Title: The Perks of Being a Rich Kid Pairings/Characters: Gen fic, Chloe & Alix Summary: Chloe and Alix bond after getting sent to the principal’s office
The Perks of Being a Rich Kid
Useful bit of information that Chloé learned today: there was a limit to how much trouble her last name was capable of getting her out of.
Which, seriously, how ridiculous was that? What was the sense of being the daughter of the most powerful man in Paris if she wasn’t going to be totally immune to punishment? She tried to explain that to her teacher but he didn’t seem to appreciate it very much because here Chloé was, getting sent to the principal’s office with a bag full of extra credit homework that was going to take her hours to do.
Sabrina really picked a horrible day to be home sick with the flu. Chloé had been doing her nails during history class this entire quarter and now she had to write a whole
To be fair, Chloé kinda toed the line a little close today. Not that she’d ever admit that to anyone other than her father who was going to
an explanation for the mess she’d gotten herself into. That was going to be a fun conversation. She wasn’t sure if her justifiable hatred for Marinette Dupain-Cheng was going to be enough to let her off the hook, and that was the real travesty of the day. Because seriously, this was all Marinette’s fault.
But whatever. At least Chloé got her revenge. Definitely worth potentially losing her credit card privileges over.
M. Damocles was busy scolding a student in his office while another three sat right outside the door awaiting their own lectures. Chloé snorted when she realized that one of them was Alix who was crouched over her handheld and growling at the video game she was playing while she waited. Well, that explained why she wasn’t in class last period.
It was funny that people complained so much about Chloé (almost) never getting in trouble because of who her father was. Alix got sent to the principal’s office at least four times a week and only ever left with a slap on the wrist because of who
Figures. M. Kubdel gave a monster of a donation to the school last year.
“Shoo kitten I have important business to attend. I don’t need you hanging around my shoulders.. You’re getting in the way.” Jerome stared at me his green eyes glimmering with anger and what I read to be hate. Nodding afraid I backed out of the room Jerome and the others were in. This new group of obsessed cultists that built Jerome up to be a god, having broken Jerome out of Arkham for the whole Bruce Wayne circus thing. Now he was just an uppity, cocky, brat! None of the Gotham officials knew where he was only the fact that he was gone. This made it so we could live fairly comfortably in the mansion of one of the cultists.
At that moment they were all chatting about their great come-out called “Panic! under the disco” the name being a close rip-off but was accepted due to Jerome’s enthusiasm. Unimpressed I stormed back to the room Jerome and I shared slamming myself down on the bed weakly hitting one of the pillows. Mockingly I insulted Jerome with childish remarks like “Rotten Ginger” and “Bitch baby blah blah blah” things he would probably not like to hear. “Oh darling!” He cried happily his footsteps coming down the same hallway I had just stormed down. I sat up acting happy “Yes Jerome?” I said pretending to be happy. He poked his head in the door smiling his usual wide smile. “Oh there you are” I watched him stroll confidently sitting down on the bed in front of me crossing his legs like a child. “I need you to put on the most ravishing and..” he came close to me whispering deeply. ‘and revealing” I smirked watching him put on his show of explaining that I was going to be the main bait. Great. I loved being bait. Like the good girl I am I nodded happily snooping around in the closet for my tight black dress that had crossed strings all the way down the dress stopping in an arrow just before my… girly parts. I absolutely despised wearing revealing clothes it made me feel unattractive and like a caged animal only there to let greasy eyes fantasize about the things they would like to do to me. Jerome watched me put on the dress smirking like an asshole. I carried on flicking my long black and purple hair behind my pale shoulders. walking into the bathroom that connected to the right of our walk in closet.
Jerome didn’t follow only saying “We tango in five!” then left the room. I rolled my eyes applying my make-up faster then I was comfortable with. I settled with a mediocre smokey eye and the overrated winged eyeliner everyone and their grandma wore. When I was satisfied I grabbed a pair of black flat and ran barefoot out the door. I saw black SUV we used as transportation creeping down the driveway. Knowing Jerome would never have them stop for me I began to run at the van the gravel below my feet seeming to rip my sole to pieces. When I got close enough the back door swung open and I was able to dive in panting. I heaved out of breathe looking at Jerome who sat smiling smudgy in the front seat. “I hope you brought other shoes doll, those flats just won’t do.” I looked down worried knowing that I was most likely going to be a cause of one of his legendary melt-downs. He sat up suddenly in his seat peering angrily at me. Without me being aware what was going on a par of heavy black heels was thrown at me striking me hard in the face. Jerome laughed clapping his hands. “Strike one!” turning his attention way from me to the road ahead. I held my stinging cheek breathing deeply to avoid crying. Jerome got off on tears, mine would only get him going more. He had become such an asshole ever since he had his face flailed off, just because he had come back from the dead and has all these new followers didn’t mean he was so high and mighty. I shook the thoughts away pulling on the heels. “Stop huffing and puffing dear it’s not attractive.” I glared at his face which was gazing still out the window. o my surprise he turned his head seeing my hateful glare. I dropped my head hoping he wouldn’t say anything, he didn’t having been interrupted the the SUV having it’s breaks slammed.
Jerome bounced up and down excitedly in his chair. “Woo! you ready boys!” He slammed the drivers shoulder. They all jumped out hollering sneaking in through the back to go planting some bomb or do whatever they had planned for the nights festivities. I grunted opening the door and getting out. My ankles wobbled in the heels Jerome had struck me with due to their height and weight. I wandered up the side of the building towards the entrance. It was spray painted with cults and gang sighs, a type of art work that had seemed to be marking every corner of this city. I didn’t know how I felt about that to wbe honest, now I was no goody-goody I had killed more people than most war vets but still I imagined a mother holding her sons hands walking down the street, her son would smile and point to the bit of graffiti asking innocently ‘what is that mommy?’ she would only frown having a feeling that her sons infatuation could lead to involvement and then blam! death by gang member. I wouldn’t want my kids to end up this way. Coming around the front I spotted the doorman, he was young and handsome, easy to woo. I smiled walking up to him. “Gee it’s awful cold out. Do you mind if I step in and warm my hands.” Gently I swirled my hands around his belt feeling his heartbeat quicken. “Su-Sure step right in” I winked walking past him. “Thank you” I would make sure he would live on past tonight. Inside the club was the same as the rest of them baring music, flashing decorations, dumb young people blah, blah, blah. I made my way to the bar ordering three shots of tequila, salt on the rims or each.
The bartender was quick and courteous serving me them up quick so I could down them all feeling the unwelcome burn of hard alcohol. I grimaced at the taste. I took money out of my bra and slid it a crossed the table thanking hi before turning around and mapping everything out. Jerome was no where to be seen only a mass of bobbing heads none of them having the fire red hair he did. I grew lonely at the thought of him not being around but then again I didn’t really ever want to see him when he was around. He had become to cruel ever since he came back to.. dead. almost.
I squinted looking harder, nothing. “Hello miss?” I heard a smooth voice say. I turned to it looking at the face addressing me. He was a thin guy handsome strong jawline, thick black hair. I smiled “How-do-you-do?” I said politely warming up to the stranger. He blushed almost shocked to have my attention. “I’m doing goo-” he dropped his head embarrassed, chuckling to himself quietly. “The real reason I came over here was to ask you to dance. You’re so beautiful and.. alone. It do sent seem right” Now this sounds pathetic but my heart seemed to skip a little. He had the face of a kind hearted man that understood other struggles. I quivered a bit. “S-sure” He led my carefully out to the dance floor reaching the far right corner where it wasn’t to crowded. We faced each other getting into a casual dancing routine, polite and friendly. Neither of us talked very much but we often exchanged looks smiling like fools whenever his happened. A part of me wanted to lay my head on his shoulders to feel his heart beat as well as the sway of his body, but I didn’t not wanting to ruin the moment. I opened my mouth to ask him his name but before I could get it out a voice cracked over the loud speakers. “Good evening ladies and gentleman what a great-” The voice cut out. Squinting i looked towards the speakers that seemed to be projecting the voice. Jerome was standing in top of the tallest speaker microphone in hand, DJ bleeding out next to him. Jerome’s stare seemed to radiate disgust and hate. “Oh Y/N?” he said in a matter of fact tone. I tugged on my new found friends shoulder urging him to leave with me. “Hey someone stop her!” Jerome yelled something like panic wavering in his voice. I grabbed onto the strangers hand harder pushing our way through the mass o confused people.
None of his men could catch us so we were out of the club and out of sight by the time they reached the front door. “You need to get in your car and hurry home” The stranger nodded knowing who Jerome was. Before he turned to leave he closed in on my face slowly planting a warm kiss on my lips. I shivered this being the first compassionate kiss since.. well.. never? He walked away without saying another word leaving me out in the wet night air. I giggled like a little girl twirling around on the sidewalk until something cold stopped me. Cringing I knew exactly what it was.
“Who’s your new boyfriend?” the voice writhed. Sighing I turned around “Jerome-” he cut me off with one finger grabbing my hand and leading me to the alleyway we had parked in. “Let’s talk doll?” Nervously I stopped dead in my track knowing this could end in one of his famous torture cessions. He glared back at me snarling. “I said let’s talk.” he yanked harder on my arm forcing me to follow behind. “ladies first” he said opening the passenger side door ushering me in with a big smile. Nervously I gt in feeling a bit relieved to be off my feet, He got in the drivers side silently fuming as he started p the car. I avoided his gaze instead focusing on the city lights that whizzed by. He headed in the direction of the home we were currently staying in., hopefully if all things went right we would hash out of anger in the bedroom between the satin sheets like we always had but I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be one of those times. We had just reached the gravel driveway when Jerome slammed on the breaks. He looked at me smiling sickly “I apologize I haven’t had my drivers license since.. well.. never!” he shrugged happily for a moment until his grin faded. He started the breathe heavily staring uncomfortably into my eyes.
I tried to look away wanting to focus my attention on the night sky but his gaze held me still. We stayed put for a few seconds until in some fit of rage he pulled out a pistol and stuck it to my forehead. “ya know I should kill ya’ doll embarrassing me in front t of all those people?” he snaked towards me a mulishness grin overtaking his face, he was hurt though something in the deep part of his eyes told me so. I wanted to scream at him expressing how horrible he had been to me but that would only make him want to blast me even more so I took his cruelties. He stared st me not blinking until I nodded acknowledging him. Slowly he took the gun down looking out the front window chuckling to himself.
I wiped a tear off of my cheek sneaking a look at him, his eyes were widened with the night sky, his fists pulsating on the steering wheel. Suddenly he began to laugh harder thrashing his fists and head off of the wheel yelling nonsense at no one in particular. He grabbed my hair pulling me closer to his face. Seething in my ear. “Why did you do this to me?” His hand shook as he held onto my hair. “I-I’m sorry I-” I shook my head slightly trying to loosen his grip but it was no use. “You will be sorry Kitten- I you were stronger than this” I opened myself up a little hoping to deescalate the situation. “You’re cruel to me Jerome. You treat me like one of your thugs that you can just throw around all you want. I’m not though and you know it.” He let go of my hair looking coldly into my eyes. “Since when have you become so entitled?” He asked ending with a horrible laugh. I rolled my eyes getting out of the SUV before getting out all the way though I chucked the blasted heels he had previously thrown at me. They hit him and he gasped, I didn’t see his reaction due to the door slamming him out of my view.
I started walking the sound of the cold gravel crunched under my feet. I focused on the sound instead of the possibility of Jerome starting up the car and running me over. “Y/n wait!” I heard him yell beginning to jog after me. I started in a full run hoping to get far far away from him. His pace quickened behind me I was always a slow runner and plus he had shoes on so it wouldn’t be long until he caught up to me. Again I tried to focus on the night sky as I ran but it was no use the feeling of his hand latching onto my arm. “gotcha” he said His fingernails dug into my skin, I winced at the pain kicking him as hard as I could in the shin. He growled loosing his balance and falling to the floor. I took off in a full sprint distracted when I heard him cock his gun behind me. I ducked hearing it fire three times. I stayed flat on the ground feeling the dust form the rocks get into my eyes. I blinked rapidly trying to rid myself of this pain. Jerome walked up to me sticking out his left hand, his gun still in the right. I grabbed it and he helped me up. “What is the matter with you?!” I said mad.
He shrugged looking into my face. “You think?-” He shook his head looking for the right thing to say. “Look I haven’t been the nicest guy- I know- but seeing you kiss” He growled violently kicking rocks, “I dont want to talk about it! the point is- I’m sorry! Just stop doing this and be my doll again.” I was shocked at his words he looked defeated his face morphed in sadness. I nodded grabbing his hand.. “Why did you kiss him?” he said suddenly walking back to the car. I shrugged “I don’t know” he scoffed “I don’t know?, I don’t know!” His hand wrapped around my throat. “How do you not know. You act like it’s nothing but you don’t have to live with it. You don’t have to live with that-” he busted out laughing striking the car with his fists until his knuckles bled. Pan icing at the smudged blood on the car window I ran up behind him and hugged his waist as hard as I could hoping to calm him down. He stopped breathing heavily. “Oh doll you kill me” he said hopelessly.
I unraveled my arms and grabbed his hand skipping the car ride home walking him the ten feet to the house. I opened the front door letting us both in. “Who was he? huh? Some stud? Business broker with his life in gold?” Hr groaned leaning up against the kitchen table that sat to the right of the door. I shrugged again saying ‘I don’t know’ he winced at my words flipping the table over. “Stop saying that! You’re my whole world and this is how you-” he laughed. I dropped my head all to be lifted up when he was quickly in front of me. “I need to speak with you in the bedroom.” He growled walking away. I grew excited watching his broad shoulders imagining them without the white button up shirt he was wearing. I smiled skipping behind him entering the bedroom just as he was sitting on the desk in front of his bed a devilish look on his face. He snake up to me whispering in my ear. “I’m going to make you forget all about him. I’m the only stud in your life. You got that Doll?” I nodded my hear pulsing in my head.
His hands made their way up under my shirt, his skin cold on my body heat. I closed my eyes letting myself enjoy the sensation until my shirt was completely off. His lips kissed my neck smoothly while he continued to grip the rest. I sighed wishing he was always like this. His lips moved up to my ear, nibbling slightly on my earlobe. He began to whisper. “Don’t even hurt me again.” I opened my eyes sadness coming over my whole body until I saw him smirking as he left the room. “Jerome!” I yelled. IT took awhile for him to answer. “Sorry kitten things to do, places to be, doll snatchers to kill. But don’t worry” Jerome poked his head into the room smiling “I will be back when he’s dead” I shivered in excitement as his foot steps traveled down the hall again and out the front door.
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You scroll further down the Netflix suggestions. How is
it that they have literally every show and movie and yet you have absolutely
nothing for to watch? Ridiculous.
A gentle knock on your dorm room door makes you look up
from the fluorescent screen.
“Who is it?” you call out, just to be sure.
“Mendes.” You hear Shawn’s familiar voice reply softly,
probably to make sure your dorm mates couldn’t hear him.
You shut your laptop close before opening your door.
“Back so soon?” you raise an eyebrow, hand on your hip
as you widen the door enough for his large frame to walk through. Your eyes
drink in the sight of him in his grey sweatpants and white tee, a nice change
from his usual black skinny jeans and flouncy button ups.
“This time completely sober. Promise.” Shawn gives you a
small grin as a greeting.
“I’m surprised you remembered how to get here, considering
how drunk you were the last time.” You fake an impressed face as you took a
seat back on your bed.
“Hey, having fun is not a crime.” Shawn smirks easily.
“Plus, I was sober enough to remember where you put your spare dorm key.”
“Yeah, fortunately you got out quick enough before my
dorm mates woke up.” You rolled your eyes. “Would’ve given (Y/F/N) a heart
He lets out a little laugh, imagining your friend’s
reaction if she found his large frame sprawled on the couch in the morning.
Would probably spit out her organic juice from the shock.
“Why are you here, anyways?” you ask, realizing that
Shawn was still standing in the middle of the room. He’s always so easygoing
and comfortable that you hadn’t noticed the awkward position he was in.
“Why? Not excited to see me?” he fake pouts.
You glare at him playfully in reply.
He gestures to the little chair crammed into your small
dorm room and gives you a questioning look, asking for your permission to sit.
“Anyway,” he starts, plopping down on the uncomfortable
chair. His large frame drapes over the seemingly miniature furniture, your
throw pillow (that he sat on in his sleep the last time he was there) tucked
beneath his muscular arms. “My roommate’s got her girlfriend over. So,”
“Ugh.” You grimace.
Shawn has told you stories about his roommate before,
usually when the two of you walk back from the library after your tutoring
sessions. According to Shawn, he has the whole ‘tortured artist’ vibe, and he
has been a piano protégé since he was twelve. Shawn likes him enough, but
apparently chicks really digged piano players—digged them a little too much.
“Yeah,” Shawn gives you a look that says I know right. “Thought it’d be a good
idea to find a place to stay for the night.”
“So you’re dorm hopping?” you quirk an eyebrow, lips
pursing in amusement. You’d tease him playfully about it, the same way you do
about everything. But you know Shawn, and how much everyone loves him. Anyone
would gladly give up their couch or bed for him, if he asked. Not that he ever
would. He was a gentleman at heart and too polite in nature, despite his
playful demeanor. You don’t care, though—about him ending up in someone else’s
dorm. Shawn could stay at whomever’s he pleased, it had nothing to do with you.
“Don’t think I have much of a choice, unless I want to listen
to him getting it on with his girlfriend.” Shawn shivers in disgust.
“Gross.” You shake your head. “Spare me the grueling
“At least he’s not lonely.” Shawn shrugs. “Don’t think I
could stand it if the guy started playing depressing solos on the keyboard in
“Knock on wood, Mendes. What if they break up?” you
raise an eyebrow playfully.
“Oh my God,” Shawn sighs exaggeratedly. He extends his
arm to rapidly knock his knuckles on your wooden table. You pretend not to
notice the outlines of his biceps under his worn T-shirt. “No. Please. Anything but heartbreak
You laugh a little. Then, “Well, you can stay here.”
comes out of your mouth before you can even stop yourself. You clear your
throat. To seem less desperate, you add, “If you want to, of course.”
“Wha—“ Shawn looks taken aback. For a second, you’re
worried that you sound too eager. Then, you wonder if your snark has lead him
to believe that you’re incapable of kind gestures. “That’s not what I came here
Your stomach flutters at the implication; that he came
to your dorm room just to spend time with you. He wanted to hang out with
someone and you were his choice.
Of course he couldn’t have just texted or called you
like a normal 21st century person. Come to think of it, you don’t
think you’ve ever called or texted Shawn—except for that one time when you were
running late for one of your tutoring sessions (his fault, not yours, he
demanded muffins and the line was extra long at the café). The boy even emails you when you two hadn’t run in to
each other enough for him to ask about your History of The Arts 1 exams and
essays. Starts them with ‘Dear (Y/L/N),’
and everything (he ends them with ‘Lukewarmest
regards, your incredibly attractive somewhat-friend, Mendes’).
“Plus, you’ve got dorm mates.” Shawn snaps you out of
your thoughts. “I don’t think they would appreciate it if they found an
intruder asleep on their couch in the morning. Again.”
“Then sleep on my bed.” You shrug. Partially to hide the
warmth breaking out on your cheeks and the stammer of your heart. “I’ll take
“I can’t let you do that, (Y/N).” he looks at you
through hooded eyes. The use of your first name doesn’t get pass you.
You tuck the image into your memory, because it seems like
it would be the infatuated look he’d give if he were to pull you closer and
whisper loving words after you’ve just said something endearing. You feel like
a thief for claiming the image as your own, causing your cheeks to become
“Sure you can, Mendes.” you shrug again, praying that it
will be enough to feign nonchalance (and to fight off the oncoming blush). “I’m
(Y/N) your fair knight, remember?” you quote his drunken words he emitted the
last time he slept over.
“Shut up, (Y/L/N).” Shawn looks up at you through his
dark lashes. His eyes are warning but he’s suppressing a shy smile. You can
tell. His thicker lower lip is a little twisted.
“No, but for real.” You say, getting up to gather your
favorite pillow and the spare blanket. “Take the bed.”
“No—what?” Shawn is up in seconds, the throw pillow
somehow neatly sitting back in its place again. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous.” You argue, but a little
laugh escapes. “Seriously. It’s okay.”
“Uh, no. It’s not okay.” Shawn shakes his head
profusely. He’s smiling but he’s dead serious as he wedges himself between you
and your door. His large figure is towering over yours and sleepy heat is
radiating off of his body. “If you really want me to stay here then I’ll take the couch.”
“No, you already got the couch last time. Plus, I don’t really want you to stay here. But I know
you need to.” You’re smiling too, but a crease is starting to form between your
large hands swiftly enclose themselves around your wrists and you almost drop
the pillow and blanket from the sudden touch.
look up at him defiantly, trying your hardest to ignore the proximity between
“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” He chuckles.
He’s half grinning that signature Mendes half-grin. He knows it’s charming,
knows he’s charming. But it doesn’t
work on you—at least not completely.
“Well I don’t care.” You fake a sweet smile for him.
“It’s my dorm. So, unless you’re
gonna find somewhere else to crash, you’ll sleep on my bed. It’s only fair.”
He hesitates, and for a second you think he might walk
away. Might walk out of your door and call up one of his many friends like a
normal 21st century person. You try not to think about the thought
hurting your feelings. Why would it matter where Shawn crashes for the night?
(And if he calls his other friends on the phone?).
“Fine.” He sighs. His eyes are still hesitant, still
searching yours for any sign of defeat or regret. There is none, of course.
“But only because you’re so pushy.”
“Wise choice, Mendes.” Your smile widens as you
re-gather your sleeping gear for the night. “Goodnight!” you stage whisper in a
“Goodnight.” Shawn smiles at you fondly. It’s the one he
gives you on the rare occasions when you team up and insult someone else
instead of each other, or when you bring his favorite muffins to your tutoring
You walk out the room and start setting up the couch.
Unlike Shawn during his last visit, you had the pillow at the edge of the
couch. You smile a little at the memory as you laid the blanket.
“(Y/L/N)?” you hear Shawn call out from your room, stage
whispering to ensure that your dorm mates won’t be disturbed
“Hmm?” you turn from your couch.
“Thank you.” He says and you can tell he’s being genuine
because he’s not smiling.
“You’re welcome, Shawn.” So he knows you’re serious,
Shawn gives you one last smile before disappearing
behind the doorframe. He doesn’t close the door, as if a teenager who needed
parental surveillance at all times. You hear the blankets rustle softly in your
room, and you crawl under the blanket on the couch yourself.
You think you hear Shawn wishing you sweet dreams but
your eyes fall shut before you can reply.
You groaned, recognizing the sound of your alarm blaring through your room. You
stirred, attempting to grab your phone charging next to your bed but something
heavy is weighing your hand down.
Your brows crease as you groggily try to open your eyes.
“Jesus.” You hear a sleepy voice mumble.
Your eyes open just in time to see Shawn’s confused
state as he abruptly awakes from his slumber. Then his free arm is shuffling,
and your alarm stops ringing. You realize that you’re now back in your bed,
under the blanket you fell asleep in last night.
“Oh, shit.” Shawn mutters, eyes wide as he realizes
where he is.
You take in the sight of his mess of curls and twisted
body on the floor next to your bed, covered in your spare blanket. You didn’t
even realize he’d been holding your hand until he snatches it back to furiously
rub at his eyes in an attempt to wake up. You almost whine at the loss of touch
and comforting heat.
“Were you sleeping on the floor?” you ask hoarsely, arms
propped up on the bed. You hoped he’d take the blush on your cheeks as a post-sleep-flush.
“I think I was.”
You watch him stretch his body, back cracking and legs stretching out. You avert your eyes once he starts stretching his arms that had
been folded on the bed next to you for who knows how long.
“’M sorry,” he chuckles, faintly shaking his head at his own antics. “I carried you back to bed last
night so I could sleep on the couch. Guess I didn’t make it back in time.”
“It’s okay,” you shrug, pretending to be unbothered by
the faint memory of his hand wrapped around yours. And the fact that he carried you back to bed in your sleep to ensure that you’d get a good enough rest.
“Thanks for letting me sleep over, (Y/L/N).” he’s back
to his grinning self now—up and ready to go. You wonder how he can be
completely relaxed and indifferent in such a situation, like this isn’t the
first time you’ve held hands or seen each other right after waking up. Or, you
know, slept next to each other. Maybe not in the same bed, but still.
Were you over-analyzing this? Probably. Most likely.
“You’re welcome.” You answer as casually as him. He’s
still grinning but doesn’t say anything. You realize that he’s waiting for a
witty comment. But you’re so caught up in his crumpled cotton shirt riding up
his torso that you end up silent for a little too long. “Uh, d-do you want
breakfast before you go, or something?”
“Nah,” he shakes his head, a little amused. “I’ve
definitely stayed my welcome.”
“It’s just bread and tea, not a gourmet dinner.” You
roll your eyes, confidence slowly returning as you kick your blanket off so you could get up.
You hear him hum as you open the door, and you know
you’ve got him. You gesture at him to follow you out of your room and he does,
just as you thought he would.
“I’ll stay for the tea.” He announces as he plops
himself on one of your small plastic dining chairs.
“And the peanut butter and jelly?” you raise an eyebrow,
a smile playing on your lips as you gather the jars and bread.
“You spoil me, (Y/L/N).” he grins up at you, leaning
back on the too-small chair.
You look down at the slice of bread you were spreading
jam over, letting your hair fall over your face to hide the blush creeping up
Summary: being a superhero may be fun, stuff of every nerd’s dreams but it had its cons. Peter knew everything couldn’t always be good for him, he knew he had to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of your safety.
Request: @loser-with-a-lap-top: Could you do prompt #14 with Peter Parker where Peter breaks up with the reader in attempts to keep her safe, but she still doesn’t know he’s spiderman yet so she’s really confused on why he’s breaking up with her, and then she finds out and is even more upset that he was lying. Feel free to change what ever you want. THANK YOU😊
A/N: hey, baby boos. so get ready for an angsty fic this is gonna be rollercoaster of teen emotions. sorry but not sorry. It will have a fluffly end but this part is pure angst. stay tuned for second part because it will have some action. and steam, so wait for it. i had to write it on tumblr so I couldn’t edit it, but it so please look over any mistakes. hope you like it!
Warning(s): swearing, crying, break up. and teengers talking about ya know what. (yes that’s a warning. love me some shameless peter)
Peter sat on the edge of the building, thinking. he liked to do that after doing his daily secret superhero work.he liked to just breathe while he looked over the city while he thought about literally everything. but lately that everything had become gloomy, it wasn’t sweet, crazy teenager things mixed with being a hero it was… the ugly face of life kept well hidden under that.
everything was so good, but it wasn’t supposed to be like that right? he was Spiderman, he had an amazing girlfriend, i.e, you, school had gone good and Ned, his best friend who knew about his secret identity had actually helped him rather than running away. things were great; and he knew they shouldn’t be.
he lied down and rested his head in his arms. he exhaled deeply and closed his eyes, remembering that exact memory.
‘you see kid, when you become like us.’ tony pointed at himself. ‘you sign up for a really heavy weight being slammed up on your shoulders. I know you’re strong peter, but you gotta be really careful from now on. you have the weight of the whole world on your shoulders now and especially your loved ones.’ he looked at peter who was listening carefully but couldn’t quite understand what he had meant by the last line. ‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’
the sudden ringing of his phone snapped him back to where he was. he sat right up and saw it was another missed call from you. after further scrolling and searching he saw how many messages you had sent him.
“no one’s home, make it quick and we can cuddle and make out.”
“taking too long, parker. be quick.”
“hmmm, let me see if Ned’s free.” was the latest message. he quickly called you.
‘i’ll be right there, don’t call that horn dog!’ he said urgently. your familiar chuckle answered, he knew you must be shaking your head at him too.
‘i’m way too loyal and in love with you to do that, mon amour.’ you said. he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. he replied with a shy ‘yeah.’ and you grinned.
‘now, get your cute butt over here so that we can cuddle till we have time. see you, babe. love you.’
‘love you too.’ he smiled looking down.
No bed made covered in silk sheets, pillows filled with the softest feathers, could provide peter the comforts you did when you let him use yourself as a pillow while you massaged his head or ran your fingers through his hair. he nuzzled in your chest and you jerked up. he looked at you questioningly.
‘your hair tickled me nothing else.’ you patted his head. he returned to his position grinning.
‘they’re just, very nice.’ he looked at you grinning slyly before kissing you. ‘do I ever get a chance to..’ he trailed off and gave you that look of his no one lese got to saw. that smug, lusty look you hated but also loved.
‘fuck off, parker.’ you pushed him away laughing. he was quick to get close to you again.
‘I just mean no one’s home, you’re clearly not on your period, it’s a nice evening. everything points in that direction!’ he threw his arms in the air for emphasis. you covered your face to hide your burning face and lied down laughing.
‘oh my god, I hate you!’ you laughed. he got on top of you and pulled your hands away from your face.
‘no, you don’t.’ you both stayed in that position before he smiled deviously at you.
‘peter, no.’ you warned.
‘PETER YES!’ he shouted and started tickling you mercilessly. he couldn’t help but laugh himself as you tried to containing your laughter or push him away.
‘I love you, I don’t wanna hurt you! get off!’ you pushed at his chest as you panted. he stopped, huffed and rolled of you. ‘you’re an asshole.’ you panted.
‘i’m amazing, look I told you i’ll leave you tired and panting if you give me the chance.’ he said and you hit him with a pillow. he chuckled and lied beside you, pulling you in his chest. ‘i’m sorry, you bring out all my crazy.’ he kissed the top of your head. you mumbled something before you closed your eyes. he smiled at you and brushed away the stray hairs from your forehead. he loved you so much, he wished he’d never have to loose you and this moment could freeze here so that you two could stay like this forever.
‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’
the words came back to him. Mr. Stark was right, it was his responsibility to protect you. he couldn’t put you in danger, aunt may had seen him in the costume and he couldn’t risk another person knowing about his identity or becoming a target because of him. He had made enemies on this journey and he had to take all the measures possible. he couldn’t lose more people, it hurts too much. Plus it doesn’t help when you are the reason your loved ones get hurt.
he sighed and looked at your peaceful sleeping face again, he didn’t want to do it. for once, he didnt want to be the self- sacrificing hero. he kissed your forehead one last time, got up and left.
the days passed away slowly and painfully, Peter wouldn’t talk properly to you. it was like something was bothering him, like a sad cloud was following him everywhere. then you finally asked him what was wrong, you really wish you hadn’t. or he hadn’t said what he did.
he looked at you trying to look strong and tough. only heaven knew what was going inside the poor boy’s head.
‘just tell me. please.’ you held his hand to provide him some strength but it only made it worse. he didn’t want to do it, he just wanted to hug you and never let you go but it things rarely happen the way you want them to. you cant have everything in the world.
‘I, I just think that we don't work well together. it’s not you it’s all me. i’m an idiot. i wish it didn’t have to happen and I am very, very sorry.’ he stopped abruptly so that his voice wouldn’t crack. you were taken a back, you throat went dry and you just wanted to cry.
you clenched your jaw in response and looked down. you never thought you would cry about a break but damn, it hurt. you nodded and rubbed your eyes.
‘I-’ he tried to step closer to you but you kept a hand in front.
‘goodbye, peter.’ you said with a voice devoid of any emotions and walked away.
you were hating this all so much, it hurt so much losing the person you thought cared about you. he had become some sort of a comfort blanket for you, you were left so vulnerable after that comfort blanket was ripped off from you.
you were walking away from the craft store to your home. you liked to take walks and occupy your brain with art so that you could feel better, it was like your own little therapy. suddenly, you heard some footsteps behind you. you started walking faster and they followed you, you were starting to think the worst but they were suddenly gone.
you turned around and saw that a man with a knife was webbed to the wall of the building. a relief washed over you, you took a deep breath and eased the grip of the bag in your hands.
‘you’re okay right?’ the red suit wearing superhero asked you.
‘yeah, i’m good.’ you ran a hand through your hair. he jumped down the building and hugged you tightly. ‘thank god.’ he breathed. you found it rather awkward and lightly patted his back. ‘it’s-’ you suddenly stopped. it was all too familiar, the voice, the tight hug….. ‘peter?’ you breathed.
‘ye- what? who peter?’ he sked and backed away. ‘i’m sorry girly, you mistake me for-’
‘peter parker, shut up.’ you shouted and he stopped. he punched the man hard to knock him out on his way to you.
‘(y/n), listen, I-’
‘the hell are you doing, peter?’ tears welled up in your eyes. ‘you leave me, then you follow me, then you turn out to be fucking spiderman, i mean what are you doing?’ your voice cracked. ‘do you know, how much it hurts when someone leaves you like that? it feels like you are the worst person in the world, and you know me, you know how I struggle with some things yet you left me. like everyone else.’ tears started flowing and you tried your best to wipe them all away. peter had never seen you cry, it broke his heart that he was the reason behind your tears. ‘you could’ve ripped my heart out, it wouldn’t hurt this much.’ you rubbed your eyes.
‘I am so sorry, (y/n).’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘I am just trying to keep you safe.’ he joined his forehead with yours. ‘I wish I didn’t have to do this.’ after saying this, he put on his mask shoot a web and was gone with a gust of wind.
he collapsed on his knees once he got in his room, it hurt so much. the knife wound on his back wasn’t as painful as much as his chest was aching with a broken heart. he took off his mask and stared it for a few minutes before throwing it against the wall. he changed quickly and curled up in his bed. but hell it wasn’t as effective as you. he hurt you and he hated it, he will eventually hurt everyone like this and he hated. it. he couldn’t save everyone.
‘peter? sweetie you, okay?’ aunt may creeked open the door. she knew he hadn’t been doing well lately.
‘no.’ he said, his voice empty. ‘I am not okay, may.’ she walked to him and sat on his bed, rubbing his arm to comfort him.
‘(y/n)?’ she asked.
‘I hurt her really bad.’ he covered his face in the blanket. superheroes don’t cry.
‘it’ll all be okay, don’t worry.’ she ran her hand through his hair and sighed.
Request: I’m so in love with the platonic friendship idea it’s so cute hksdhsj;;; <33 can I request one for the vocal unit please? thanks in advance and wish you an amazing day ahead!!! Members: Jeonghan, Joshua Woozi, DK, Seungkwan (svt) Genre: Platonic good times A/N: This is only unit to go with for the general bff aus, but don’t hesitate to request more platonic stuff!! Also I had to repost this so if you’re seeing it twice tonight that’s why Find the other aus here:perfomance unit ; hip hop unit ; bts hyung line ; bts maknae line
Lowkey clingy but not in the typical clingy way
Like he’s not gonna whine into your ears and drape himself all over no
He kinda treats you like the boys in a way???
You’re going to have him as your homescreen and you are going to listen to him doting on you you have zero say in the matter
You’re going to have matching Halloween costumes with him,, and matching ugly Christmas sweaters,,, and matching outfits on basically every other holiday of the year,,, again you have zero say in the matter
He’s not clingy in the drape himself on you way yeah but he will loop his arm in yours all the time
Because it’s like a nice little friendship thing to do??? He gets that one happy lil smile when you guys walk around with your arms looped wow what an angel please ignore the fact that I have a series of him acting like a dick lmao
Takes mirror selfies of you guys showing off your outfit of the days and if you think it’s silly and whine he just gives you a Look until you shut up and do it
He’s always encouraging you to go out and have some fun and let your hair down with him
But then like you finally agree and get all dressed up to go to the club with him AND MIND YOU IT TOOK YOU FOREVER TO FIND AN OUTFIT HE APPROVED OF
And five minutes into dancing he’s just going “Okay this is tiring and I’m bored let’s go home and eat some snacks and watch Moana again”
Will play with your hair
Like he doesn’t care what length it is he likes to mess with it and see how he can make it look
You can often catch him singing to himself when you guys are hanging out together at your place because he’s so comfortable with you he’ll do it unconsciously
Literally so judgemental of any s/o you get because you are his best friend you are only going to date the BEST
So he winds up coming off a bit cold and snooty the first time he meets them but if he approves he immediately warms up to them and asks them to please take care of you
Probably goes “Seriously please do they’re an idiot but they’re my favorite idiot~~” and you’re like “h EY DON’T CALL ME AN IDIOT YOU IDIOT”
Always asks you to tie his shoes and you sometimes roll your eyes but you always do it because you love him and he’s your best bro for life
He always smiles at you with that happy little angel smile when you do and says thank you all pleasantly and you’re like wow okay guess I have the most beautiful best friend ever
Steals your drinks
Water? Soda? Juice? Doesn’t matter the second you’re turned around he’s slurping from your straw
Doesn’t like to go out when it’s cold outside
Would much rather just sit inside with you and sit in a pile of blankets and watch some kdramas
Pretends he doesn’t care that much about him but you always see him lowkey getting into them lmao
He doesn’t like coffee much so whenever you make him green or other caffeinated tea when he comes over in the morning he’s always so grateful
Because he is a tired boy and would rather be asleep and you’re helping him wake up and he always just goes “Ah I’m so blessed to have you as a friend” and you’re like “yeah yeah shut up and drink your tea loser”
Sometimes he’s lowkey shady tho
Like he eats all your food and then just LIES to your FACE about it
But he acts like such a suck-up to your parents they’re like “how could he be anything except perfect???” And you’re like “HE’S DRIVING UP MY GROCERY BILL GODDAMMIT”
The most Chill friend but also lowkey has memegame
Seriously though he’s chill and thoughtful as fuck
Like are you sick? He’s on his way over with flu medicine and soup. You having cramps or soreness or anything of the like? He’s already got a heating pad and medicine ready. You exhausted? You can borrow his shoulder in a totally bro way so you can take a nap on the subway ride
Always asking if you’ve eaten, if you’ve slept enough, how your day is going, if you need him to drop anything off,,,
Like his gentlemanly side isn’t just for people he’s dating y’all if you’re his friend you are going to be supported and cared for whether you like it or not
His presence is very relaxing to you, like even if you’re a temperamental person you can’t find yourself getting mad when he’s around
Like if you start to he puts a hand on your arm and just gives you a look and you’re like okok I’m good I’m cool
Right up until he starts annoying you on purpose in which case you get HEATED
Does that weird gyro drop thing all the time and you’re just “oh my god Joshua qUIT”
He will Not just a spoiler alert he just does it and yells louder every time you tell him to stop
Sends you a meme whenever you tell him goodnight and you’re like “dhsjf I’m not having a meme battle with you right now” and he’s just “well you’re no fun”
You wind up having a meme battle with him and it’s literally the most ridiculous thing like you have work in the morning but you just stayed up until one in the morning to send kermit memes to your best friend wow
Your family loves him
They know you guys are just friends so luckily you don’t get any of those annoying “When are you two gonna date??” questions
But they do ask “How is that Joshua boy doing?? You’re not annoying him are you??”
And you’re just “WOW what if he was annoying me??” and they’re like “Nonsense he’s a saint”
And yes Joshua is probably some otherworldly amazing being sent straight from the gods themselves but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a PILL
Whenever he spends the night he doesn’t let you sleep in because he’s an early riser and he gets bored if you aren’t awake to talk to him
Like he starts off all gentle just shaking your shoulder but we all know this boy can be Savage
So like five minutes later he’s beating you with a pillow and calling you a soggy bowl of cereal
Denies that he would ever call you that in front of other people though
And everyone believes him over you and you’re like “WHY DOESN’T ANYONE SEE YOU BULLYING ME???”
Hoshi and DK remember when he shoved them down in the Pretty U part switch and grab your hands and are like “It’s okay fam we Feel you”
Does those pinterest DIYs with you and yours come out looking like a first grade art project and his looks exactly like the picture and you’re just
You: Joshua Hong how the fuck did you
Joshua: It’s not hard :) Just follow the instructions :) Super simple :)
You: Listen here you little shit I did follow the instructions now just show me how you did that
Convince him to bring back his Mansae hair p l e a s e free the forehead
You’re our only hope reader you gotta
Also you can’t find yourself making fun of him all that often he’s just got such a nice face so even if he teases you can you really stay mad?? No because even if he’s a meme little fuck he’s also the sweetest boy
Plays video games with you
Lowkey has Animal Crossing on his DS but doesn’t want to admit it to the members so he makes you swear not to tell anyone
Will kick you in the shin if you try and steal Cookie from his town because he loves that pink dog
Will kick you even harder if you run off the path like he did NOT spend HOURS putting those down for you to make those ugly ass dirt patches in other places
Steal his flowers he steals your wallet okay anyways
Trusts your opinion on most things because he knows you won’t lie to spare his feelings
Just like he won’t lie when he tells you that your sweater makes you look like a walking tangerine
But seriously once he feels a song is going okay but really wants an outside opinion he’ll show it to you
And then proceed to ask you VERY SPECIFIC questions about the smallest aspects of the song
You gotta be 100% honest because if he thinks you’re sugarcoating he’s not gonna do it again for a whole comeback so don’t try and spare his feelings too much
Okay if you’re short Woozi is gonna bond with you
The two of you are just gonna shit talk tall people and you’re both griping about how height is so overrated like who even,,, cares,,, about how many cm someone is,,, not you two
But if you’re tall he’s gonna lowkey act bitter but in a funny way
Says shit like “Wow I hope you’re okay up there”
Seungkwan told him a tall person’s weakness is their knees so if you say shit to him he’s just gonna kick your kneecaps
He won’t do aegyo for you unless you SERIOUSLY bribe him
Like yes he loves you and you’re his best friend but don’t you dare make him do oppaya again he’d rather launch himself into the moon
You: Admit it. You’re cute and love knowing that you’re cute. You love doing aegy-
Woozi: SHUT UP I LOVE NOTHING
I just want to point out that he has a grandpa laugh and if you tease him he’s gonna shove you but keep laughing anyways
You guys tend to playfully bicker a lot but real talk he finds it very easy to smile and laugh around you
He’s not the type of friend to tell you he loves you all the time or send you sappy texts or anything like that, but that makes the times he does say those sort of things that much more special
But don’t mention anything he said later, especially not around other people, because he’ll get embarrassed and threaten to take it back
You are one of the few people he will not threaten to murder with a spoon if they wake him up so the members text you every once in awhile like “Jihoonie won’t wake up this morning and Seungkwan screeching isn’t helping please come we have practice in less than an hour”
He really does rely on you a lot though,, like he’s comfortable enough around you to tell you his insecurities and his fears that he won’t be good enough and it’ll be his fault if Seventeen fails
And he’s just grateful to have you as a best friend because you always know exactly what to say to calm these fears of his,, bless you
Also he may act like he gives no fucks but if anyone messes with you he is 164 cm of STEEL
The friend who always drops last minute plants on you like “Hey wanna see a movie sometime soon?”
And you’re like a in your pajamas haven’t showered in two days kind of mess rn but you go sure
And he’s like “Cool on my way :D” and you’re just shdfjhej SEOKMIN SINCE WHEN DOES SOON EQUAL FIVE MINUTES
Will show up at your house via a lyft at like 9 pm and just sleep in your bed and you’re like literally who the fuck
Prank calls you like a lil shit
IT’S NOT EVEN SUBTLE LIKE YOU ALWAYS KNOW IT’S HIM???
He always does it with Hoshi and Seungkwan and every time they call they’re giggling like crazy into the receiver
And you go “Seokmin I know it’s you” and he’s like “pSH whAt who’s SEOKMIN??? I’m your REFRIGERATOR wait fuck that’s not the punchline-”
He always seems to mess up the punch lines and then he just hangs up because you can hear Hoshi and Seungkwan start to screech at him for it
It’s lowkey funny though so you never yell at him to quit it
Wants to go to the park with you
Honestly that’s so fun though like you guys can go on the slides and he’s gonna push you on the swings
If you’re Seokmin’s best friend you’re friends with Hoshi and Seungkwan because they tag along with you guys a lot of the time lmao
But like Hoshi and Seungkwan are so much fun it’s hard to find it in you to mind all that much
Seokmin knows when to draw the line though, like he knows you guys are gonna need some bro time just to yourselves on occasion
He can always read your emotions and if he senses that you just really need to sit down and talk with him and him only he won’t hesitate to tell the other two to buzz off for awhile
Sends you sappy text messages about how you’re such a good best friend at like 2 am after he’s gotten off practice and he’s tired and you’re like “Okay I love you too but seriously you just woke me up go to bed loser”
You guys are lowkey touchy like if you don’t like touches he’ll respect it but also slowly build up your tolerance so you find yourself only okay with him hugging you
BECAUSE HE’S GONNA HUG YOU ALL THE TIME
He’s just such a loving and touchy person?? He wants to show you that you’re an amazing friend and he cares so damn much about you??
What better way than to hug you and dote on you and tell you that you’re adorable and he’s gonna find you the perfect spouse??
You: dhsjhe Seokmin I’m still young I don’t need to get married yet
Him: yeah yEt,, I’m just saying when the time comes,,,
Wants you to tag along with him all the time always
Like even when he goes on tour he’s trying to find a way to make it work out so that you can tag along with him and the rest of the gang
Go to Karaoke with him and Hoshi and Seungkwan will absolutely tag along and your ears will absolutely hurt from all the high notes they tried to hit throughout the night
But it was also really fun taking meme photos of their super red faces as they pretty much screamed the lyrics so like worth it
They almost broke a microphone and you guys nearly got asked to leave over it LMAO
Finds a way to make everything fun I swear to god
Become best friends with this boy and you’ll probably never be bored
Road trip? Okay time to combine Ultimate Eye Spy with Mega Challenge License Plate Words
You: thats not even a thing
Him: It’s a thing if I say it’s a thing shut up
The best friend who forms a marriage pact with you like “If we’re both single at 45 we’ll get married and spend the rest of our days baking cookies and petting our cats and bitching about all the happy people who are settling down together”
But real talk he will be your wingman if you say the word
Goes ALL OUT when you guys sing in the car
And you WILL be singing with him don’t even think otherwise, even if you’re the world’s worst singer you’re singing with him
He somehow knows every song on the radio, even if they came out like 10 minutes ago he just knows it
The most caring boy
Literally freaks out whenever you text him that you’re sick or got hurt and he’s calling you like “OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY???” and you’re like “Literally why couldn’t you text me and ask that-”
He will ask you if you need anything and just appear at your door like five minutes later and he’s checking you all over to make sure you’re not too damaged and threatening to get Mingyu to drive you to the ER if you try and refuse his help
Consults you on all his hair color changes
Like seriously suddenly he refuses to dye his hair any color until it has your seal of approval
Being friends with Seungkwan means you’re automatically friends with his mom
His mom like has your number and her contact name in your phone has its own emoji and everything
She always texts you asking how you’re doing and thanking you for taking good care of her son and always being a sweet friend
Sends you food all the time too and one time she sent Seungkwan’s care package with yours and asked you to give it to him but instead you hid it to mess with him
And he was about to call his mom screeching because he felt so HURT when you pulled it out of the closet
Seungkwan: if you ever do that again I’m telling on you
You: you tell on me and I tell you what you and Hoshi did the last time you guys pranked me
Seungkwan: ,,,that’s a dirty trick but fine I won’t tell her
You: Damn right
Whenever you put him at the top of Seventeen’s visual ranking he always goes “I knew I picked the right person to be my best friend for life”
Then he turns to Seventeen and he’s like “WHO’S THE VISUAL NOW” and you have to be like “Seungkwan chill”
Please put him at the top tho because he doesn’t deserve this DISRESPECT of being ranked at the bottom when the boy is clearly a visual king
You guys always have synchronized steps and perfected judgemental looks and the rest of the noisy boys are like “Literally stop looking at me like you’re my disappointed parents”
You: then learn to wash your damn shirt it smells like a barnyard in here
Seungkwan: OHHH SNAP
You: you need to wash your clothes too I can see a ramen stain on your chest
Seungkwan: ,,,low blow fam low blow
Listen he’s such a squishy and wonderful person please be the best friend you possibly can because he’s going to treasure you if you do
Bless us with your holy best friend selfies on instagram I will pay you money
So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!
***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***
Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)
Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.
They were driving over to Norman’s place for a small dinner with a few other of Jeffrey’s friends. Aria chewed her lip as they pulled up to the large home surrounded by land. “No reason to be nervous.” Jeffrey rasped, his lip quirked to the side. Rolling her eyes, she pled ignorance. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Right and that gnawed lip and bouncing knee is because you’re excited right?” “Fine. I’m nervous alright. Happy?” “No, I’m not happy you’re stressed out. It’s just dinner with Norman. You met him already. Then there’s his assistant and Steven and his wife. Maybe a couple others. Nothing too crazy.” “Yeah I just… I’m not from this crowd Jeff.” She sighed, her eyes narrowing as she tried to say what she was feeling. “I don’t know how to talk to people like that?” “You talk like you always fucking talk. You don’t have a problem talking to me.” “You’re different.” “How?” “You know what they say about assuaging your nerves in front of groups of people, well, I can picture you naked far easier than them.” Barking out laugh, he replied, “I’d prefer if you didn’t picture Norman naked thank you very fucking much.”
prefers traveling by plane. really wants to explore central europe because of it’s architecture and rich art history
spends 50% of the plane ride sleeping the other 50% he has headphones on and is lyric writing
every now and then he’ll look up and make sure you’re comfortable and you don’t notice how he smiles to himself when he sees you sound asleep or giggling at something you see on the movie thats playing
is pretty organized despite his suitcase looking like a mess and doesn’t get you two lost
holds your hand at all times when you’re walking around just to make sure you’re safely beside him
tried to get you guy to coordinate the outfits you brought but it doesnt really happen but its ok because you guys shop and buy matching clothes and it’s cute
you wake up later than him in the hotel and he’s already out on the balcony drinking coffee and when you go over he pulls you down into his lap and you guys enjoy the view
buys a tour book and reads out the little passages about all the monuments and tourists spots you visit
secretly writes a song about the way you make him feel while you guys are on this trip and it’s literally just how happy he is to be alone with the best person in the world (you)
prefers traveling by car because he can take photos if you’re driving and when he’s driving he can show off how cool he looks (he doesn’t tell you this but you can see from the way he tries to look suave by putting his hand on the back of your seat when pulling out of his parking space and how he refuses to take his sunglasses off even when you’re driving in the rain)
ideal traveling situation is you guys take a roadtrip up into the korean countryside
neck pillows all day everyday even when he’s out of the car
took the pro camera with him but keeps teasing you because you’re like !!! yoongi take a photo of me here and he’s like pretending to oblivious taking pics of trees and you’re like yOONGI pLEase and he’s like “take it with the selfie stick???” and ur like but!!!! and it’s cute he like leads you on a bit and then ends up taking endless photos of you because you’re amazing and he loves you
takes secret photos when you’re not looking and even if they’re blurry he saves them because ur his everything
hes ok with directions but it’s a roadtrip so yoongis like lets not even spend money lets sleep in the car and ur like ok but how will we shower and eat?? and yoongi is like ……true
huddling together when its cold and you two didn’t pack jackets or scarves
vice versa you’re like airing out your t-shirts together sharing cold drinks when you packed too many sweaters and it’s like 99 degrees out
you and yoongi don’t plan ahead unless it comes to the $$$$$$
but yoongi has never felt more free and comfortable and there is just pure joy in being out here with you by his side to enjoy all these new things
doesn’t have a preference when it comes to traveling as long as he gets to rest his head on your shoulder and you guys get to bring snacks along
would like to go to other countries in east asia like indonesia, burma, thailand
makes a list of restaurants you just HAVE to visit and a list of street foods you HAVE to try
“we don’t need souvenirs, we need another plate of food, baby”
insists you guys get matching pink luggage so it’s easy to spot your bags from the rest
you catch him taking selfies with random people and you’re like oh my god
pulls you into his arms and starts taking photos and you’re like jiN my mouths full of food or jIN im still blowdrying my hair?? and he’s like “we need photos to send to my mom”
tries to pretend he can speak the native language and then he turns to you and is like i didn’t understand a thing and you’re like uhuh i can tell
downloads duolingo three days before your trip but only remembers the word for chicken
plans a surprise, romantic little thing in the middle of the trip for you like maybe going to get a couples massage or attending a performance in the town and then afterward while you’re gushing about how thoughtful and romantic he is he just grins and thinks about how your smile is worth just about anything in the world
prefers traveling by plane because he has a curiosity for the world and he’d love going from europe to africa to australia all in one trip because he’s got an endless amount of energy
reminds you to pack your toothbrush ike 5323 times because he “wont share his” but thats a damn lie hoseok will give you anything you need because he’s an angel and loves you
gets super into souvenirs and buys one for each bts member, each manager, each dance instructor, basically something for every person he’s ever meet in his life
is willing to talk to strangers for directions because you two are dumbfounded but instead of talking he’s dong charades with his body to try and get the people to understand him
when i doubt hoseok just smiles and gives you thumbs up because even if yall are lost in the middle of sydney or in the middle of the safari soMEhow he promises you two will be fine
fixes your hair after youve slept on the plane and you also fix his and hes like my face is puffy but youre like i love it and lean in to kiss him and the stewards on the plane are like “this is the cutest couple to every travel on this airline ????”
hoseok can get you guys discounts on anything because he’s a shining ball of light and everyone he meets instantly likes him because how can you not
you guys try to challenge each others fears by having adventures on your travels and it’s how you grow closer because you have each other the whole trip to lean on and when you’re going back you guys just cuddle sleepily into each others arms and like it’s just an experience that’s unforgettable
prefers travel by overnight trains because there’s a bed and he can knock out in comfort
would like to see more of south asia like india, sri lanka, bangladesh and especially traveling through rain forests and places with gorgeous warm nature would be such a sight
except he sleeps the entire time really no point in even trying to keep him awake hes like nope 5 min in he was snoozing (except for when you wake him up like elephants JIMIN and he falls off the bed like ELEPHANTS
it’s cute tho!!!! whats not cute is the fact that jimin gets distracted by everything so you literally keep reminding him not to forget his bags anywhere
“jimin, tie your suitcase to your wrist because you’ll forget it.” “no i won’t.” “where’s your suitcase right now?” “…………….don’t hate me but we might have to go back to the dorm.”
is horrible when it comes to money like he’d spend it all in one day if you let him and he doesn’t keep track of purchases so you’re always like “no jimin we can’t buy that.” and he gets pouty but its nothing a couple of kisses cant fix
dances to bangtan songs when you guys are waiting in line to get tickets for something
at first you were a lil embarrassed but soon enough you learned that just dancing along with him makes it better
gets shy when he has to ask a stranger for help but he doesn’t want to let you down so he does his best to ask for directions or help but sometimes you’re like “jimin, let me handle it ^^” and he thinks ur so cool and brave
park jimin is astounded by anything you do honestly he is Head over Heels
keeps squeezing your hand and asking you if all of this is real and you’re like ofc!! and he just can’t believe he’s doing this right now with you
like jin, he doesn’t have a preference but once you get to your destination he loves things like bike tours or hiking
south america would be a spot he’d really love to see, countries like brazil, argentina, and venezuela are all colorful and so new to him that he’d love to just go and explore
taehyung would want to go anywhere there’s an ocean so he can pull you into the warm waves and play around with you and just laughs and love everywhere
imagine riding horseback on the beach with taehyung??? or ziplining through the rainforest with taehyung??? or learning how to dance the samba with taehyung ????
you guys dont plan, like a lot of stuff is spontaneous stuff that you just decide would be amazing to do like taehyung’s just like you cant live life knowing whats gonna happen lets just wing it
except ur also like lets not wing it and go bankrupt on this trip or lose our passports cough COuGh
if there’s anyplace that looks remotely scenic taehyung is like pls take a photo of me !!! and so you’re walking around snapping photos of your boyfriend pretending to be a model in the middle of the street or on a bus bench but like he looks good so why not
taehyung facetimes the hyungs whenever u two are gonna do something cool just to show off about it
aside from taking photos of himself and nature he also takes photos of himself kissing you in all the different places you’ve been and he makes it like a little project of his and every time he pulls away he’s like “this can’t be more perfect” but he says it EVery TIMe and you’re like you said that last time and he’s like yeah ur right every moment is perfect to me if it’s with you…………
prefers traveling by plane because there’s less confusion and less work that way
wants to see more of the states because he likes busy cities but he also likes national parks and nature and the states have a good mix of those
you guys go super lite on the packing like literally you guys brought one suitcase and it has all your stuff in it because you and jungkook are like clothes dont matter as much as making memories
until youre like jungkook give me your sweater mines dirty and he’s like heck no and youre like jungkook i have so much blackmail material on u dont test me and jungkooks like ???? excuse me i have blackmail material too- but he’ll give u the damn sweater because he loves u
does this thing where when ur taking a photo he photobombs it
also rests his camera on the top of your head because hes tall and ur like jungkook im not the pod for ur dslr and he’s like dont move ull make the picture blurry
directions? talking to strangers? nope he’d rather get the two of you lost
steals the sample bottles from the hotel and ur like wow and he’s like right now im making jin hyung proud also look now we dont need to buy shampoo
by himself he’d be shy to go off alone and try new things but with you he’s so much more comfortable and u two are able to have so much more fun supporting each other
jungkook can come off as someone who doesnt know the definition of romance but when he buys you a little plush bear with san francisco written on it’s t-shirt at the airport gift shop and then gets red in the face when u kiss him for it well then like you can see that real boyfriend material come out and it’s ADORable
fic: this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)
summary: immortals!au in which they fall in love in 1961, fall apart in 1965, and fall again in 2015.
word count: 10.1k
warnings: the usual swearing/sex, vague descriptions of PTSD, somewhat detailed descriptions of war violence, implied character death
a/n: WHAT?!?!?!? CALISTA WROTE A ONE SHOT?!?! SAY IT AIN’T SO!! as always s/o to the other half of team sugar spice and everything nice, megan slimeboyhowell for cheering me on and letting me headcanon abt hot Marine phil at odd hours of the morning <33 i was gonna make a playlist for this but nobody ever listens to those, so i come bearing two wonderful songs for u to listen to that remind me of this fic: the song from the title, state of grace (acoustic) by taylor swift + forever and ever amen by the drums!
They’re unabashedly in love in the biting New
York frost of the winter of 1964, one month before Phil leaves for Vietnam.
Dan is twenty-three and
already established as a photographer at The New York Post; Phil teaches
English and Art History to thirteen and fourteen year olds at Astor Country Day
on the Upper East Side. Their apartment (their, their, their, he loves
reminding himself of the sharedness, even now) in the Village is cluttered with
scattered mementos of their three years together, photographs framing bare
skin, cheap photo booth strips, notes signed with hesitant x’s and drenched in cologne,
brochures from the Van Gogh exhibition at the MoMA from the year before. It’s big enough for the two of them to hole themselves in from the
tenacious hum of the city below, to hide them from eyes that linger too long on
their clasped hands and twin smiles, to last on artist salaries.
Please excuse my rudeness of not posting for over a freaking week. Just writers block and school work. The asks I have left are long ones as well. So please excuse my future rudeness in probably not posting an ask everyday like usual. A post will probably made when I’m back on track. Thank you.
- Mod Teruteru
- You had always noticed how he hung out with the other girls in his class a lot.
- Of course, you didn’t mind. But Sayaka started to get very close to him.
- Like, very close.
- It almost made you uncomfortable close.
- You didn’t mean to, but whenever he would talk to Sayaka more than you, you’d look away from him with an upset expression until he stopped talking to her, or started questioning you.
- Once he had figured out that you were jealous of Sayaka, he asked you about it.
- “W-well, you’re always talking and laughing and hanging out with her. If I weren’t your girl/boyfriend you’d probably be dating. Which is why I would always seem upset…”
- Makoto started giggling.
- “But I could never do that to an S/O like you. You’re the only one I truly have loved.”
- You cracked a smile and started laughing.
- “I should have known you would say that.”
- As the Heir to the Togami family, he was always pretty busy.
- And he did need some sort of secretary.
- And this particular secretary was very pretty.
- So you found yourself being very jealous and fearful of the relationship between that secretary and Togami.
- The only thing you could think of doing was, confiding in him.
- When you were alone, you told him about your fears about that lady.
- He didn’t emote, he just put a hand on your shoulder.
- “And what makes you think I would abandon someone as beautiful and perfect for me as you?”
- You thought about for a few seconds before you started smiling.
- “Obviously! There’s nothing that can make me think that.”
- Being the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader made him more popular with women who liked ‘bad boys’ then you both thought.
- Women wearing all black with a bunch of piercings will walk up to him and ask him if he wants to get a drink sometime.
- That’s when you’ll walk up to him and grab his arm in a 'he’s mine’ kind of way.
- “Oh how cute, you brought you little sister/brother.”
- Mondo was confused while you were a bit offended.
- Then you pulled the collar of his shirt and started kissing him.
- This did lead the girls away, but when they were gone you were apologizing profusely.
- “Sorry! I’m sorry! I just panicked when they called me your little sister/brother.”
- “It’s fine S/O. I probably do the same if some guys called me your older brother.”
- You giggled. “No, you would have tried to punch their lights out.”
- “Ha ha, yeah. You caught me S/O.”
- He still wasn’t very up to date on social norms.
- So when people flirted with him, he could never pick up on it.
- But you could pick up on it.
- …Boy could you pick up on it.
- “Hey there, mind telling me your name big boy?”
- “Ah, good evening! My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! It’s wonderful to meet you!”
- Poor Taka didn’t even notice the dark aura coming off of you.
- You were smiling, but the girl that was talking to Taka could recognize what that meant.
- “I’m sorry miss, but I need to talk to my Kiyotaka for a second in private. Do you mind?”
- “Y-yeah, t-that’s cool.”
- When you pulled Taka aside, he was smiling at you like a little kid.
- “What would you like to talk about S/O?”
- Poor boy didn’t even know.
- When you explained, he was blushing.
- “W-why would a girl do that?”
- You pouted and buried your face in his chest, earning yourself and even blushier Taka.
- “Because you’re great and adorable and a nice person. Who wouldn’t do that?”
- Taka reluctantly wrapped his arms around you.
- “Someone who knows that I am taken by a kind and thoughtful and generous S/O. That’s who.”
- You still had to keep Chihiro’s real gender a secret until he was comfortable enough to say it himself.
- So that meant Chihiro still has his fanbase of Lolita loving guys.
- Which also meant that he will still get recognized in public.
- Chihiro was sitting in at cafe table while he waited for you to get the food you ordered.
- “Hey, your Chihiro Fujisaki right.”
- “Um, y-yes? That’s right.”
- The man them proceeded (and quite rudely I might add) to sit down on the obviously taken chair on the other side of the round cafe table.
- Chihiro shifted his line of sight from the man to you.
- “So, do you come to this cafe often?”
- On the outside you were gazing at them innocently, on the inside you were freaking steaming.
- So you put your guys’ food on the table and kissed Chihiro on the cheek.
- “Sorry that took so long sweetie, there was a bit of a line at the register.” Then you looked at the man. “Excuse me sir, that chair is taken.”
- He got up a bit confused, then walked away, still looking at you.
- “Why’d you do that S/O?”
- You sweated a bit. “Sorry, I just get a little over protective when it comes to guys wanting to flirt with you I guess.”
- Chihiro giggled.
- “You’re so cute S/O.”
- You weren’t one to get very jealous.
- It was one of the reasons he loved you.
- You were cool about everything.
- But there are times you can get the slightest bit jealous, but you never said anything.
- Some of the more ignorant women who came back for a second reading began to get a bit tough for some reason.
- They were getting a kick out of his readings while he was having fun with someone believing his stories.
- You really didn’t like the feeling it was giving you.
- “Hey S/O? Is something wrong?”
- You didn’t realize that while focusing on that weird feeling, you had been staring at Hiro.
- “I… don’t know. I’ve been having these weird feelings whenever you’re around those girls that like you…like…a lot.”
- Hiro scratched the back of his neck.
- “Well, I guess that whatever it is, you probably don’t need to feel it. I don’t like them as much as I love you.”
- You smiled and blushed.
- “Thanks Hiro.”
- No matter what he looked like, he had huge amounts of nerdy fangirls.
- Those of which surrounded him when you two visited any kind of eastern style convention.
- You didn’t want to be a bother so you kind of just scooted off to the corner to see what the other artists were selling.
- Yamada texted you about standing next to a Love Live art booth and asked you to meet him there.
- When you found him, he was talking with two girls cosplaying as the hitachiin twins.
- You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you saw them pulling out their phones and clearly asking or a picture.
- It was cute, it really was, but their arms around him made you sweat a bit.
- You didn’t have the confidence to approach him until the two girls left for a My Hero Academia booth.
- When you walked up to him, you sighed happily at the sight of no one currently surrounding him.
- “Hey Hifumi.”
- “Ah, greetings S/O. I’m glad to have run into you again. Can I ask why you were looming over at the Yuri! On Ice booth over there while I was speaking with the two fans just now?”
- You blushed and started rubbing your cheek on the Ryuji Sakamoto body pillow you bought to try and hide it.
- “B-beats me. You don’t have to worry about it.”
- “Oh! My S/O has gone tsundere! That can only mean one thing.”
- “It’s perfectly fine S/O. You don’t have to be jealous of those girls, you are one of the main protagonists in our story.”
- “I-I never said…! *Sigh* Okay fine, but only because my lovable partner said so.”
- (This whole section was just me being a huge anime nerd…)
- Baseball fans were constantly a problem with him.
- Don’t get me wrong, he loved being around all those chicks.
- But he already had an S/O, and they only liked him for the talent he hated having.
- They still attempted at swarming him though.
- Thank god for velvet ropes and bouncers.
- Even when you walked with him out of the games girls reached out to him.
- This made put smile nervously and wave at them.
- When you got home you would groan and collapse on the couch like a ton of bricks.
- “I’m suuuper tired of those fan girls.They made me super nervous.”
- Leon chuckled and patted your head.
- “Yeah. It was pretty crazy how they just wanted to jump on top of me like that. Can’t say I blame them though.”
- You pulled on his sleeve while he leaned on the couch.
- “Don’t say stuff like that. You’re still mine, you wouldn’t leave me for one of them would you?”
- Leon smirked. “Oh? Is my S/O jealous?”
- You lowered your eyelids. “Just answer the question.”
- Leon flipped over the back of couch and landed on top of you.
- With his face close to yours, Leon grinned big.
- “Of course not S/O.You’re my one and only, a future rock star has got to be loyal to everyone. His fans and his S/O.”
(i do not own this beautiful art, pls do dm me who does, tho, i would love to credit them)
“so, uh, wut u been doin over the summer?”
guess who is the biggest hoe for my redheaded baBE
honestly he could blind and strangle me and i’d still adore him gaAH
this is just simple fluff bc i see so much angst for this boi and it breaks my heart so enjoy this simple fic! ❤️
dedicated to my gorgeous kitten tilly ;)))
as luciel finally got a break from all his work, the two of you figured it was perfect to spend a whole day cuddled up and binge watching cartoons and films.
a mound of buttered popcorn along with a pillow fort accumulate in the living room as you prepare for the day ahead.
“who’s ready for a marathon with the mighty defender of justice seven-oh-seven?” your boyfriend exclaims as he walks into the room with even more snacks.
you giggle, playing along. “me, of course, great sir!”
“then we must commence!” with that, he drops down next you, wrapping his arms round your waist and nestling his chin on your back.
“okay!” you laugh, pressing the play button.
over the next hours, the two of you laugh at bee movie, cry through les misérables, scream through a shit ton of horror films, roll your eyes during rom-coms and cuddle through disney, dreamworks and pixar. happy and content, you sigh as you lean your head against his shoulder.
inconspicuously, he glances down at you. how did he manage to deserve you? there isn’t anything he doesn’t adore about you and all his thoughts are occupied by you. while everyone in his life have passed by and moved on, you stubbornly stayed put regardless of how aggressively he attempted to push you away. it was bitter agony watching you marry yoosung, start a business (a/n: and marrying bc dammit chertiz ily but i need me a gay jaehee route) with jaehee, fall for zen and go on luxurious honeymoons with jumin; his only comfort being the thoughts he force fed himself.
you don’t deserve anyone’s love, much less theirs.
you’re unlovable anyway.
you’re a bad person.
it’s better for the both of you to just stay apart.
you’re not worth anything.
you’re too dangerous.
you’re going to ruin their lives.
just stop, saeyoung. everything’s against you.
so, when you did reach his route, the shock froze him to the core.
of course, he dealt with it the only way he could.
by ignoring you and blocking you out.
unfortunately, you didn’t stand for it and refused to leave him. at first, he thought it was a cruel joke; you so easily flicked through everyone else’s story, his shouldn’t be any different, right?
however, he found it harder and harder to resist you, so he gradually let you in. immediately, he realised it was the perfect decision. you’re so full of love and life, you literally radiated happiness and warmth. saeyoung felt his 707 persona crumble away around you since you adored him completely. it was so easy to be around you - he didn’t have to fake or lie about anything. and so, he soon found himself reunited with saeran, all thanks to you.
not everything had been easy, especially the bomb and saeran still being bitter about the past, but who could blame the poor soul?
but, you made everything worth it. from your angelic smile and relaxing nature, saeyoung found himself truly at peace with you.
“hellooo?” you wave your hand in front of his face. his golden eyes are gazing into space, in some sort of dream. “earth to the almighty 707?”
refocusing, his eyes fall on your concerned expression.
god, you’re so perfect.
“are you okay?” you query, worried.
he blinks a few times. “i’m fine, babe, don’t worry.” he squeezes his arms around you and nuzzles your neck. “i was just having deep thoughts.”
you chuckle, feeling the vibrations of his voice deliciously travel down your spine.
“alright, as long as you’re happy.”
“i love you.” he mutters quietly, threading his fingers through your hair.
“hm?” you hum inquisitively, slightly tired. “what was that, babe?”
he laughs. “i love you!” he presses a gentle kiss against your cheek.
It was a usual day at the burrow. Harry, Ginny, and Ron were playing quidditch, Hermione was hiding inside after her latest fight with her boyfriend, Fred and George were working on a new potion in their old room, and Molly and Arthur were out Christmas shopping.
Even though they had all been graduated for several years they all came back to the Weasley’s for Christmas.
“Knock knock.” Hermione said as she walked into the twins room carrying a tray with three steaming cups. “Who wants hot cocoa?”
“Yes please!” Fred and George exclaimed with childlike excitement.
“Hermione, you truly know the way into a mans heart.” George complimented her as he took a mug.
“Tell that to your brother.” Hermione laughed and sat down on the floor next to George. Despite her smile the boys could tell she was really upset. They both exchanged a concerned glance.
“Are you guys fighting again?” Fred asked her hesitantly.
“It’s really not a big deal.” Hermione told them, her voice solum. “We’ve gotten through worse, we’ll be fine.” Although her tone made it seem more like she was trying to convince herself more then them.
“Well if he can’t see how lucky he is to have a girl like you then he’s crazy.” Fred assured her with a small smile as George went back to work on finishing their potion.
Hermione studied Fred for a moment before returning his smile. “Thanks Fred.” She said, still sounding unconvinced.
“And you let us know if he starts acting like any more of git. We’ll make him pay.” Fred continued, trying to lighten the mood.
George finished mixing the think pink liquid, “That’s right ‘Mione. Turn his pillow back into a tarantula, we will.”
Hermione laughed with her friends.
“So what are you guys working on anyways?” She asked them.
The twins went completely ridged.
“Well…” George started.
“You see…” Fred tried.
“We know you don’t necessarily approve of them…”
“But the market, it’s really in high demand!”
“We have an obligation to our costumers you know.”
“Just tell me!” Hermione exclaimed still giggling.
“Love potions.” Fred finally said.
Hermione’s smile fell.
“Love potions!?” She nearly yelled. “I have told you two a million times the dangers and repercussions of messing with this kind of thing! But do you listen? No! No one ever listens! You do realize that I’m not called ‘the brightest witch of my age’ for nothing? Why don’t you ever listen? You have got to stop working on these kinds of potions immediately!!”
“Relax Hermione.” Fred told her holding his hands up in surrender. “We’re working on a safe love potion.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “No such thing.”
“No really!” Fred assured her. “It’ll wear off quicker then others, the drinker will snap out of it if they’re in any real danger, we’re even trying to fix up an antidote just in case.” As Fred explained this George took a spoonful of the potion from the cauldron sitting between them. He inspected it quickly and mixed it into what remained of his hot cocoa and then turned to pack up the rest.
“Well I still don’t approve,” Hermione retorted, “but I guess that it’s better then it could be.” She reached down and picked up her mug and took a long drink.
George finished pouring the potion into containers and turned back to Fred and Hermione. After a split second his eyes widened in horror.
“HERMIONE NO!” He yelled nearly making her drop the mug.
“What the bloody hell George!?” Hermione shouted back at him, nearly choking on her cocoa.
“Hermione… That was my mug.” He said slowly. Fred’s expression shifted to a petrified stare.
“Well I’m sorry but you don’t have to freak out at me!” Hermione scolded him.
“No, Hermione…. I had just put some of the potion in there… For testing.” George explained cautiously.
Hermione’s expression mirrored Fred’s as she understood, “what?” She whispered.
“Well for testing purposes… Timing, strength, taste, all that. I was going to drink some.” George continued, “It’s…. Well it’s…” He glanced at his twin saying a silent apology. “This one’s got Fred’s hair in it so…”
This time Hermione did drop the mug letting it smash on the ground, spilling what little was left inside. Fred still couldn’t move. “You have an antidote don’t you?” Hermione asked desperately. “You said you were making antidotes!”
Fred finally cleared his throat and spoke, “I said we were going to be trying to make one. We haven’t yet.” His voice was quiet and strained.
“Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Hermione muttered, “OH SHIT!” She yelled scaring both the boys, “What about Ron! He’ll never speak to me again if he sees me following you around under a love potion.“
“We’ll tell him we accidentally let you drink a prototype, no biggie.” Fred tried to sound confident for her.
“Are you kidding? He’ll kill us! Or at least try, and then we’ll kill him and then mum’ll kill us!” George argued.
“Well then we’ll figure something out!” Fred told them both urgently. “We can hide it, somehow.”
“Right, well you work on that I’m going to go lock myself in my room, or maybe I’ll try throwing this awful potion up.” Hermione quickly stood up and darted out of the room looking panicked.
“Blimey George, this is a disaster.” Fred told his twin, running his hands through his already messy hair. “The affects are going to start any second.”
“Hey, at least you like her right.” George chuckled with a sly smirk as he watched Fred pace. “You should be thanking me.”
Fred froze. “You… you did this on purpose?”
“It wasn’t exactly difficult to swap mugs. We perfected that art when we were 4.” George patted his twin on the back as he laughed. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
Omg I typed this whole thing out (part one and two), and then went to upload part one and they were both GONE! Ikr. I had to completely re-do it from memory ugh. I think it came out pretty well regardless but I guess I’ll have to wait to see what you guys think (all 59 of you! That’s crazy!!). As always, let me know what you liked and disliked about this, or any suggestions you have for future fics, I would love to hear your ideas and help bring them to life as best I can. Until next time, Kisses!
PART TWO IS COMING SOON TO PHONES, LAPTOPS, AND TABLETS NEAR YOU!!!
Ever since that day you skipped his class and he showed what the consequences were, you were more obedient. Coming to class on time, rarely sassing him and now you thought he lost all interest in you.
That scared you the most.
He ignored you, not making eye contact with you unless you were asking a question. You were almost ready to go back to your old self and misbehave just so he would even look at you.
“What’s getting past around is a permission form for a sightseeing trip in a historic city. It’s on a first come first serve basis and the first 15 girls will join me, Ms. Park, Mr. Jung, Ms. Kim and Mr. Lee. Now, can someone summarize the first scene of King Lear?”
A trip? And the possibility of being with Mr. Kim on an actual bed for once. You couldn’t say that getting bend over and pounded by him wasn’t enough to make you soak your panties.
But imaging you two on a real bed. Your hand gripping the sheets, his hard smacks against your ass and his filthy words. Your voice getting trapped into the mattress as he continues to drill you until you cum.
“Can you play the role of Cordelia?”
“Y-Yes.” You get up from your seat, walking past him and joining the other girls playing roles. You recited the lines from the text and he let you all sit.
He expressed what he thought was going on in the scenes and how important this first act was to the rest of the play. The bell rang and it was time for lunch.
“Are you thinking of joining the field trip?” You walked until you were in front of him and he stood up straight.
“Depends, is there something to look forward to?” You were playing the end of his black tie, wanting to pull those luscious pink lips on yours. Why is such a hot man like him your teacher?
“I’m sure there is, Kitten.”
“Taehyung..” He went to lock the door before walking back to you. He pulled you closer, his hand tangling with your hair before kissing you.
You gasped when you felt his hand squeeze your cheeks and he took advantage of your moment when your walls were down. He was an expert kisser, his lips were something you craved as much as his cock.
Your hand grazed over his bulge and he grasped your wrist. He flipped side with you, you leaning against the desk and his arms trapped you.
“You don’t get to touch, kitten.” He kissed your neck ravenously but was careful to not leave a mark. You didn’t need unnecessary drama about the hickeys on your neck and collarbone. He pulled away, just when you thought he was fully going to touch you.
“You want more, don’t you?”
“Permission form on my desk tomorrow morning and maybe you’ll get want you want.” He dismissed you, giving your ass a slap before you left the room.
The day droned on, you mindlessly going to your other classes but all you could think about is Taehyung. He wanted you, you could feel it from the budge in his dress pants but he still resisted you.
Did he not want to admit that he wasn’t interested in you? He kissed you like he needed your lips to breathe, but was that an act? After all, he is the drama teacher. He can easily hide behind his character.
“Girl, what happened to you?”
“You’re zoned out, I think that isn’t just ‘nothing’.”
“I’m just a little distracted.”
“Is it because your dear boyfriend, Mr. Kim wasn’t focused on you? I know couples go through rough patches but I’m-”
“It’s not about Mr. Kim. Okay, he’s just our drama teacher. And he doesn’t focus on me.”
“Y/N, you can deny it all you want, you’re his special student.” Well sometimes, it doesn’t feel like it.
“I’m not his.”
“Oh, so maybe he gave up on you.” He shouldn’t give up just yet. God, why are you thinking about this to yourself? It was so much easier if he wasn’t your teacher.
Then you could go on dates with him. Go to the arcade, dinner at your favourite restaurant, get milkshakes at the diner, go to the beach.
Normal things couples can do. But you weren’t a normal couple. What were you two anyways? A secret relationship? His sex kitten? A student that he casually fucked twice?
“Y/N! Snap out of it.”
“Sorry.. What were you saying?”
“I was wonderful if you were going on the field trip.”
“Of course, who wants to pass up history?” You were definitely in it for more than just the history.
“Is everyone here?”
“Yes!” You got lucky, really lucky. You manage to be the 15th person, seeing the other 14 had gotten there earlier than you and you were there 1 hour before the bell rang.
“Y/N, Sara and Adrielle. You’re with me.” And wasn’t it just fortunate that your supervising teacher was none other than Mr. Kim.
“Are we so lucky?”
“Yeah, we are..” You could have sworn you saw him smirk and you four took a taxi to the hotel. It was a grand hotel, the building from the outside alone looked pristine.
“Each of you get your own room, we all come down for breakfast in 9am sharp. As for the exploration, you guys are free to go to any place as long as you tell me where and when you will return. If you come late, you’ll have to send your time with me. And I really want to learn about all the history of this city.”
“Okay, sir.” You went to the reception, getting your hotel key and going up to your room. You dropped your bags, jumping to the bed and lied down like a starfish.
“Jesus, Mr. Kim. You scared me.”
“I just have to check on you, just doing my job.”
“What do you mean by ‘check’?” You sat up before standing in front of him once again.
“What do you want it to mean?”
“I know the doors lock, but let’s check if the wall are soundproof?”
“Silly kitten. You’re always so eager, aren’t you?” He grabbed your ass, giving it a mild squeeze. You let a gasp and he smirked.
“Don’t you know that I decide when to have you? Be patient, kitten.” His thumbs pressed against your stomach, caressing the skin before kissing your forehead.
He left. He just left? How could he? You’ve been waiting, hoping that he touch you again but every time you’ve tried to get him off.. He just sneaks past you.
“What a bastard.” You rested your head on a pillow and let yourself fall asleep. You woke up to a knock and you stayed silent, hoping whoever it was would just leave.
The door opened, did you forget to lock it after he left? Of course you did, you were too busy being high strung to notice.
“Do you know what time it is?” He looked so casual. He was wearing a beige coat, a brown sweater, black jeans and black shoes.
“Back to your old self, huh?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s 11:15. Breakfast was two hours ago and I wonder what my rules were.”
“Get dressed, you’re with me today.” You changed in front of him, he’s already seen your naked body. No reason to be shy. You wore a black tank top with your red checked print suspenders skirt, black knee high socks with two white stripes and black boots.
“Wait.” He pushed you to the bed, getting on top of you and you were almost shocked. His other hand slipped between your legs, poking at your pussy.
He pulled something out of his jacket, and your eyes widen. He had a toy.
“Relax, kitten. Call it your emergency lesson. I’ll assess you later.” He pushed it into you, you crying out and he turned it on. You moan to the vibrations and he smirked.
“This is going to be inside you all day until we get back. Understood?” You could handle this, it wasn’t too bad.
Well, not until you felt the vibrations pick up.
“Did you think I was going to be easy on you, kitten? Maybe I’m not teaching you enough. Let’s go.” He led you out your room and you two walked down the street.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to learn about the history. He took you to a museum, taking the tour around all the historical artifacts and paintings. You weren’t into it but he looked so happy, looking at all of this.
He hadn’t gotten lost in the art yet, when you felt the vibrations getting worse. He put his arm around your waist, pulling you close so he could whisper in your ear.
“I wonder how long until you break, I’d love to see how you would cover up your orgasm.”
“Have some faith in me, Taehyung.”
“I had faith that you’ll come like the dirty slut you are.” He smacked your ass, making you feel the vibrations more. You bit your lip, not wanting to let out a moan when there were still plenty of people around you.
He made you walk around with him, the toy would move with your every step and you came. He knew you did, seeing the small change in your expression before you went back to keeping your face neutral.
“I’m going to enjoy this so much, kitten.” He made you go to more historical sites, a shrine, where the cherry blossoms grew, places like that. He would joke around, making you forget about the toy that was still vibrating inside you.
“Let’s get some food, what do you want?”
“You’re perfect, kitten.” You smiled and he took you to a convenience store. He played with you a bit, speeding up and slowing down the vibrations just to see you react. He set it on high while you were paying, making it difficult for you to speak.
“This is your total.” You read the total, taking your wallet out of your purse but Taehyung beat you to it.
“I can’t let a woman pay, no matter how small the cost.” You two grabbed a seat outside, the toy not letting you forget that it’s still inside you.
“W-When are we going back?”
“Are you still eager? Considering you came four times, I’m shocked.”
“God, I love it when you beg.”
“Taehyung, please. Ah-please.”
“Music to my ears, finish your bowl and maybe I’ll consider it.” You scrambled to finish your bowl, not caring if other people thought you were eating like a wild animal. You were desperate, just how he liked it.
You took a cab back to the hotel, him just speeding up to the vibrations and you came a five time before exiting the cab. He rushed you upstairs, going into his room and locking the door. He made haste, stripping you off your clothes and leaving your soaking panties on and he stripped himself.
He devoured your lips, making sure that he could taste every part of them. You were heavily distracted by them, almost like his lips kissed away all sense of consciousness. That your body was now enslaved to his wicked will and the only way out was to make him cum.
“Five times, kitten.”
“Hands and spread your legs.” You obliged and he poked at the toy, making you scream. He slipped off your soiled panties and watched the vibrator inside you. He slowly pulled it out, you biting your lip to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape your mouth.
“What a dirty little slut, your pussy is so wet. And it’s still so tight.”
“Please what, kitten?”
“Don’t make me say it..” He slapped your ass, you whimpering to the hard slap and you knew he wasn’t giving in until you said it.
“Fuck me, please.”
“Good kitten.” He waited for a moment before sliding inside you. You screamed his name and he slapped your ass, wanting you to quiet yourself. You clenched the sheets, his cock just ruthlessly pounding into you. He gripped your hips tightly, making sure that your body stay in place while you felt every thrust of his hips.
The sheets heard your screams of pleasure and he cursed your name. His deep voice drove you wild and you thought you were going to come just from hearing his voice. You felt your body tense, signalling the edge of your orgasm.
“I know, kitten. Cum.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, you came at his command. You clenched around him, helping him cum not too long after. He had a condom on which was now held his cum and he went to dispose of it. You got under his sheets, covering your body even though you were hot.
So, I saw thesedrawings (bless @succmekomaeda ) where Nagito and Hajime basically become The Warriors of Hope’s adoptive dads and (even though I’ve never really written for the Warriors) I couldn’t resist writing some nice fluff.
YAY I FINALLY GOT THIS UP AFTER TWO DAYS OF STRUGGLING TO!
"it’s my younger siblings wedding and my mother won’t shut up about how i’m going to die alone" please?:)
“And, now Cora’s married, too,” Talia takes Derek’s hand, “Honey—”
“Mom,” Derek pinches the bridge of his nose, sits back in his chair and wishes he was at home, in his comfy sweats, and not at his sister’s wedding being lectured by his mother. “It’s fine. I’m fine!”
“It’s just been so long,” Talia arches an eyebrow, “I hope you’re not still holding back because of what happened with Kate.”
“Mom! That was a decade ago, no, god, please,” Derek cringes, “Enough. This is Cora’s wedding. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“I always worry, about all my children, all the time.”
“It’s going to give you wrinkles,” he teases, trying to lighten the mood.
“Laughter lines,” his mother corrects.
“You’re not laughing, now.”
“Well, you don’t tell any jokes, honey, you never laugh any more.”
“Oh my god,” Derek looks around wildly, catches Stiles’ gaze from the bar and widens his eyes in a silent plea for help. Stiles waves, downs another shot with Scott, completely oblivious to Derek’s plight.
Mabel looked up from her sniffles, and despite the pain
smiled at the way her brother was acting like a big goofy goober.
“I….oh. Oh. Um…”
The black flaked away and the flames died down until it was
just her silly billy bro-bro floating in front of her.
“Uh. How’d you do that?” Dipper asked, motioning to her
knee, which was currently super gross and bloody and oozy.
“I fell down the stairs,” Mabel said, wiping her nose.
Dipper raised his eyebrows and his eyes flicked to the
ground next to her.
Mabel rolled her eyes. “I fell down the stairs while I was
trying to facetime with Waddles. But I’ve done it like, a million times before!”
“Mabel, you gotta be more careful now that I’m… I’m not
always here to help you or look out for you.”
Mabel leaned up a bit to flick Dipper on the forehead.
“Goober I’ll be fine! I’m thirteen now, remember? I got this!”
She looked at the look on his face and sighed. “It’s okay,
really, I promise. I need to learn to be more careful, that’s all.”
Blood dripped down her leg and dripped onto the carpet.
“I… I can take care of that for you,” Dipper muttered.
“Really?” Mabel paused. “What’s the catch? You’re acting weird all the sudden.”
“I’d um, I’d have to-“
“I’dhavetolickyourknee,” Dipper spat out in one breath.
“Oh.” She didn’t say it out loud but that was a teenie bit weird. But this was Dipper. This was her twin, her brody
(like buddy but brother! Dipper never liked it but pfft.) Wasn’t his fault he
was a demon now.
Also her knee hurt really
“Okay! Fix me up!”
Quicker than her eyes could see, Dipper knelt down and
licked her knee once, twice with a tongue that was now forked and spiky feeling
like a kitty’s. She looked down and-
“Dipper! You fixed my knee!”
“I told you I would,” he said far too smugly for her taste.
“Well yeah but I thought there’d be a scab or something,”
she replied. The skin on her knee was like normal, no scab or scar or nothing.
“Anything… anything for my sister,” Dipper said, with a
weird choked sound in his voice which Mabel had long ago learned meant that he
was overthinking something.
Mabel couldn’t be having with that so she pulled him into a
rib cracking hug to thank him.
She waited until she was in her room, waited until she had
put her backpack away, until she put her snack down on the desk that Mom had
gave her, before she curled up on the bed and began to cry.
Mabel wouldn’t lie. She had refused to pretend that Dipper
was dead, that Dipper was gone since
she started eighth grade (started without him) and that wasn’t going to change
now that she was in ninth grade. And she didn’t regret it, not one bit, honest.
Dipper would have done the same thing for her.
But… but she thought she would have at least one friend stick with her. But Ariana
and Susie and Lilly had ditched her within two days of the start of eighth
grade. Even Mia had ditched her and, Mabel didn’t want to be rude but it was
true, she was Mia’s only friend.
She had asked Mom and Dad if she could switch schools, go to
Millennium High School rather than Piedmont High. That was the special high
school; she could take all the art classes she could want and there were only a
hundred kids there and it was the weirdo high school- surely she’d fit in
It took all of three days to find out how wrong she was. Not
only wrong, but because it was so small word spread fast and she was even more obviously ignored than ever before.
Nothing had even happened and yet
everyone could just tell and-
Mabel broke down into another round of sobs. She wasn’t sure
how much more of this she could take. She wanted to go back to the Shack, go
back to Stan and Waddles, go back to Candy and Grenda and Pacifica and Wendy
and Soos. She wanted to go home.
“Hey. Hey Mabel-“
Mabel blindly turned to where her brother was and launched
herself into his arms, pushing him into the Pillow Pet pile that was at the
head of her bed. He wrapped his wings around her and let her cry into his
shirt, stroking her hair like Mom used to do.
When her tears had died down a bit, he poked her in the
shoulder until she looked up.
“Um, I got a surprise for you. If you don’t mind waiting a
Mabel nodded, wiping her streaming nose on her sweater
sleeve and attempting to push her headband back into place.
“Okay cool, just hold on and um, keep not crying.”
A minute later Dipper popped back into existence with oh my oshkoshbgosh potato beans sweet Moses-
In Dipper’s hand was a small, fluffy sheep. He was literally
in Dipper’s hand, he was that tiny! The little sheep had black fur and red eyes
and three sets of wickedly sharp horns and a barbed thorn tail and Mabel loved him
“He doesn’t have a name yet,” Dipper said as Mabel looked at
the small sheep in awe. “I asked him and he’d be okay with you naming him.”
“Yeah, really, also, um, may want to keep it down, pretty
sure people heard you from two houses away and-“ Dipper stopped as he realized
that Mabel wasn’t even listening to him.
“Can I pet him?”
“Yeah, that’s why I brought him-“
Before Dipper even finished Mabel had gently picked up the
little nightmare and settled him into her lap, carding his wool with her
fingers and scratching the top of his head. The nightmare gave out a happy
bleat and nuzzled Mabel’s leg. At that point Dipper was pretty sure he saw
literal stars in her eyes.
“His name is Fluffernutter!”
Dipper opened his mouth to explain why a creature formed out
of terror and fear and made to fight could not possibly be named Fluffernutter.
Then he saw the joy on Mabel’s face, tears gone from her eyes as she cooed over
the nightmare, and Dipper wisely decided to remain silent.
(Besides, thinking about it, Fluffernutter would fit in with what the rest of the
Flock had named themselves.)
The only reason he wasn’t going after th́̕a͢͜͡t͘ ̛͜w̷͜ơm̀a͠͝n̶͟͏ was because it would hurt Mabel, but it
was taking all of his will power to do so.
The worse thing was that she wasn’t even crying. She wasn’t
crying, wasn’t screaming or shouting, wasn’t even talking.
It had been two days since she had sent Heather packing, and
in that time she hadn’t moved from the couch at all. Stan had tried to bring
her food, tried to talk to her, put on her favorite cartoons and brought out
her craft supplies; nothing. Mabel looked right through Grunkle Stan as if he
Dipper was trying his best to leave Mabel alone; it was his
fault, his fault her girlfriend was gone, his fault Heather did what she did.
He would have kept it up if it weren’t for Stan summoning him into his bedroom
with a blood spotted handkerchief and a piece of ham.
Before Dipper could get a word out, Stan growled, “Kid, stop
being an ass and go see your sister.”
“But, she won’t want to see me!” Dipper sputtered out,
surprised by Stan’s words.
Grunkle Stan pulled on his face with a hand.
“Dipper, she’s your sister. She’s Mabel. Do you really think she’d blame you for all this?”
“She doesn’t wanna see me kid. She wants to see you. Get
your head out of your butt and go to her.”
Under Stan’s glare, Dipper floated downstairs and into the
Mabel, face against the back of the couch, didn’t
“If you want me to leave I don’t mind I’ll just-“
“I’m sorry Dipper.”
He froze in place.
Mabel, face still buried in the dubious cushions of the
couch, went on.
“I’m sorry I brought Heather here. I’m sorry I started going
out with her. I’m sorry I trusted her I’m sorry she hurt you that I hurt you that-“
His voice rattled the Shack to its rafters and made Mabel
curl up even further into the couch and way to fucking go Dipper.
Dipper dropped to the floor, tentatively put a hand on Mabel’s
shoulder. Felt a spark of hope that she didn’t shrug away.
“Mabel, none of this is your fault. None of this is on you.”
“I should have known better,” she said in a terribly small
“What? Whoa, no way! Mabel, you loved her. You trusted her.
What she did; that’s on Heather not on you.” He gulped, because he was never as
good with this kind of thing as Mabel was and went on.
“You’re not…don’t think you’re dumb or anything like that
for loving Heather. I liked Heather a lot too. And hey, if there was anyone in
this house who should have been able to tell what she was really like, it would
be me. I see feelings! And taste them!” That last line, thankfully, got a
little snort out of Mabel like he wanted.
“I… I don’t know what else to say,” Dipper admitted. “But I
know you. And I know you won’t let her win. I know you won’t let her ruin your
life, ruin everything, ruin who you are-“
“Dipper, I was going to ask her to marry me,” Mabel said
simply, quietly. “I was looking at rings in town all last week. I thought… I
thought she was the one. And now she’s gone. And I feel… empty. Empty and dumb.”
He leaned his forehead against her shoulder, kneeling on the
“You’re not dumb. You’re… Mabel you are so good. You love everyone so much, you
want to see the best in people. That doesn’t make you dumb. That makes you
A little sob escaped from the depths of the couch, and
Dipper pushed his hands under her, picking her up off the couch.
“Let’s get you into bed,” he said. “I’ll find those weird
cookies you like, make you some Mabel Juice, and fix the TV so it shows Real Househusbands of San Fernando Valley.
She turned her head to look at him for the first time, and
her eyes were bloodshot red and her face was still too pale, but she managed a
“I…yeah, that’d be good. I’d like that.”
She wouldn’t be better tonight, Dipper thought as they floated up the stairs and into the attic. He was still terrified that Heather broke something in his sister, something precious and good and pure. But for tonight at least, he could make sure that she laughed once or twice, and spent the night in a deep sleep.
For tonight, he would do everything in his power to make tomorrow a better day.
Eisuke The guys were upstairs in the penthouse lounge again when you finished work, surrounding a table playing poker. “Hi guys,” you greeted, stopping by the game. Eisuke glanced over to you, then back to his hand. Soryu and Mamoru said nothing, while Baba and Ota both smiled up at you. “Hello pretty lady,” Baba grinned, “Care to join us in a game?” “Oh, no I really shouldn’t…,” you refused, shaking your head. “It’s fine, we can teach you to play,” Ota waved, grabbing your wrist. He sat you on a chair between himself and Baba as you let out a sigh. “I guess I can try. As long as you don’t mind Eisuke?” you questioned, gazing over at your boyfriend. “I could care less,” he replied indifferently, “Just watch both of their hands stay where you can see them.” “Now boss, I’m wounded!” Baba laughed, “I would never put the moves on your woman.” “Not in front of him, anyway,” Ota poked. “Such a pain,” Mamoru sighed, exhaling his smoke. “This is going to drag the game out,” Soryu muttered. “Aw, now be nice Sor,” Baba chuckled as Ota started dealing the cards out, “Give her a chance, I bet we’ll have fun.” “Watch the first couple hands,” Eisuke instructed, organizing his cards without making eye contact, “We’ll deal you in after a few rounds.” You nod to his advice, your eyes flickering from card to card as they’re swiftly tossed about. Baba and Ota are talking at you from both sides, but your mind is completely focused on the cards. They both showed you their cards secretly; Baba had a pair of queens, Ota had an Ace and King. The other cards are unknown, but after they continue, you can easily tell what’s happening as your mind counts the deck. “I’m ready,” you announce. Baba and Ota smile happily and Eisuke deals. Soryu is silent still and Mamoru just shakes his head. “Don’t cry too much when you loose kid.” You only smile sweetly, knowing exactly how the hands are going to play out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the span of five hands, you’ve successfully taken out Baba, Ota and Mamoru. It’s down to you, Soryu, and Eisuke. “How the hell did she get all our chips?” Mamoru cried baffled. “I may….” You reply, placing your bet, “have forgotten to mention my uncle, who I hung around with when I was younger, taught me about playing cards, learning peoples ticks - I raise - and how to count cards. Oh, but I swear, I would never do that in your casino Eisuke!” you cry, staring at Eisuke worriedly. He chuckled softly. “Of course you wouldn’t. You know what would happen to you if you did.” You gulped, and then laid your cards down swiftly. “You know, I think I’ve had enough of cards for the night!” Eisuke grinned at you, then beat Soryu’s hand, ending the game. He then rose and grabbed you by the wrist. “W-wait, where are we going?” you asked, trailing behind him. “Going to play our own card game to test just how good your skills really are.” He smirked over his shoulder as he led you up the stairs. “I expect your best game because when I win, you’ll have to do whatever I say.”
Soryu Soryu was waiting in his office for the damned kid to show up, but he was getting irritated easily. Inui was already 20 minutes late, and the boy should know better than to keep him waiting. With a huff, Soryu stood from his desk and left the room. It took him a bit of time, but he finally found Ryosuke seated in front of a computer, hunched over reading something on the screen. “Ryosuke!” Soryu called. Ryosuke jolted from his chair, moving to block the computer screen as he turned to Soryu. “Ah! Sorry sir, I lost track of time.” “What were you looking at?” He took in Inui’s red face and guilty expression before pushing him from in front of the laptop. “Oof! No, sir, don’t!” he cried as he tripped over his own feet. On the screen was some kind of social media page with your name at the top. Right below that began several lengthy paragraphs that had Soryu blushing within the first few lines. ‘His fingers drifted over her midsection in delicate strokes, heating the skin with every caress. Her breathing hitched when his lips were quick to follow and created a wet, burning trail from her ribs to her belly button before continuing lower and lower…’ “Soryu? Inui? What’s going on?” “Ah! Miss _____, I’m sorry!” Inui shouted, racing bright faced from the room, leaving you stunned before turning to face Soryu. “What was that about?” you questioned. Soryu cleared his throat and you noticed he was a bit red faced as well. “I think you may have left your computer on?” You bent over to see your screen, then shrieked in horror. “Oh my god, did Inui see this? Wait, did YOU see this?” You covered you hot face with your hands to hide from him, wondering how mad Soryu must be at you. “So you’ve been doing some writing?” he asked. When you didn’t answer, he gripped your wrists and pulled you towards him, tipping your head back to look at him. “I’d….like to read some of them sometime,” he confessed, still blushing. “You….you would? You aren’t mad?” “Well, I wish you’d told me instead of having Inui find out first. But no, I’m not mad. Actually, I would like to give you something to write about.“ You gasped when Soryu lifted you up, wrapping your legs around him before locking the door and pressing you against it while claiming your mouth with his own.
Ota The elevator doors opened with a soft ding and Ota sighed, relieved to be so close to his room at Tres Spades. It had been non stop interviews all day and his face was actually tender from smiling so much. As always, their questions were boring, nothing brilliant or insightful, just stupidly phrased queries regarding when his next show would be, when he would produce another magnificent work of art, blah blah blah. The only remotely intriguing matter had been the subject of his dating life, which had sadly been squelched by an acting manager. “Stupid man,” Ota grumbled, still in sulk mode, “I could have answered that question at least.” His swiped his room key and as soon as the door opened, he could hear singing. ____ must be here cleaning, he thought with a grin. It was rare for him to catch you when you were still working, and the idea of teasing you was brightening his mood considerably. As he crept towards his room, he noted whatever song was on, the singer was very good. Her voice was beautiful, somewhat seductive and warm. When he nudged the door wider, Ota felt his mouth fall open. The music was coming from your iPod, but the voice that he’d been admiring actually belonged to none other than you. He watched in fascination as you made the bed, singing your heart out to a beautiful romantic ballad, and his heart began to race. He’d never heard you sing before, and this experience was new to him. Every note you produced struck an erotic nerve in him, and all he could think about was ravishing you until he was the cause for you to make such beautiful sounds. As you were fluffing the pillows, Ota approached you from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. “Ah!” you shrieked, surprised to find Ota was home already. “Why did you tell me you could sing like that Koro?” Ota questioned, burying his face in your neck. You blushed at having being caught in your secret love of music, but Ota’s lips were becoming distracting. “Don’t stop,” he ordered softly, his hands starting to wander over your stomach to lower, “I want to hear you sing again. In every room of the house.”
Baba Everything was a blur. One moment you were headed to meet the guys outside the hotel, the next you’d been bumped from behind and were falling forward. Bracing yourself, you were shocked when instead of the sidewalk, there was a warmth on your lips. Images exploded in your unprepared mind like fireworks, baiting you with a few seconds of what was to come. Springing your eyes open, you were mortified to find none other than Mr. Ichinomiya beneath you and you swiftly scrambled off of him. “______, are you alright?” Baba asked, helping you to your feet. “Get back in the car!” you cried, shoving Eisuke roughly inside. You and Baba had just slammed the door behind you before another car sped around the corner and fired several shots at the car, then disappeared into the traffic ahead. Soryu was already on his phone, giving a description to someone, most likely a Dragon, as everyone else stared at you silently. “Drink this,” Baba directed kindly, handing you a water. You gulped it back greedily before meeting his eyes. “So, what was that?” You sighed, wishing that you could’ve kept your secret, even just a bit longer. “Okay, so some of my family can sort of ‘see’ things…..like things that haven’t happened yet…..” “You mean like premonitions?” Ota asked. “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, the only times I really get anything is usually only through……um, kissing…..” you blushed. “So you kissed me and saw that coming?” “Mr. Ichinomiya, I didn’t mean to kiss you! It was an accident, I swear!” you protested, turning immediately to catch Baba’s gaze. But you saw no anger, just his same tender expression. “I know that,” he smiled, petting your hair, “Next time I’ll be the one to catch you!” “I bet we could get a far better price for a psychic,” Eisuke murmured aloud. “What?!” you shrieked, staring at him wide eyed. “Probably double her original price,” Soryu agreed, his phone call completed. “What do you say Baba? I’ll give you double your original bid,” Eisuke offered with a wicked grin. “Hell, I might even be interested in something like that.” “Boss, you’re scaring my poor princess with all your teasing,” Baba laughed, wrapping his arm around your waist. Instead of leaving with the rest of them, Baba insisted that you were in too much of a shock and that the two of you would be staying home. He led you into the hotel straight to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed however, Baba’s mood changed as he pressed his lips to your throat. “Wha-what are you doing?” you squeaked, unprepared for his attack. “Simply marking my princess to ensure nobody thinks about putting their hands where they don’t belong.” His breath tickled your skin and you shivered when he met your eyes. “So you can see the future from a kiss huh? Want to see what’s going to happen when I get you home?” Not giving you a chance to respond, Baba claimed your mouth, kissing you passionately. The images you were receiving had your cheeks stained crimson, and your eyelids fluttered with excitement. “That good?” Baba whispered teasingly, “I can’t wait.”
Mamoru It was still very early, and you knew Mamoru always slept in. It was perfectly timed and you managed to get your yoga work out while he slumbered on. You were in the living room area of his suite, dressed in you sports bra and yoga pants, just finishing up your stretches before beginning the tougher poses. It wasn’t that you were hiding it from him, but if he knew you were doing yoga, you just knew that Mamo would tease you relentlessly. And so that’s why his morning laziness worked to your benefit. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you hit upward facing dog, enjoying the pull on your muscles. You continued, stretching and twisting your body this way and that into different poses, angling your body in ways that most people couldn’t even imagine. Dancers split, the hummingbird, a handstand scorpion. You had just attained the embryo pose in headstand when you had the strange sensation of something being off. You opened your eyes to find both Baba and Ota standing in the room gawking at you, just as Mamo came out of his room. “Why are you two idiots bothering me this early- WHAT THE HELL?” You looked over to Mamo and saw his eyes had gone wide as he took in your position and the two men blatantly staring before he stormed over to them, grabbed their shirt collars and threw them from the room and locking the door “Wait Mamo! Let us back in! Please!” “What are you tryin’ to do kid, gimme a heart attack?!” You righted yourself and moved to him, utterly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even hear them come in!” “One of them must have opened the door,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. He lit a smoke and inhaled before looking at you. “So, this is what you do when I’m sleeping? What the hell was that?” “It’s just yoga,” you replied embarrassed, gazing at the ground. “Jesus, had no idea you were that damn flexible….” He trailed off and when you dared to sneak a look at him, his cheeks were slightly pink. “Might have to start getting up early from now on.“ “No! You can’t watch me!” you cried in horror, “It would be weird.” Mamoru chuckled, wrapping a tight arm around your waist to pull you securely into his body. “Maybe we should just try some of that in the bedroom then,” he whispered suggestively, bringing his lips down to yours. His kiss was smoky and hot, his tongue pressing inside your mouth to tease your own. Your arms circled his neck naturally and his fingers dug into your hips tightly before he gripped your thighs, lifting your legs to wrap about his waist. Still locked in a heated battle of lips and tongue, Mamo carried you back to the bedroom, locking that door as well, as the sounds of Baba and Ota still pleading faded from your ears.