boy giving a girl his jacket

ISAAC LAHEY X READER

COLD

Desc: Isaac comes to reader seeking help one night, after being locked in the freezer and emotionally traumatized. 

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For her, there had been nothing out of the ordinary about that night. She sat atop her thick layers of quilts, school papers spread across the bed as she tapped her pencil rhythmically to the soft music coming from her phone. The girl yawned and reached for a sip of hot tea before lazily stretching her legs out and pulling her hair up, a yelp of surprise tumbling off her lips when a face appeared in the reflection of her window. She jumped up at once, rushing over to pull the frame open, the cool night breeze instantly fluttering against her skin.

“Isaac?!” she breathed in surprise.

He was ghostly white, blue, almost, and his teeth chattered as he gave a small tilt of his head, unable to formulate his speech.

“Oh my god, come on, come,” the girl mumbled frantically, hoisting her hands under his arms and pulling the freezing cold werewolf into her cozy and warmly lit bedroom.

She blocked out the starry sky with her blinds and quietly locked her door before giving her attention back to the disheveled boy who sat collapsed on her floor. He wore a grey jacket and ripped black jeans, and his curly honey hair was a mess atop his pale skin. She quickly sunk to his side, pressing a palm to his cheek and reeling back with the cold that stung her. His icy blue eyes tried helplessly to search hers, but she was already on her feet and seizing the blankets from her bed and wrapping them snugly around him. She pulled him into her bed before he could protest, and forced her hot teacup into his shaking hands, his slender fingers wrapping around the hot surface eagerly.

“Drink,” she demanded.

Isaac did as commanded, a warm flush starting to spread in his face once more. He brought his hands around his knees, trying not to quake as he looked over the worried expression on the pretty little thing in front of him.

“Better?” she asked softly.

“A little cold still,” he admitted.

“Oh…” she paused, looking him over for a second before making her mind up at once as she pulled her body into the werewolf’s. He inhaled sharply with surprise, his heart racing as he felt two arms wrap tightly around his body, her body snuggling against his and instantly sending warmth to his freezing flesh. She placed her cheek against the crook of his neck, breath sending tingles of electricity into him.

“Thank you,” he managed at last.

She squeezed him lightly, her bright eyes blinking up at him with concern, “Isaac?”

He hated how just the way she said his name would drive him crazy, and responded with a small grunt.

“Did your dad, did he-” she shook her head, “did he lock you in the freezer?”

“Yes,” he said flatly, as if it was routine by now.

They’d brought it up a couple times before, but he always changed topic quickly, not liking to discuss the matter, and never once had she seen him experience it firsthand, or show up like he had that night.

“Oh my god,” she pulled back, and Isaac stared at her with yearning for her to stay in his arms. “I won’t even bother asking if you’re okay,” she shook her head.

“I’m okay,” he lied.

“No you’re not Isaac,” she rubbed her fingers against her temples, “why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, why are you coming for help now?”

He gulped down the lump in his throat, shaking his curls over his eyes, his words almost inaudible, “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

She just sat there like a deer in the headlights, and he could hear her heart shattering for him in that moment.

“You’ll always have me,” she stated, “I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded lightly.

“No, Isaac,” she insisted, fingers crawling under his jaw so as to force his blue eyes to her own, “I don’t ever want you to be like that again.”

He nodded, meaning it this time.

“You should sleep,” she sighed at last, trailing her fingertips lightly against Isaac’s jaw before removing them from his skin.

“I won’t be able to,” he admitted, “because, well, the nightmares…So I can leave, if you want.”

“I don’t want that,” she insisted, “stay, please.”

He sighed with relief, examining the girl who examined him right back.

“What’s it like?” she mumbled. “If you don’t mind answering.”

“Hell,” he responded instantly. “Ironic, considering the cold,” he laughed bitterly, “but, it’s hell. I can’t move, it’s just these walls caging me in, and I feel like I can’t breathe, but I know when I get out he’ll just hurt me again, and I-” he stopped, teeth clenched, eyes fluttering closed.

She didn’t know what else to do, so she hugged him. She barreled into his front, locking her arms around his neck and bringing her fingers gently through his honey hair, feeling him whimper against her, rocking his body slowly as he cried softly into her shirt. She could smell his dark cologne, feel his tears, the quiet shakes of his body, but she embraced him further, giving her every piece of love to the boy in her arms.

“I’m sorry,” he wiped at his misty eyes and pulled away with embarrassment. 

“Don’t be,” she answered, “I should’ve stayed quiet.”

“No, it’s good to tell someone,” he admitted. “It’s just stupid that I cry.”

“It’s not stupid, it’s human,” she reassured gently.

“But I’m not human,” he laughed, a smile tickling his lips as they spread into that grin she loved.

“Oh, right,” she giggled, “but you know what I mean.”

“And you still think the same of me, even with what I am?” he asked nervously.

“I think better,” she said, “because you’re a fighter, Isaac Lahey. My fighter.”

“Yours?” he breathed.

“Oh, well yeah, I just…” her cheeks went searing red, but he only smiled.

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know?” he smirked, listening in to the flutter in her chest.

“Oh god, oh right,” she said, trying to calm her heart, but silently freaking out when it only sped up under Isaac’s lingering intense gaze.

His eyes flickered down to her chest and back up, something registering on his face. “It stopped,” he said.

“What?”

“Your heart, it stopped just now,” he repeated. “Why-I mean how-well what-” he stammered in confusion, but was silenced at once with the set of lips that molded lightly into his own. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing as he sunk into her kiss, his hand coming gently to cup her cheek as he nudged himself deeper into her mouth, drunk off her taste at once. The girl dipped her lips in roughly for the briefest of seconds before retreating, her nose pressed lightly to Isaac’s, giving him one more peck before releasing him altogether.

“So did yours,” she whispered.

Isaac beamed radiantly at her, “and how would you know that?”

“I don’t need to have super hearing to know when I’ve caught you off guard,” she smiled.

“You’ve got me,” the werewolf’s lips twitched.

“And, how do you feel?” she asked.

He paused, eyes crinkling with genuine happiness, the first happiness he’d felt in a long time.

“Warm.”

delivery boy || jjk (f)

Additional details: ‘’pls let it be a cute delivery boy’’

❀ genre/warnings: fluff, drabble.
❀ word count: 800+

bangtan delivery boy series:
jjk | kth | pjm | knj | jhs | myn | ksj

Additional details: ‘’pls let it be a cute delivery boy’’

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It was just a joke. You weren’t thinking anything of it and just expected the good old same dude, who delivered you your pizza every time you ordered one. Just that middle aged man with apparently no wife or kids, greasy hair and a rude attitude. But shit, you never thought your wish would come true. You opened the door with lidded eyes, not putting effort in you looks today and rubbed your neck. But as soon as your eyes glided upwards to the delivery boy’s face, you slightly gasped. This was definitely not the person you expected to stand in front of you. The boy showed of small dimples with a smile.

‘’Hi,’’ he simply said and the smile he showed you reminded you of a bunny, although that was just a random thought popping up into your mind. And in that very moment, you just wished you had put on some decent clothes rather than just an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. He handed the box to you as you cleared your throat.

‘’Hey,’’ you slowly accepted the pizza box and couldn’t help but stare at him. His ruffled, brown hair was put under a cap which he just readjusted as he wore the usual delivery boy clothes; a bomber jacket in the colours of his company, the cap and some black ripped jeans with dirty sneakers.

An awkward silence fell upon you two, as you were still staring at him like a creep while he couldn’t help but smile. It was his first day at work and getting stared at by such a beautiful girl gave his ego some kind of boost already.

With your cheeks all red and warm, you realised you were supposed to give him the money and dug into the pocket of your sweatpants, trying to find some money. Then the pockets of your hoodie followed and your heart skipped a beat as you didn’t feel any money.

‘’Hold up,’’ you said and sprinted back into your home, trying to remember where you had some money left. You definitely weren’t prepared for this once again. While you let the delivery boy wait, you fished some money from the kitchen counter and dashed back to the front door. Trying to act all cool, you saw he had his phone pulled out and was scrolling through his feed.

A relieved sigh rolled over your lips as you came to stand in front of him again.

‘’S-Sorry,’’ you apologised, but you didn’t even know yourself why you said that. For taking so long? For staring so much a couple of moments ago?

‘’It’s okay,’’ he chuckled, putting his phone back and he reached out for your hand with the money, your hands slightly touching as he took the money. He hastily zipped the little fanny bag on his wait open and searched for some change to give to you. ‘’So, you asked for a cute delivery boy?’’

You let out a soft squeal, surprised by him knowing about your additional detail thingy, as you put your hands in front of your face shortly, before moving them to the side so they rested on your red cheeks. ‘’I-I don’t know why I did, and I didn’t e-expect them to seriously send one either.’’

“You think I’m cute?’’ he said with a cheeky undertone, his warm smile growing into a sly smirk as he leaned against the doorpost. He handed you some change and the receipt –although you never asked for it. Your hand left your cheek to get it.

“Eh, isn’t that the reason why they send you?” you asked him, tilting your head slightly. You gave him a puzzled look and put the money aside while holding on to the receipt. ‘’I-I mean, I don’t know…’’

The boy laughed and licked his lips wet, to which your stomach tightened a bit. ‘’I’m their only delivery boy, the other dude got tired of the job and quit.’’

A look of realisation flashed across your face as you remembered the old man telling you that the last time you ordered a pizza. Your mouth was agape by now and you became speechless.

‘’Cat got your tongue?’’ the boy chuckled as he pushed his body away from the doorpost. ‘’Anyways, I better go now. Deliver some more pizzas. I’ll see you around!’’

“Th-thanks!” you called out to him, watching him walk away. As he almost walked around the corridor, you quickly called out again: ‘’Wait! What do you mean by seeing me again?’’

But he was gone already, and a soft sigh left your mouth again; in all honesty you wished for him to stay longer and talk a bit more. He had this vibe which made him approachable and it was something you liked. Despite the fact he made your blush and stutter like crazy, he was still very patient and nice with you.

You looked down at your receipt and was about to crumple it into a small ball, but stopped midway your action when you saw ten digits written at the bottom of the paper.

‘’Text me ;)’’


this is gonna be a mini series, so i’ll also turn the rest of bangtan into some cute ass pizza delivery boys soon ;)

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What Am I To You?

Summary: Taehyung was in love with you but you’re in love with someone else

Pairings: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 5.5k

Warning: College au- so strong language and slight smut

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“Taehyung?” He looked up at you.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” He arched his eyebrows. He thought, why would you ever think to ask?

“Of course you are.”

“Shhh.” Some student behind the both of you shh you for being too loud in the library.

“Thank you.” You sadly smiled.

The thing was you were best friends with Taehyung almost your whole life. You met in 6th grade and you clicked ever since, but only as friends. The only thing that you didn’t know was Taehyungs little crush on you turned to love. He didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship so he never said anything.

He was always there for you, through everything, even your worst breakups. It crushed him to see you with anyone else but it was even worse seeing you heart broken.

You both were so close you even made plans to go to the same college. And you did. It was already your second year and things were still good with you and Tae, but he secretly hated your boyfriend. Jake. You met him your first year of college because he was and still is Taehyungs roommate.

You have been dating Jake for almost a year now and you felt like you were in love but other times you felt he didn’t feel the same way, even though he says he is.

“Why would you even ask me that?” Taehyung broke your train of thought.

You just shrugged your shoulders as a response. “Do you want to finish studying in your room?” You asked.

“Sure.” He confirmed.

“Shh.”

“Let’s hurry.” He glared at the shh student.

-

“Yay, now we can be loud.” You shouted.

You fell back onto Taehyungs bed. “Can I set you up?” You asked lifting your head to see if he was listening.

“What?” He looked at you off guard.

“There’s this really cute girl in my English class….you guys would be perfect.”

He rubbed his head while opening his book. “I dont know.”

“Please.” You begged.

“Why?”

“Okay….she kind of has this huge crush on you and I told her maybe we could double date?” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

He didn’t even know how to answer you honestly. “She thinks your hot.” You teased. “And don’t denied because you are.”

He was surprised from your compliment because you never had before. And you honestly thought Tae was hot. You always thought he was adorable but these past few years you noticed how much he has changed. He grew up well.

You always thought why he was never in a serious relationship because boy was he attractive. Throughout high school even, you had other girl friends who had crushes on him. He would date a lot but never been in a relationship more then a week for all you knew.

“Come on Tae Tae.” You used his nickname against him. You jumped up from his bed and threw your arms around him from behind. “It’ll be fun.” He sighed.

“Fine…for you.” You squealed in excitement.

“Thank you.” You started tickling him and he laughed while grabbing you and pushing you on the bed. He grabbed your hands as you tried to attempt to tickle him again. He was towering over you giggling when you heard the door open.

“What’s up guys?” Jake walked through the door.

It didn’t faze him to see you both in your previous position. He was never jealous of you and Tae together. He stubbornly knew he had no competition.

Tae immediately got off of you and sat back down in his chair. You stood up to greet your boyfriend. “Hey babe.”

He leaned in and pecked your lips then moving down to suck your neck. “I’ve been so horny thinking about you last period.” He moaned in your ear.

Taehyung could clearly hear and made a face of disgust.

“Wow, I can see that.” You giggled.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

Taehyung slammed his book shut and stood up. He started to walk towards the door.

“Thanks man….hey could you put a sock on the door.” Jake winked at you causing you to blush.

Taehyung glared at both of you annoyed. You gave him an apologetic smile and he walked out.

As soon as Taehyung left, Jake was practically ripping your clothes off. You didn’t have time for foreplay, he wanted you now and that’s what he got.

-

Taehyung went to his friends room. “What’s wrong now?” Hoseok asked.

“They basically threw me out so they can fuck each other.” Taehyung said pissed off.

“That’s rough.” Jimin felt sorry for his friend.

“Maybe you should forget about her and find someone else.”

“I’ve tried….I can’t get her out of my head.”

“You can’t blame him….shes a tease.” Jimin interrupted.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Tae defended you.

“I’m sorry Tae, I know she’s your friend but it almost seems like shes leading you on and its working.”

“I’ve been friends with her since I was little, she’s not like that.”

“We see the way she’s with you, sometimes the way she talks to you or even the way she touches you….thats not a friendship kind of way.”

“She’s just affectionate.” He still defended you.

“I don’t know man…I think she secretly likes you.” Jimin finished.

Tae shook his head to disagree. “I agree.” Hoseok spoke up.

Taehyung tilted his head back annoyed.

“Thanks guys but we’ve been friends for so long, I think that would of come up by now.”

-

An hour later you decided to text Tae and tell him the coast was clear. You even added that you were very sorry, it wasn’t your intentions.

He went back to his room and he noticed Jake was on the phone laughing. Taehyung figured you went back to your room.

Taehyung decided to lay in bed playing with his laptop. “Okay I’ll see you later.” Jake said flirty through the phone. Tae had a strong feeling that it wasn’t you.

“Sorry about before man.” He perked up on the bed breaking Taes train of thought. “I couldn’t help myself….(Y/N) has one of those sexy bodies that once you think about it, you get an instant boner.” Jake laughed and Tae rolled his eyes without him noticing.

He hated how he talked about you, like you were some toy to show off.

“I really needed that, the way she is under me-”

Tae cleated his throat. “Yeah I bet.” He laughed sarcastically.

“Man you need to get laid….did (Y/N) tell you about the double date?” Jake asked.

“Um…yeah…but-”

“No buts man….you need to get some ass.” Jake was inconsiderate. “Hot piece of ass I should add.”

“Okay whatever.” Tae finally agreed.

“Yeah….so are you a virgin?”

“W-what?” Tae asked surprised by the sudden question.

“You know….have you had sex before?” Jake further explained.

“Once.” Tae said nervously. And it was the truth.

You took Taehyung to several parties and the one night you gave in to an ex boyfriend who you knew was cheating and broke up with. You got drunk and were desperate. Taehyung got so upset he downed several drinks which ended up with him sleeping with some girl.

“Once? C'mon man….do you at least watch porn?”

Tae felt uncomfortable with this whole thing. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll tell you plenty of sites to check out.” He winked.

“It’s one date, I wasn’t planning on having sex.” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

Jake laughed at his reaction. “Really man….nice guys finish last remember, be confident.”

“At least go to third base.” Tae slightly shook his head to disagree but Jake took it as him confused. “You know letting her give you a blow job or eating her out.”

“I don’t-”

“Trust me….girls are all over those things.”

“Maybe.” Tae said to just shut him up.

“That’s my man.” Then he got up. “I’m going to get ready.”

“For what?” Tae asked.

“The date stupid.”

“That’s tonight?” Taehyung panicked.

“Yeah so you better get ready.”

-

“Heyy.” You greeted Nayeon your new friend from class.

“Hi….do I look okay?” She asked.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled. You were so excited. You really hope her and Taehyung hit it off. You felt bad for your best friend, you thought he was lonely. You barely see him date and you thought he needed a little push.

“Let’s go.” You laced with her arms.

-

“Girls like bad boys….act like you don’t care it drives them crazy.” Jake tried to give advice to Taehyung while they waited for the girls but he wasn’t fully listening.

“You know what else drives them nuts.”

Taehyung arched his eyebrows. “Playing hard to get….like you’re not interested.”

Taehyung attention went to both girls as they made their way over. Tae was taken back at your beauty. You smiled at him first.

You yourself was taken back by Taehyungs appearance. You never have been more affected by him. He was wearing all black with a red jacket. You tried not to stare at your best friend and looked at your actual boyfriend.

“Hey babe.” Jake grabbed you pulling you in for a desperate kiss.

“Hi.” Taehyung sweetly bowed for Nayeon.

She blushed at him in the process. You watched as you tried to get out of your boyfriends horny grasp.

“Let’s go.” You glared at him.

-

At the restaurant, you were quite surprised how nice it was. You felt a little uncomfortable because you knew this was out of Jakes price range. It’s nice that he picked such a nice place but you were positive he wouldn’t be able to pay for it.

“Table for four? Come this way.” You all followed the waitress. Jake sat next to you and Tae and Nayeon sat across, next to each other. It was cute how nervous she was. You were surprised how Tae was feeling. He didn’t seem nervous at all, you couldn’t tell to be honest. He was always hard to read these days.

The waitress wrote down your drinks and left. You kept feeling Jakes hand make his way up your shirt. You warned him several times not to do that by the fifth time you had to tell him verbally.

“Please don’t make this uncomfortable for me.” You whispered.

You could tell how pissed off he was by the way he slouched in his chair.

You looked over across the table and you saw Taehyung and Nayeon engaged in a conversation. They were smiling, almost like they were a real couple. You couldn’t help but feel jealous but you couldn’t figure why. It’s not like you liked your best friend, at least in that way.

Taehyung tried his best not to pay attention to you, but you couldn’t look away from him.

You glanced at the waitress as she set the food on the table. You also followed Jakes eyes who were on the waitress the entire time and as she left. It was obvious he was checking her out. You looked away but caught Taehyung looking at you distraught.

He instantly knew how you felt, he also wondered why you never confronted him about it.

You cleared your throat bringing the attention to you. “So any plans after?”

“How about a movie?” Nayeon suggested.

“That’s a great idea.” You agreed.

-

After you ate Jake pulled the ‘I don’t have enough money card’. He only pulled out a twenty dollar bill and Taehyung agreed to pay the rest.

You handed Jake your debt card and told him to go buy the tickets.

“I’m sorry….you shouldn’t have to do that.” You apologized to Tae.

“That’s okay.” He shrugged.

“No it’s not, that place was too expensive and it was his idea to go there, he should of paid.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to make him pay you back.”

“Well how is he paying for the movie tickets?” He asked.

“I gave him my card.”

Taehyung looked at you surprised but quickly turned to anger. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“It’s fine Tae.”

“It’s not, you shouldn’t have to pay for all of us.”

“I agree.” Nayeon spoke up.

“It’s fine….I’m happy to spend it on my friends.” You smiled.

Nayeon did a fake smile and Taehyung just looked at Jake and rolled his eyes as he made his way over.

“Taehyung please just let it go.” You used his whole name, but he wasn’t budging. “For me?”

He looked at you sadly. He hated how you let people walk all over you. Especially when your boyfriend was the main victim.

“Let’s go.” Jake signal you to follow.

He grabbed your hands pulling you in quickly so he could wrap his arm around you. He planted a sloppy kiss on your lips and slapped your ass.

Taehyung clenched his fist as he stood behind you. Nayeon moved in closer next to Tae and grabbed his hand. She figured he was only mad at you paying for the tickets not what he just witness.

He calmed down as he looked at Nayeon. She had a genuine personality, just like you. He could see how you were friends.

You got to the room where your movie was playing after paying at the concession stand. You all decided to sit farther in the back. You and Jake in the last row with Tae and Nayeon right in the row before.

The theater only just started trailers as Jake shoved his tongue in your mouth. It was almost like he forgot you were in a theater the way he fondled your breast.

He let his hand travel farther down, making his hand crawl up your skirt. He started rubbing your sensitive area outside of your underwear making you slightly moan.

You pulled away seeing Taehyung and Nayeon looking back at you. “Sorry.” You slapped Jake as he chuckled.

Throughout the movie Taehyung noticed how you and Jake were making out more then watching the movie, but you eventually got annoyed as he kept trying to finger you. It could never be just a simple kiss with Jake, he always had to turn into a horn dog.

Taehyung thought back to his advice he heard from Jake. Make her think you’re not interested, basically making you jealous. But he also figured you didn’t like him anyway so maybe use Nayeon to get over you. He wanted to get over you, because it was obvious to him that you didn’t like him more then friends.

He made the first move by reaching over for Nayeons hands. He gently interlocked his figures with hers. She nervously smiled feeling his warm hand in hers.

After you all stepped out of the movie the girls went to the bathroom.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Nayeon had the biggest smile.

“Your welcome.” You smiled back, you were happy they were connecting but you felt a little envious but you couldn’t figure out why.

“I didn’t know you and your boyfriend were so serious.” She winked.

“Yeah….hes great.” You pretended.

-

“So you going to her room?” Jake wiggled his eyebrows.

“I just met her.”

“Remember what we talked about dude, she is so gonna sleep with you, (Y/N) told me she is crazy about you.”

“I’m not-”

“Please dude.” Jake begged.

“Oh I get it, you’re trying to get rid of me so you can fuck.” Taehyung said angry.

Jake shook his head. “Okay maybe, but I’m not lying, go get some ass dude.”

You both heard a throat clearing. You and Nayeon were standing there. It was obvious to them that you and Nayeon heard them. Taehyung just looked at you both apologetic.

“Come on babe.” Jake reached for you and Taehyung stayed a little to walk with Nayeon.

“Okay see ya’s later.” Jake dragged you into his room and shut the door in front of Tae and Nayeon face.

Jake immediately pushed you down on the bed and started tugging down your skirt. “Jake what did you tell Tae?”

“Huh?” He kissed up your thighs.

“What did you say to Tae?” You said more assertively.

He didn’t stop kissing you. “Jake.” You said louder.

“What?” He whined.

You glared at him. “I didn’t tell him anything bad, I just told him to get laid.”

“Why?”

“Why are you so mad, what’s the big deal?” He asked.

“Taehyungs not like that.” You argued.

“He needs a push alright, he said he’s only slept with one girl so I gave him some manly advice.”

Taehyungs had sex? You felt a sting in your gut from the thought. Why hasn’t he ever told You? You have been friends for years.

“You’re a man?” You snapped. Then you left his room in anger.

-

“I’m sorry for what you heard.” Taehyung walked Nayeon to her room. “I promise I’m not like him.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled. “You want to go inside?”

She opened her door. “My roommates with her boyfriend tonight.”

Taehyung swallowed nervously. “Okay.”

She pulled his hand inside leading him to the bed. She sat down next to him nervously.

He looked around her room not sure of what to do. “Tae.” She whispered.

As soon as he looked in her direction she brought her lips to his. He was a little surprised at first but he eventually responded. Their lips moved in sync not bothering to pull away. He snaked his arm around her waist bringing her closer.

He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but think of you. He struggled with his feelings and how he felt at that very moment. He wanted to get over you, he needed to get over you because he knew he never had a chance with you.

The kiss got deeper immensely as she pushed Tae farther on the bed so he was laying down. She moved in a different position so she could straddle his waist.

She leaned down leaving wet kisses along his neck making sure marks were visible. He felt up her chest from under her shirt just as she started rocking along his hips. She was creating friction with every movement, making his member hard. She herself got excited from the effect she had on him.

Tae felt Nayeon grab the waist buckle of his pants. He felt a hitch in his breathing as she tugged on the fabric. She immensely pulled away to catch her breath.

“So Jake said that you should get laid?” Nayeon bit her lip.

“I don’t expect us to have sex on the first date.” Taehyung sweetly stated.

“Okay….but what about something else?” Nayeon got off the bed and went to her knees in front of him. He immediately thought differently of her. He thought she was shy but this changed everything. He thought nothing negative but just surprised.

She started to unbuttoned his pants and quickly went down to the zipper.

Taehyung sat up to watch her movements. His stomach erupted with butterflies watching her fondle his zipper.

“We don’t have to do this.” He shook.

“No worries.” She said flirty. “I want to.”

She tugged on his pants revealing the waistline of his boxers. She leaned up closer and started to pull on them just enough to expose him.

She smiled as soon as she saw his stiffened member. She grabbed him and immediately started pumping. His breathing picked up with her touch. He closed his eyes feeling the pleasure build up as soon as she brought her mouth around his member licking the tip.

Nayeon eventually stopped the teasing and started bobbing her head. Taehyung moaned quietly tilting his head back. He could feel his pleasure rising with every pump. He wasn’t gonna last long. He clenched the bed sheets underneath him as he reached his climax.

She giggled feeling him shoot up into her mouth. She licked up the remaining juices dripping down his member. She leaned back licking her mouth clean.

“You okay?” She giggled.

Taehyung was still titling his head back trying to catch his breath. When he looked back up he was surprised how she went back to her shy state so quickly.

“Yeah.” He pulled his pants back up. She climbed back to the bed sitting next to him.

“I’ve liked you for a while Tae.” She bit her lip. “Well since the beginning of the year.” She corrected.

“Why?” He asked. “Just curious.”

“You’re different then most guys.” Taehyung looked up at Nayeon. “Your just sweet and caring and generous….I could go on.”

“When (Y/N) first told me about you, I expected that you were a couple, so I was surprised that you weren’t.”

She brushed her hair behind her ear. “I don’t understand how she could be best friends with you and not have feelings for you.” She giggled.

“She’s blind.”

“Thank you.” He smiled.

“Do you have feelings for her?” He was taken back by the sudden question. “It’s fine if you do….you can tell me.”

He nodded. “But its clear she doesn’t like me like that so I’ve decided to move on.”

“I don’t know about that honestly….” She smiled. “Or at least stop daydreaming and see that’s there better guys out there then Jake.” She made a face.

Taehyung laughed in the process. Then he leaned in giving her a passionate kiss which she gladly accepted.

-

Taehyung walked back to his room slowly thinking about Nayeon. He liked her. He thought she was sweet and logical and he feels like he could get over you in no time. But he secretly didn’t want to.

When he reached his door he was surprised he still saw a sock on the door. He leaned in closer and felt disgusted when he heard moaning sounds and the bed rocking. He groaned and headed towards Jimin and Hoseoks room.

As he started to make his way over his phone rang. As soon as he pulled it out of his pocket, he was surprised as he saw your name flashing.

“Hello?” He said confused.

“Hey what’s up? Do you want to hang out a bit?” His confusion grew.

“Where are you?”

“My room silly?” He knew something was off.

“I thought you were with Jake.” He stated.

“I was but he was being a jerk so I left.” Then it hit him, Jake was cheating.

Taehyung quickly made it to your room knocking on your door loudly.

“Hey you’re here fast.” You opened the door.

Taehyung want to tell you but he felt like it wasn’t his place to do so. He wanted Jake to come clean himself.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw your friend distraught.

Taehyung didn’t say anything he just walked in and sat on your bed. “Why did you fight with Jake?”

“It wasn’t a big fight, he’s just an idiot that’s all.” You defended him.

“You’re staying together?” Tae asked hoping to hear the answer he wanted to here.

“Yeah why?” You giggled. “Look Tae, I know he hasn’t been your favorite person lately but he’s not a bad guy.”

“I’m happy.” You spoke before Taehyung could.

Then he looked down at his lap. “He’s not right for you.”

“Why do you say that?” You started getting offensive.

“He’s just an asshole, he doesn’t treat you right.” He raised his voice. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You looked away angry. You knew Jake can be an ignorant ass sometimes but he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. He loves you. Right?

“Tae please don’t do this?”

“Why?” He stood up. “I’m your best friend, I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, you’re not my dad.” You stood up as well. He turned around to avoid your glare. “You’re my friend and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

He looked at you once again heart broken. “I guess you don’t know what a friend is then.” He softly spoke and walked towards your door leaving you by yourself.

Tears fell from your eyes as you felt every emotion hit you. You instantly had regret. Taehyung was only trying to help you and you pushed him away.

But why was he saying all this now? You have been together with Jake for a year now and he practically lived with him, shouldn’t this come up sooner?

You rested your head on your pillow letting the tears fall.

-

Its been two days now and you still haven’t talk to Taehyung nor has he talked to you. You’ve had fights before but this is already the longest you haven’t spoken to him. He was always the cheerful one to settle the fight first. Make amends. But his was different. You didn’t realize how heart broken you made him feel.

Especially when he knew something terrible about your boyfriend and all you did was defend him.

Taehyung decided to move on, he thought it was for the best. He thought maybe he can finally get over you.

Your first class you sat down in the front row. You were usually pretty early.

“Hey (Y/N).” Nayeon greeted you.

“Hey.” You smiled.

But before you could have a full conversation someone grabbed her hand pulling her away from you. You followed where they went back a few rows.

You didn’t get a good glance at the person until they settled in their seats. Taehyung? It was Taehyung who pulled Nayeon away. The only thing it didn’t look like Taehyung. He died his hair blonde? Why?

Plus he pulled your seating buddy away from you. He was being cold. You glanced behind your shoulder and snuck a look at your friend and your ex best friend. They were giggling together. Then you were blown away as you saw him bring her into a kiss passionately.

They were together that quick?

You felt like you couldn’t breath. Everything was changing before your eyes. You wiped a stray tear as the teacher finally made an appearance.

“Settle down class.” The teacher groaned. “You two separate.” He pointed and you looked back following his finger. Taehyung and Nayeon were still engaged in a kiss.

“Now.” He raised his voice making the class chuckle. They finally separate with a fit of giggles.

You couldn’t pay attention to class one bit. You felt like you were being suffocated.

“Hey (Y/N).” You heard a voice linger behind you. “Class is over.” Nayeon tapped your shoulder.

“Come on Nayeon.” You heard Tae spoke.

Nayeon noticed something was wrong. “You can catch up with Jungkook, I’m going to walk (Y/N) to her next class.”

You slightly lifted your head up as you saw Taehyung make a face.

“Please, I’ll see you later.” She grabbed his cheek pecking his lips.“ He nodded and left.

“Come on.” You stood up as she walked you to the door.

You stopped by the cafeteria as you both still had a half hour till your next class. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong.” Nayeon bought you a coffee.

“Has Taehyung mentioned me?” She was surprised by the sudden question.

“No why?”

“He hates me.” You held back your tears.

“No he doesn’t.” She giggled but she didn’t know what has happened.

“Yes he does…we had a fight and he hasn’t talked to me since.”

“Since when?”

“Two days ago.” You looked up at her with a serious expression.

“Maybe because he’s been with me.” She tried to be optimistic.

“You seen him this morning.” Then she realized, you have always sat together first period.

“I’ll talk to him no worries.” She smiled. You actually felt the weight lift off your shoulders. Nayeon was a sweet cheerful person, you were sure she would be the peace maker.

“So you guys are official I see.” You changed the subject, plus you were generally curious

“Yeah…thanks to you.” She smiled.

“Since the date?” You asked.

“Yeah after you and Jake left us we headed back towards my room.” She bit her lip flirty.

“Oh right sorry about that.”

“Trust me it’s okay.” She blushed. Don’t tell me they had sex. That was the first thought that came to your head, just by her signals.

“So what did you do?” You arched your eyebrows.

She was a blushing mess she covered her face. “I can’t tell you.”

“What? Did you have sex or something?” You said with a hint of attitude while sipping your coffee.

“No but close.”

You just shrugged your shoulders. “I gave him a blow-” She mumbled making you choke on your coffee but it was clear what she said.

“You okay.” She handed you napkins.

“You what?” You wiped your face. “Did you say a blow-”

Nayeon shhh you for saying it so loud. “Yes…please be quiet.”

“What the fuck Nayeon….after the first date?” You judged your friend. You were honestly angry. It was probably your jealousy getting the best of you even though you would never admit it.

“I can’t believe it….I would never thought he would do that?”

“He didn’t do it…it was my idea.” She mumbled some more.

“Why?”

“We started making out and we were just caught up in the moment….we decided not to have sex at least.” She panicked. “Stop looking at me like that it’s not like we were strangers.”

She had a point.

“I’m sorry….I just cant picture either of you doing that, especially on the first date.” She just shrugged.

“I really like him and I think he likes me.” She blushed. “I’m still nervous around him”

“I’m happy for you.” You pretended.

You wanted to be but for some reason you found it repulsive. You didn’t understand your feelings because you don’t like Taehyung more then a friend. Or do you?

You can’t, you’ve been friends for too long, it would be weird. You shook your head trying to forget about your thoughts. You didn’t like him like that, you just missed him only paying attention to you, no matter how selfish that sounded.

-

Later that day you went to Taehyung room, you needed to talk to him. You slowly knocked on the door nervously.

As soon as he saw you his face dropped. He seemed like a whole different person, not just because of his hair but his style and attitude were different.

“Jakes not here.” He said with no emotion.

“I don’t care about Jake I want to see you.”

“Why, we’re not friends.” You were blown away, this wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it okay.” You begged. “Please can we talk.” He opened the door wider for you but he did it with annoyance evident in his face. He sat down on his bed while you tried to start your apology.

He folded his arms waiting. “Look I’m an idiot okay.” You smiled falsely.

“I promise I didn’t mean-” Before you could speak the door opened up. Jake.

“Hey babe.” He said while hugging you from behind. Perfect timing. He started kissing your neck and you pulled away.

“Not now okay.”

“You’re not still mad at me are you?” He snapped.

“Looks like you guys need to talk.” Taehyung grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door.

“Tae wait, I need to talk to you.”

“Your boyfriends more important.” Then he left, just like that.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Jake looked at you.

“Nothing okay.” You sped towards the door.

“I haven’t seen you all day?”

“I’m sorry I need to go.” You rushed.

“You rather chase him then be with me.” He was angry.

“No but he’s dealing with something okay.” You lied.

“Fine….but I want to see you later.” You nodded and left.

You sped up after Tae quickly. You saw him about to meet up with Nayeon as she was sitting on a bench a little away.

“Tae wait.”

He looked surprised as he turned around. “What do you want?” He snapped.

“Why are you being like this, this isn’t you…this isn’t your hair.”

“Why do you care?” He asked.

“Because you’re my best friend.” You stated the obvious.

“Last I checked we weren’t.” He said coldly.

“You decided that on your own.” You argued.

“No all I was doing was try to help you and you pushed me away, you wouldn’t even listen to what I had to say.”

“What then? What was so important?”

He looked at you and didn’t say a word. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.” He turned around once again.

You saw Nayeon make her way over with a concerned look.

“Tae?” You tried one last time.

“Please I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want Nayeon to worry.” You saw the innocence in his eyes that you remember.

“(Y/N)-” Nayeon started.

“She’s fine.” Tae started pulling her away but Nayeon eyes were still glued to yours.

You just smiled and waved at her as the tears finally fell from your eyes.

-

You slowly made your way back to your dorm. “Hey (Y/N).” Your roommate greeted you. “Jake was looking for you.”

You nodded and laid down for a bit. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You sighed. You got up and decided to go see Jake. You needed to prove something to yourself.

When you reached his room you were confused by the rubber band on the door. You knocked a few times and entered like you normally do.

“Jake?” You cried.

There he was in bed with some blonde chick half way naked.

“Now I know what Taehyung wanted to tell me.” The tears fell.

-

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

worth the wait

pairing: jongin x reader
genre: greaser!au, fluff, slight smut
summary: sometimes next times don’t happen, but when they do they’re worth the wait

A/N: based on a caption shookjin on ig wrote, you can @ them if u want lol idk, secondly its nothing like grease, thirdly sorry for making you wait so long for any sort of fic update! this is finally a happy ending everyone wants from me, i hope it was worth the wait god im so funny i have so many friends also not proofread as always 

Originally posted by intokai

The saturated wood coated his tongue in its taste with each provocative lick. His tongue swirled around the end trapped between his teeth, the wet muscle peeked through, giving the long haired girl in front of him something to squeal at. She covered her giddy smile with her hand as she turned away after shoving at his firm chest.

He bit at the toothpick hard enough for it to tilt upwards and push his top lip away from his pearly teeth. The bright, midday sun peeked out from the behind the clouds just enough to irritate Jongin’s eyes. Raising his eyebrows and squinting, his titled his head to the side, a look of slight irritation plastered onto his handsome face. Dark locks of hair that were once perfectly shaped dropped slightly over his forehead, glistening in the light from gel that saturated it.

Pushing his torso off the black car supporting his weight, he lazily plucked the ends of her skirt between his fingers and pulled. She quickly turned back around. Her hands falling from her face to protect her decency from the flirtatious man. Heat rose to her cheeks, staining her light skin in its faint colour.

The hand that was forcibly brushed away, made its way to his lips to remove the toothpick from between his lips.

“Listen, doll. Stop being so shy and go on a date with me. We can go watch a movie, drive around.” Imagining the scenario in her head, she once again became shy. Her long hair covered her embarrassed face as the ground underneath them suddenly became very interesting to her and her fluttering heart.

Jongin enjoyed the reactions he could conjure up from girls. The way their faces would flush and how they’d avoid eye contact while trying so desperately to hide their joy at the mere thought of Jongin taking them on a date. But he always knew, he’d done this too many times to not become accustomed to such behaviour. Sometimes he’d forget why he even flirted with girls, was it to actually score a date or watch the way everyone became flustered around him? All he knew right now was that the shy girl in front of him was definitely worth all the days of flirtatious remarks and lingering touches he’d so relentlessly dished out. So why didn’t he remember her name?

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Originally posted by lostinbangtan

Rap Monster

  • “Hey baby girl”
  • Uses his ‘daddy’ voice to trigger you
  • Brings out an intelligence kink in you
  • Hates ‘abusive jerks’
  • Believes in being a gentleman
  • but he’s a gentleman to every girl
  • Possibly not exactly realizing he’s almost as much of a jerk as the guy he was defending against for you
  • Doesn’t beat around the bush
  • “You. Me. My place. 10 minutes.”
  • Dominant af
  • Knows his type:
  • Emotional, submissive
  • Always there after a break up
  • Makes you believe that giving into your lust will be empowering
  • Body worship
  • “Fuck baby girl, your body is gorgeous”
  • No matter who it is
  • She is his baby girl
  • Uses his brain to be sneaky
  • but is weak about exhibitionism
  • can’t not fuck in public
  • How long until you catch him red handed figure out you’re just part of his ‘baby girl’ collection?

Originally posted by yoonseok


Jin

  • Is there such thing as
  • Sugar daddy fuck boy
  • ?
  • Only wants to fuck but will still go on plenty of dates
  • His success is driven by his sexual needs
  • More money
  • More girls
  • Roses to win her over
  • and her, and her, and her… and also her.
  • “How about a date with this handsome face?…”
  • “You’ll be the envy of the room”
  • Materialism.
  • Claims to have a guy for everything and anything
  • as an excuse to get you in his house
  • “Yeah I know a guy, just come over to mine…”
  • and pants
  • “How odd… My guy must have gotten the wrong day…”
  • **What a shame…**
  • “Well, since you’re here…”
  • In his bed, you’re the only girl in the world
  • On his phone, you’re definitely not, though
  • No shame when you find out
  • in fact, doesn’t even hide his phone
  • he manages to keep a good shallow portion of them for his beck and call
  • Whether you leave or continue getting nice things is your choice, really

Originally posted by fawnave


Suga

  • Kind of a rock star fuck boy
  • Lad on tour
  • Bathing in the attention girls give him on stage
  • Has a ‘moment’ with about 5 girls in one show
  • Groupies
  • ‘Tongue technology’
  • Can change your mind just by throwing on a leather jacket
  • Drugs, sex, alcohol and cigarettes
  • Maybe a bit fucked up
  • But it works to his advantage
  • because you think you can change him
  • and he can create bullshit stories to gain your sympathy
  • acts like this hurt creature that needs wrapping in bubble wrap
  • but then you get down to business and he’s
  • WILD
  • but you’re enjoying yourself too much to mention the sudden contrast
  • “You take me in so well”
  • “You love it”
  • about 40% of his confidence comes from praise during sex
  • and then an extra 10% from knowing he can get the praise from as many girls as he pleases
  • Wanderer
  • “I’m sorry baby, but we can’t see each other again. I’ve been given this amazing opportunity to fly over to _____ and make it big”
  • Once he gets what he wants, you’ll never see him again

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


J-Hope

  • Confidence.
  • Call him Jay
  • Backwards snapbacks
  • and pushed up fringe
  • “I’m your hope…”
  • “… your angel…”
  • Skater by day
  • Sinner by night
  • body rolls
  • hip thrusts
  • Just knows what to do with his body
  • to lure you in
  • “Hey baby, you like what you see?”
  • and it annoys you that he noticed you were happening to look in his direction because he’s
  • the guy they all warn you about
  • Will almost pester you
  • Somehow gets your number
  • even if you didn’t directly give it to him
  • ‘Netflix and chill?’
  • innuendos
  • Sometimes creepy
  • but he thinks he’s being sexual af
  • Pick up lines
  • “Hey girl, did you fall from heaven…?”
  • ‘”No,” you tell him bluntly. “My knees are just red from crawling up out from the gates of hell… Seriously does that ever even work with anyone?”
  • Did I mention
  • He loves it when you get sassy with him
  • Likes the chase
  • It just makes the outcome more rewarding
  • but once is enough
  • so afterwards, the interest just disappears into thin air
  • *poof*
  • *runs away into the night*

Originally posted by the95liner


Jimin

  • The sweet boy next door
  • or so you think
  • You see him occasionally down the street
  • and he purposely dresses up fluffy and cute
  • but it’s just part of the plan
  • to make your jaw drop when you see him in town one day/night
  • in black skinny jeans and a leather jacket with a cigarette in his mouth
  • and suddenly, he gives off this alluring
  • bad boy vibe
  • Questions to make you flustered
  • Especially whilst fucking
  • but I’ll get to that in a second
  • Questions.
  • “Cat got your tongue honey?”
  • Yeah, lots of pet names
  • including ‘baby girl’ again
  • Usually you’d cringe
  • but it’s the way he talks to you
  • he knows how to make you flustered
  • he knows he’s handsome
  • lip licking
  • “You can’t run away from it, chick. There’s an obvious chemistry between us, yeah?”
  • and even though his voice is soft
  • it’s just so sensual
  • he just knows
  • knows all your sweet spots despite barely knowing you
  • seems to have figured out exactly where to kiss a girl’s neck
  • basks in your moans
  • “What is it? Everything all right?”
  • Yeah, also rhetorical questions to which he already knows the answer
  • No contact details.
  • Afterwards he’s back to the sweet boy next door
  • It makes you wonder if you and him ever even happened

Originally posted by amsimaria


V

  • Unintentionally a fuckboy
  • maybe even a bit fickle?
  • Genuinely falls in love with every pretty girl
  • or so he tries to make himself think
  • and has to talk to them all
  • Always updates his SNOW story
  • of him doing aegyo
  • Because a cute boy attracts a cute girl, right?
  • Invites you round for movies
  • but he’ll come to you if you want
  • Selfies together
  • Gets to know about you
  • Tries to convince himself he wants an emotional relationship
  • until he cuddles you from behind
  • and you start shuffling around
  • Character change.
  • is his breathing getting heavier…?…
  • before you know it you’re making out with him
  • and you can’t stop yourself
  • Though he knows deep down all you mean is a fuck
  • he makes it feel romantic
  • still into making out under the moonlight
  • and watching the sunset
  • followed by sex on the beach
  • But then
  • “It’s not you, it’s me.”
  • “I’m sorry”
  • but lowkey isn’t
  • The very next day there’s another girl on his SNOW story

Originally posted by thjks


Jungkook

  • The longest snapchat streaks
  • Posts pics that show off his muscles
  • but leaves enough to the imagination
  • Which is probably why the girls come to him
  • that’s a good thing for him though
  • because he’s the shyest fuckboy in existence
  • but feeds from the attention you give him
  • and that’s how the ego inflates
  • Always on his phone
  • Slides into those DMs
  • “Bored”
  • “Kinda wanna watch movies with you”
  • Indie but not indie
  • beats around this bush with his use of
  • ‘kinda, wanna.’
  • Kinda: lazy
  • Wanna: make you be the one to go to his
  • Selfie with you to his story only if he’s getting unwanted attention
  • But he won’t hide her from you
  • “Ugh, I’m sorry… There’s just this one girl…”
  • Part of you thinks it seems a bit off
  • But you give the guy and his muscles a chance
  • Makes use of the fact you’re both bored
  • “Well, you know, we’re just two young people, with nothing to do…”
  • which is what he said to the girl that came over for netflix and chill yesterday
  • Always plays it cool
  • so if you reject him, he’ll carry on like nothing happened
  • watch the rest of the film/series with you
  • and then never slide into those dms again
  • or alternatively,
  • you don’t reject him,
  • do the do
  • and then he never slides into those dms again.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

At school he’s different. It’s like when he slides on that leather jacket and Dad drops him off, he’s different. Not a bad kind of different, just different.

The girls love it. This bad-boy vibe that he gives off so well. He’ll stroll into class without any pens or books and lounge in his chair and when the teacher tells the class to do something, he’ll lean over to whomever is sitting next to him with that smile that melts anyone and asks to borrow a pen. Then during all class he’ll chew on the end of it, pretending not to care, pretending that he’s got somewhere else to be.

Teachers hate him because he’s just the type of kid they don’t want in his class. The students love him because he’s just the kid of kid that they want to be but don’t dare to.

And Sam, well Sam’s madly in love with every version of Dean that he can get. He loves watching him at school, walking around with that cocky step and his arm wrapped around his shoulders and the way that the halls will just part around him. Sam loves the way that Dean pretends not to care about school, pretends that he doesn’t know the answer to a question when he is called on in class and then when the teacher gives a quiz, he aces the thing and when people ask him what he does, he just winks at them, tells them that he’s got his magical ways which leaves people to their imaginations as to what Dean does to get these grades.

But what Sam loves the most is when they get back from school and Dean sheds that leather jacket that he uses as a shell, as a shield to protect him from the outside world and suddenly it’s just his brother. His real brother, the person that Sam fell in love with.

While Sam is doing homework, Dean will come up behind him and place his chin on Sam’s shoulder, his arms around his chest and he’ll watch as Sam writes in the margin of his books and he’ll press short, sweet kisses all along Sam’s neck until he finally lays down the pen and pays attention to him.

And when Dean lays him out on the bed, fingertips just barely brushing over his body, all soft and caring and that bad boy facade is melted away and all that’s left is this boy that loves with his whole heart and while he can’t really say it with words, he can say it with his body and his touches. And after Dean’s managed to pull everything out of Sam’s little body that he can, he’ll curl up next to Sam, arms wrapped around him, head buried in the crook of his neck and he’ll fall asleep, happy and soft and content.

So yeah, at school, he’s the person that everyone want him to be but when he’s with Sam, he’s who he should truly be.

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Guess You Should've Stayed Home (Dean Ambrose smut)

QUOTE SERIES: “Look, you don’t have to like it-” “Good, because I don’t.” When you wear a really short dress out with the girls, Dean’s not very happy about it. But your stubborn streak gets the best out of you and you go in it anyways. When you get home, he gives you a reason why you should’ve stayed home and not gone out.

Warnings: smut, of course, cursing, hair pulling, master/pet, blindfolding,edging, oral (reader receiving), a bit of fluff at the end because I can’t resist.  @wwe-smutfics I hope I did this justice. 

Word Count: 4,689 words!!! Yikes!!!

“Doll? Hey, where are you?” Dean called, catching your attention. You rolled off of your bed and walked out to join your boyfriend at the door while remaining on the phone with Nikki.

“Yeah, no, I can be ready in twenty minutes. Is Maryse gonna pick me up or Sasha?” you asked, nodding at Dean in acknowledge as you wondered back into your shared room to look for clothes. He followed you with a tilted head like a puppy would when she stated,“I’ll be there to pick you up soon. I’ve got Sash, Bails, and Lana with me, The rest of the girls is gonna meet us there. Go get dressed,girl,and make sure you look hot,hot,hot!” 

She ended the call and you tossed your phone over your shoulder, Dean catching it as he asked,’Whadya doing,baby doll?” You gave a small smile and informed him,”Niks and the girls want me to go out and have a girls’ night with them. Sorry,baby, I’ll hang with you tomorrow.” He nodded silently and laid down on the bed, toeing off his boots while watching you choose an outfit. 

You grinned when you grabbed a beautiful silver strapless number and pumps in the same color before you hurried into the bathroom, changing quickly then bounced back out with your hair down and your baby strands straightened and your makeup done to flatter your eyes and cheekbones. 

Dean jerked into a sitting position, his eyes dilating at the sight of your body being hugged at every angle then he immediately snapped,”You are not fucking wearing that out to a club.” You sighed and slipped into your heels as you said,”Dean,it’ll be fine,I’m just going out with the girls. It’s not like I’m gonna grind on other guys. You know you’re my only one.”

“No,(Y/N). I told you.” he protested,causing you to roll your eyes and straddled his lap then said,”Look,I know you don’t like it-” That sent him into an even bigger fury than he was already in,”Good,because I don’t! You’re not wearing that out and that’s final.” You scoffed and hopped out of his lap then declared,”You know what,I’m not dealing with this.I’m gonna go out with all my friends and I’m going to drink a little then I’m going to come home to my wonderful boyfriend who’s not gonna be in this mood when I get back.”

“(Y/N)! You get your ass back in here right now!” he shouted as you walked out of the apartment, pulling his leather jacket over your arms and shoulders. You sat down in the front seat of Nikki’s car then sighed as your girlfriends whistled and complimented you but Nikki quieted them down then she asked,”What’s wrong,girl?” You gave a small smile then tried to reassure them that nothing wrong but Sasha cut you off,”Nah, nah, nah, I can see it now. What’s wrong? Did Ambrose say something? Do I have to cut his dick off?”

“I’ll kill him. I’m sure Rusev would love to help.”Lana offered, causing you laugh lightly and informed them,”No, everything is fine. It’s just that he threw a bitch fit when he found out that I was wearing this out and he told me that I wasn’t going to wear this dress out. So I decided to wear his jacket to give him some sort of peace of mind.”

“Damn,that boy is overprotective.”Bayley laughed, nudging you. You nodded and murmured,”You have no idea.” Nikki grabbed your hand then encouraged,”I’ll have you home in a few hours, don’t worry. You can have rough,nitty gritty sex with your man when you get home.” 

Your cheeks burned red and you turned to the window, pressing your skin to cool the heat as all of your group arrived at one of the hottest clubs in Vegas. The girls cheered like a bunch of teenagers when you burst through the doors and spotted the rest of your group,including Maryse, Becky,and Alexa before the eight of you joined forces in a booth in the corner of the club. 

“Alright,who’s buying first round?” Sasha asked, turning to us. You rose your hand then Nikki protested,”No,I’ll do it. I’m designated driver,remember? Your pretty little ass is drinking a little.“ 

“Nikki, really, it’s fine.” but her stern brown eyes proved she wasn’t kidding, so you sighed and stated,”Alright,fine. But I’m still coming up to the bar with you. “ She rolled her eyes then waved towards the bar and called over the music, ”Alright,c’mon. Let’s go get vodka.” You grinned and followed her over to the bar then waved a red nailed hand at the bartender,grabbing her attention. She nodded in acknowledgement and weaved through the back in between her coworkers before she stopped in front of the two of you. 

“Well, hello, cuties. What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, flipping her hair out of her face. You grinned at her and leaned halfway across the bar then asked,”You got a cure for over jealous boyfriends that don’t like it when you were something like this?” You waved a hand down your body to emphasizing your point,causing her laugh then whistle,”That boy is damn lucky to even have you on his arm,sweetheart. But no, the only thing I can think of is great makeup sex.”

You and Nikki shared a laugh then Nikki stated,”That’s a good point, (Y/N). Maybe you should pics and put the caption as, See what you’re missing?” You laughed and commented,”Maybe in a little. But We need a bottle of vodka and six glasses.”

She let out a whistle then laughed,”Shit, this guy has got to have you pretty pissed off if you want six glasses and a full bottle of vodka.Here ya go,girls, have a great night with your friends.” Nikki pulled out her credit card and started to hand it to the bartender but she waved it away then called over the music as she walked away,”On me! Sounds like the cutie there needs a lot of alcohol to deal with her boyfriend.”

You grinned and thanked her before you turned to Nikki and exclaimed excitedly,”We just got a free bottle of vodka! Fuck yeah,girlfriend!” You two raced back to the table and begun to drown your worries of Dean’s anger towards you away.

“Hey,(Y/N)! You gonna send Dean some sexy pics of you with us?” Alexa giggled, wrapping an arm around you. You grinned and grabbed your phone off the table then tugged your neckline down a little before tugging Alexa into your side then captured a picture as the little blonde kissed your cheek and you bit your lip with a wink. You and Alexa had wonderful history in both inside and outside of the ring, you two having a bit of a friends with benefits thing going on for a little before you both agreed you were better off friends.

“Send it ta Dean!” Becky encouraged, her accent thick with the alcohol flowing through her veins. You glanced down and saved it then sent it to Dean with the caption of See how cute I am in this,Deanie? Miss you,baby. Unfortunately, he didn’t respond and it showed his anger through the silence.

Hours and about eleven shots of vodka later, you stepping out of Nikki’s car who whisper-shouted at you,”Go have fun!” You rolled your (y/e/c) eyes then stumbled up the few steps of the apartments entrance before you pulled off your pumps in the elevator and watched as the numbers changed and stopped at six. 

You leaned against the hallway walls as you drug your feet towards the door of your shared apartment before you tossed your shoes to the corner and called out softly,”Dean? I’m home.” 

“Oh I know you are, darling.” he stated, walking out of the bedroom, wringing his hands around a black tie. You gazed down at it nervously then murmured, ”Hi. Did you get my picture?” He chuckled and replied,”I sure did. It looks like you and Alexa had some fun together. Do you miss her?”

To be honest, you sometimes missed her smaller, lighter touch but you loved Dean and you wouldn’t give up your man for anything. You hung your head and muttered,”Sometimes. But I’d never do anything to hurt you or our relationship,Dean, I swear!”

“I know,kitten,calm down. I figured you miss her sometimes but your cute little self always lands on my bed at the end of the night.” he declared, walking closer. You gulped and stepped backwards as you asked timidly,”What did you think of it?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the hard planes of his body then gripped a handful of your ass as he purred,”I wanted to pull you over my lap and spank your tight ass while she watches just to show that you’re mine.” 

“ I’m sure I can arrange something.” you blurted out, cheeks burning red when his hips jerked forward, brushing where you needed him most,causing you to moan in want. He grinned and replied,”I might have to take you up on that offer,darling. How many shots did you have?”

“Eleven.”you admitted,letting your head fall on his shoulder as he unzipped your dress, letting the front fall away from your chest. He released you to yank the material down your legs then groaned when he realized that you had nothing underneath it. He sunk to his knees and gripped your ass then smacked your left one, causing you to cry out only to moan when his scruff brushed your inner thighs as he dove mouth first into your pussy,groaning when he slurped at your juices.

“Dean!” you moaned, head lolling to the side then tangled your fingers through his hair and yelped again when he spanked your bottom twice more, your hips rocking forward into his mouth. Dean laughed and shook his head, swiping his tongue along your entrance as he did so before he asked,”What do you need,baby?” 

“Fingers! Your mouth, your cock, fuck,anything will work,baby, please,Dean.” you begged, eyes locking on his as he continued to eat you out slowly. He grinned against your pussy lips then rose to his feet before he led you to the bedroom, you weak in the knees.

“Look at my pretty girl,all wet for me.” he cooed, giving you a quick kiss before he shrouded you in darkness with a blindfold. You tilted your head up in the last direction that you knew Dean was at then said in a soft tone,“Dean, promise me that you’re not mad at me.“ 

 He let out a small sigh then declared, “I’m not gonna lie, doll. I was a little pissed off when you walked out. But as the night went on, I got used to it. And now, I get to show you who owns you and your pretty little body.” He walked his calloused fingertips down your back then cooed,”Look at you. You’re just waiting for me to fuck you. It’s so fucking hot, doll.”

“Deeeaaan.”you whined,causing him to reach up and twist a nipple roughly and you cried out at the harsh pleasure that jolted through your body. Dean chuckled in your ear and your head fell onto the pillow,nails digging into the sheets as he purred,”I love that you’re so fucking responsive to me. Bet you’re soaked down your thighs.”

“Oh my God.”you gasped, gripping his wrist before you dug it down to your pussy, guiding his fingers to your entrance, him groaning when he felt your juices sliding down his hand. He slipped them into his mouth and made a crude sucking noise, allowing you to know exactly what he was doing.

“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,kitten. I think I need another taste directly from the source.” The bed dipped and his tongue was circling your entrance seconds later then he stuck in a timid fingertip,causing your hips to jerk upwards. 

“Please.”you begged, stretching your hand out to tangle in his curls but suddenly, he was in a jackknife position with your arms above your head then he hissed,”I didn’t give you permission to touch me,now did I?” 

“N-no.”you whimpered, legs falling apart to welcome his body in between your thighs. He grinded into your cunt and snarled,”Now I’m going to make you pay for being such a bad kitten.” 

“W-what are you going to do,Master?” you asked,your hips jerking up to meet his. He laughed and whipped you forward onto your stomach with your wrists still above your head then smacked you once right between your legs across your entrance. You let a small cry before forcing your bottom back towards him. 

Dean let out another husky chuckle then purred,”Look at my naughty little kitten just asking for more. Sorry,pet, you don’t get your full punishment just yet. I think I’m going to have your BFF help me with that one. Until then, I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop pounding into you. And after that, I’m going to make you come and come until you’re boneless on the mattress.”

“P-please, I’m begging you. Fuck me, please,Master, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be bad, I’ll be anything you want me to be, I just need your cock. inside of me, fucking me.” you cried, thrashing in his tight hold, knowing that there would be bruises in place of his fingertips where he held you in place.

“Okay. You got it,baby doll.” he cooed before he pulled down his sleep pants then released your hands and flipped you on your back again. Dean sucked your clit into his scorching hot mouth, scraping his canines over your lips as you sobbed at the feeling. 

Your hips bucked into his mouth several times, more than likely leaving bruises along his scruffed covered cheeks and jaw as he whispered,”Goddamn,baby doll,you taste like fucking candy. Can I just sit here and eat you out the rest of the night?”

“Tomorrow, I swear.” you gasped, pushing him closer to your entrance. He smiled softly then replied,”I might take you up on that offer,cause goddamn, doll.” You pulled on his hair,causing a growl to bubble low in his sternum, then you cried out,”Dean, for fuck’s sake! Don’t be an asshole.”

He suddenly stopped and you whined at the feeling of him rising to stare at you before he snapped in a low tone,”What did you just call me?”

“An asshole, because that’s what you’re acting like.” you muttered, turning your head downwards. He chuckled coldly then said in an icy tone,”Ya know, maybe I should rethink that whole,Wait until Alexa is here to punish you, thing. Wanna say something else sassy,darlin’?”

“Yeah, Alexa could get me off quicker than you ever could.” you blurted out, the liquid courage starting to resurface. He scoffed and sat up, a leg on either side of your hips, then he scratched at his beard and asked,”Is that so? Maybe I should just leave you here and let you get a hold of Alexa so she can make you come.” 

“Fine, maybe I will.”you chirped, lips pursed in a sassy expression. He scoffed and started to to roll off of the bed then went silent for a few moments before he replied,”Okay, you do that.” The door didn’t open or shut, which meant that he hadn’t moved from the room. Either that Dean was just that quiet at leaving. 

You started to sit up on the bed and begun to remove your blindfold only for his rough hands to shove you backward.

“Just kidding.”he hissed in your ear as he clamped your wrists in a pair of handcuffs before he hooked them on a swirl of the headboard and pinned your lower body by resting on your thighs, legs pinning them on either side. He spanked your bottom four times, twice on both cheeks,then he growled,”Am I still an asshole,doll?”

“Please,Dean, please fuck me with your long,hard cock. I’m sorry I called you an asshole. I was being greedy and I just really want you to fuck me or finger me, God, I just need you to touch me.” you sobbed, hips grinding into the satin sheets beneath your body. He traced the outline of your ass and smacked it twice more, causing you to cry in pleasure, mixed with pain and frustration.

“Tell me why I had to spank you,then I’ll give you my fingers and mouth,doll.” he whispered softly in your ear,grinding slowly into you. You whined and bucked back against him, only to receive a warning slap to your thigh, then he snapped,”Be a good little girl and tell me why I had to spank you like the naughty girl you’re acting like.”

“Because I called you an asshole!” you yelped, panting as your slick slid down your inner thighs, staining the bed sheets. Dean chuckled in his unmistakably husky voice then stated,”That’s right, darlin’. But you’ve got one thing right,(Y/N). Do you know what that is?” 

You really are an asshole , you thought to yourself, instead you replied quietly,”I was being greedy.” He laughed and declared,”Damn straight, beautiful. Now, I believe I promised you a bit of finger and tongue action, didn’t I? Well, I never go back on a promise.”

You sighed softly in relief as he nibbled his way up your inner thighs, slurping harshly at your slick which left marks on his path up to your pussy. Dean groaned at the taste of you then stretched up and unhooked you from the headboard, helping you roll onto your back, before he dropped back down to his knees, sucking your clit through his teeth into his sweet mouth. 

“Oh,fuck, please.” you cried out, causing him to laugh against your cunt.  

"You’re so cute, kitten. You thought I wasn’t gonna keep you from coming. Its a treat all on its own for me. Now, let’s see how pretty you can beg for me. ” You thrashed beneath him as he flicked his tongue against your entrance several times at a quick, sloppy pace, pulling the knot in your lower stomach down further, warning you of your looming orgasm so you thought quickly and purred in a somewhat broken voice,” I bet you’re just dying to fuck me senseless, Dean. Please, please give your kitten what she needs. I’ll be so good, so fucking good. I’ll suck your cock, I’ll do anything for God’s sake! Dammit,Dean, please!“

"Anything?” he asked, pushing a finger inside your pussy as he met your (Y/E/C) with his now almost navy blue eyes. You nodded eagerly then begged,”Anything! Please, for God’s sake, Dean.” He chuckled and raked his free hand through his hair then unlocked your cuffs before he grabbed your hand,guiding it down to your entrance where he then ordered,”Finger yourself. Don’t come til I tell you so.”

Immediately,you did as he told you so, and teased a fingertip around your clit while using your other hand to spread your pussy lips apart. He clicked his tongue at you then purred,’”Ya know,pet, teasing yourself isn’t gonna get you nothing but torture. But hell, whatever you want. I’ll just sit here and enjoy the show.”

You shoved two fingers deep inside and his groan joined your moan when he saw what you did before he cooed,”Such a good little pet. You just love putting a show on for your Master,don’t you,kitten?”

“Yes,Master, anything you want. Please…” you trailed off as your thumbnail grazed your clit,causing your hips to jerk upwards and Dean chuckled in return. He ran his finger across the seam of your lips then asked,”I don’t know what you want,kitten, so until you learn to use your words.”

“Please let me come.”you begged, fingers pumping at a pace that Dean was impressed with. But you still couldn’t seem to make yourself come. Damn him, you thought to yourself, knowing that was all because he told you not to come until he said so.

“I don’t think so,doll. Keep going and don’t come,okay?” You groaned in frustration at those words but continued to work your fingers in and out of your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down at a fast pace, your heart racing at your orgasm built closer and closer but then, you felt empty and a hand on your wrist. 

“Fuck!” you sobbed, tossing your back down on the bed in frustration and need. He curled into the front of your body and asked in a low voice,”Does my pet want to come?” 

“Yes,Master,fuck,I want it,I fucking need to come,please!” you begged, hips circling against the mattress. 

He pulled the blindfold off and your vision cleared, Dean coming into sight then informed you of his plan,”Okay, You can come, because I’m going to fuck you with my mouth then I’m going to fuck you so hard with my cock that’ll you won’t want to walk in the morning. But just when you think I’m done, I’m going to make you ride me and I promise,kitten, by the time I get done you won’t want to come anymore tonight.”

“Please.”you whispered softly, hand brushing his scruff covered cheeks. He nodded and promised”I will. Don’t worry,pet.” He kissed down your body tenderly, readying you for what was to come, then he pulled your hand down and guided two fingers back in before he gave gentle licks and sucks to you.

“More,please.” you asked softly, eyes fluttering as you grabbed his gaze. His strawberry blond curls fell into his face as he lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and your thighs clenched against his cheeks then he flashed a devilish look to you before he purred”Get ready to lose your fucking voice, kitten.” 

With a few quick lashes of his hot tongue against your clit, he slid it down to your entrance where you were riding your fingers then he slipped it in and you shoved him face first into your pussy with your other hand, causing him to growl at the scent of you.

He pushed in a finger of his own and you cried out at the width stretching you out then you begged,”Harder!” Dean did as you pleaded, palm slapping against your clit as he pumped his finger and tongue deeper and harder into your then he pressed your fingers towards the spot that could make you come in a matter of seconds.

“Tastes so good, my little pet. Come now.” Your hips bucked up, his nose brushing your pubic bone as his scruff burned against the soft skin of your inner thighs before he continued to push you through your orgasm as you screamed his name.

“See,pet? No one can make you come as hard as I can. No one will ever find out how fucking pretty those little sounds are, how fucking good you taste. I only do,right?” Dean snarled low in your ear as he finished kissing and nibbling hickies into your skin all the way up your body. 

“No one.”you gasped, crushing your lips to his in a brutal and intense kiss. He chuckled at your desperateness then guided the head of his dick to your slit and brushed it against your clit, eyes locked on yours as your lips parted and your tongue brushed his, breaths mingling. You nipped his bottom then whined,"Fuck me,Master.”

“Okay.” he stated simply before he sunk his cock deep inside of you, the two of you sharing a moan at different volumes. The leather squeaked as it rubbed against both your skin and the sheets and you couldn’t help but feel naughty.

“Dean! Fuck,more.” you panted,legs winding around his waist. He gave a lunatic grin then hitched your ankles on his shoulders and pushed harder and faster into you. You ran your nails up his biceps then arched into him as he snarled low in your ear.

“Look at my cute little kitten, wanting more of her Master’s dick. I bet you’re close,aren’t you,doll?” he asked, sucking more bruises into your neck. Your head bobbed up and down several times, crying out when he bottomed out in you, causing your walls to tighten which pulled a groan from his chest.

“Five…” he panted, circling your clit with his thumb. You tossed your head back and he followed, the two of you sharing a kiss,“Four… Three.”

“Two.” he purred, catching your earlobe with his canines as he pinched your bud and his hips jerked forward several more times at a quicker pace then he snapped,“Come,kitten.”

“Fuck,Dean!” At the sound of your scream, he came with you, breaths mingling and the air hot and somewhat sticky. He lowered your legs down to the mattress then rolled off of your now sore body, only for him to hit the floor. You peeked over the edge of the bed and burst into laughter when you saw that he was pouting up at you.

“You dork.” you sobbed as you wiped the tears from laughing so hard. He rolled his eyes and jerked you on top of him then declared,“You look great just in my jacket,kitten.”

“I love you,Dean.” you declared, kissing his dimples. He cupped your cheeks and replied,“I love you too,(Y/N). I think I’m gonna make you call Lexie after we cuddle for a little.”

“You maniac. You said you were gonna let me ride you.” you stated, shrugging out of his jacket to cool off. He booped you on the nose and corrected,“And I will. I’m a lunatic, kitten, the Lunatic Fringe to be exact,so calm down.”

Boys Like You (E.D)

Request: “could you do one with Ethan based on the song Boys Like You by Anna Clendening where the reader is nervous to trust him but it ends really fluffy 😊”

Word count: Roughly 3000

Warnings: Just extreme cuteness ;) and cuss words.

xxx


“Do you ever get tired of trying to get into girl’s pants?” You asked Ethan as you shut your locker, quirking an eyebrow as you watched him shoot off a quick text to one of his many, many admirers.
“I get tired of trying to get into your pants.” Ethan looked up and gave you a smirk, you did your signature eye roll and scoffed. “Get your head out of your ass, Dolan.” You teased and shoved him in the chest gently as you walked away. “Hey!” He said and ran after you. “I want my head in your-”
“I’m going to stop right there because that sounded creepy as fuck.” Ethan said which made you laugh. “But seriously, tell me why we wouldn’t work.” Ethan grabbed your hand and spun you around so you bumped right into his chest. “Girls like me don’t go for boys like you.” You breathed, the tension in the air between you two now becoming thick. Over the past few days you grew closer to Ethan. You considered him a friend, even if he was trying to fuck anything with boobs. You consistently ignored his attempts to make you swoon, or give in to his charm. It was hard, especially since he looked like that. Short, wavy hair that fell onto his forehead as his pink, plump, lips pulled into a sly smirk. And that damned leather jacket of his. The one that made him seem cooler than he really was? Yep, that one. You could say he was the school’s bad boy. But you preferred the term, “Fuck boy”.

“And what exactly are..“boy’s like me?” Ethan questioned. “Fuck boys.” You stated simply and Ethan released his grip on your hand as he stared at you intensely.
Ethan’s stare wasn’t intentionally cold, his face somehow lacked the mobility others had. His eyes would rest on a point, even a person, and he’d stay like longer than the average person would. His hazel eyes burned right through you, made you weak at the knees but you held your guard up. Boys like him weren’t to be trusted. Even if he was a friend, you weren’t going to let him break you like all the other guys did, no. You weren’t going back to that. Keeping your eyes on his, you adjusted the waistband of your jeans as a smirk began to form.
“Stare or don’t, you won’t get anything.” You had a way of not mincing your words, hands tucked into your back pockets as you watched Ethan’s eyebrows raise. Compared to Ethan you were short, the dude was 6ft. But even for your height you were kind of badass, you were known for your witty comebacks and sarcastic remarks. But so was Ethan.
You smiled politely and turned to walk away. “I have class, douche.” You replied and strolled down the halls.
His eyes still rested on you like you were some form of crazy beast that he had just discovered. You stretched your neck and turned to look back and to your surprise, Ethan flashed you his infamous smirk and a salute.
“I’ll make you mine. You can count on it baby girl.” He exclaimed through the halls.


Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist


Your face immediately flushed as all eyes directed towards you, it was a shock. Ethan Dolan never claimed a girl as his, they were usually a dump n’ go. And any girl who got involved with him knew what they were getting into, unless they were complete idiots which you weren’t, so that was why you never gave into him.

At least until now.

The next day at school was normal, you breezed through your classes like normal and returned to your locker. You opened your locker and found a bouquet of red roses sitting there. Confusedly, you grabbed the bouquet and stared down at it. This had Ethan written all over it. You were about to turn and walk away but of course you bumped into someone’s chest. “Seriously Ethan!-”
“Wrong twin.” He smirked down at you and you felt a lump form in your throat. Grayson Dolan. Ethan Dolan’s nicer, more decent twin brother. “Uh- Gray.” You murmured and looked up into his eyes. “Hey.” He smiled sweetly and you felt your cheeks redden. You had to admit, you had a tiny crush on Grayson, he wasn’t a complete douchbag like his brother, so he was tolerable. He didn’t sleep around or flaunt that he had gotten the new girl’s number. No, he was much more mature and kindhearted. “Like the flowers?” He asked and placed a hand onto the lockers behind you, his arm blocking your left side as he towered over you. “Nice gesture, but I hate roses.” You smiled at him and his face drooped. Well, that was a lie, you actually did like them but you had to listen to your mother and keep your word. “All men are the same.” She had said and she was right, you learned that from your first ever love. “Oh..” Grayson muttered. He opened his mouth up to speak once again but was cut short when a fist grabbed a handful of his shirt. He gave you an apologetic smile as Ethan tore him away from you.
“The hell?” You heard Ethan hiss as he shoved him into a nearby empty classroom.

Boys..

You rolled your eyes and grabbed what you needed from your locker and headed outside. At least school was finally over so you didn’t have to deal with either of them for the rest of the day. “Hot cocoa and a pretty little liars binge watching marathon, here I come!” You said to yourself as you shut your car door. You stuffed your key into the ignition of your car and heard the engine roar, you sat there for a bit, replying to the hundreds of texts your mom had sent you before finally placing your hands onto the steering wheel. Your body jolted up in shock when you saw and heard a palm slap against the window of your car. “Fucking hell!” You shouted and rolled down your window. “Now what?” You asked and looked up at Ethan. He held a tiny folded up note in between his index and middle finger, edging you to take it. “What’s this?” You snatched it from his grasp and opened it. “Just read it.” He sighed and leaned against your car.
In scribbled writing was:

I’m not good with words. I never was and probably never will be. I’m not good with relationships either. I’m not the most trustworthy guy, you know this all already.
I like you Y/N, it’s no secret. I know you don’t like me, but I just had to get this out there. You’re right I’m a fuckboy, but I’m more than that. Let me show you that at least. Please.
I know you’ve been hurt before let me make this right. If you trust me..meet me behind the school tomorrow. - Ethan


Before I met you, I never felt good enough
Before I let you, in, I’d already given up
Left on read, no reply, left me just wondering why
Now I’m skeptical of love

You looked up only to see that Ethan was gone. You didn’t know what to think. Should you trust him? Ethan Dolan. The notorious bad boy wanted you?

Bullshit.

We’ll just have to wait and see until tomorrow then.

As you wrapped the towel around your naked body, you exited the shower. You sighed to yourself and began to pick out your pajamas for the night until you heard a light tapping on your bedroom window. Thinking it was a squirrel, you continued to pick your clothes. You walked over to your bed and dropped your towel. It slid off your smooth skin and onto the ground, your phone buzzed from your dresser and you reached to grab it.

Ethan: Nice ass ;)

You gasped and grabbed your towel once again, scolding yourself for not checking the window. You groaned and undid the lock on it, Ethan slid it up, a smug smirk plastered onto his face as his hazel eyes glossed over you. “Yes?” You asked now becoming annoyed. You were honestly becoming fed up with this whole Ethan and Grayson thing. They had never come onto you until about a week ago, now all of a sudden out of the 3 years you’ve went to school with them they found you attractive? Something didn’t seem right.

“I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” He said and stepped into your bedroom. “Ethan-” You began but he cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth. You bit him and he winced in pain. “Shit! Why’d you do that?” He whisper-yelled in case your parents were home. “Because! You just put your hand over my mouth as if you were going to kidnap me!” You replied back as you furrowed your eyebrows in anger. “Well I wasn’t! I was just trying to get you to shut up so I could talk to you.” Ethan muttered as he wiped his hand onto his shirt to get rid of the wetness on his hand. “Wow, what a nice way to charm me.” You scoffed as you ran a hand through your wet hair. “Hey, I’m trying..” Ethan sighed and turned to look at you.
“Give me a chance.” He said suddenly. You cocked an eyebrow and he reached for your hands. “Yeah, your heart has been broken before, now it’s time for me to fix it. Only if you’ll let me.” You bit your lip as your glossy eyes met Ethan’s. “Fine.”


So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me
Is it all of me?

Ethan broke out into a grin, his wavy hair falling onto his eyebrow as his head bounced up in joy. “Really?” He asked and you couldn’t help the smile that found your lips. “Yes, really. Now go so I can change. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” You smiled softly and leaned in to peck Ethan’s cheek. “Not the lips?” He questioned and raised an eyebrow. “Not yet, you’ll have to earn it, babe.” You teased and shoved his chest gently.
“I’ll catch you at school.” He sent you a flirty wink and hopped out your window. You shut it, locked it, and made sure to close your blinds before letting out a deep sigh. What have you gotten yourself into now?

The next day of school was just like the last, normal schedule and all. It was finally the end of the school day and you couldn’t be more excited to get home and relax. It was Friday, which meant you had plenty of time to binge watch cheesy rom-coms on your laptop while munching on some pineapple pizza.
As you shut your locker your phone buzzed. You smiled and looked down at a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Pineapple pizza and a movie?

Y/N: Sure. My place?

Ethan: Always ;)

You smiled to yourself as you tucked your phone into your pocket. You waited against your locker for Ethan to meet you there, but as each minute passed you grew more and more anxious. You stood up and decided to look for him yourself.
You walked by each empty classroom until you saw two similarly built figures standing in the tech lab.
You peeked in and saw none other than Ethan and Grayson in an intense argument. “The bets off. Alright? I’m done. Sorry your good-boy reputation is gonna go down the drain, not my problem. But leave Y/N alone. I should’ve never agreed to this.” You heard Ethan growl.
You stood back against the wall besides the door and clasped a hand to your mouth to muffle your cries. A bet? Was that why he decided to become your friend in the first place?


Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist
Maybe momma doesn’t always know best

You should’ve listened to mom. All boys do is tear your heart in two. You should’ve learned from last time.

Suddenly the door to the classroom opened up and Ethan stepped out. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself as he began to near the corner. He caught you through the corner of his eye and immediately reached for you, but you were quick and ran away. “Y/N!” He shouted into the empty halls. “No! You’re a fucking fuckboy! And that’s all you’ll ever be! I should’ve never trusted you Ethan! Boys only want one thing and it’s not a relationship!” You yelled and whipped around to face him. “We didn’t even last a fucking day! You damn prick!” You lunged forward, your tiny fists landing into Ethan’s chest with a small thud from  how hard you were punching. He just stood there and let you hurt him, let you hurt him just like he hurt you.


I’m terrified, but I’ll never let you know
Social suicide, if I ever let it show
Everything feels just right
We fall in place, we fall in line
I’ll never let you go

“You.”
“Broke.”
“My.”
“Heart.”

With each punch, the tears continued to stream down your face. Over the past week you opened up to Ethan. Told him your vulnerabilities and your past heartbreaks and here he is doing the exact same thing.
“Fucking jerk.” You breathed and finally let your hands hit your sides out of exhaustion. Ethan opened his clenched eyes and looked at you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He mumbled. You laughed harshly and threw your arms up dramatically. “That’s the oldest phrase in the book! Seriously, a fuckboy like you didn’t have anything better to say? Jesus, I really thought you were different. Nope, all boys are the same. Boys like you my mother warned me about, I should’ve listened.” You scoffed and sighed.


So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me
Is it all of me?

“I’m not like them!” Ethan suddenly shouted. You turned to look at him, anger clouding your vision as you pushed your hair out of your face. “You’re not serious are you?”

“I’m not like them..” Ethan breathed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not a fuck boy, it’s all just rumors.” He sighed and you looked up from the ground. “W-what?” You whispered. “I only talk to these girls for Grayson, he’s the real fuckboy, I’m like the delivery boy. I get their numbers, talk Grayson up and they run to him. I’ve never fucked anyone in this school and I can guarantee you that.” Ethan stomped his foot onto the ground and you walked towards him.


Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist
Maybe momma doesn’t always know best

“It’s all an act, Grayson’s the goody-two shoes but lowkey gets all the girls.” Ethan explained and you shook your head. “So..what’s this bet I heard you call off?” You asked and met his intense gaze once again.
“Grayson and I..we had a bet.” He sighed before continuing, “That he could get you to fall for him without my help. So I took this as my opportunity to try and make you fall for me. It worked I guess, but took a little longer than I intended.”

“You fuckers.” You hissed. “Betting on me, like I’m some kind of prize.” You spat and crossed your arms in anger. “I know, it was wrong that’s why I called it off-”
“No! You only called it off because I finally agreed to go out with you.” You cut in and Ethan looked down with guilt. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. And I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but I like you Y/N. I really do.” Ethan said and stepped forward. You looked down but Ethan places his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up so you were forced to face him.

So when you hold me, am I the only one? Do you wanna know me, or is this all just for fun?

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. “No.”
“Why?“ 
“Because I don’t kiss boys like you.” You whispered and Ethan smiled. “Honey, I think we’ve already established that I’m not like the rest of them.” Ethan said, his minty breath fanning over your lips with each word that left his mouth. “Then why are you asking? Don’t you usually go for it?” You smirked as Ethan cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
This is not what you thought would happen when Ethan had come up to you a week ago, but you certainly weren’t going to object. His lips brushed against yours softly and they were warm and tasted of mint; he had obviously been chewing gum earlier. His hands found their way around your waist and yours locked around his neck pulling him down slightly. When you broke apart for air, you rested your forehead against his and gathered some much needed oxygen. His smirk told you everything and you smiled back, sinking into his hold.


Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist
Maybe momma doesn’t always know best
Too good to be true, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But for you I’ll take the risk

xxx

anonymous asked:

hey! i read all of your works and i love every bits of it ❤️ i was just thinking maybe your can do one where jughead is a member of southside serpents and he loves eating at pop's because he's so fascinated at the mysterious blonde girl (betty) that's working there.. you can give it a twist yeah

Interesting and very cute!
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The dark haired boy tugged the familiar leather jacket around his shoulders as he pushed through Pops glass doors, taking a deep breath he couldn’t hide the semblance of a smile that always somehow seemed to appear on his face when she was in his presence.

By she, he meant the long legged blonde in the tiny yellow uniform, her ponytail always loose and a strand of honey blonde hair had found permanent residence fluttering over her eyelashes. Betty Cooper was her name and that was about all he knew of her, well at least technically. He knew much more than he should.

He knew that her eyes were the same shade of green as springtime grass, and he knew she wore vanilla and honey perfume mixed with the distinct smell of strawberry milkshakes, he also knew that she had a very difficult time saying no, no matter what her customers asked of her she always managed to find a way to make it happen. But one of the most interesting things he noticed about her were the crescent shaped scars embedded into her hands , every time she reached for a plate on the counter he was flashed with the swollen red marks.

He had never actually spoken to her, he had made it a personal mission to avoid sitting in her section. Jughead knew the unwritten rules, Serpents stay away from that side of town, and they especially stay away from beautiful blonde waitresses with haunting eyes. It was days like today he cursed his upbringing, sure he loved his family on the Southside, but the civil war between the south and north side made it almost impossible to be within a foot of Betty Cooper and she just happened to be his favorite person to be around.

Jughead threw a lazy wave in PopTates direction as the Older man smiled and threw his hands up, yelling at a younger cook. Most of the Serpents weren’t allowed in the diner, they were rowdy and disruptive but Jughead remained behind a book, his hand in a plate of fries. Jughead took his normal seat and pulled out the worn out copy of “Howl” after a few minutes his senses were overwhelmed by distinctly familiar perfume

“I’m so sorry for the wait, I broke my apron. Can you believe that? I got it snagged on the counter and it just popped, luckily I had my sewing kit with me! Ya never know what you’re gonna need.” He glanced up at the smiling blonde and stared wide eyed, his mouth opening and closing as he sat speechless.

Betty twitched slightly nervous under his gaze
“I know I’m not your regular waitress but Gemma is home with the baby, I’m just picking up her section.”

Jughead finally snapped himself out of his daze and shook his head
“No.. uh sorry, I was..” he lamely held up the book, cursing himself for being so awkward.

Her eyes green eyes lit up
“Oh I completely understand. Whenever I’m reading anything by Alan Ginsberg, I’m in my own little world too. “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.” She quoted softly.

Jughead grinned
“Starving hysterical, naked” he finished.

Betty laughed, almost melodic, her eyes twinkling
“So what can I get you today?” She pulled a pad out from her tiny white apron and jotted down his order.

“I’ll be back.. oh! Hey I’ve got something for you!” He watched curious as she jogged away her perfect white sneakers barely leaving the floor.

She came back a few moments later with a soft cover book, bent and clearly used.
“If you love Ginsberg, you’ll love this one.” She pushed the book towards him and he read over the title, it was by an author he had never heard of but he would read it a hundred times if she would keep looking at him the way she was.

No one who had ever served him in the diner had even given him the time of day, Riverdale high students threw pieces of food at him and mumbled under their breath when he walked in, but Betty Cooper, she wasn’t like that. She embraced everyone, she looked at him like he was just another letterman jacket wearing peer.

“I’ll read it tonight, I can get it back to you tomorrow.” He looked up at her and saw that she was practically bouncing

“Oh no way, you’ll love it so much that you’ll finish it in like an hour! Here” Betty pulled the napkin from beside him and began jotting something down before handing it back to him
“That’s my number. Call me as soon as you finish, we can talk about it. I can’t wait to hear what you think of it.” There was something shy in her eyes and it sent a shock of something unfamiliar to his stomach. He grabbed the napkin from her hand, as soon as their fingers touched there was a distinct shock of electricity that caused both of the teens to stare shocked, Betty gasped quietly.

“Excuse me waitress! We would like a seat.”

Betty looked up and rolled her eyes, smiling
“Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge, my insane best friends.” She explained to Jughead, louder this time she laughed “as you can see my sections pretty filled”

The pair made there way to Jugheads booth and slid in. Veronica smiling and grabbing Jugheads hand
“Veronica Lodge, thanks for sharing.”

Archie nodded, sliding his jacket off and smiling
“Hey bets, I’ll have what he’s having.” Betty rolled her eyes and bowed, shooting Jughead a look a she headed off to the kitchen.

The conversation between the teens flowed naturally and when Betty ripped her apron off and slid beside Jughead, her thigh pressed against his as she placed four milkshakes on the table he felt like an actual teenager, and maybe that was what he had always been missing.

don’t judge a book by its cover

happy birthday to @magnusragnor​! my dear elle, you’re an amazing friend, the sweetest, kindest, smartest and most incredible person ever and you’ve made my life so much better. i love you a lot and i hope life treats you as kindly as you treat other people. i wish you a lot of happiness, health and success in whatever you want to achieve <3 hope you enjoy this little gift :*


“Do you think they’re in a gang?”


The question comes as a surprise in the vague quietness of the library, pulling Magnus out of his little reverie. He puts down the book he was about to scan, turning on his heel to find Ragnor staring out of the open window, the edge of his tea cup resting against his chin and eyes focused on something, or rather someone, outside. With a sigh, Magnus leaves his place behind the counter to join him at the windowsill and before he even leans his elbows against it, he knows exactly who Ragnor is talking about.

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crossover au

SINCE EVERYONE SEEMS TO LOVE THE POLY AU WITH CONNOR/EVAN/MICHAEL/JERRMY SO I’LL POST SOME MORE HEADCANNONS

@all-you-see-is-nightmare-eyes HELPED ME WITH THESE

- the boys get progressively gayer now that they’re together, they hold hands and make out and cuddle and everyone finds it really cute?? (everyone as in heidi and jeremy’s dad)

- they have a specific way they cuddle, connor’s on the left curled up around them since he’s the tallest and the main one he’s curled up around is michael, his nose nuzzled in his hair. honestly he’s just spooning michael. michael’s arms are around evan, who’s nuzzled in his neck and has his arms wrapped around him and connor. jeremy’s spooning evan, nuzzled in the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around michael and evan and he’s holding connor’s hand.

- it’s almost impossible for them to sleep unless they’re with each other it’s crazy

- connor definitely dramatically drapes himself across michael when he’s playing games to get his attention

- “pay attention to me and your other boyfriends”
“just one more level-”
“no it’s late and we wanna watch movies”
“start one without me then i’ll be there right after i beat this i promise”
“you said that four levels ago, please?”
all three of them give michael puppy eyes; he can’t resist

- okay but evan’s never had a slushy before and michael is OFFENDED, so he grabs all of the boys and they go to the seven eleven down the street. at 2 in the morning.

- when evan first tries it he’s like “HOLY HECK THIS IS GOOD” and he drinks it way too quickly and no one has enough time to tell him about brain freezes

- HE’S SUFFERING BECAUSE “WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME SOMETHING SO SWEET COULD BE SO EVIL”

- turns out evan gets extremely hyper with just a small amount of sugar so everyone just watches him tired himself out and then connor has to carry him home when he crashes

- they all bought evan a bonsai tree for his birthday and evan treasured it so much that he wont even let his boyfriend’s touch it

- eventually they all end up talking about the squips and the suicide attempts. there’s a lot of tears, but they’re there for each other and they comfort each other through it, they make sure to be each other’s rocks.

- HALLOWEEN IS CONNOR’S FAV HOLIDAY he plans out matching costumes (they’re all dressed up as zombie mario characters) and he helps decorate everyone’s houses because he can’t do it at his own and he scares the fuck out of his boyfriend’s 24/7

- christmas is definitely jeremy’s favorite time of the year because he likes the cold, but also because of the cliche’s - mistletoes, matching sweaters, snow ball fights, dazzling lights and presents - it’s just great

- god fuCKING RUN from michael on april fools day he plays so many tricks on everyone and one time he put hair dye in connors shampoo and he came out with bright pink hair its a fucjing disaster

- everyone protects evan from michael on april fool’s day to be honest

- evan’s favorite time of the year is definitely new years eve because. like. everyones celebrating for their own reasons, and he has his own. connor’s lived another year, he’s been with his boyfriend’s for another year, he’s actually here for another year. plus, he gets to kiss his boyfriend’s at midnight.

- plus they all stole wine from jeremy’s dad and evan totally got grounded for it

- on their anniversary, they decide to get each other promise rings and give them to each other at the end of the day. they go back to the orchard with a picnic basket and spend the entire day there, talking and laughing and taking pictures. eventually they all pull out the rings and give them to each other.

- the inside bands of rings all say something different

- jeremy’s says “you’re our world and stars”
michael’s says “you’re our happiness and laughter”
evan’s says “you’re our calm in the middle of a storm”
connor’s says “you’re our beacon of light in darkness”

- they kept their relationship a secret from everyone at their schools, but when they checked Instagram that night, evan had posted a picture of their ring hands reaching for the sky. underneath it the caption says “All we see is sky for forever ~ These three mean the world to me and I can’t express it enough. One year already and I can’t wait for the years to come.”

- they all decide to post similar things on their instagrams, and it feels nice to finally be out and free to be themselves.

- the first time the boys went to connor’s house was to meet his parents - he had told them a month earlier that he was gay and had three boyfriend’s and his parents took it somewhat okay, but they’re really confused about it all. so they invited them to a dinner.

- connor finds out last second that they were supposed to dress up all nice, like tuxes and stuff and he tried to warn his boys but they were already there

- so now there’s these three awkward boys standing there in their basic regular clothing while everyone’s wearing dresses and tuxes

- at least connor looks good

- after that they spend a lot more time at evan’s house because his momma is so sweet when she’s there

- EVAN DOESN’T SWEAR OFTEN. HIS BOYFRIENDS EVEN KEEP TRACK OF WHEN HE SWEARS AND WHEN EVAN FINDS OUT HE DOES NOT HESITATE TO JUST. LET IT ALL LOOSE.

- “shit bitch tit fuck asshole” THEY LITERALLY SCREAM

- “you know you guys make such a big deal out of me swearing when i can have you all swearing and moaning in five minutes” EVERYONE GOES INTO SHOCK

- one night evan’s mom goes out on a date and everyone is SCREAMING BECAUSE HEIDI HAS A BOYFRIEND

- her boyfriend has a little four year old daughter !!!

- he meets evan and his boys and hes like “oh are you guys heidi’s sons?” and connor without thinking says “nah we’re all evan’s boyfriends” and everyone’s hearts stop for a moment but new like “okay” and evan actually feels his chest swell with pride and happiness and he just. laughs and says “okay.” back and everything is good

- he’s able to bond with all of the boys in one way or another, he talks with michael for hours on end just about how amazing his jacket is and all of the patches on his jacket and stands behind connor while he’s drawing sometimes and gives him some tips and when jeremy tries to cook he swifts by and gives him tips too, adding in stuff now and then secretly to help and with evan, well they talk all the time considering this man is dating evan’s mom, and really quickly evan trusts him and is happy for him and his mom

- HE PROPOSES TO HEIDI AND EVERYONE IS EXCITED

- all the boys are the best men no questions asked and they all wearing matching ties and tuxes and heidi’s boyfriend’s little girl is the flower girl

- after the wedding at the after party the boys lay outside in the grass and they’re just talking and watching the sky and there’s music faintly playing in the background from inside the building and they’re just so happy and calm

- jeremy suddenly says “i can’t wait for our wedding” and everyone is shocked but jeremy is just confused because he didn’t even know he said that out loud but when he finds out he did he blushes and covers his face

- connor is like “i would marry you all in a heart beat” and michael is like “we already have matching rings..”

- evan suddenly stands without saying a word and the rest of the boys stand too thinking they made him anxious, but he turns around and suddenly gets down on one knee and hes like “will you all marry me?”

- and it’s so cliche but every one of them say yes and they all cry

- here they are - these fucking kids, jeremy and michael at age seventeen, evan at eighteen, connor at nineteen - here they all are, proposing to each other

- they of course can’t legally get married but they all change their names a week later. they all sport the last name, Hansen-Heere-Murphy-Mell.

okay im done for now because my fingers hurt from typing

Guan Shan x He Tian Stripper AU

Leather jacket? Check. Mesh shirt? Check. Sequined booty shorts and marching thigh-high boots? Check and check. Mo Guan Shan had packed his bag, ready for his shift at the bar.

He hadn’t planned on becoming a stripper. Not at first. But money was tight and the job paid well, so why the hell not? Besides, it’s not like he was going to bump into anyone from school, not in this seedy place.

He arrived at the club and waltzed into the employees-only room to change. After struggling a bit to zip up his boots and throwing on some smoky eyeliner, he was ready to go.

The announcer called him out by his stage name, “The Fox,” and with a rhythmic “click-clack” Guan Shan walked out into the spotlight.

He knew what these people wanted, the middle-aged men sneaking away from their wives in the dead of night, the drunk college girls, the cute gay boys looking for a place free of judgment. He knew what they wanted, and he was going to give it to them.

He snaked his body up and down the pole, parting his legs, licking his lips. He wasn’t Mo Guan Shan. No, under these purple lights he was “The Fox,” the seducer of men, a fantasy that got paid in hundreds and could have anyone in the room.

He arched his back, ran his hands up his thighs, moved the pole seductively between his legs. In one swift motion he threw off his leather jacket, drawing applause from the crowd. He fed off their energy and gave them more, gave them himself until he was sweating and heaving, bills tucked into his shorts, the purple lights finally fading.

And in that moment he saw a sight that made his blood run cold.

He Tian was sitting not a foot away from him, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. “I didn’t know you could dance like that,” he said coolly.

Mo Guan Shan was at a loss for words. He scarcely remembered to grab his jacket before clamoring off stage, his whole body shaking, not even the hoots and hollers of “encore” deterring him. He ran into the back room without looking back, and slumped down in a chair.

He was caught, and he didn’t know what to do about it. What would his classmates say when they found out? Would he be kicked out of school?

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t notice his manager walking into the lounge.

“Guan Shan, someone’s waiting for you in the champagne lounge. Looks like a big spender too. Don’t blow this.” And with that, he left.

Guan Shan wanted to run, but he wanted the money more. Besides, he had already been found-out. He might as well make the best of it while he could.

He took a deep breath, threw on his jacket, and walked over to the private room. He didn’t see He Tian anywhere in the main area. He probably left, he thought to himself, relived, before pulling the curtain back.

He felt his heart skip a beat. Inside sat He Tian, a wad of cash in his hand, the same smug expression on his face.

“Why are you here?” demanded Mo Guan Shan, turning red.

He Tian’s mouth curled into a smile. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to dance for me.”

“You want me to what? Are you out of your god-damned mind?”

He Tian lifted his hands in mock defense. “Why, is that any way to treat a paying customer?” He asked, his tone easy.

Mo Guan Shan eyed the wad of cash. It was tempting, as much as he hated to admit it. He’d almost made up his mind to actually dance when He Tian said:

“If you don’t want to dance, it’s fine. Just sit down and talk to me.”

Guan Shan considered his offer. “I can’t afford to do that,” he replied.

“I’ll pay you.”

A moment of silence passed. “Okay,” said Guan Shan, sitting down. “What do you want to talk about?”

He Tian popped open a bottle of champagne and poured him a glass. Crystal. Expensive stuff.

“You.”

“Me? I’m not that interesting,” he said, blushing.

“Really? Living a double life as a stripper isn’t considered interesting?”

Guan Shan took a sip of champagne. “Nope.”

“Well I must be boring as cardboard then.”

“Yep. Have any siblings?” He felt his cheeks get hot as he downed another flute of the stuff.

“A brother, actually.”

“And what does said brother do?”

“He works as a body guard. For Jian Yi’s father if you would believe it. You should be glad you ran into me instead of him, he really would have done a number on you.”

“You act like you didn’t.”

“Nah, I like you too much to actually hurt you.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it sometimes.”

“I can stop, if it bothers you that much.”

Ugh. His voice was too earnest; it made it hard to think. Guan Shan downed another flute of champagne. “This is stupid,” he said, standing up. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He tried to take a step forward before falling and landing on He Tian’s lap. He regained his composure and readjusted his legs so that they were straddling the dark haired-boy. When he finally met He Tian’s eyes, he was blushing.

Heh. So he was capable of being embarrassed. Guan Shan took satisfaction in that before he stated grinding his hips, his hands cradling He Tian’s face. They had never been this close, and Guan Shan noticed his long, black lashes, the smell of his cologne, the soft cupids bow of his lips. This wasn’t the first lap dance he gave, and probably not the last, so he was surprised when he felt himself blushing too.

He’d never noticed it before, but He Tian was actually…cute? Maybe that wasn’t the right word for it, but Guan Shan felt something churning in his chest and he didn’t want it to stop.

They got lost in the moment, in the air and the ambience and the alcohol, and He Tian leaned in, his lips about to brush Guan Shan’s. But at the last possible moment he pulled back.

Guan Shan looked at him, his eyebrows drawn in a silent question. He Tian pointed to a sign. “No Physical Contact.”

Guan Shan frowned. “The sign doesn’t really apply to this room.”

He Tian cocked an eyebrow. “So you want me to kiss you?”

Silence. “Yes,” Guan Shan said in a small voice, his cheeks red.

He Tian studied him for a moment before softly brushing his lips with his.

It was much different from the kiss they’d shared earlier. It was gently, sweet, and like the champagne, Guan Shan couldn’t get enough of it.

Finally He Tian broke away.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Guan Shan asked, his eyebrows drawn again.

“Uh, can you….can you please get off my lap?” Asked He Tian, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly.

“You’re hard,” said Guan Shan mater-of-factly, not registering his own words.

“Yep,” he said.

His words finally hit him. Guan Shan jumped up, his face a new shade of crimson.

Silence.

“So…”

“Um…”

“See you in school, I guess,” he said, handing him a wad of cash. “And uh, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Guan Shan was trying his best to avoid looking at his crotch. “The bathroom is that way, if you need to, uh, take care of… of that.”

“Thanks,” He Tian said, awkwardly shuffling out.

He stood there for a minute, not sure what to do.

Then he sat back down and closed his eyes. Despite how it all ended, he thought it’d been pretty fun. It felt almost like a…a date?

Ugh. He felt himself blushing again and covered his face. He reached for another glass of bubbly to calm his nerves, but all it did was intensify the butterflies in his stomach. As much as he hated to admit it, he wouldn’t mind if He Tian stopped by again.

BTS Reaction 2 U Calling Them Daddy In Front Of The Members

Anon asked- “Bts reaction to you calling them daddy infront of other members?”

I hope you enjoy and this is sort of late, sorry hun!

*gifs are not mine*

Jin: He’d be surprised and a little embarrassed because this was only something you used when you were feeling needy and when you two were in the comforts of your home. After the initial shock, he’d smirk and give the other boys a lame excuse about you two needing to leave. The other boys would would be yelling gross and how their ears shouldn’t have to suffer this abuse.

Originally posted by fawnave

Yoongi: He’d smirk a little but then he’d clear his throat, letting you know that that word wasn’t appropriate around other people. When you’d get home he’d make sure he’d let you know that this was something between the two of you and no one else.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Hoseok: He wasn’t expecting you to bring that word up in front of the other boys so he’d be highly flustered and embarrassed trying to cover up what you said. I mean he’d be stuttering, trying to explain it didn’t mean anything, but the other boys knew he was lying.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon: He’d be confused at first, but then he’d smirk, causing the other boys to gag at the two of you. He’d pull you closer and kiss your head. “How about we go home right now and Daddy can give you what you want.”

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jimin: His eyes would widened and he’d laugh. His hands would reach out towards you and he’d grab your waist, pulling you flush against him. The other boys would be gagging not believing that Jimin had this dirty side to him.

Originally posted by nnochu

Taehyung: He’d give you the eyebrows and you knew you were “in trouble”. The way he looked at you, you knew what you were in for when you got home. “Excuse us boys. I think it’s time for us to go.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook: Cocky mf right here. While he’d be a bit embarrassed, he’d puff out his chest and straighten his jacket, giving you those eyes. The boys would grimace because in no way should the maknae be this way. He’d come up behind you with his hands place on your hip. “What baby girl? Needy for Daddy? Let’s go.”

Originally posted by nnochu

Arranged Love Pt.20 {epilogue} | Jungkook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: When you and Jungkook are forced into an arranged marriage for publicity, you never expected to find yourself falling for him - even if you know it’s wrong.

Word Count: 2,449

Genre: Fluff/angst

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Prompt for anonymous: Prompt. Trini gets super hurt(gravely) after a fight with Kim and Kim freaks out super angsty but happy ending :3


Kim flips over the last of the putties she’s fighting with, watching it crumble with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Nice one, Kim.” Jason claps her on the back. “Next up we’re gonna be pairing off and rotating through partners, Zack and I up first.”

Zack rises from where he’s lounged against a rock, talking with Billy, and stretches his neck out. He jumps on the spot a few times, goading Jason on, the lean strength in his muscles uncoiling as he drops into a defensive stance.

Trini saunters over to join Kim where she sits watching the boys, and Kim feels her face stretch into an unwilling smile.

“Wanna take bets?” She asks, sitting down so her legs are stretched over Kim’s, and Kim snorts.

“We shouldn’t bet on them, that’s rude.”

“Wasn’t a no.” Trini watches her with an arched eyebrow, and Kim has to keep telling herself she does not find it attractive. Not at all. If only gorgeous, irreverent, angry people weren’t exactly her type.

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Newsies Christmas please? Race gives up cigars and gambling for a bit so he can afford to get the reader a present? But he doesn't tell anyone why he's doing it. Thanks!

“What are you doing?”

Race looks up from his second slice of bread, frowning at the frown on Romeo’s face. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ I’m eatin’ my lunch, Rome. Which is somethin’ you should be doin’ too.”

Romeo rolls his eyes and takes another bite of his bread. “Why don’t you got a cigar today?”

The older boy freezes for only a second before continuing to eat and and pretending nothing happened. “Just didn’t feel like it today.”

Romeo snorts disbelievingly. “You always feel like a cigar.”

“Shut up and eat your lunch.”
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Race’s fingers are beginning to freeze. It’s the week before Christmas, and his gloves could practically be fingerless after being worn down over the past three winters of working outdoors everyday. And his thin, brown jacket isn’t much help either.

But the small box cradles in his hands is worth it all.

He has been courting you, his beautiful (y/n), for almost two years now, and last year he wasn’t able to afford a Christmas present for you, or for your birthday. But this Christmas, he was determined.

Race hadn’t had one cigar since the middle of September.

All of the boys are suspicious, he knows that, but there’s no way he’d tell them it’s for a girl. He’s too stubborn for that. And he can’t wait to give you the gift he was able to buy with the money got from his own blood, sweat, tears, and love.

What he won’t tell you about are the sleepless nights and the shaking hands, itching for a cigar or just a cigarette to smoke. But he knows it’ll all be worth it to see that gorgeous smile on your face.

At that, he knocks on the front door of your quaint Queens house.

You open it within ten seconds, giving him a smile when you see it’s Race. “Hi, Race,” you start, “what are you doing here? Come on in.”

Race follows you inside, shuddering at the change of temper from bitter cold to homey warm. Your mother gives him a smile from the kitchen before retreating to your younger sibling’s room, obviously to give you both some privacy. He takes your hand and stops you before you can lead him to the living area.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay long. I gotta get back to da boys before it gets too cold.”

You nod. “I understand.” Race smiles at you, at your kindness and beauty, and you smile back. A long, but comfortable silence passes between the both of you, and you clear your throat, smoothing your hair down. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Oh.” Race steps back, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I, uh…I got ya somethin.’ For Christmas.”

“Race, you didn’t have to-”

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “I know, I know, but I wanted ta. We’ve been together for nearly two years now, and I still haven’t been able to get ya anythin.’”

You blush and squeeze his hand. “You don’t have to get me anything.”

Race rolls his eyes. “I know, and that’s one of the reasons I love ya so much. But I should be able ta pamper my girl. So I got you something.” He takes the small box out from behind his back and holds it out to you with a grin.

Your blue eyes squint at the box curiously before taking it, untying the golden ribbon with one simple pull. Then you peel apart the adorable badly wrapped box to see a small, thin white box with a white lid. Swallowing nervously, you open the top carefully and gasp.

Inside lays a simple silver chain with beautiful silver heart hanging on it. You look up at Race with wide blue eyes, and he looks down at his worn boots.

“I know it’s not much, and you deserve-”

“No, Race,” you take his hand and pull him forward to kiss his cheek softly, “it’s beautiful. I love it.”

He smiles. “You do?”

You nod, giggling at his excitement. “Yeah, I do.”

“Ah, good.” This time he leans forward and kisses your cheek. “Alright, I gotta go. Merry Christmas if I don’t see you, and,” he looks pointedly at your little (brother/sister)’s room, “tell your mom I said merry Christmas.”

You smile. “I will.” Then leaning forward, you take his cheek in one hand and kiss him on the lips softly. When you pull away, Race grins at you, and you blush. “Tell the boys merry Christmas from me too.”

Loving in the Dark- E.D. Imagine

He never liked to be told what to do. And he sure as hell didn’t like waiting. He was the kind of guy who takes what he wants when he wants it.

And I was no exception to that.

Everybody knew him. It would be hard not to; he’s the talk of the town, the kind of boy your parents warn you to stay away from. The boy who rode his motorcycle everywhere, even though he had multiple cars (his parents just loved to spoil him). He was never seen without his jacket- The dark washed jean jacket that most speculated he stole from one of his victims after they failed at giving him the drugs he wanted- and that damn cocky, smirk.

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, may I introduce to you, The Dashing, Bad Boy debonair; Ethan Grant Dolan.

“Y/n, get ya head outta the gutter, and get ready to take their order.” Frank yelled from the kitchen. My hands shook as I smoothed down my black and white uniform- the one that matched the black and white leather seats to Franks Diner.

I tried to calm my breathing as I approached the booth. It was filled with teenagers adorned in black leather jackets, slicked dark hair, and drowsy eyes.

“E-excuse me, sir?” One of the guys looked up at me, the smile vanishing from his face, as he took a drag from the cig. “There’s no smoking in here.” The guy laughed, his half lidded eyes looking around the table, at the other three occupants, two girls and another guy. The two girls cackled, and gave me dirty looks.

The man took the cigarette out of his mouth, and blew the smoke in my face. I tried not to flinch, or cough in front of them. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of getting to me.

“C'mon, Leo. Leave the girl alone, and put the fucking cig out.” The other guy said. My eyes widened as I finally looked at him clearly, instantly recognizing the dark washed jean jacket, that didn’t match the other three leather jackets, but looked better, scarier in fact.

Leo shot me a glare, the bags under his eyes bloodshot eyes made his face look hallowed in, and older, when he was only around my age. I knew these guys from school, I just never really took the interest into finding out what their names where.

Except I already knew who he was. The boy in the jean jacket. Everybody did. He was Ethan Dolan.

Leo took his cigarette and placed it into an empty basket of fires that my one of coworkers was holding as they passed the table. My coworker Beatrice turned around with a glare, but didn’t complain.

“Thank you.” I cleared my throat. “Can I start you all off with something to drink?” No one was paying attention to my words, all of them caught up their phones, or in one girls case, her fingernails. My eyes met Ethan’s, and he sighed at the pitiful emotions, I’m sure I was showing in my face.

“We’ll take four vanilla milkshakes, and a basket of fries.” Ethan said in a disinterested voice. I quickly wrote down their order, my ponytail bobbing as I nodded my head.

“Anything else?” I asked quietly.

One of the girls who was practically sitting in Ethan’s lap raised her hand. “I want a chocolate milkshake, instead of vanilla.” She turned her head towards Ethan, her thumb hovering over his bottom lip. “You know I love chocolate, baby.” She muttered, probably intending for only him to hear.

“Right. Just get her a chocolate one, then.” He brushed the girl off in disinterest, and I nodded my head once again, and left the table as quickly as I could.

“Here’s the order, Frank.” I handed him my slip of paper, and he noticed my shaking hand.

“You alright out there? Want me to take your place?” Frank was my aunts second husband, but was more like a father to me. I lived with him and my aunt, and worked here after school. He’s always been there for me, and the fact that he knew how frightened I was made me grin.

“No thanks, uncle Frankie, I’m fine.” He rolled his eyes at the nickname I gave him when I was just a child, and began making the order.

As I waited, I eyed the table of Leathers. That’s what the kids at my school call them, anyway. The two girls were typing away on their phones, not paying attention to the clearly heated discussion between Leo and Ethan. Their heads were leaned in close across the table, and it looked like Ethan was reprimanding Leo about something. They gestured wildly, hands flying around the air, and mid sentence, Ethan caught me staring.

I blushed as he narrowed his eyes at me, and before he had the chance to do anything, I disappeared into the kitchen.

“Let me help you with that order, Uncle Frankie.” I told him, and I grabbed the three vanilla milkshakes that were already done, and placed them onto a round tray, while I waited for the chocolate one and, the fries to be finished.

“You look flushed. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just-” I stopped short as he gave me knowing look. “I know those kids. They’re from my school.” I nodded my head in the general direction of their table.

Frank nodded his head, as he darted his hands off with a towel. “Oh, I see.” He smirked. “They’re all a bunch of trouble makers, eh?”

“Uncle Frankie,” I laughed, throwing the towel at him.

“I wen to school once, too. I know their type. The uh, the ‘I don’t care, I wear leather jackets, and do drugs to look cool’, type. Their all a bunch of greasers. Don’t let ‘em get to ya, kid.” He bumped his shoulder against mine, and I nodded taking his words to memory.

I shouldn’t let them get to me. I mean, after all, what could they do to me?

I carried their order out, making sure not to drop the round tray that I carried with both hands. I set their milkshakes down in front of them, with the basket of fires in the middle of the table, and placed the tray under my arm.

“Will that be all for you?” They all shook their heads as they devoured the basket of fires within seconds, and slurped noisily at their milkshakes.

I served a few more tables after that, the diner was mostly filled with older folks at this late hour, looking for coffee and something to fill their sweet tooth’s. When I approached the table of Leathers, and handed them their check, none of them acknowledged me. I gathered their dirty cups, and and the empty basket, and watched as they all got up to leave.

My shoulder bumped into Ethan’s as I tried to slip past them, and to their table to wipe it down. All four of them were standing in front of me, blocking my path.

“You know, with the right haircut, and some heels, you wouldn’t look too shabby.” One of the girls commented, as she punched a stand of my ponytail between her fingers.

“O-oh, thank you?” I wasn’t sure if it was a complement or not, but I didn’t want to be rude.

“C'mon, Lacey.” The girl who ordered the chocolate milkshake tugged the second girl, Lacey, towards the exit.

Leo chewed on a toothpick, his bright blue eyes lazily looking me up and down.
He made like he was going to walk past me, but stopped right beside me, so he could look down on me from the side.

“Not bad.” He muttered, and then he was joining the two girls outside, a cigarette already in his mouth .

I scoffed, and pushed my way past Ethan, who was still standing in front of me. I felt his eyes bore into my neck as I scrubbed at the messy table, my hair falling into my face.

“Don’t listen to them.” He said under his breath. I almost didn’t hear it, he spoke so softly. I looked at him over my shoulder, only to be met with a hard stare.

“You’re perfect.” And with that he turned on his heel, and left the diner.

*

After the day at the diner, it was hard not to notice him. He stuck out like a sore thumb at football games, as everyone else wore blue and white to represent our schools colors, but he wore his signature jean jacket.

He leaned against the brick wall of the concession stand, a Leather by his side exchanging hushed words, and side glances. I watched as Ethan handed the Leather something in a yellow packet, and was handed a roll of money that he quickly shoved into his jacket pocket. He looked around his surroundings, and said something to the man beside him. They parted ways, and Ethan turned to leave.

This whole thing was so suspicious. My mind couldn’t help but jump to the conclusion that he was selling drugs or something along those lines.

I couldn’t concentrate on the game, nor that I would know what was going on anyway. My mind was too focused in Ethan. He could be a nice guy. The other day was proof of that.

Right, you mean when he called you perfect? I thought.

The game ended soon after that, and I trudged towards my little Volkswagen Beetle that was waiting for me in the parking lot. My car was parked directly under the street light, and the golden hues of light rained down on the dark figure that leant against my car.

“Um…hey.” My heart raced as I greeted him. He smirked, and his hand disappeared into his jacket pocket before reappearing with a huge wad of money.

“I know you were watching.” He stated, as he watched me gape like a fish out of water. “You’re always watching.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know-”

“Save it.” He held up his hand to stop me.

“I won’t tell anyone,” I shuffled in my place, uncomfortable under his lazy gaze.

“Oh, I know.” He pushed off of my car, and watched as I reached out for the door handle of the drivers side. He held the door closed with one hand, and trapped me against the car with the other.

“You’re a good girl.” He winked. I felt my face hear up as a blush filled my cheeks. I didn’t even have the words to tell him to go screw himself.

He was already gone.

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A.N.- Heyo! There’s a little taste of bad boy Ethan, let me know if you liked it. If I get enough comments, I might just do a part two.

Superspeed- Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request// @jimfromsales Hey there! Could you do a story where Peter meets a girl who can duplicate powers, so she gets his power and then ends up being faster than him, and then he finds out that she also has ADHD? (So she talks really fast already, can’t stay focused on one thing for a long time, overly excitable, etc.)

A/N: Based on the requestor’s description of the Reader’s ability, I pulled inspiration from Rogue, another X-Men character, mutation and decided the reader’s power would work by taking on another’s mutation when they make skin to skin contact with that person. Also I’m so sorry if this didn’t quite meet expectations I worked on it for a long time and still aren’t completely satisfied. I hope you all enjoy it nevertheless. 

Originally posted by future-mrs-rogers-peterm

You were taking it all in, the large stone mansion behind you, the wide courtyard you currently stood in, and the rolling hills of green grass spread before you. The place was incredible, and the fact that you had finally found others like you, only added to its greatness. All these mutants, all in one place, all allowed to be themselves, you could barely wrap your head around the idea.

There were a few kids wandering around outside laughing and walking together. Most of others were in class, Charles, had allowed you to go off and explore the mansion on your own, after a brief tour with him. You were grateful for how kind and accepting he’d been towards you. 

You took a seat on the stone ledge of the wall overlooking the yard. You swung your feet a bit, lost in your own thoughts. You were incredibly eager to start classes and meet the students, to learn about others abilities and make new friends. It was all so new and exciting. 

Suddenly a voice behind you brought you back to reality.

“Hey there!” You turned around quickly coming face to face with a silver haired boy. He had a wide grin painted on his face and lopsided goggles positioned on his head. You quickly gathered his favorite color was silver, apparent by his flashy shoes and metallic looking leather jacket. “Peter Maximoff, you must be the new girl.” He held out his hand for you to shake. 

“(Y/N),” you replied, eyeing his hand warily.

“Not one for handshakes?” he raised an eyebrow.

“No it’s just-” 

“That’s cool, I’m not much of a handshake guy either, just thought maybe you were so I thought I’d give it a try, but it’s all good.”

“Ya,” you laughed a little at his ramble of thoughts. He spoke quickly as if afraid he wasn’t going to get all of his words out. It reminded you of yourself. Normally you were the one speaking a mile a minuet. 

“So (Y/N),” he hopped up on the wall to sit beside you, swinging his feet as well, “how are you liking the school so far.” 

“it’s amazing,” you smiled at him, “everyone here is so friendly, and it’s so cool to be in one place with this many mutants…” you cut yourself off afraid you were talking to much or too quickly, you did that a lot. Peter however seemed to enjoy it completely, he sat watching you intently. “I mean I haven’t seen everything yet,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m still looking around, this place is pretty big.”

“Hey I can help with that,” he hopped up eagerly standing up.

“Oh, ok,” you smiled, standing as well, his excitement was contagious. 

“Alright where to first?” He paused for a moment, thinking, “the library,” he decided, answering his own question. 

“Sounds good, you laughed.”

“Okay, you may want to close your eyes,” He snapped his goggles on.

“What aren’t we just walking?” You looked at him questioningly, confused by his statement. 

“No way,” he huffed as if this was obviously, “okay get ready.” He stepped towards you placing a hand on the back of your neck to steady you.

“Wait-” you tried to protest the minuet he touched you, but it was too late and a second later, before you even knew what happened you were in a new place. “What-how?” You looked around you at the books lining the shelves, you’d gone from the courtyard to the library in the blink of an eye. 

“Pretty cool huh?” He raised an eyebrow at you and smirked, clearly proud of himself.

“That was amazing,” oddly you felt like your mind was working faster than ever.

“Superspeed.” 

“Oh shit-” it felt like your whole body was in overdrive, mind racing, hands shaking a bit, you could barely focus, how did Peter live like this?

“Hey are you alright, you don’t look so good ya know,” Peter was watching you carefully.

“Y-ya it’s, just t-that well, my mutation, when I make physical contact with another mutant, I get their powers for a certain amount of time, and I think I may have inherited your superspeed,” the words tumbled out of your mouth quickly. You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache coming on. 

“What?!” Peter exclaimed excitedly, “that’s so fucking-wow thats cool,” a wide grin was plastered on his face.

“Not exactly the word I’d use,” you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, finally feeling a bit more in control.

“Oh my god because you know having this mutation, there hasn’t been anyone who can keep up, but shit now you can, this is gonna be a good time, what should we do first, race around the mansion-Oh I know we can go to the store, you wouldn’t believe the stuff you can get away with if your going fast enough…” He laughed, lost in thought. You were nodding your head quickly to his string of words.

“I-I feel like I can barely focus,” you hadn’t even noticed you were tapping your foot against the ground, “I mean sometimes I struggle to concentrate on a certain things or fidget, but this is like a whole other level.” 

“Hey, hey,” Peter placed both his hands on your shoulders, “just breath, try to think about one thing, like the temperature of the room, or the weather, or me talking to you.” You closed your eyes testing Peter’s advice.

“okay,” you said slowly, opening your eyes again to meet his.

“Better,” he smiled.

“Better,” you returned a grin.

“So…” He looked at questioningly.

“So let’s test this out,” you grinned excitedly.

“Alright, last one to the courtyard buys lunch,” he held out his hand for you to shake.

“Deal,” you grinned and took off running. 

Responsible//Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  “I want to forget what its like being a responsible adult. You make me want to be irresponsible.” - a quote request for Sirius x reader please ❤️

“I want to forget what its like being a responsible adult. You make me want to be irresponsible.”


The night falls, unnoticed by Y/N, her hand stained with black ink, hurriedly scrawling her charms homework onto a worn piece of parchment. Her brows are furrowed in a frown, and every few moments, an agitated sigh escapes her lips. Her glower doesn’t fade as she dips her quill into the small bottle of ink, a loud groan sounding once she realises there is none left. Frustrated, she drops the quill on the polished wooden desk and falls back in her chair. She puts her face in her hands, and lets her eyelids close, only for a moment.


“Tired, are we?” a voice prompts her eyes to open wide, her vision blurred for the first few moments. A few blinks later, she makes out the shape of Sirius Black, a smug grin on his handsome face. She shakes her head lightly, chasing away the light sleep she’d just been woken from. She looks up at him, squinting slightly, her voice silent and raspy as she speaks.

“What time is it?”

“9:30,” he says with a chuckle, a confused look spreading over his face when he sees the y/e/c eyes widen and the girl before him begins fumbling with her things, shoving everything into her bag carelessly. His confusion soon morphs into amusement as she grabs her bag, soon pulled back by the strap that remains stuck to the table’s corner, cursing in annoyance. 

“Where’s the fire?” the boy speaks lazily, handing her a quill he’d unnoticeably picked up as she attempted to rush off. She snatches it from him, narrowing her eyes.

“I slept through an hour that I could have spent studying for the N.E.W.T.s,” she responds, clearly frustrated, “and now I have to study another hour when I’m back in the common room, which means I’ll go to sleep late, which means I’ll be tired in the morning, which means I won’t be able to pay atte–”

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Strong, Chapter 1: First Impressions

Welcome! :)

I’m so happy to be here, writing another multi chapter fic for you lovely people.

So, without further ado:

This is completely AU. No Jason murder, no events of S1. Jughead is a born and raised South-Sider, he knows no such thing as an Archie, Veronica or Betty. (Not for long!) He does know fellow South-Sider, Cheryl though ;)

God, I’m so excited to write these characters. I really wanted to write JB, and Gladys also. You may have some questions after the first chapter, but hold on, they shall be answered.

*DISCLAIMER* I know absolutely nothing of the American school system, so please just take it with a grain of salt as it is more than likely not accurate. I’m not American, hence ‘Mum’. Although I’ve read so many fics with 'Mom’ I almost slipped up a couple times! Ha.

Also edited myself so sorry for any mistakes!!

Also posting this from mobile so sorry for the no read more break, and anything else that could potentially go wrong with this shitty app.

Aaaaand I think that’s all! Enjoy, buggies. ❤️

Read on AO3!; http://archiveofourown.org/works/11748321/chapters/26476650

<b>Summary:<\b><i>Betty Cooper swore she only signed up to tutor a young girl from South Side High, and definitely not for what followed.

And Jughead Jones didn’t sign up for anything.

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It was sunny out.

And Betty thought the temperature was high enough to warrant the black denim high waisted shorts she had changed into, paired with a simple white tank top she tucked in. As she turned herself in front of her bedroom mirror, she spared a thought to how her Mother would disapprove. <i>'Far too much skin, Elizabeth.’ </i>A smirk grew on her face. Well, she wasn’t home from work in time to scorn her choice of clothing today. And in a last minute act of rebellion Betty didn’t even grab a cardigan as she popped her feet into a pair of converse, tightened her ponytail, and left the house. 

Her phone started to buzz in her back pocket. She reached for it as she continued her journey to Pops. It was nearly August and the warmer weather was coming to an end. Which meant that Summer Break was also, and Betty had put her name forward for a “Big Sister” volunteer programme at a school on the other side of town, Southside High. She was hoping this is what the phone call was about. It was basically after school tutoring for any student who was put forward, Betty had done it last year with a different young girl and she was looking really looking forward to it again. Regardless of <i>'how good it looks on a college application’ </i>, in her Mothers words. 

Not that it mattered. Betty already had early acceptance to the Medill school of Journalism at Northwestern, starting in the Spring Semester. Chicago was far enough for Betty to gain some independence, but not far enough that she couldn’t visit often. 

“Hello, Elizabeth Cooper speaking.” She answered, always polite, always the full name if the number was unknown.

“Hi, Elizabeth? This is Gladys Jones. I’m ringing in regards to the Big Sister programme at South Side High. How are you?” The voice through the phone sounded maternal, and younger than Betty had expected. 

“This is she, but Betty is fine. I’m well, thank you Mrs Jones. I’m glad to be hearing from you.” And she was, it was genuine. Betty loved to offer a hand to any student who wanted to better themselves. 

“Well, Betty, I’m glad to be calling. I was shown a few profiles from some of the volunteers, and yours stood out to me the most. You seem to have a wide range of curricular, extra and otherwise.” Betty smiled on the other end of the phone, she did look awfully good on paper. “And I was hoping, if you haven’t already been snatched up of course, that you would buddy up with my daughter." 

"I would love too, Mrs Jones, thank you for considering me.” She smiled while checking the road to cross. 

“Of course.  Would you like to come over tomorrow and meet myself and JB? Say around 4pm? I will be home from work then" 

"Yes, definitely, I’ll see you both then. I look forward too it.” Betty replied. 

“As do I, Betty. I’ll send you through our address, and I’ll see you then. Thanks again." 

She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face after the phone call had ended, and it still resided there as she walked through the front door at Pops, the ding of the bell alerting her arrival to her best friends. 

"There she is, my own personal ray of sunshine. I took the liberty of ordering your usual for you.” Veronica nodded at the vanilla milkshake that was waiting for Betty as she slide into their usual booth opposite her and Archie. She smiled at Veronica in thanks. “And what, or who, has gotten into you to make you look so happy, huh?" 

"V, honestly.” She joked, rolling her eyes. “I actually just got off the phone with the Mother of a Southside High student about the Big Sister programme. She wants to meet me tomorrow.” She explained, taking a sip of her shake. 

“Oh that’s cool, Betty.” Archie chimed in, smiling across the booth at Betty. “I remember how much you enjoyed that last year." 

"Thanks, Arch.” She returned his smile and gave a thought back to other things he probably didn’t remember from last year. Or chose not too. Like her unrequited feelings of what she thought was love towards him, but turned out to just be a silly childish obsession gone on too long. As soon as she had seen Archie with Veronica, she was simply happy for the both of them. There was no jealousy, and Betty found relief in finally letting go of that Andrews fantasy. Besides, Veronica was such a permanent fixture in Bettys own day to day life now that she would not have it any other way. 

Even if that meant being the third wheel more often than not when there was no one else to act as a buffer. 

“Well, that’s less risque than I was hoping. But, you are the true star of Riverdale after all, Betty Cooper. What will this town do without you?” Veronica was only half joking. “What will I do without you!” She reached across the table to take Betty’s hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. 

“Chicago really isn’t that far from NY, V. We will see each other all the time, I promise.” Betty squeezed back in return. 

“Oh, I will make sure of it. Daddy’s jet will be getting so much use it won’t know what hit it.” Archie sniggered at how pretentious she had sounded, and Betty couldn’t help but join in. Veronica waved her hand in dismissal and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. “Oh Archie, please, don’t act as though you haven’t been begging me to take you on your first flight." 

Now Betty was laughing in Archie’s direction, the look on his face one of a boyfriend who just got shut down by his own, entitled girlfriend. The sound of their laughing was cut off by the ding of the bell above the door again, Archie watching the group who just walked in over Betty’s shoulder. 

"Those Serpent wannabe kids do hang out here a lot lately.” His eyes were trained on the leather jackets of the group as they made their way to the back corner booth. “I wish they would fuck off, they give me the creeps.” Betty shot him a dirty look. 

“Jeez, Arch, louder for those in the back please.” But the curiously had gotten the better of Betty as she glanced quickly over her shoulder into the back corner of the diner. It was the same group as always, 3 boys and the red headed girl. One of the boys, Betty had noticed, never seemed to be without his grey beanie, detailed to look like a crown. It stood out against the harsh of his leather jacket, and she wondered how the two fit together. 

“They might be scum but those jackets make them super hot, right Betty?” Veronica asked, watching the group with hungry eyes. 

“They aren’t scum, V.” Was all Betty would reply, she refused to admit that there was something about the leather that did make them seem more attractive. Unattainably  so. The attitude that seemed to come with the jacket probably helped the cause. They looked miserable, all the time, Betty thought as she looked back toward her friends. Especially the one with the beanie. She wondered if it was part of the act. 

“Say, Archiekins, do you think if I got you a leather jacket like that, you would swap it out for you letterman? Just for a night or two, just for me?” Veronica made eyes at her boyfriend, the way she held the straw in her mouth more than enough to imply exactly what she meant. 

“Only if you wear one to match, and nothing else." He winked.

"Okay, guys, ew!” Betty pulled a face, covering her ears with her hands. This was the kind of thing that made her resent being a third wheel. She could handle watching them try and eat each other’s faces off, but sex talk? No thanks. She didn’t get paid enough for that. “There’s a minor present." 

Archie threw his arm around Veronica’s shoulder as they laughed, pulling her closer to him. "You’ll get there, Betty.” Archie joked. Betty just rolled her eyes at the both of them and quickly finished her milkshake. 

“Well, there won’t be any leather jackets, that’s for sure.” She shimmied her way down the bench to exit the booth. “And on that note, I’m going home. I need to get some more reading done in advance for school, seeing as I’ll have just less time when the new term starts up with this tutoring." 

"B, you just got here! You bore.” Veronica sighed, her mouth shaped in an exaggerated pout. To anyone else it would seem condescending, but not to Betty. She knew Veronica well enough to know she always meant well.

“Bye guys, I’ll text you later, V.” She climbed from the booth and walked backward toward the door, waving at her friends. Just as she turned back she walked into something hard. And leather. It was the chest of one of the serpent group, one of the beanie less boys. “Shit, sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She offered the boy a forgiving smile. He wasn’t much taller than Betty, his jet black hair quiffed back from his face. 

“That’s okay, darlin’.” He looked her up and down, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’ll watch for you instead." 

"Oh Joaquin, please.” The red head rolled her eyes, but was watching Betty with a look she couldn’t quite grasp. Her lips were blood red, matching her hair, and her arms were crossed right across her chest. And even though she was shorter than Betty, the look she was giving made her feel small. “We all know she’s not your type." 

Betty faked a laugh, but she could feel the colour creeping into her cheeks. And she figured you could see it, at least the rest of the group who were stood behind this guy definitely could. She gave him another smile before getting out of there as fast as she could without running. She could feel all their eyes burning into the back of her head. 


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It was 3.30 the next afternoon, and Betty was yet again stood in front of her bedroom mirror. But this time she was dressed just how her mother approves. Dark blue jeans, and a pastel pink sweater with a white collar. 

"Elizabeth, downstairs quickly! You don’t want to be late. Punctuation is key!” Betty rolled her eyes at her Mother, but did as she was told. With one more tight tug of her pony, she slipped her feet into a pair of black ballet flats and hurried down the stairs. Alice Cooper, her overbearing, ever concerned, painfully punctual Mother was already waiting for her at the front door. She was tapping her foot, and giving Betty a look that she was all too familiar with. 

“Sorry, Mum.” she murmured as she slipped past her out the front door, avoiding her gaze. As she walked to the car, she could hear her Mother muttering as she followed. 

“It’s not just you that would look bad, Elizabeth. It would also fall back on us, your parents.” Her tone was condescending, and Betty was all too familiar with the words that fell from her Mothers tongue. “Would you want to disappoint us like that? Like your sister?” Betty could feel her fingers curling into her palm, her nails itching to break skin. She shook it off, stretching her fingers before opening the door and climbing into the car. 

“Mum, it only takes 15 minutes to drive to South Side. We have plenty of time.” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, purposely looking straight ahead to stare at the garage door. Alice sighed as she sat in the drivers seat, angling her body to face Betty and tilting her head in concern. 

“Are you taking your medication, Elizabeth?” There was that tone again, always with that tone. If she actually paid any attention at all to her daughter, she may have noticed that Betty hadn’t been taking any of her medication in weeks. Months, for that matter. Betty would hold the pills under her tongue until she had opportune moment to spit them out again.  With everything that had happened with Polly, both of her parents had been rather distant lately. But that didn’t mean Betty wasn’t still nagged at every minute they were around. She continued to ignore  Alice, averting her eyes to stare out at the front garden through the car window. “Answer me, Elizabeth.”  

“Yes, Mother.” Betty finally answered through gritted teeth. “Twice a day every day.” She heard her Mum sigh beside her. 

“We just want the best for you, sweetie. We want you to be your best.” She was being genuine, but that didn’t make it any easier for Betty to swallow. It was never about what she wanted. It was just about how good she could make her parents look. Alice reached out her hand to rest on the side of Betty’s arm, an attempt at being sincere. Betty turned to her Mother, a fake smile plastered on her mouth. 

“Thanks, Mum. But we need to leave.” She nodded to the clock on the dashboard that now showed the time as 3.35pm. “Punctuation is key!” She mocked. Now it was Alice’s turn to roll her eyes as she turned in her seat and started the engine. They were backed out of the drive and on their way before Alice spoke again. 

“Look, Betty. I know sometimes we are hard on you. But, but after Polly, can you blame us?” <i>Can you blame her?</i> Betty thought. No wonder she threw it all in and ran half way across the world. Polly had needed her freedom, she wanted to make her own life decisions, and Betty was starting to understand that more every day. “We gave your sister everything. She had every option she could have wanted, and yet she threw it all back on our faces.” Alice’s voice had started to falter, and Betty knew talking about Polly made her upset. 

“Mum, I’m not Polly.  Please don’t get upset.” She glanced in her Mothers direction. “I’m just nervous, okay?” Which wasn’t a complete lie. She needed to make a good impression today, although that wasn’t an entirely new concept. She had been taught that first impressions were everything. Alice looked at Betty in her peripheral and offered a light smile that didn’t touch her eyes. 

“You’ll do great, Betty. You always do. Just remember, chin up. Don’t slack.” Betty unfolded her arms in favour of wringing her hands together. They had driven over the rail bridge that separated the North and South sides of Riverdale, which meant they would be arriving to the Jones’ shortly. Betty could feel her hands slick with sweat, but she tried to push away her anxious thoughts. She had done this before, and as long as the girl wasn’t a complete nightmare she knew she could handle it. Betty thrived off of helping others. 

“It’s this next left, Mum.” Betty directed Alice down the right street, eyes squinting to read the numbers on the letterboxes. “It’s number 44 so it’s on my side.”  The neighbourhood was nice, it looked as though the street could blend in just fine on the other side of the tracks. 

“These houses are much tidier than where I dropped you last year. Thank god." Alice Cooper, the queen of laying judgment. She pulled into the driveway once they had reached the right house. Alice turned to Betty in her seat once again, reaching out her hand to dust off Betty’s shoulder. "Now, do well. And call me when you need me or your Father to pick you up.”

“I could get the bus, Mum. It’s just down the road an -”

“God, no. I don’t want you walking around here on your own. If anything comes up, I’ll ask Archie to get you.” Alice smiled a small smile at her daughter. 

“Okay, thanks Mum. I’ll call you later.” Betty offered a smile in return , opened the car door and climbed out. She knew her Mother would wait until she was in the front door before she left, so Betty took in the house quickly as she walked to the door. It was lovely, and looked well kept. There was a red Mazda CX3 in the drive, which was a sight in itself. Obviously this family had money. Betty took a deep breath before raising her fist and knocking on the door. 

The woman who answered the door was younger than Betty was expecting, yet again. Or maybe she just looked that way. Gladys Jones was of a similar height to Betty, her black hair fell just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes were striking. 

“Betty? Hi, please, come in.” Gladys pulled the door open wide, holding her arm out to welcome her in. Betty stepped foot through the front door into the kitchen, which was open plan with the living room. Everything was white and bright, and there was a young girl sat at the island in the kitchen. The girl, with hair longer than her Mothers but the same exact colour, smiled a dazzling smile at Betty. 

“This is JB, and I’m Gladys.” The older woman says, moving around to stand behind her daughter, her hands grasping thr girls shoulders. “Welcome. Can I get you a drink of something?" 

"A water would be lovely, thanks.” Betty moved around the island and perched on the stool next to JB. She smiled down at the young girl, and she noticed that her eyes were the same deep sea blue as her Mothers. She smiles a thanks at Gladys as she puts the glass in front of Betty. “Hi, JB. I’m Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Betty. Is JB a nickname?” The girl offered Betty a shy smile. She must be around 13, Betty thought. 

“It stands for Jellybean.” She answered, ducking her head a little. Betty looked up at Gladys, who just shrugged her shoulders and laughed. “Which is still a nickname, anyway.”

“Her Dad fought a hard case, and she won’t tell you her real one unless she trusts you with her life.” Gladys smiled, and Betty noticed the lines at the corner of her eyes. She was beautiful, but she looked tired. And not tired like she didn’t have enough sleep the night before, but more like she had been exhausted for a long time. Betty commended herself on how she could read people. “Well, I’m going to go and sort out some washing, how about you two get to know each other some more.” She ruffled JB’s hair as she walked passed them, leaving the kitchen into the laundry attached. 

“You know,” Betty nudged JB’s shoulder with her own, “I’m going to make it my goal to get your real name out of you. I’ll prove you can trust me, JB.” She offered the young girl a warm smile, that was returned ten fold. “So, tell me, whats your favourite subject in school?" 

"Science.” Jellybeans face lit up, and then it was hard for Betty to get a word in. Not that she minded. She told her all about her school, her friends, how her 14th birthday was coming up and she didn’t know if she was allowed to invite boys to her house just yet but one of her best friends was a boy. She told her how her teachers always compared her to her brother and she hated it. 

“Your brother?” Betty asked, her interest peaked. She had gotten the impression that it was just JB and Gladys, but then again, this house was awfully big for just the two of them. Betty was trying to pick up as much information she could without directly asking, rather waiting for JB to when she felt comfortable.  "Does he go to school with you?“

"He’s in senior year, same as you I think?” Betty nodded at JB. “He’s a shit head in school, and all the teachers think I’ll be a chip off the old block." 

"Oh, well that’s not fair.” Betty was taken a back a little by how easy JB had sworn, but she had to remind herself that just because she still couldn’t say the word crap in her parents house without some alarm going off didn’t mean it was the same for everyone else. Jellybean just shrugged.

“It’s okay, he’s not a shit head to me.” She smiled, spinning herself side to side on her stool. “He’s my big brother, he’s the best.” Betty felt warmth in her chest, the way that JB felt towards her brother was the same that she felt with Polly. 

“That’s nice, JB.”
 
“Him and Mum don’t get along that well, but..” Jellybean trailed off, catching herself before she spilled all their Jones family secrets to this girl she has just met. Sure, Betty was nice and seemed understanding, but JB liked her and didn’t want to scare her away. This house was a good facade for how much they were a South Side family, through and through. 

“I know what thats like.” Betty nudged her shoulder, realising that JB didn’t want to carry on with that sentance just yet. “My Sister and Parents definitely do not see eye to eye.” Jellybean gave Betty a small smile in gratitude, and was about to ask about her sister when she heard the distinct rumbling of a motorbike coming into the street. 

“Speak of the devil.” Jellybean joked. Betty turned her head toward the window, watching a dark figure park up in the driveway on a motorbike.

“What’s your brothers name, dare I ask?” Was all Betty had time to ask before he made his way through the front door.

“Jughead.” Jellybean answered Betty, and announced his arrive at the same time. As the boy took off his helmet, Betty was shocked to realise it was the beanie wearing serpent from Pops. As if in time with her thoughts, Jughead reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled the hat onto his head. He walked around the behind Betty to Jellybean, ruffling her hair on his way to the fridge.

“Hey, Kid. Where’s Mum?” He asked, not really taking any notice of Betty. She couldn’t help but feel slightly flustered, especially after how much she floundered after the interaction she had with him and the rest of his gang yesterday.

“Doing laundry, you’re safe.” She joked, smiling at her brother.

“Good.” He opened the milk and drank straight from the carton, something Betty found kind of gross. He raised his eyes brows in her direction, a question to his sister.

“Oh, this is Betty. She’s my tutor for the new term, for after school.” Jellybean turned to look at Betty sat beside her. “This is Jughead.” Betty smiled at him.

“Another nickname, I’m presuming?” God, why did she ask that. Like it was any of her business. She could feel the flush rising in her cheeks. Jughead just gave her a sly smile while he screwed the lid back on the milk. This was the most she had gotten to look at him properly, not just from the far corner of the diner. He was good looking, that she wouldn’t deny. He had a sharp jaw, and those blue eyes that seemed to be a Jones trait. She also couldn’t help but notice his hands, the way they grasped the bottle.

“It’s far better than the alternative, trust me.” He shut the fridge door, making to pick up his helmet on his way to the hall that on the opposite side of the kitchen. “I’ve seen you
around, at Pops.” Betty was slightly shocked, she didn’t really think she was someone Jughead would notice. His eyes were trained on her now, and she suddenly hated the fact that she blushes so easily.

“Yeah, I’m there a lot with my friends.” She smiled at him, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“That’s it, you’re always third wheeling with that ginger kid and his rich girlfriend, right?” He snarked, a smirk on his face. Betty dropped her smile, his comment kind of pissed her off. She knew she was a third wheel, she didn’t need others pointing it out for her.

“Didn’t realise I was that obvious.” She shot back, a sharp tone to her voice.

“Sometimes, to me.” He still had a smirk on his face, and Betty couldn’t help but find herself enjoying his face. Her heart was beating a little faster, had he really noticed her? He looked her up and down before he spoke again. “When you’ve got those legs out.” He winked, before turning around and walking into the hall.

“Jug! Can you not!” Jellybean called out to her brother, shaking her head in shame. She shot an apologetic look to Betty. “Sorry, told you he was a shit head.”

“It’s okay.” Betty laughed. And as much as she probably wouldn’t admit it, she had kind of enjoyed those comments. It usually wasn’t her who got hit on, that normally fell to Veronica. But she kind of liked it. Or maybe she just liked the way he looked at her. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of those thoughts. Jughead was just a boy, this is just what they do. They liked to play games. Wasn’t it similar to what happened at Pops yesterday? She reminded herself. “Where were we?”

Betty had stayed for a little longer, Gladys came back and the three of them sat and talked. She turned down the invitation of dinner, claiming that her Mother would have already accounted for her, although in reality she wanted to avoid another run in with Jughead.

Later that night while she was trying to sleep, she convinced herself that he was just trying to irk her. He was in a gang after all, it was probably a territorial thing. She wouldn’t let some tiny little run in get to her, she was Betty Cooper after all.


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