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continental drift

(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)

It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.

He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.

Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.

He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.

The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.

So Nursey resolves to test it.

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Turning Me On

MASTERLIST

Request: Hi! Is it possible for you to write one where you and Shawn are dating and y/n is a Victoria’s Secret angel and Shawn goes to the show to support her and at the afterparty they mingle with everyone and he reveals to her how turned on he is about her performance and tells her everything he wants to do to her?

Word Count: 1,744

Turning Me On

“Shawn Mendes, welcome to the last Victoria’s Secret show this year” the interviewer said, sending me a plain smile.

“Thank you”

“Are you excited for this?”

“I am, really. I’ve never been to one before” I said, sending him another false but friendly smile.

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Open to Interpretation, Part 2: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: The masses asked for a sequel. So I give them… A SEQUEL!!!!!!!! Huge thanks to my best bitch @mr-musings for checking its perfect for ya’ll.

Warnings: The usual. Rough sex, breath play, voyeurism, age gap, inappropriate relationship, elements of DDLG.

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Read Part 1 HERE

You grossly underestimated how much pain you would be in after your late night meeting with Negan, despite this, you were in your car on your way to class. You’d resisted the urge to stay in bed to give in to another, the urge to drive Negan crazy during his lecture.

Dressed in a nice little ensemble that made you look the picture of a diligent college student, you parked up and joined the hordes of students walking towards the main building. You noticed you were getting a few looks from guys you’d seen around. You smirked to yourself, reassured in what you already knew; you looked good.

Just as you entered the hallway that professor Negan’s classroom was in, you felt a nudge and something warm being put in your hands. You grasp it without thinking and glance up, only to see professor Negan striding toward his room. He’d handed you a takeaway cup of coffee with a piece of paper taped to it. You pull it from the cup and unfold it.

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Vultures || Jihoon || Oneshot

Originally posted by soohuis

Word Count: 2418

Genre: witch!au, angst

Summary: Jihoon had always been proud of his power. He never resented it no matter what. It wasn’t until he met you that Jihoon felt he really was cursed.

Minghao // Mingyu // Wonwoo // Seungcheol //


One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.

— Beau Taplin


Since you were a child, you knew a witch. He was bright, rarely smiled, handsome, yet cold. He took care of you well though and protected you from the things he could and comforted you about the things he couldn’t. He was a good friend–one that you wouldn’t mind keeping for a lifetime. And this friend had a power, special to him as other witches had. It was the power to see death.

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 14

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 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18Part 19

It was 6:30 am, according the clock on the bedside table and Feyre’s mouth felt like the Sahara desert.  Rhys was lying on his side next to her, his shirt completely unbuttoned and his jeans unzipped. Feyre tried not to think about how she was completely topless and bloody freezing. For now, her main priority was to relieve the desperate urge to pee.

She threw her clothes back on and went on her mission of finding a toilet before trying to find the hideous turtle neck that she found dry on the bath, smelling disgustingly of Tequila. She put it on anyway, fighting her heavy limbs and overwhelming nausea to return to the bedroom -passing the door that Rhys had pinned her against last night - which thankfully seemed to be the guest bedroom. She didn’t think Helion would let them live it down if he found out that they had…done things in his parents’ room.

Rhys was still fast off - my kids sleep like the dead, Ines had put it. Attempting to see whether Rhys was cold she put her hand to his chest and found that he was most definitely unnaturally warm. She tried to convince herself that checking his temperature was the reason for trailing her fingers softly down his chest and not because she simply wanted to touch him.

Rhys’ eyes started to flicker and she withdrew her hand quickly, but had to sit down because her stomach suddenly lurched in protest.

“My god, is this what dying feels like?” Rhys groaned, rolling over on his back and wincing at the movement.

It suddenly hit her in that moment, of the aftermath that was likely to ensue. She couldn’t believe she had given Rhysand Spera a drunken blowjob. She had kissed him in front of everyone. Everyone at the party would know why they went upstairs and didn’t come back down. The mortification overwhelmed her so quickly that she wanted to bury a hole that was 10 feet deep and just lie in it.

Rhys seemed to notice her embarrassment immediately as he sat up, zipping up his jeans awkwardly.

“Hey-“

“Oh god gross, Velma and Fred got it on, this is some Scooby scandal.”

The pair whipped their heads to the door where Cassian was standing in the doorway looking rather drunk still. He wasn’t wearing a shirt or shoes, he had taken off his wig (replaced by Lucien’s pirate hat) and he was holding a broomstick. In the other hand he held a McDonalds bag.

Cassian then threw a box of chicken nuggets at them, “Here have some nuggs.”

Cassian’s feet then started moving towards the bed and he collapsed on it, face first, and Feyre winced as she heard the snapping of a broomstick. Their friend lifted his head up and realised he had also squished the brown paper bag.

“Fuck, not my nuggs.” He then proceeded to sit cross legged in front of them, delving in to his McDonalds bag and retrieving his squished chicken nuggets. Rhys caught her eye with a what the fuck look but she quickly looked away and she was suddenly grateful that Cassian had just barged in here in all his drunken glory. It meant that she didn’t have to face the flaming mortification that was running through her veins every time she looked at Rhys.

She had her mouth on his co-

“Are you alright Cass?” asked Rhys carefully. Cassian shook his head, his eyes were beginning to well up.

“I fucked up, man. I really fucked up.” He started sadly chewing on his misshapen food. She thought she might as well get settled if Cassian was going to pour secrets, so she brought her legs on the bed, crossing them like Cassian and eating her own chicken nuggets that he had thrown at them only a few seconds ago.

“I doubt you’ve done anything of the sort, brother,” said Rhys.

Cassian shook his head, “Nah, you don’t understand.” He then looked between Rhys and Feyre, his eyes wide. “Please tell me you wore a condom.”

Feyre felt like she must have resembled a strawberry and Rhys coughed awkwardly.

“…We were safe, Cass,” Rhys eventually said and Feyre was grateful that he didn’t say something like ‘nah man, didn’t go all the way, was just the stuff in between’.

“Thank god,” more tears dropped from Cassian’s eyes, “I love you guys, so much.”

Azriel was right, Cassian was the emotional drunk. Rhys looked to her to say, we need to get him home.

It was now a growing struggle to even make eye contact with Rhys and she hated herself for it. She wanted to go home, crawl into bed and dwell on her drunken decisions in misery by herself.

She couldn’t bear the thought of going to school Monday, the news of Feyre Archeron seen going up the stairs with Rhysand Spera  at the Halloween party that would probably make headline news considering that Rhys was Head Boy and was constantly in the lime light.

So, when Rhys told her that his mother would pick them up, Feyre declined his offer and called Nesta.

***

Nesta arrived in her dressing gown, a miserable scowl on her face.

“Do you know what time it is? It’s a damn Sunday,” she growled out as Feyre nearly fell into the passenger seat, standing up was an extreme effort when fighting dizziness, nausea, tiredness and regret.

“Sorry,” Feyre managed to mumble out, it was still quite dark out, dawn not having even broken yet, marking the start of November.

Eventually after a few minutes of listening to the positively energy inducing Sunday morning radio, Nesta said, “You got with a boy didn’t you?”

“What? How could you possibly tell?” Feyre spluttered.

“Because I know you more than you think. And you have a suspicious bruise on your neck.”

Feyre pulled at her turtle neck to find that Nesta was right. Damn it, Rhys.

“Rhys?” asked Nesta, and Feyre realised she actually verbalised her condemnation of Rhysand. “The kid who is head over heels in love with you?”

Feyre was far too hungover to even process the verity of that statement. “He’s not in love with me,” she mumbled, throwing her head back against the headrest, the motion of the car making the nausea grow worse with every turn.

Her older sister snorted, “Yeah and the sky isn’t blue.”

“It’s grey actually,” observed Feyre as she purposely opened her eyes to watch the oncoming storm.

Nesta turned a corner rather harshly making Feyre’s stomach lurch in protest.

Bitch.

“So, what did you do with him? Was it just an innocent make out, or did you go full out?” asked Nesta, a slight smile on her face. It was unfamiliar.

Her older sister had never asked about boys before. “Since when did you care about what I do with guys?” asked Feyre rather incredulously.

She shrugged, “It’s what sisters do, isn’t it? Talk about stupid things like boys.”

A drop of rain landed on the windscreen, and Feyre thanked the lord that it gave her the perfect excuse to stay in bed all day.

It felt strange to want to disclose things to her elder sister. The biggest secret that Feyre had told her sister was that the Tooth Fairy wasn’t actually real and Nesta had laughed herself hoarse at her 9 year old sister. Nesta had been a 13 year old witch then. But now, she wasn’t so bad.

“Not sex but…we did certain things.” Feyre thought she must have still been a little drunk.

Their house came into view, and Nesta pulled up with a sly smile. “Things, hm?” Her older sister made specific gestures in question and Feyre burst out laughing, indicating the ones that she most definitely did do last night with Rhys at the same time as covering her face that had no doubt grown exceptionally red.

Nesta brushed it off with wink before they both climbed out the car together.

It eased the embarrassment at least a little bit.

***

The halls buzzed with the usual petty gossip that bounced along the walls and floors to stretch throughout the entire school.

Every corner Rhysand turned he was faced with knowing looks from Seniors and he had to turn down a high five from a rugby player who told him, Feyre Archeron. Nice.

Well, it seemed everyone at the whole fucking party had seen him and Feyre escape upstairs.

Rhysand continued to do what he did best – pretending that everything was normal. Azriel walked beside him shooting menacing glares to anyone who gave him sly thumbs up. The football team including Tamlin were gathered at one corner, and it was almost eerie how they all ceased their conversations just to stand and watch them walk past with twisted grins on their faces. Only Tamlin’s mouth was set into a thin line.

If Cassian were here, he would probably propose a fist fight right there on the vinyl floors of the school halls but Cassian was at home, ill – hungover still, most probably, since he drank his body weight in alcohol. Ines wasn’t a pleased mother on Sunday and had expressed her anger by giving them plain pasta for dinner – completely plain, no sauce and not even salt.

He hadn’t spoken to Feyre since she told him she was getting Nesta to pick her up from Helion’s, and it kind of hurt him to see her avoid his gaze at every possible moment. It was quite obvious she was embarrassed. It wounded him even more so if she regretted it.

Because although Rhys regretted being drunk, he did not regret the things they did. A lot of it was hazy, but it was still imprinted on his mind and he had to get himself off last night just thinking about it. He hated himself for it, that now he had actually gained a physical memory to return to when he was sexually frustrated. He had been trying to get Feyre to text him back all day but to no avail.

The moment he saw her waiting in maths he let a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t that embarrassed to even arrive at school. He wondered whether she had experienced the same morning as he had.

She was doodling aggressively on her pink tinted paper and her face was flushed – probably from the hushed whispers from the bastards in the class who were obviously talking about them.

He noted that she was wearing her Wonder Woman t-shirt.

Taking his seat, he cleared his throat, attempting to catch Feyre’s undivided attention on her aggressive doodling.

Someone whistled and Rhys observed Feyre turn in on herself even more.

Fuck this, he was Head Boy. He had the authority to shut these idiots up.

“Anyone who believes insolent gossip must have inherited such feeble mindedness. Do something with your boring lives and get a bloody hobby,” Rhys announced, his voice laced with an undertone of threat. He watched as people turned back around in their seats, obviously ashamed at being called out by him. He noticed one of the football players however remained turned towards them, and they sent Rhys a malicious grin before turning back to the front to await their teacher.

He felt Feyre exhale shakily beside him.

“Feyre,” he said lowly. She remained staring at her pad, her doodle were in fact just harsh scribbles, like she was colouring her pink paper in black. “Please talk to me.”

Her voice was completely flat as she said, “Did you know I’ve been called a slut three times and a whore twice? And it’s only first period.”

Rhys’ blood boiled at the inequality of it all. Where Rhys was met with high fives, Feyre was ridiculed.

“Tell me who they are and I will report them to the board,” he assured, trying to offer her some justice.

She let out a little laugh, finally turning to look at him. Her eyes were empty and it pained him to see it. “It doesn’t matter. The thing is, it’s not even about what happened Saturday. Tamlin has started a rumour that I’ve slept with basically the entire football team, Lucien and now he’s claimed that I’m starting on you and that I probably will get on Cassian next. Or was it Azriel? I can’t remember,” she threw her hands up mock question. She leaned closer, “The thing is, you’re the third guy I’ve ever been with. Who I’ve ever even kissed.”

Tamlin must be truly hung over Feyre to start spreading such foul rumours. Rhys resisted every urge in his body to walk out of that door and wring his neck between his hands. Alas, Rhys must always resort to non-violent ways to ruin someones life. Thanks mum.

Feyre put her head in her hands. “I’m so stupid. This is my entire fault.”

A pang of guilt rang through him sharply.

“Feyre, no. None of this is your fault-“

Rhysand,” said Mr Johnson sharply. And Rhys was obliged to shut his mouth as he watched Feyre return to her colouring. The left side of her hand was being coated with lead but she continued to draw, sometimes making quick sketches of what seemed to be members of the football team to then be stabbed with doodle knives.

He was desperate to talk to her. Tell her that he was glad they did what they did. But then he realised how selfish that sounded because surely drunken handjobs and blowjobs meant nothing to Feyre, especially when they have costed her this - while he was able to keep his reputation because he was a fucking male. 

The pain was exceptional as Mr Johnson handed out an infernal test, first period Monday morning, eradicating any further chance to talk to Feyre when given tasks.

Today was going to be a long day.

***

Mor had somehow decided to persuade Feyre to eat with them in the canteen at lunch. Mor’s exact words being, if you let them get to you, they’re winning. Never let the unworthy win.

Wise words, but easier said than done when Feyre entered the canteen with the familiar looks from the typical mean girls and the typical boys who were now eyeing her up like she was going to throw herself at them next.

Today was an exceptionally bad day, each lesson, certain people would go out of their way to play upon the rumour that Tamlin had somehow spread like wildfire. Apparently, Feyre was not only fucking Rhys, Lucien and some Jake guy that she didn’t even know until today when she was going out with Tamlin, but she was also trying to get on Bron when he was still with his girlfriend.

Their thoughts meant nothing to her, but it was the attention that made her want to curl up on the floor and rock.

Feyre had made her school career out of staying in the background and now, she was in the limelight and it was hitting her at full force.

There were some looks of sympathy, but those were the looks that she couldn’t stand at all. She didn’t need fucking pity. She needed peace and some black out curtains.

The dream team minus hungover Cassian were sat eating as normal and Feyre swallowed at the sight of Rhys.

Mor and Feyre sat, pulling out their packed lunches. Nesta had actually made her a poorly constructed tuna sandwich, but she ate it all the same.

It was a quieter lunch time, the tension between Feyre and Rhys was pretty evident amongst the table, though Mor and Azriel did make conversation between them, with Amren piping up from her texting with Varian every once in a while.

At one moment, Feyre made eye contact with Rhys and the question behind his eyes were perfectly clear, please can we talk. She nodded reluctantly, and they both made a move to stand from their chairs. 

It was like the entire canteen was put on mute as they walked out together, Feyre did her best to copy Rhys in how he walked, with his head up and the casual air of not giving a fuck. But it was difficult to maintain as they exited and she slumped back over in relief, returning to her natural tortoise state of withdrawing in her shell. 

Her mouth was about to open but Rhys took her by the arm and pulled her away and into an empty classroom – away from prying ears.

The air between them was fraught with tension - an even greater amount since they were alone - and Rhys sat at one of the desks while Feyre decided to remain standing and pace instead. This was all her fault, and she berated herself for her drunken mistakes for what seemed to be the millionth time that day.

“I should have never kissed you,” Feyre blurted out. “I’m sorry.”

Rhys looked instantly hurt, and he didn’t make any effort to cover it. “Right, okay,” he croaked out.

Oh no, now she had just probably insulted his ego. “It’s just that, if I hadn’t kissed you, or dragged you upstairs then I wouldn’t be treated by shit by half of senior year. It was a mistake to kiss you. I was drunk and stupid.”

The words only seemed to wound him more as his face became solemn and dejected. Feyre was angry at herself for being so insensitive and angry at him for no apparent reason other than the fact that he was completely unharmed by the aftermath of what they did. It was a vicious circle of unnecessary anger that wouldn’t even be churning in her if it wasn’t for Tamlin’s rumours spreading like the damn plague.

He swallowed thickly before saying, “So, everything we did. None of it meant anything? When you kissed me it was because you were drunk and nothing else?”

Feyre was choking on her own words. It was one thing to admit that you like someone when you’re absolutely pissed and go kiss them, but it was another when you were sober. When you were staring that someone right in the face.

“I think so, yes,” she lied. She didn’t know why. Feyre hadn’t had much practise in the arts of admitting that she liked someone.

He stood up, “Well I think you’re lying.” He was looking at her with so much intensity in that moment like he was willing the words out for her. It infuriated her slightly that he thought that he knew her so well. Fuck, Feyre didn’t really understand herself that much.

“What do you want from me, Rhys? Do you want me to stand here and give you a full fucking signed admission?”

He seemed to splutter on his words, “Yes! That’s exactly what I want from you!”

“Fine,” she spat, “I admit that I’m not like you Rhys. I admit that I can’t just brush off vile rumours as easily as you can. I admit that I really enjoyed what we did Saturday but I’m struggling to even look at you because I’m embarrassed. I’m embarrassed that everyone knows. And I’m angry that Tamlin has twisted something like this into something shitty against me. So now everyone thinks I’m a slut because apparently I’ve been fucking three guys at once. Alright?”

Feyre closed her eyes. She expected today to be awkward, as they had crossed a line that most definitely surpassed any level of platonic relationship. She hadn’t expected to come to school being depicted as the new High School whore, courtesy of her bastard ex-boyfriend and his vile yuppies.

She felt him move closer, and a tentative hand reached out to take her own hand. She opened her eyes. Feyre wanted to trace the frown on his face with her finger and draw on a smile instead.

“They won’t get away with this, Feyre,” he said firmly. “They shouldn’t be allowed to treat anyone like this. But please. Please don’t let them win, they are unworthy winners.”

“That’s exactly what Mor told me.”

“It’s one of my mums sayings,” he said with a small smile. He is so, so beautiful.

He swallowed, playing with her fingers. She watched as he traced his thumb over her knuckles.

“I’m glad we did what we did Saturday. I’ll admit that I wish we weren’t drunk, but I wanted you. I wanted you then and I-“

The door to the classroom opened, to find a group of people that Feyre most definitely did not want to see. Rhys and Feyre’s hands slipped apart.

“I don’t think Mr Weaver’s classroom is an appropriate place to fuck now is it,” said Bron with an infuriating grin. He was followed by six members of the football team, including Tamlin.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now?” retorted Rhys, “I don’t know, maybe mindlessly kicking a ball around for 90 minutes?”

Where Feyre had began to freeze up in the presence of so many boys who went out of their way in telling her keep your legs open Feyre, we want a go as she passed them in the hallway at break, Rhys stood with his usual mask of cocky Head Boy swarm. His hands were neatly in his pockets of his black jeans, his head was cocked in arrogance. Instead of inching behind him, however, she stood at his side and attempted to put her greatest face of indifference.

The searing gaze of Tamlin was burning into her skin. Instead of ignoring him this time, she had somehow mustered the confidence to look back. And she held his gaze with such vehemence behind her eyes that he imperceptibly flinched. That was a win.

The team filtered in through the classroom, casually brushing their hands across desks. One of them closed the door, the soft click permeated through the room.

“Are you big boys going to try and beat me up now?” asked Rhys, he looked at his watch, “We only have 10 minutes to the bell, might as well make it quick.”

The football team sniggered, whereas Tamlin stood stoic by the door, not sharing some of the sadistic smiles of the others.

“Go on, Tamlin,” said Hart, “He’s basically given you an open invitation.”

Feyre’s heart was basically in her mouth when Tamlin stepped forward towards them. So she willed her legs to move in front of Rhys, facing down her ex-boyfriend as he stood just over a metre away. She would not let Rhys become a part of this.

She decided to aim for the heart and take a good stab. “What do you think your mum would say about this?” she spat out and Tamlin’s eyes flashed in hurt. Good. “She would think how pathetic you are. I don’t understand why you think it’s acceptable to spread bullshit about me. If I had known that you would have been like this then I would have never agreed to be your girlfriend.” She huffed a laugh, “And now, you want to beat up Rhys? In an attempt to assert your ugly masculinity in front of your douchebag friends? If you’re going to throw a fist Tamlin, hit me. I’m the one who cheated on you after all, right? With Lucien, Rhys and that Hybern guy whose name I only learned today.”

She did not understand how she was able to step forward, her body inches from Tamlin’s. Perhaps it was the searing heat running through her veins that did often have the capability to give her such confidence.

Move on, Tamlin. Call me a slut and a whore. But you of all people know that isn’t the truth. And you know how much your mother hated liars.”

She stepped back, and the usual anger that would emerge from Tamlin when she fought back wasn’t there. Indeed, Tamlin’s body was tense and his lips were set into a thin line, but it looked as if he were keeping himself in check.

“Let’s go,” Tamlin eventually said, indicating for his friends to leave.

But no one moved. 

“What the fuck man, you said you wanted Spera on the floor?” growled out Hart.

“Is that with physical or sexual intent? I can never tell,” purred Rhys with an infuriating smirk. He actually winked at Hart. 

Hart stepped forward past the desk he was standing behind, coming into the clearing of the classroom only a few short steps from where Feyre and Rhys stood. His fist was clenched.

“I ain’t a damn homo like you or your fucked up family,” Hart grounded out.

“You say such enlightening things,” said Rhys and Feyre touched his arm in warning but he continued. You idiot Rhys, you damn idiot. “Tell me, Hart, do you say that before or after you’re done sucking Bron’s cock for him?”

It was instant. The fist that went flying through the air was enough to make time stand still.

Feyre braced herself, her breath stuck in her throat as she attempt to push Rhys out the way but Hart’s fist was already caught within Rhys’ own.

“Everyone saw that was self-defence, right?” said Rhys as he yanked Hart’s arm so hard that he went flying past them into the teachers desk. Feyre had never seen him move like that, it was so perfectly executed like he already had practiced such moves before.

The next few seconds could only be described as shock, as each football player looked to each other in silent question.

She felt a hand pull on her arm away from Rhys as the silent whistle blew, and half of Prythian High School’s football team charged at him.

It was something like a movie scene, but not the kind of scene where a badass hero would be kicking down all of its opponents in the blink of an eye. No, this was the kind of scene from a Stephen King novel where the bullies were beating the shit out of its victim.

Rhysand wasn’t fighting back. He let Bron’s fist connect with his face and he didn’t move away when he saw another fist go into his ribs. The sound of fist meeting flesh was sickening and Feyre screamed in protest.

Two hands were holding her arms in a death grip and she kicked and swore, she needed to stop this. Tamlin’s unmistakeable voice rang through her head, “Don’t get yourself involved.”

The classroom door burst open and Feyre thanked all things that had ever existed as Mr Weaver stormed in, students gathering outside the classroom. Tamlin had let her go to help Mr Weaver break it apart, seizing arms back and pushing them away.

Rhys was sitting on the floor, propped up against the teachers desk, blood pouring from his nose like a crimson river.

Feyre was suddenly beside him, pulling his face towards her urgently to inspect the damage. His cheek bone was undoubtedly going to bruise, and his jaw was left with similar marks. Blood was pouring over his mouth and down his chin, Feyre scrambling for tissues to stop it.

Her hand was shaking as she pressed the tissues to his nose. A twisted smirk began to emerge on his face and Feyre almost punched him herself.

“You’re a stupid prick,” she snapped out. “Why didn’t you fight back?” People were being dragged out of the room behind her, the shouts of teachers rang through the hallways.

“Your freckles are adorable, especially up close,” he said, his voice ragged.

“Answer my fucking question.”

The tissues were being coated in scarlet and Feyre had nothing else to offer to stop the wretched bleeding. She resorted to tearing a bit of her Wonder Woman t-shirt, pressing the white fabric to his nose. Where in the Cauldron were the teachers?

“I told you they wouldn’t get away with what they’ve started, Feyre. They will have suspension or expulsion on the cards for them right now. Violence is not tolerated in any form in Prythian high,” he murmured with a devilish smile, voicing one of their head teachers most used phrases, although he winced from the pain of doing so.

Feyre was torn between giving him a smack around the head and kissing him, because Rhys had just gotten himself beaten up to basically ruin the lives and careers of half of the football team.

“You’re still a stupid prick, Rhysand.”

“I know.”


oooooooooh kay so this was rushed. i so wanted to get something out for you guys. I hope you enjoyed all the same.

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Really not sure how I feel about the outcome of this one - I tried as hardest as I could but it still feels quite unsatisfactory and I have rewrote this a few times too and this is the latest version. That aside, thank you for sending in your request and hope you enjoy! 


“Hi, Batman.” You greet your father when he walks in – the look on his face is impassive but the tenseness in his shoulders does not go unseen. You giggle when literally everyone in the living room turns to look at you and Bruce, wanting to see what’s going to happen next.

Bruce slowly pads over to his seat and takes a seat. He clears his throat and stares at you. “Good morning, Y/N.” He greets you instead and you giggle once more, kicking your feet in the air. You can’t wait to go out and run around the garden today. “What are you going to do today?” He asks.

You hum lightly before blinking a few times. There are a lot of things you want to do: you want to run around the garden and then you want to jump around and play chase with Titus and maybe you can try to play heroes today too. So you tell your father.

“Heroes?” Damian raises one of his eyebrows, crossing his arms as he leans back against the chair. “Tt. How is that any fun, Y/N?” He asks you – Damian is the only brother that actually talks to you like he knows you understand more than you let on but he never says anything so you simply just go about your own day.

You pout a little bit, crossing your arms and lean back just like Damian had done. “Well, I play heroes because I’m too young to go on patrols with the rest of you.” At this, you look at all of your family members – Bruce is still staring at you with that calculating look on his face, Jason has a rather smug, can’t be bothered expression anymore, Tim is looking at everywhere but you and Dick has his expression schooled rather nicely.

“Patrols?” Tim questions. “Ha-ha, Y/N, what are you talking about?” Tim rubs his wrist sheepishly, glancing at you. You giggle and shrug your shoulders again.

“I think I have never seen Batman and father in the same room together – or Nightwing – sometimes I see Dick practicing and then I go to YouTube and look up videos of Nightwing fighting and it’s the exact same moves too!” You list out – there are a lot of things you have noticed too with your brothers. They seem to always disappear at night and then the next morning more often than not, you see the carrying a new bruise around. Those were among the things you have noticed and judging by the looks of realization as well as humour (this mostly came from Jason); you knew your family realizes what you are on to. They probably also realize that you are smarter than you let on too.

Jason is the first one to break the silence that came after your implications and he laughs, laughs to the point where he has tears in his eyes and because Jason is laughing, you begin to giggle too. Damian shakes his head, wondering why he often subjects himself to this sort of torture but one look from his father, Damian simply sits quietly. It’s not as if all of them were being discreet enough for you not to notice.

“This is a nightmare.” Dick murmurs and threads his fingers through his hair. If anyone had been paying attention enough they probably would have known that Nightwing is him but Dick feels like he has been careful enough to let you know seeing as you are really young and seemingly innocent but now he knows. He knows that you are really smart and it eerily reminds him of how Tim had found out about Bruce being Batman and all.

“Enough of this.” Bruce’s words immediately silences Jason and you but even though you have your mouth covered by both of your hands, you are still giggling. “We shall discuss about this later – breakfast is important. Eat.” He orders stiffly and Bruce almost wished he could turn back the time so that he does not have to wake up to this day – it’s only morning and Bruce can already feel how exhausting it will be today.

anonymous asked:

Isn't long hair a hyuga thing? tbh i'm kinda squick about pairing the younger gen with oro, but then I thought hizashi? i'm totally down for that. That way NEJI IS THEIR SON. Neji is the pretty baby. amazing. And then when Hizashi decides to sacrifice himself for his brother, Oro is like 'fuck no' and serves A's head on platter to his pretty husband.

Ughhhhhh, why did you make me ship this. 


It’s Jiraiya who brings him the news, bare hours after the decision has been reached.

(For this, rom thinks, he’ll forgive every slight and sin of their long friendship, without exception.)

“You’re sure?” he asks quietly, trying not to let his voice rise the way he wants to, because Neji is asleep in the chair by the window, blanket dragged up over his nose and head pillowed on the book he’d been reading.

Jiraiya nods, face grim, a deep frown pulling at his mouth. “I—” He stops, drags a hand over his hair, sighs. “Peace is one thing. I don’t want another war to break out, either. But…”

But. Orochimaru’s hands curl over the edge of the lab table, putting faint dents in the metal. But this is family, and Jiraiya will always put family above all else. He’s never had occasion to be this grateful for it, Orochimaru knows, but he’s not going to forget this moment, no matter what happens next.

“I have to—” he starts, and then stops short, eyes falling on the vulnerable form of his beautiful son. Leverage, should the worst happen, and Orochimaru has been a shinobi long enough to have every expectation that it will.

“Go,” Jiraiya says, a command rather than a way to finish Orochimaru’s sentence. “Hiashi tried to stop him, but Hizashi knocked him out, and the clan’s keeping him sedated so he can’t interfere. If you don’t help him, I don’t think anyone will.”

It’s the first time in years that Orochimaru has felt kindly towards Hiashi, and he allows himself a flicker of satisfaction as he pushes upright, stepping away. “Will you watch Neji?” he asks, meets and hold Jiraiya’s eyes so his former teammate will see just what the request means.

Jiraiya has never been as much of a fool as Orochimaru used to call him. He returns Orochimaru’s stare with a steady gaze and inclines his head. “I’ll take care of him. And if things go south, I’ll get him out of Konoha and come find you.”

Orochimaru isn’t one for sentiment, and never has been, but that moment is probably the closest he’s ever come to hugging Jiraiya. “Thank you,” he says instead, and without waiting for a response—because, knowing Jiraiya, it will be something that makes Orochimaru want to hit him, since that’s how things go between them—he turns to climb the stairs into the house.

“Good luck,” Jiraiya tells him, quiet but entirely sincere. “I’m sorry I can’t help more.”

“This is more than enough,” Orochimaru returns without looking back, and keeps moving.


The handoff is happening in Frost Country, neutral ground, and alone and moving fast Orochimaru makes it there hours ahead of the Konoha squad, even though he leaves later. The Kumo nin are already there, the Raikage among them, smug and satisfied and bristling with weapons, a show of force that makes rage crawl hot and biting up Orochimaru’s spine.

In the trees, carefully beyond the range of the guards, he takes a breath. The jinchuuriki is with them, crouched near the outside of the circle, and he’ll have to be the first one Orochimaru deals with. Behind him A is speaking with one of his guards, smiling, and Orochimaru is prone to losing his temper but this fury is as cold as the arctic, as devastating as an avalanche.

Hizashi is his, the first in decades to see him, even when others turned away.

They can’t have him.

This is every misguided and reckless idea Orochimaru has ever had, smashed together and magnified by the power of ten, but war and death and failure matter nothing at all in the face of hearing that his husband sacrificed himself without even letting Orochimaru know. Without facing him, because he knows Orochimaru would never agree, and that he isn’t as easily dealt with as Hiashi. There will be a reckoning for that, but only when Orochimaru is absolutely certain all threats have been dealt with.

He takes a breath and drops from the branches, shakes back the sleeves of his robe, and calls up his chakra. It boils across the clearing, sharp-edged and unsettling as a knife slashed across a bared throat, and before even Killer Bee can react Orochimaru is in front of him, Kusanagi in hand, his free palm already glittering with five points of light.

“Death to warmongering fools,” Orochimaru hisses, and slams the Five Elements Seal into the jinchuuriki’s chest with all the force of his chakra behind it. Bee crumples, collapsing at Orochimaru’s feet, and Orochimaru steps around him and brings Kusanagi up in a sweeping slash that cleaves through skin and bone with equal ease.


The Konoha nin take one stride into the clearing and stop dead.

Seated on a fallen tree in the middle of the blood-soaked grass, Orochimaru coolly looks up from where he’s polishing Kusanagi’s blade with loving care. He eyes his old teacher for a long moment, then uncoils himself and comes to his feet, sheathing his sword and reaching down to pick up what’s sitting next to him.

He doesn’t look at his husband, wrists bound, standing behind Sarutobi.

“Forgive me my impetuousness, sensei,” he says, and gracefully dips to set the Raikage’s severed head at Sarutobi’s feet. “I’m afraid my temper got the better of me.”

There’s fear in the faces of those watching him, but Orochimaru doesn’t care, doesn’t look to see if Hizashi shares their terror at the sight of him in blood-drenched robes, with streaks of it drying rust-red across his pale skin.

“Orochimaru.” Sarutobi sounds torn between exasperation and true anger. “This—you have—”

“Prevented you from making a mistake,” Orochimaru finishes for him, and lets his gaze slide past his teacher for the first time. Hizashi is staring at him, lavender eyes wide, and he looks exhausted and grief-stricken and so very pained that all of Orochimaru’s immediate anger slides away.

I’ve seen you on the battlefield, and only a fool wouldn’t fear you there, Hizashi had told him, one quiet night in the midst of the Third War, alone around a campfire and just come from a fight. Orochimaru had never spoken to him before, never looked at him with any thought beyond his abilities and his eyes, but that night changed many things. But the way you keep going, even when everyone else is ready to give in and die—that’s the reason I would fear you.

Hizashi has always given in too easily, and Orochimaru has never learned how to surrender. It’s in the middle where they meet that they can build something functional, but sometimes—

Sometimes a reminder that there are merits in both extremes is necessary.

“Orochimaru!” Sarutobi’s voice is as sharp as Orochimaru has ever heard it, but he brushes past the Hokage without pause.

“The jinchuuriki is alive, but unable to touch his chakra,” he says disinterestedly. “Use him as a bargaining chip. Kumo will not want to lose its only adult human sacrifice.”

Hizashi looks at him as he comes to a halt before the man, and there’s something in his face that feels like wonder and tentative joy. “You—for me?” he whispers, and raises bound hands.

Orochimaru catches them, presses his cheek to one callused palm and lets his lashes dip to hide the violence he’s sure is still burning in his eyes. “Neji would be heartbroken,” he says, and feels the faint flinch Hizashi gives without remorse. Hizashi knows by now that Orochimaru has never been one to fight fair; he should have expected nothing less.

“I couldn’t be the cause of you going back to war,” Hizashi says, and Orochimaru glances up to meet his tired eyes. “Not with Neji. Not after it almost broke you last time. I would do anything to keep my family safe.”

My greatest hope is to find something to live for, Orochimaru had told him, years ago, in a tent with walls too thin and more battles looming, his hands splayed across a broad chest. Exhaustion and too little chakra, coupled with the rare intimacy—so strange with a person who didn’t shy away—had made the words as simple as a thought. I have no reason to give in, but—

Sometimes I think that I would like one.

“So would I,” Orochimaru returns, and slices through the ropes holding him with a kunai. Instantly, Hizashi wraps his arms around him and pulls him in, drags him up against his chest and buries his face in blood-soaked hair. Orochimaru leans into his hold, feels the strength and solidity of him, and forces himself to breathe.

Even if this is the last moment before another war, Orochimaru doesn’t care. Hizashi and Neji are the only reasons he’s ever had to stop fighting, and now that he has them there’s no force in the universe that can take them away.

Jealousy (M)

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Length: 4,387 words★

Kinks: A bit of sexual sadism, Master! kink, impact play, etc.

Notes: y/c = your color~

Originally posted by zelonwonho

Kihyun had always been one of your best friends. You had known each other since high school, and were always practically inseparable. 

Well, you were, until recently. His friend, Wonho and you started having a thing. You weren’t in a relationship, but you two would occasionally hook up or go on date if you both felt lonely. 

And, with this thing you and Wonho had going on, it sort of disrupted your friendship with Kihyun. You had to constantly reschedule plans you two had, if Wonho wanted to go out, and other stuff like that. It always made you feel terrible, but every time you asked if he wanted to come with or just stay and hang out with you two, he’d refuse and just leave.

A few months passed since you and Wonho had your thing. It eventually evolved into the two of you dating, so that was a plus, since he treated you like royalty. Your friendship with Kihyun had improved, but you couldn’t help noticing how jealous and bitter he got when Wonho was around.

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We Make the Kingdom

Image by silverdagger865

Pairing: Yongguk x OC
Genre: Fantasy, with Angst and Smut to come
Summary:  After a vampire attack leaves you almost dead, you are rescued by a group of werelions, powers long thought to be extinct. Upon discovering the same magic flows in your blood, you join their fight against encroaching vampires and another, very human monster, to save the kingdom.
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 ,  8, 9(M), 1011, 12, 13


Limbo between life and death is dark and numb and quiet. A perfect place to hide from probing memories of a haunting nightmare. It’s too good to last. The thud of booted feet and cold clink of metal on metal disturb your peaceful oblivion. The sounds drag you unwilling towards the threshold of consciousness. You don’t want to wake up. You don’t remember why, but waking is bad. Very bad.

The boots come closer, kicking wood aside. “I think this one’s still alive.”

“Is there a bite?”

Calloused skin and leather brush your cheek as someone pushes your head aside with a sniff and a sigh. “Yes. About a day or two ago from the smell.”

Hooves rattle the loose stone beneath your scraped feet. A saddle creaks and someone else takes another deep sniff. “She’ll turn soon. Kill her,” the second, deeper voice commands.

“Seems a pity. Looks pretty beneath the muck.”

“She will not be so pretty when she goes for your throat,” the voice replies with an irony-laden half laugh. His tone softens as he adds, “No on can survive a bite like we can, let alone this girl. You’ll-”

“Be saving her. I know, I know. I’ll be quick.”

Despite his words, the knife that suddenly presses against your heart hesitates. Its deadly tip doesn’t even break skin. Your remaining strength rallies to force your eyes open. If you’re going to die, you’re as sure as hell going to at least look the beasts killing you in the eyes. They had everything else far too easy.

The wide eyes that look back at you seem too deep to belong to a monster. The face too handsome too. At least what you can make out as your vision blurs.

“Himchan!”

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Request!Employee Baekhyun(18+)

Member: Baekhyun, Short Description: your mom forces you to go to your local grocery store and when Baekhyun notices your bad mood while he’s checking you out (in the doing his job way) he asks if you need help taking the things to your car and then some car sex in the grocery store parking lot. Side note: it could be at night or you could have tinted windows since car sex is apparently illegal lmao.

Your annoyance completely disappeared when the handsome young male offered to help you carry your bags to the car. You only had been here a few times after moving into the area, but you certainly had taken notice of the store employee who roamed around your everytime you came inside.

However, you never expected him to proceed in obvious advances while he places your bags into the trunk of your car. His tongue swipes across his lips and his eyes roam down your backside, but you catch him when you turn around. A small smirk forms instead of muttering a usual apology.

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Photo Quest | On AO3
Word Count: ~7000
Warnings: None

Summary: A ficlet based on an old Imzy prompt. Steve loses a wallet, where he keeps a secret picture of Tony. His team of heroes is of no help, but hey, Thor’s roommate Daryl has some strangely insightful advice about ham. 

Also for STONY Bingo Square S4 - ‘Pining’


Captain America didn’t panic. Serum-enhanced national treasures usually didn’t, and good for them because Steve Rogerssoldier, punk, plucky kid from Brooklyndefinitely was. Panicking, that is.

He thumbed tensely through the video feed on his Starkpad. A panoramic view of every common area in the Tower was right there at his fingertips, and some not-so-common areas were just a passcode away. In addition, he had access to satellite feeds and other methods of surveillance that walked a thin line Constitution-wise, but none of them really solved his problem.

“Anything?” he asked FRIDAY.

‘Negative,’ replied the AI.

“Oh jeez, still?” Steve asked in a voice that might have been called a whine if someone who was not him were describing it.

“Captain, I’m doing my best,” FRIDAY protested. “A full building scan takes time, y’know?“

“Limit it to my recorded locations.” he commanded brusquely. “Last 48 hours.”

“You didn’t authorize me to record your movements within the Tower,” said FRIDAY, and Steve figured he probably deserved the smug undertone behind her serene professionalism.

He closed his eyes and slumped back in his seat anyway. “Goddamn it.“

“Woah, language.”

Steve snapped his eyes open at the wry tenor, instantaneously flipping the Starkpad over. He found himself face to face with Tony, much like a deer in headlights. It was not a good look on him, and Tony’s brow rose in predictable confusion.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked, and lightweight that he was, Steve could already feel his face grow warm.

He made a valiant effort nonetheless. “Nothing.”

“Oh, because it totally sounded like you were arguing with my AI,” Tony folded his arms now. He loomed, and Steve really had no other choice but to notice how he was dressed to spar— cutoff shirt, hand wraps, trunks that hugged his waist just right… “And losing.”

While Steve battled his sudden case of dry mouth, Tony continued. “Come on, what’s making America’s golden boy swear in the presence of a disembodied lady?”

“I lost my wallet,” Steve admitted.

Tony looked skeptical, but didn’t actually say anything about it. He rattled commands off to his AI instead, “FRIDAY, order replacements for Cap’s charge cards and report his IDs as lost.”

“Already done, boss,” FRIDAY replied, more pleasantly than she’d done for Steve.

“Done,” Tony echoed. He flashed Steve a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished?”

Steve tapped his fingers on the Starkpad. “My wallet is still missing, so no.”

“Then, let’s order a wallet. You ok with leather?”

“Tony, no.” Steve shook his head. “I don’t want a new wallet, I’m going to find my old one.”

“Why?”

And that’s the thing about Steve: he may be a terrible casual liar, but he was made to get out of potentially ruinous situations that might threaten the very structure of the team.

He stood and clasped Tony’s shoulder. “Because I’m a weird old man, remember? Let me live.”

Steve managed to pull off a mostly casual stroll to the elevator to head up to his suite. He smiled genially at Tony through the doors while pressing the button to his floor, and Tony stared back at him with undisguised suspicion.

Steve held his smile for the eternity it took for the elevator doors to close, and slumped back against the wall as soon as they did. Why was he like this?  

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aughisky  asked:

Hey! I absolutely love your writing, and I thought of a prompt that feels perfect for Stucky--Steve and Bucky are on a Work Retreat with Work Friends and after a few drinks end up back in one of their rooms, on the verge of hooking up. Only, just then Mutual Friend Sam knocks on the door, but (oh no!) neither Steve nor Bucky can remember what room they're in and so can't figure out who should respond. Maybe Sam knows? And is messing with them? TIA, you're fantastic <3

I decided to do Steve and Bucky as sober instead of tipsy because I just like to write consent to be very, very clear!

— —

Steve takes a seat next to Bucky at the bar. “This taken?” he asks.

“It is by your presumptive ass,” Bucky says. “You want a drink?”

“Ginger ale?” Steve asks.

“What me to ask ‘em for a shot of something? Some grenadine, perhaps?” Bucky asks, gesturing to his own Shirley Temple.

“That’s a little wild, Barnes. Not sure if I’m up to it,” Steve says.

“Aw, c’mon, live a little,” Bucky says. He gestures to the bartender. “Can I get my buddy a Shirley Temple? Extra cherries, and put it on my tab,” he says.

The bartender nods and gets to work.

“How’s everyone doing?” Steve asks.

“Sam’s fine, Maria is gettin’ into an argument with Dum Dum, but that’s par for the course. You wanna know how I’m doin’?” Bucky asks, wagging his brows a few times.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re fine,” he says.

Bucky raises his eyebrows. “So you think I’m fine?” he asks.

The bartender sets Steve’s drink down in front of him. “I, I didn’t say that!” Steve stutters out. The bartender snorts and Steve shoots her a look, but thanks her anyway because Sarah Rogers raised a son with manners.

“Anyhow, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” Bucky asks. “Got another executive session planned?”

Steve sighs. “As a matter of fact, I do not,” he says, taking a sip of his Shirley Temple.

Bucky hums in agreement, and surveys the bar. “Seems like a chill night,” he says.

“Sure does. Think everyone needs some rest after the awesome team building exercises we did today.”

Bucky looks over at Steve through the corner of his eye. “You’re jokin’, right?” he asks.

Steve grins. “‘Course I am,” he says.

Bucky laughs. “Jeez, the sober corner got a lot more fun when you joined the firm.”

“Did it?” Steve asks.

He nods. “Yeah, it did.”

Steve had been worried about the vibe at the new firm when he first got here. His last job was… pretty booze-heavy, and the fact of the matter is that Steve doesn’t like to drink. Never has, never will. It took all of ten minutes to find Bucky sitting at the corner of the bar with a Shirley Temple — his usual poison — and great conversation. Bucky’s been sober since he was eighteen for reasons that he doesn’t talk about, and the two started hanging out during office retreats. Then they started hanging out at the office. Now, Steve just wishes they could take their hang-outs to the next level.

“Hey,” Bucky says. “If I ask you to come hang out in my room do you gotta fill out some paperwork?”

“What?” Steve asks.

“Let’s ditch this place and go hang out in my room,” Bucky says.

Steve’s heart starts pounding and he throws back his drink in a few gulps. “Let’s go,” he says.

“Was that some weird macho shit?” Bucky asks.

Steve rolls his eyes. “I just didn’t want to waste your money.”

Bucky leans in. “Steve, buddy,” he says, voice going low. “It’s on the company’s dime.”

— —

The walk to Bucky’s room is pretty short and Steve spends it with his hands in his pockets, heart beating fast in his chest. Bucky unlocks the door and opens it for Steve. “After you,” he says.

Steve walks into the room. It looks the same as his generic hotel room, but knowing that Bucky’s spent the past few nights in here sends a little thrill up Steve’s spine.

“Sorry,” Bucky says. “Was kinda goin’ nuts out there. By the end of these retreats I just get a little sick of everyone.”

“Did you want to be alone?” Steve asks, managing to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

“No, I wanna hang out with you,” Bucky says. “Unless you wanna go,” he says, futzing with something on the table and not looking at Steve.

“I want to be where you are,” Steve says, maybe a little too honest.

But then Bucky looks up at him with a smile. “Yeah?” he asks.

“You may not have noticed, but I really like you,” Steve says.

“You’re gonna have to be more clear than that,” Bucky says. “Don’t think HR will take ‘really like you’ as an official relationship designation.”

“How about, I’ve been wanting you to ask me out since we met?” Steve says, standing straight and hoping for the best.

“So, boyfriend?” Bucky asks.

“That’s a little presumptuous, but sure,” Steve says. “Boyfriend works.”

“Boyfriend,” Bucky says, moving across the room, closer to Steve. “Hi boyfriend,” he says, coming so close that he’s almost flush against Steve’s chest.

“Hi,” Steve says, leaning down and wrapping an arm around Bucky’s back. “Why don’t we…” he says, pressing his lips to Bucky’s.

Their kiss is amazing and slow and the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to Steve.

And it’s cut off too soon by a knock at the door.

Fuck,” Bucky says.

“Don’t answer it,” Steve says.

BUCKY,” says a loud voice on the other side of the door.

“Sam,” they say in unison.

Bucky sighs and detaches himself from Steve. Steve frowns, but doesn’t complain when he does.

Bucky walks over to the door and opens it up, part of the way, not enough to let Sam see Steve. “Hey man,” he says. “What’s up?”

“We need a ride to Taco Bell, wanna soak up some of this poison. You game?”

“Oh, uh, I’m a little busy right now.”

“Don’t be like that, Bucky. Take us to Taco Bell!”

And that’s when Steve walks up behind Bucky. “Take an Uber,” he says, then gently pulls Bucky out the way and closes the door.

He can hear Sam whoop as he and Bucky kiss again, this time for real.

Alphas Chapter Two

Why Is He In Your Bed?

In this chapter, Theo is gonna sleep over at the readers for the rest of the week due to working on the science project & Stiles and Lydia go to the McCall house to see the reader and Theo sleeping in bed together. Also the reader and Theo talk about why Theo bullied her.

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mp100 AgeSwap AU ideas/hcs?

I’ve had a lot of free time lately so I’ve been rereading the manga and having too much some fun thinking about terumob and this particular AU ahahhah 

(So basically this is the AU where Mob and Reigen swap ages and mob is 28 and reigen is a spunky ass 14 y/o and the art I’ve seen of it is beautiful)

  • Adult!mob is probably a v serene and graceful guy in terms of personality, quiet, polite and super kind. Teenager!Reigen is dramatic and basically a very clumsy fella but it’s endearing, really
    • Mob fixes stuff that Reigen breaks in his office (“Sorry shishou I just wanted to test out this new football for a bit ya know”) or outside of school (“Hey shishou, I kinda ripped my pants today tryna’ do a split”) 
      • Sometimes he uses his powers to fix things but other times he just uses his hands. It’s to remind himself that he doesn’t have to use his powers all the time to lead a proper, good life.
      • Tends to absentmindedly pat reigen’s shoulder or ruffle his hair while returning fixed stuff. intuition.
    • Mob isn’t one for physical contact with strangers but holds his clients’ hands when he senses real anxiety within them, or when they tremble and start to cry. takes everything seriously
    • Is Especially Soft when it comes to kids and little animals. Loves lil cats. almost cried during one assignment during which he had to exorcise a crazy cat lady spirit who possessed cats and left them hurt and confused. brought said cats to therapy after it was over.
  • You may think that Reigen who has Zero Psychic Intuition Whatsoever at this point in time has a hard time following mob but he’s super good at bullshitting his way through. 
    • Is very, very good at talking. Mob was never good at that kind of thing, so he really appreciates a disciple who can talk some sense into some of the ghosts they meet (“Look, dude, you wanna live this kinda life forever? Scaring five year olds? What kind of pathetic existence is that? You’re a ghost, not a horror movie, you could literally do anything else”)
    • after a while of taking him as his disciple, Mob gives him a special kind of purified salt which has the ability to trap low-mid level spirits if used right. reigen gets really pumped and hugs the hell out of mob when he first receives it.
      • reigen gets overexcited sometimes so he kind of just sprinkles salt everywhere and doesn’t create a proper ring so it’s not that effective
      • but mob lets him do it anyway, he doesn’t mind

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It’s Complicated- Part 3 (Jason Blossom x Reader)

REQUEST(S): Part 2 to “Its complicated” is sooo good omg!!, Part 3 to It’s Complicated? 🙏🏽🙏🏽 , Jason blossom complicated part3!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pleaseeeee.

WARNINGS: A few swear words

WORD COUNT: 1897

A/N: So, this is  the last part. I ‘m so happy you guys loved them so much! I had so much fun writing them. Requests are open so don’t be afraid to leave one, I love writing your ideas <3!

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You didn’t immediately go to your house. You wandered around aimlessly for a few hours before you decided it would be a good time to get home. The alcohol had left your body and you were practically sober, something you didn’t want to be right now. The shock of what had happened started to kick in and you found yourself hyperventilating in your bedroom, tears streaming down your face. You felt your heart burn and you cried out. You hurt all over, your heart, your head. You Mum and Dad burst into your room and called out your name but they sounded so distant, so far away. You reached out to them and they bundled you up in their arms, your father held you in his arms and your Mother stroked your hair. You cried for what felt like hours into your Dad’s shirt, your Mum shushed you, trying to calm you down. As your breathing returned to normal, your Dad picked your limp and exhausted body and placed you into your bed and tucked you in. They sat on the edge of your bed, looking at you with concern. (Y/N), what happened?” Your Dad ask. You sigh and close your eyes.
“Jason and the new girl, I caught them kissing in his bedroom during the party.” You say. You feel your Dad tense and hear your Mum gasp before covering her mouth. You wipe away the tears that had spilt from your eyes and grabbed your parent’s hands. “It’s okay, I can get over it, I can move on.” You assure them. They look at each other before squeezing your hands.
“We’re right here if you need us Sweetie.” Your Mum says before kissing your forehead before leaving your bedroom.” Your Dad does the same, turning off the light and closing the door while giving you small smile. Your exhaustion takes over your body and you feel your eye lids drop before being pulled into a dreamless sleep.

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Submission: Strong!Hinata prompt response

Okay so I saw the strong/political Hinata prompt and I had to write something for it. I hope you don’t mind my sending it to you? 

His father has just died, and he is furious. Hinata can see it in the way his fists clench as her father walks by, the way his jaw tightens when an elder praises his progress, the way he refuses to look at her. It really doesn’t surprise her that he steps too far out of line and pays the price.

Her father is crying. His brother marched to die in his place, now his nephews small body is cradled in shaking arms. The elder that activated the seal, that watched as her cousin writhed and screamed and bled and died, looks on impassively. He does not care.

Hinata is four years old. She cares. She will fix this.

So she trains. She takes to her lessons with cold fire burning in her body, the kind that hides in the embers, ready to blaze up and burn with the right breath of wind. She learns her characters, reads. Learns her katas, fights. Learns clan politics, plots.

Then Hanabi is born, and things have to change.

She cannot burn too bright, or the seal will be inked onto her sisters forehead. Her progress slows, plateaus, stops. She finds the line and toes it constantly, staying just good enough not to be a failure, but not great enough to be the heir of the Hyuuga clan.

The elders set a limit. If she cannot prove her capability by the time Hanabi reaches genin, then she will be branded in her sister’s place.

Hinata is eight years old. She has eight more to fix this.

She goes to Ino and Shikamaru, children still, but far more knowledgeable than her in general politics. They are bright, bright children, and she soaks in their light and makes it her own. She learns the law of Konoha, not just the laws of her clan. She discovers in what circumstances the former can overrule the latter. She begins to plan under their careful instruction.

Hinata is 12 years old. She has four more years. But, the seal.

Jiriaya of the Sanin is in town, and he is training Naruto. She knows he is a seal master, but she also knows he could never teach her, she is to young, and he is of too low a status for her clan to approve. Instead, she breaks into the apartment he is renting, left unlocked through confident complacency, and steals every book on sealing he owns. Then, remembering just how Naruto graduated, she masks her chakra, dons a henge, and breaks in to the Hokage’s private library.

Now hidden in a storage seal stuck to the bottom of her bed are 13 books on sealing. Most are far beyond her comprehension, but one appears to have been written to teach children. Complete with illustrations of stroke by stroke guides and easy to digest information, Uzumaki Kushina may just be the key to understanding the rest of her stolen goods. She wonders if this book was meant for Naruto, if this is his unknown mothers work, then she squashes the thought. She needs to be selfish.

Hinata is 16 years old. She has no more time.

The elders look down at her from their seats, contempt clear in their eyes. She is weak, a failure, an embarrassment to the clan, they believe. But she isn’t, and she will show them. Hanabi waits behind her, face hardened into something unreadable. Her sister lost her childhood too early, picking up the training and expectations that had slipped from Hinata’s shoulders when she sunk into mediocrity. She is here to see her elder sister branded, they all are.

That will not be happening.

From the storage seal inked onto her forearm, she draws out a single scroll. She clears her throat, begins to read.

“section 9 of the Konoha Clans Act, subsection 1; clans may govern persons of their clan according to their own existing clan laws, so long as a) the existing laws do not contradict any of the provisions set out in this act or; b) any future Acts passed by; i) the Hokage, or; ii) the Council of Clans. Subsection 2; any clan laws passed following the enactment of this act must not contradict Konoha laws of the relevant time.”

All eyes are focused on her now, confused. She is meant to be stating her case to remain heir, throwing her sister to the flames in her place. She is not meant to be quoting laws passed in the founders era.

“Section 17 of the Use and Regulation of Seals Act; no seal may be used to cause intentional pain or ill effects of any kind on any citizen of Konoha unless a) sanctioned by the Hokage, or; b) Torture and Interrogation requires such measures, or; c) the application of such a seal is done so voluntarily.”

The confusion is turning to anger, and she smiles. Finally. They see the threat she poses to their way of life, and they want her gone. They call to her father, demand she be branded for her insolence. But he is smiling, and he does not listen. he turns to her and asks what she would have them do.

She places the scroll on the table before him, revealing the seal she had been developing for the last year and a half. Carefully drawn and explained in the style of Uzumaki Kushina, it is unarguably a better option than the current seal. The control function has been removed, the pain inducer cancelled out, the only effect left the degradation of the eyes after death, and the addition of a trigger feature to combat live removal.

The elders are fuming and furious. Her sister is no longer unreadable, unreachable, but hovering behind her, uncertain. She reaches out her arm, and her sister ducks into the space she has made, understanding. Her useless sister was never useless. She was protecting her the entire time.

The Neji seal is put into use the next day, and Hinata is the first to don it. She wears the seal that bears her cousins name with pride, as does every other member of her clan. No longer a sign of servitude, the seal now stands for unity. All thanks to a little girl who loved her cousin, and lost him.

Amazing Surprises - 1

I have been wanting to post this series for a while now, but I needed to finish all of the single stories for the members. But it’s finally here! Also this is the unedited version, so I’m soooo sorry if there are any typos or bad grammar parts in it, I just didn’t want to wait ya’ll any longer. I hope you enjoy!

(P.S. Oh my word! I have NOT posted in a while and I’m so disappointed in myself! I was sooo busy this past month, my family came into town, I went to a baseball game, I went to an old friend’s house. And I got distracted while watching Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. Amazing show btw. I’m so sorry! And I hope this long ass chapter and series can make up for it for my absence!)

Summery: Taehyung and Y/N’s “secret” relationship was recently announced and the world is going wild. Tabloid’s and New’s reports are insane and causing a bit of stress towards both Y/N and Taehyung. But what will happen when Taehyung and Y/N have a bit of a heated moment and get caught buying something “suspicious”?

Genre: Fluff. Romance. Drama. Angst. Mentions of Smut.

Characters: Taehyung X Reader Ft. Other Members and Y/N’s best friend; Jihyun.

Words: 5,678

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Hello! How are you today? Hello” The hostess bowed many times. I bowed a lot of times in return, both being extra polite to the other.

“Hello. I’m good, thank you” I bowed again. She waved her hand towards the couch for me to sit, and I did.

Today I was at an interview. Being a famous solo artist and actress it was a given I get asked to be on many interviews or talk shows. Although today was a special one. The hostess was actually my best friend; Oh Jihyun. We hadn’t seen each other in months. It was so nice to be able to see her, even if we had to keep our relationship under wraps.

I couldn’t stop smiling; Just being able to see her face brightened up my day. She seemed to be sharing the same feeling since she had to force herself to look at the crowd instead of me.

“Now!” She cleared her throat “I’m sure all of you guys know who this is? Am I right?” The crowd cheered while some even lifted up signs to support me.

I laughed, still getting used to the fact that I was now an internationally famous artist.

“Yes of course you all know her! She’s Y/N L/N after all” The crowd cheered even louder.

“Okay” Jihyun chuckled “Why don’t we get started?” She turned back to me. I nodded in agreement.

“Yes. Let’s do that Jihyun” God it felt nice to say her name again. Since I have not seen her in a while it was taking all my muscles and nerves not to give her a bone crushing hug.

“So. I have to ask. How is this experience for you? I mean going from a famous girl group to an even more famous soloist-And actress I might add-” Jihyun started. I chuckled at some of the whistles from the crowd.

“Well.. It has been nice actually. I do, of course, miss the days where I could hang out with my band members with no problem, but I do feel like this is what I should be doing. I love making my fans happy while enjoying my work” I answered, making sure to be careful of what I was saying.

“Yes. That must be nice-”

“Yes-”

“-Well. Okay I have to get to the point because I’m pretty sure we’re all curious here” Jihyun started. I chuckled again, knowing full well what was about to ask. I have already told her all the details through text, but the crowd didn’t know that.

“So your relationship with famous artist Kim Taehyung of BTS made world wide news. Am I right?” The crowd cheered again and I laughed.

“Yes. It did. Actually I was very surprised it did. I didn’t think it would be as a big deal as it was” I admitted.

“Are you kidding? You’re extremely famous and so is he. To see you two together-I mean I speak for everyone- You two are a perfect match” I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. No one has told either of us that.

“Well.. I wouldn’t say exactly that” I nervously chuckled.

Jihyun ignored the comment and continued with her questions “So how is it like dating famous Kim Taehyung?” Jihyun rested her chin in her palm, clearly interested in the things she has already heard.

“Well it’s been nice. I have known him since before we both even debuted so it feels nice to be able to express my feelings towards him in public”

“Mhmm” Jihyun answers, waving at me to continue.

“He also drives me crazy-In a good way- He is so sweet and is always caring for me; He makes my day just by messaging me. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, he is always on my mind” I just now realized how cheesy I was sounding and awkwardly chuckled.

“Aww! That’s so sweet!” Jihyun exclaimed and the crowd cheered in agreement. I could feel my face get redder if that was even possible.

“Thank you..” I awkwardly thanked.

“So how long has it been since you last saw him? I mean since you two are both very famous you have to also be very busy. It must be hard to find a single day together and relaxe. How do you do that?” Jihyun asked the question I was dreading the most.

“Well..” I nervously cleared my throat “I actually haven’t seen him in a while-But we do skype and text a lot, so that makes up for it- I also get to talk to his members too and they encourage me a lot. It helps” I explain and Jihyun nods.

“That’s nice to have something like that”

“Yea. It is-”

“So how long exactly have you not seen him?” Jihyun pressed and I tried my hardest not to pounce at her. She was doing this on purpose and I knew it. She was so getting an earful after the interview.

“Uhm… Well.. I think it’s almost been a.. Year.. Wow. It’s almost been a year since I’ve seen him” The crowd dramatically gasps.

I chuckled “It’s okay. We talk a lot though”

“Well that’s good that you two at least still talk right?” Jihyun points out and I nod.

The conversation after that went pretty smoothly. Just like a regular interview there were some personal questions; Like what’s the craziest thing you have done with all the BTS members.

I explained that I had gone to an amusement park with them, and being terrified of heights, I had thrown up after riding the ferris wheel. Jihyun started laughing followed by the crowd joining in.

“Yikes! That has to be tough” She exaggerated. She would know though since she was there too when it happened.

After the interview I went straight to the dressing room. My schedule was packed for the day, which meant I had to quickly re-touch my make up and change for my next event.

After saying my goodbye’s go Jihyun-And telling her to come over some time- I left in the black van.

I thought back to when we were talking about Taehyung. Has it really been a year since I haven’t seen him? I would always watch him on TV and have always supported him during his comebacks. We just never really had the time to see each other face to face. I couldn’t get my mind off of that.

We pulled up into a parking lot. My body guard leading me inside the building without getting mobbed by fans and paparazzi.

I had a fan meeting/sign today and it was a pretty busy day, which meant I would probably be back late.

I walk into the venue, also sent straight into dressing room; Just some precautions before the signing.

After all the touching up I was led back stage. I waited a bit before the announcer finally introduced me. I walked out from behind the curtain.

I smiled and waved at the fans as I walked out. They cheered and smiled as well, a lot holding up signs to support me. I have been an artist for a while now so I was used to this, but just not quiet used to being alone.

I formally bow, greeting the fans. They would occasionally cheer now and then. Finally it was time for the questions.

I sat down in a chair, a large table full of cue cards in front of me; probably filled with questions from fans.

I picked one up, making sure it was appropriate before reading it.

“Who, other than V-Oppa, are you closest with in BTS?” I chuckled at the question.

“Well other than Tae.. I have to say either Seokjin or Yoongi. Jin, of course being my brother and all. Yoongi because he is my best friend; I met him even before Taehyung or any of the other members. The rest are like bothers to me” I answered. The fans cheered, clearly happy with the answer. I decided to quickly move on to the next question.

Of course it was another BTS question “When do you think you will be able to see Taehyung-oppa, or any of the BTS members next?” I read out loud. I thought for a while, wondering if there were any Music Shows coming up or if they were having a comeback soon.

“Well it all depends” I started “We normally see each other during Music Award shows, but sometimes we surprise each other” I finished.

The questions after those seemed to be similar. I guess I had it coming when Taehyung and I announced we were dating. BTS are in my life forever now and I would have to get used to it.

Finally the questions were over and it was about time for me to leave, but not before giving the fans a final speech.

I stood up from my seat, clearing my throat to get everyone’s attention “I want to thank you all guys personally-Not just my Korean fans but even all you international fans-You have all supported me during all my tough times and I am very thankful for that” I took a deep breath before continuing “To be honest after our announcement that we are dating, I thought a lot of you guys would hate me, but you stuck by my side. I am extra thankful for that. I hope in the future we can continue to-” A loud scream cut through the venue, followed by other fans joining in.

My eyes widened in shock, my eyebrows furrowing together. They wouldn’t normally scream and intentionally interrupt my speeches. So what were they screaming at.

“What’s wrong?” I decided to ask. All of the fans pointed behind me. I quickly turned around, scanning the room, but nothing was to be found other than the table and chair I left.

“I don’t see anything” I answered, turning back to the fans but as soon as I did they started pointing and screaming; “Look!” or “Right there!”

I turned around but once gain the room was empty. I was starting to think the fans were playing a trick on me until I suddenly spotted a camera in the corner of the room. My eyes widened.

I scanned the room again and sure enough there were cameras on each of the corners in the room. This was a hidden camera prank.

I turned towards the fans again, a new determination building up inside me “What do you see?” I ask. I expected them to say something like “Camera’s” or maybe point out something I was missing in the room, but that was definitely not what I heard.

“TAEHYUNG!” They all screamed. My heart dropped and I stood there speechless. How could they be seeing Taehyung? He was back in Seoul and this is Busan. I think I would have known if my own boyfriend was in town.

I laughed “You guys are joking right?” I asked them but they all shook their heads. My stomach was starting to hurt.

“W-Where do you see him, because I don’t see him?” I quickly ask, turning around towards the “not so” empty room again.

I turned my head to look at the fans and they all pointed behind me again. I whipped my head around but there was still no one.

“What are you all pointing at?” I ask in frustration.

Immediately they all screamed “THE TABLE!” I jumped at the sudden noise, awkwardly chuckling. I decided to just go for it and walk towards the table.

I hesitantly walk around the table a couple times. There was a cloth over the table, so if he was hiding he would be under it.

I hesitantly reach down, lifting up the table cloth. It wasn’t until the cloth was completely off the table that a person jumped out, making me squeal at the sudden action.

Immediately I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I look up and sure enough I was faced with the box smiling idiot Taehyung. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my stomach did flips.

“Oh my god! Taehyung!” I screamed. As soon as I wrapped my arms arms around him fans started screaming, either cheering for us or just plain excited that Taehyung was here.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Was this all a dream? Were these pair of arms someone else’s and I was hallucinating? Or was it really my Taehyung?

These thoughts kept swirling in my mind, that is until Taehyung whispered in my ear “I missed you love” That was it. I knew it was really him. Tears filled my eyes as I nuzzled my face into his chest, my grip around him tightening just to make sure he wouldn’t let go.

It has been a year. A fucking year since I’ve seen him and I just couldn’t believe this was happening.

I could feel the soft rumbling of Taehyung’s chest as he chuckled. God I missed that laugh. He gently turned around so he was facing the fans, chin resting on top of my head.

“I think it’s about time for us to leave. It was great seeing all of you guys, and I can speak on behalf of both Y/N and I that we are very happy for your support. We love you guys!” He spoke for me. The fans cheeres one last time and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay! Goodbye for now!” Taehyung waved. I managed to pry myself away from Taehyung, wiping away my tears. I waved at the fans as well while Tae led me towards back stage.

Taehyung had his arm around me the entire time we were walking towards the dressing room. I had a couple people congratulating for a good job, but my only concern was the arm wrapped around my shoulder or rather the person it belonged to.

Taehyung and I finally reached the dressing room. He quickly opened the door, peeking his head inside to make sure no one was there. When he came back with a big grin I only assumed there was none.

Quickly Taehyung pulled me inside. I didn’t even have time to register before he was pinning me against the door.

He starts kissing me everywhere. My cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, chin. Everywhere but my lips.

“Taehyung~” I whined. He stopped kissing me and gave me a smirk.

“What?” He nonchalantly asks.

“Kiss me”

“I am”

I roll my eyes “On my lips you meanie!” He laughed at my insult, shaking his head in the process.

“Not yet” He answers with a playful pout.

I groan as he moved his mouth to my neck. I would lie if I said I didn’t already enjoy this but I needed to kiss him myself.

One of his hands that was near my head moved down to grasp my hand, lacing them together. He kisses down my jaw, my earlobe, my neck, and to my collar bone and goes back and forth between those. Occasionally nipping my skin making sure to leave a mark.

“Taehyung~” I sing song again.

“Hmm?” I reach down, brining his face up to look at me. He was giving me another stupid grin. I can never resist him.

“Kiss me” I breathed out, barely a whisper. His smile faded, eyes flickering back and forth between my eyes and lips. Our lips just barely brushing against each other. What was he waiting for?

Just before anything more could happen there was a knock on the door. Taehyung and I quickly jumped away from each other, startled by the noise.

“Y/N. Taehyung. I know you’re in there. I’m sorry to interrupt but we really should get going” I head a familiar voice explain and my eyes widen.

‘You brought Jin?’ I worded to Taehyung and he nodded.

Quickly I opened the door and sure enough there was Jin, leaning against the door frame and grinning like a mad man.

This day just keeps getting better and better. I immediately jump into Jin’s arms, he chuckles as he wraps his arms around me as well.

“Oh my god Jin! I missed you!” I squealed and he chuckled again.

“I missed you too sis. How have you been?” Jin and I parted, arms still wrapped around each other as we spoke “I’m assuming good due to that hickey right there” He grazes my neck with his finger and my face goes red, replacing his hand with mine to cover it up.

I nervously clear my throat, ignoring his comment “I-I’m good. Great actually now that you guys are here. I have been getting surprise after surprise today, I mean I even saw Jihyun today” I answer referring to the previous interview I had.

“Oh, well don’t tell Jungkook that; He has been wanting to see her for a while now but nothing is working due to their busy schedules”

“Jungkook is here?” I ask, glancing behind Jin to see if there was any other BTS members hiding.

“Yea. Actually we’re all here” Jin points out finally letting me go.

“Seriously?” I look back and forth between Jin and Tae.

“Yea. We have a surprise concert happening near by. We obviously know you live here so we thought we could stop by. Is that okay?” Jin asks, giving me an evil smirk.

“Are you kidding me you idiot!” I playfully punch Jin’s chest “It’s more than okay! You guys can stay at my place and we can have a party every day!” I started getting excited.

“Okay, we’re not girls” Jin started, raising his hands up in defense “We’re staying at a hotel just a block from your house. Taehyung can stay at your place if he wants” He explained

I looked at Taehyung and he nodded “Okay, well you guys need to come over any time you can; This may be the only time I get to see you guys for a while” Taehyung and Jin hummed in agreement.

“Alright. We have a van waiting out back. It’s big enough for all of us but we don’t have enough time so we should go now” Jin explained and Taehyung led me out the hallway.

When we reached out back, al the members were hanging around next to the van. God it felt nice to see their faces. They all turned towards us when they heard the large door open.

“Y/N!” They all exclaimed. I smiled at them and waited as they all started walking towards me.

Of course the first one to reach me was Yoongi. He engulfed me in a bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him making sure to hold him tight.

“I missed you” I hear Yoongi whisper close to my ear. I chuckle. Normally Yoongi isn’t one for cheesy comments, but when he is he’s always discreet about it.

“I miss you too Yoongi” I answer and Yoongi let’s me go, looking at me for a minute before moving on for the next person to hug me.

It was Hoseok. Hoseok and I weren’t best friends but considering he was my sisters husband, we were still close.

“Hey bro” I smile at him and he brings me into a tight hug, just barely cracking my ribs.

“Hey Y/N! It’s been too long!” He exlaims.

“Oh Jeez Hoseok! I missed you too but I can’t breath” I gasp. He quickly let go and awkwardly laughs.

“Sorry” He apologizes, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s okay” Hoseok steps aside for Jungkook. Jungkook was like a little brother to me, considering he was dating my best friend, I felt like I was responsible for him in a lot of ways.

“Jungkookie! Hey kiddo” I excitedly greet, immediately reaching up to give him a hug.

“Hey noona. How are you?” He returned the hug, giving me a chaste kiss on the forehead when we parted.

“I’m good. How are you and Jihyun?” I ask and Jungkook’s face falls.

“Good.. I just haven’t been able to see her; We’re both really busy”

“How about this. I’ll get you a date with her and you can hook me up with some of your banana chips?” I gave him a quirky smile with an eyebrow raised and his eyes lit up.

“Deal!” He answered. This is exactly why I felt responsible for him.

After that it was Jimin and Namjoon. Of course Namjoon, Jimin and I were close, but in a different way the others. I would go to Namjoon when I needed help with my college stuff or Jimin if I needed help with my vocals or dancing.

Finally we all loaded into the van. Unfortunately having an “overprotective” brother meant I would sit in the passengers seat, far away from a certain boyfriend and in eye level with a certain brother who was driving.

“So I have bad news for you Y/N” Jin started, turning to look at me during a red light “Since our show is in four weeks we have to go straight to dance practice after I drop you off” Jin sighs and I sigh.

“It’s okay, I understand. Make sure to come by when you’re done. Unless it’s midnight then come in the morning” I mumble the last part and Jin laughs.

“Got it” He answers “But there is good news” He started again and my attention is brought up again “Taehyung doesn’t need to go since he did extra practicing at home. Our choreographer said he can take a few days off” He explained and I felt a burden lift off. I would lie if I said them leaving for dance practice didn’t kill me.

“Sounds good” I masked my disappointment.

After a bit of a drive we finally arrived at my apartment complex. Taehyung and I hopped out of the van, waving at the members as they left.

Taehyung and I quickly ran towards the building once they were out of sight. I was catching speed when I could see him in the corner of my eyes just before he passed me. I was starting to think this was a face.

We finally arrived at my apartment, out of breath as I unlocked the door. I walked inside and dropped my bags on the floor. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I was pouring the water I spoke.

“So what did you want to do? I have tons of movies we could watch. I have popcorn and snacks, we could have like a movie night?” I suggest but there was no answer.

“Babe-” I felt a strong hand grasp my shoulder, yanking me around to face them. I smiled when I noticed who it was. I didn’t even notice Taehyung was right behind me when he was.

He grabbed the glass out of my hand, carefully setting it on the counter. He placed both his hands on either side of the sink, trapping me in his arms.

I glanced down and noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I snorted “You work fast-” I was cut off yet again when Taehyung crashed his lips on mine. It was a slow and passionate kiss yet very sweet. My stomach did flips. I had been missing this.

Once Taehyung was done he rested his forehead onto mind “I haven’t seen you for a year.. All of you..” One of his hands landed on my waist, slowly skimming down “I think 'working fast’ is an understatement on how I feel right now” His lips were back on mine.

Hid hand that was on my waist reached down to my thigh, lifting it up to his waist. I got the hint and jumped up, wrapping my other leg around his waist. He used his other hand to support my other thigh, making sure I wouldn’t fall.

His lips left mine, skimming down my neck he started nipping over my older bruises, making darker ones. I would need to use makeup to cover that up.

I combed my fingers through his hairs as he kissed down to my collar bone. I bent my head back allowing him more access.

Taehyung turned around in the kitchen, slowly making out way towards my bedroom.


Two Weeks Later …

I woke up to bitter cold nipping me on my bare back. I turned around in bed, blindly reaching out for a warm body that was not there.

I groan, peeking an eye open. Sure enough Taehyung was not in bed. I decided to get up, slipping over Taehyung’s oversized shirt falling just below my butt.

I lazily walked out of my bedroom. The closer I got to the living room I could start to hear faint noises coming from the TV. As I entered the living room a yawned escaped my mouth. I tried rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“Hey sleepy head” I opened my eyes again to see Taehyung staring at me. He had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. You’re just too cute when you look like that” He answered, outstretching his arm for me to come to him.

I sighed as I made my way towards him. I plopped down on the couch, immediately cuddling into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and he brought the blanket that was on him over me.

I draped a leg over his that was on the coffee table. I rested my hand on his chest as I watched him flip through the channels on the TV.

There wasn’t much to watch, that is until I saw him quickly switch past a channel with his band on it.

“Wait! That was you guys!” I tried grabbing the remote out of his hands but he lifted it out of my reach “Taehyung~”

“No I don’t want to watch that; It’s cringy watching myself like that” He explained, narrowing his eyes at the TV.

“So what? I wanna watch it” I was finally able to grab the remote out of his hands. I quickly switched through the channels again.

“No!” Taehyung dramatically shouted, attacking me in the process. He lifted me off of him so I was now laying on my back, him on top of me.

“Taehyung you’re crushing me!” I gasped.

“That’s the point! Then you can’t change the channels” But it was too late. I had finally found the channel, watching in content with Taehyung on top of me, his head turned away from the TV.

I noticed it wasn;t a concert or fanmeeting, it was an interview. Even better.

“So I need to ask you something” The interviewer asked, pointing towards Taehyung. I smiled, interested as to what he would ask.

“So we all know about your relationship with Y/N-” The other BTS members hooted and clapped. Some who were close to Taehyung patted him on his back.

Meanwhile the Taehyung with me was hiding his face in my neck, afraid to watch it. I rested my hand over his open ear so he couldn’t hear either, occasionally playing with the strands of his hair near his ear.

“Taehyung on the TV nodded "Well then I have to ask how that’s going?” How does it work? I mean since you both are busy and all" The interviewer finished.

“He talks about her a lot!” Jungkook answered for him.

“And he calls her a lot too!” Jimin added.

“He never lets me talk to her when he calls her though” Jin pouted. I chuckled knowing full well he was lying; Jin would always steal the phone from Tae, running off into the closet so he wouldn’t find him. We would end up having hour long conversations before Taehyung can find him.

“Hey, Hey! He asked me” Taehyung pointed out, the rest chuckling “Y/N and I are doing good actually. I met her before we debuted so we have been best friends for a while now. I finally got the courage two years ago to ask her out; Probably the best decision in my entire life” I smiled even larger. The other members made kissing sounds and saying “Oooh"s

"That’s really good! So how would you describe her?”

“Well… She’s funny.. Sweet.. She is always worrying about my health, telling me to eat and stay healthy. She’s makes sure that I tell other members as well. She can always cheer me up even when I’m at the worst of worsts. She is a very good cook-Which is an up side considering I can’t cook at all- She has the most beautiful smile in the entire world. Her eyes are gorgeous. She just makes me all happy inside. I don’t know it’s just really good” Taehyung finished. I could almost feel a tear slip past my cheek. He had never once told me any of this. Of course Taehyung is a very affectionate guy, but when it comes to sharing his feelings, he normally bottles it up afraid he will say something wrong.

Taehyung groaned in my neck, clearly embarrassed.

“That is so sweet!” The interviewer exclaimed “So when was the last time you have seen her?” He suddenly asked. You could tell the air in the room the members were in became tense. Taehyung shifted in his seat.

“Um… I think.. It’s been about a year..” The crowd became silent, a couple gasp being heard amongst the silence.

“Really? A year? Wow that’s a long time. So you guys are maintaining a long distant relationship?” Taehyung nodded “Oh. Well that’s awesome that you two are still going strong. I applaud you”

“Thank you”

“So are you planning on seeing her anytime soon; Surprising her or just visiting” The interviewer pressed on.

“Actually I already have something planned. I was planning on surprising her for our anniversary. I was-” The TV was suddenly shut off. I looked up and realized Taehyung was sitting up now and managed to grab the remote out of my hands.

“Wait! Wait! I want to see what you were going to say!” I shouted.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise then babe!” He sat down next to me. He frowned when he noticed my glassy eyes and wet cheeks, hovering over me again to examine my face.

“Why are you crying?” He brushed his thumb over my cheek to wipe the tears.

I sniff while chuckling “I don’t know… I’ve just never heard you say anything like that.. It makes me feel good..” I trailed off. He gives me a warm smile, leaning down to kiss my nose.

“Well every word is one hundred percent true. I don’t know what I would do without you” Taehyung leaned down again, placing a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

Suddenly my stomach felt wrong, not exactly in the best way. It started churning and a bad familiar feeling built up in my stomach. I immediately pushed Taehyung off of me, running towards the bathroom.

“Oh god!” I yelled on the way. As soon as I made it to the toilet I instantly started vomiting. I didn’t even know I had anything in my stomach.

I could hear Taehyung’s heavy footsteps running into the bathroom. He sighed and pulled my hair back in a pony tail, rubbing small circles on my back with his free hand.

After I was done choking to death I was able to brush my teeth. The entire time I thought back to what could have possibly make me throw up. Did I have a stomach virus? Maybe the flu? It made no sense; I felt completely fine otherwise.

Through the reflection of the mirror I can see Taehyung leaning against the door frame, giving me a questionable look. He was probably racking his brain just as much as I was.

“So..” He started “Was kissing me that bad for you?” Taehyung playfully pouted and I chuckled.

“No! Of course not. I don’t even know what’s going on; I felt completely fine before and I still feel completely find now..” I explained while rinsing my mouth.

“Huh..” Taehyung finished “Do you happen to want something to eat? You should probably get something in your system” He suggested and I shrugged.

“What’s there to eat?” I walk out of the bathroom with Taehyung on my heels. Walking into the kitchen, I hop onto the counter while Taehyung rummages through the fridge.

“I could make you some eggs.. Or better yet; ramyun with eggs. Your favorite” I scowled. The thought of ramyun suddenly didn’t sound to appetizing.

“No. I’m really not in the mood for that” I answer. Taehyung closes the fridge and stares at me dumb founded “What?” I ask in confusion.

“You? Not in the mood for your favorite meal? You always want ramyun with eggs” He walks closer to me, standing in between my legs and wrapping his arms around my waist “What is going on with you?” He asks.

“I don’t know..”

“Have you started your period?” I chuckle, playfully hitting him on the chest.

“No you dork! I’m actually a week late..” I trail; A thought suddenly occurring. I thought back to two weeks ago.

“Tae?” I start and he nods “Did we use a condom…?”

~To Be Continued~

Here's that story. It starts from that comic where Sammy dies. Hope you like.

awesomelogicflip submitted:

Henry didn’t know what to really think at this point. Joey’s letter to him had brought him back to the old studio, a place that after what his own creation had done to him he’d promised himself to never set foot in again. His co-worker’s letter had made it seem like the now out of busniess company was having a reunion of sorts. A gathering of old faces to reminice about the ‘good ol’ days’ and the fun times they had. He’d almost decided not to go. If on;y becuase he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stand looking into the aged faces of those he’d onced worked with while his own face barely aged a day since that incident thrity years ago.

After Bendy turned him into a toon. Oh, he remembered that day very FUCKING well. It had been a Thursday that he nor America wouldn’t soon forget. The Wall Street crash and the start of the depression.

He’d been at his desk, reading over the script Joey had handed to him shortly before he himself had handed his two week notice. It had been a long time coming, the studio had been bleeding money and Joey owed at least half the staff a months pay. A month and a half for Henry himself. Even before then their arguements about the direction the company was going had put a crack and then a wedge between them. That damn machine and being owed money was just the straw that broke the cammel’s back.

Not even Bendy with his usual upbringing antics could brighten the sour mood that had taken hold of the building. That was to say nothing of the constant painful coughing he’d been suffering with for the last few weeks. Like a chest cold that never quite went away. He suspected it was tuberculosis at best but his doctor said during his last visit that it was possible something else was wrong.

It was that day at five in the morning that Bendy had entered his office and before he could even get out a ‘Hello’ something warm and solid hit him full on in the face. The impact being so hard that he was thrown clear off his seat and into the wall. Looking back, he was certain the wall knocked him out cold.

Then he woke up, surrounded by horrifed looking co-workers.

Now, after what had to be a series of near heart attacks, ever since he entered this decrepted place, he was face to face with the dancing demon himself who was currently having a breakdown over the swriling black and red mushy spot that had once been Sammy Lawrence.

Henry’s first two insticts were to puke and pass out in that order but somehow he was bale to get a hold of himself and began to look hard at anything else BUT that spot on the floor. That only thing being Bendy, who’s sobbing laugher was starting to turn hystrical. Manical. Clutching his head like his fingers were the only thing keeping his skull from breaking apart. As Henry watched he could only wonder what had happened here after he left? What had Joey done to him?

“What did Joey do to me?” It was with that question adruptly cutting of Bendy’s wailing that Henry realized he’d said that out loud. The cartoon spun around, gloved hand pointing at him like a knife. “How about you did to me?!”

Even with the palapble deadly amount of venom that came with those words, even with the bulding nauaisa that comes with seeing someone flattened before ones eyes, even with the rope burns around his arms keeping him from doing the one thing every animal instinct in his body told him to do, he couldn’t help a flicker of shocked anger twinge in his chest. “What I did to you?” Henry almost didn’t recognize his own voice.

“You…do you needa reminder?” Bendy’s pie-cut eyes narrowed and he stalked up to him through the puddle that had once been Sammy and stabbed a finger into his chest. For a being that barely reached his navel on tip-toes, his precense was intimidating. “A smack across the noggin?” The next words from his mouth sounded equal parts angry and frustated with maybe a tinge of…Henry wasn’t sure. It almost sounded like reget or sadness but maybe that was just a sympathetic tirck of his ears. “YOU PEOPLE USED ME AND WHEN I NEEDED YOU, MY CREATOR, MY ARTIST, YOU LEFT!”

It took a moment for the devil’s words to sink in and when they did Henry’s mind was thrown in a wirl. That’s what this was about? A grudge? Over him doing his job? Over some nonexistant chance he’d even stay after what that damn cartoon did to him?! Henry’s mind went back to that day and the consquences of it. Of how this damn little thing had looked so satified with himself when he’d confronted it about what he did and his blood began to boil. “What did you expect?”

Bendly blinked. “What did ya say?”

“What in the FUCK did you expect, you little shit? You runined my life that day and you had the gall, the brass set, to look me in the eye expecting a 'Thank you'  My wife barely recognized me when I went home that night. The children didn’t. They screamed when they saw me. Everyone on the street looks at me and treats me like a freak becuase of you!” Henry wasn’t prepared for the rage that boiled out of his mouth. It came on a huge flood, like a dam in his mind had bust open. He did nothing to contain what he said and wouldn’t even if he could, Thrity years of frustation, thrity years of pain, of not seeing his wife, of not getting to see his children grow up, only able to watch his son’s military funeral from a distance after he was shot down in Normandy, missing his wife’s funeral and never knowing that she’d been sick, his own pathetic lonelyness that had pushed him to even come here, all of it turned every word into a knife that he wanted to plant into that cartoon’s head. “You come in here talking like you were the one wronged? Here’s a newsflash for you, Bendy! You weren’t meant to exist! When Joey built that damn machine and you and the other’s came out of it we knew that you were an abomination! Something that wasn’t suposed to exist. You weren’t susposed to be anything more that a character for entertainment. Joey was the one that gave you life, blame him.”

As if his final scentence was a fist the inky devil finched back, curling into himself as if to shield himself from sound itself. “Ya don’ know nothin’.” His words came out sounding so small and quiet. “He promised…”

“I know enough.” Henry hissed, suddenly unable to hold on to his rage. “I know you weren’t suposed to be like this. I know you and your friends were meant to entertain. I know that for Joey to bring you all to life just for that purpose was wrong in so many ways. The only thing I don’t know is what he promised you.”

Silence fell over the room and Bendy grew so still that the only reason Henry knew he wasn’t looking at a just drawing on a sheet of paper was the ever present smudge that was once Sammy Lawerence that was alll but forgotten in his rage.

“He promised me you.”

For a moment, Henry wasn’t sure he’d heard right. “What?”

“You.” The little devil’s head snapped up, pie-cut eyes brimming with what Henry could only assume were tears, black tracks trailing down round cheeks. His voice was almost pleading as he took a step forward hands up like a beggar wanting anything a passing soul could spare. “You were sick, Henry. Ev'rybody knew it. You were so pale before I…fixed you. I saved you. Why? Why can’t you get that?” The last two words were broken by a sob and Henry was reminded that he was tired up as Bendy took another step forward, hands gathering up fistfulls of his shirt. “I j-just…” Bendy choked up, his visage starting to smear and drip, and the toon dropped to his knees with a wet WUD. “I didn’t want to lose muh…my dad.”

Oh, wow.  This is super interesting!  It’s an EXTREMELY different take on the story from the direction I went in with the Toon Henry AU – in my version of the events, Henry was turned into a cartoon at the end of this AU’s version of Chapter 1.

Interesting that you chose to have it be an event from 30 years ago, and that this would be the reason Henry left instead of being drafted for WWII!

red cheeks and rainy days

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none fluff

Word count: 1,300

A/N: honestly this is my first time writing a fic of any kind and I hope it’s not horrible but lmfao who am I kidding anyway hope u guys like it as much as I like clichéd rainy day fluff fics


It was raining when you first met him – and like the skies, you were pouring out and spilling over. It probably wasn’t the best day in the world to meet to a cute stranger, but somehow that’s how life goes.

The whole day felt like a roller coaster ride, trickling from happy to sad to furious to full-on depressing. You were letting your emotions get to the better of you, and all you wanted to do now was go home and sleep forever. Or at least, for the next 24 hours. You subconsciously blamed it on all the stress from school work, exams, and your irascible English Lit teacher who refused to acknowledge your term paper on 1980’s science fiction and its role in contemporary media. Either way, you trudged home and hoped that no one would notice the resting scowl on your face that could probably scare away even the friendliest of people.

As you reached the bus stop, you felt a droplet fall onto your nose and looked up. “Ugh, of all the days” you muttered as the rain shower slowly built up into a heavy downpour. “I literally took a shower this morning, for god’s sake.” Gathering your belongings, you swung your backpack over your head and ran to the bus stop. Finally under the safety of the roof, you attempted to dry off and checked to see if anything in your backpack had gotten wet. It didn’t help that you were in a cute, light pink dress and heels that you wore for your presentation today. Shivering at the cold air on your legs, you sat down on the bench and warmed yourself up as you waited for the bus to arrive.

A few minutes later, you look up to see a boy in a dark grey hoodie carrying his backpack in front of him as he rushed to the bus stop to get out of the rain. As he approached you sitting down, he looked slightly surprised and let out a small, “Hello” before he began to dry off his clothes. You made room for him on the bench and he gladly took a seat next to you, clearly out of breath from running in the rain. You glanced at him and felt like you’ve seen him around before. “Does he go to school with me?” you thought to yourself. Still in a bad mood, you forget about it and go back to being sullen and gloomy, wondering why it’s taking so long for the bus to arrive.

The boy next to you runs his hands through his wet hair, droplets falling everywhere. As he gets settled in, he glances over at you. “Man, this rain really isn’t letting up huh?” You responded with a “Mhmm” and continued to stare into the distance, not really in the mood to talk. He shifted awkwardly in his seat and cleared his throat. “I uh, I’ve actually seen you around school. I think we have English Lit together. I really liked your paper that you presented today on 80’s sci-fi.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, noticing that he’s gripping his hands together and looking up awkwardly at the roof of the bus stop. “So that’s where I recognized you from. You were the only one paying attention” You laughed bitterly. “Even Mr. Walker looked bored out of his mind.” He chuckled and replied, “Well, I thought it was brilliant. Um… You’re [Y/N], right? I’m Peter.” “Nice to meet you Pete,” you responded, with your first sincere smile of the day. You thought you saw him blush slightly and he laughed at the nickname. You continued talking about how horrible your English teacher was and that one kid in the back who doesn’t stop asking why we need to follow proper diction rules in papers, when obviously he could use a few lessons or two on basic grammar.

You shivered suddenly as the wind picked up and it was getting colder by the minute. Peter noticed that you were in a wet dress and that your knees were bare and open. It was a sleeveless dress, so your shoulders were starting to get chilly as well. He didn’t mean to stare, but after a while you felt his continued gaze on you and laughed. “Hey Peter, I’m up here.” He blushed and looked away, mentioning that you seemed cold. He took off his slightly dry hoodie and gave it to you to wear. “It looks like you need it more than I do,” he muttered, still furiously blushing away.

You thanked him and put the hoodie over your head, feeling glad that it was still warm from his body heat. Immediately, you felt better and sighed into the warmth. You sniff at the hoodie and are pleased to find that it smells like a mixture of tea, old books and wet fabric softener. “Hmmm” you sigh. Peter looks over and stutters, “Ah! I’m uh, sorry if it smells bad. I mean, I don’t usually smell! Unless I wore it to the gym. B-But I’m sure I washed it yesterday night. Or was it last week…?” He contemplates for a moment and you laugh out loud beside him. “It’s fine, Peter. Thanks. I feel a lot warmer now” you reply, and he seems relieved to hear that you don’t think he smells.

“Good, because next thing you know there’s gonna be rumors everywhere that Peter Parker wears week-old sweaters and I’m already known as the nerd dude so I don’t need that added to the list” he says with a smile on his face. You laughed and rolled your eyes at his comment. “Peter, you’re like seriously smart though. I think I saw you on the school newspaper. You guys won the national decathlon competition last year? That’s pretty amazing if you ask me” you respond. Peter scratched the back of his head shyly, “Yeah, I mean it was no big deal – the rest of the team is awesome so the credits go to them.” You smile and say, “Look at this, Pete’s being so humble!”

He grins widely, making your heart beat a little faster when you notice how close you two were sitting on the bench. Because it was so cold, you guys had naturally inched closer while talking to share a little body heat. He looked down at his feet and smiled, “I’m glad… You seemed a bit down in the dumps earlier so I wanted to cheer you up.” He fiddled with his thumbs and glanced over at you. You were surprised. Not that he had noticed your foul mood earlier and was trying to make you feel better, but that you had forgotten you were even in a bad mood at all. It had completely erased itself from your mind the moment Peter started talking to you.

You smiled gently and decided to get a little closer, and Peter holds his breath when he notices that your face is just inches from his. “Thanks, I wasn’t feeling that great today but you made it a whole lot better,” you say and you grab his hand without thinking. Peter jumps a little and his face turns red again. You couldn’t help but notice the freckles dotted over his nose and how there were still droplets of rainwater trickling down onto his face from his hair. You snapped out of it and let go, embarrassed at what you just did. “S-sorry, I don’t know why I did that” you laughed hastily and hoped to god he’s not weirded out. Peter laughed nervously and replied, “No, it was nice! I liked it…” He holds your hand in his again and your heart flutters. “Your hands are warm” he whispered, and you giggled at how his words tickled your ear.

And as you two sat hand in hand waiting for the rain to let up, you desperately wished for the bus to never come.