Boredom Be Damned (Peter Parker x reader)

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Prompt #2: “You’re hot when you’re angry.”

All Peter wanted to do was get his homework done before adventuring into the night, but Y/N walks in and turns his study session into a flush session.

Requested: yes @myfriendmagislit

Warning: slight language

Here’s another request for #2! So excited to write this bc this user is the og:) hope you enjoY!!! This is also kinda long so oops lol and I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!:-) @myfriendmagislit

MASTERLIST <———————-


Were you supposed to be on your way to Peter’s right now? No. Did you tell Peter you were on your way to him right now? No.

You were bored as hell, it was as simple as that. You tried to entertain yourself in numerous ways, even attempting to do your pre-scheduled homework for tomorrow night. But that put your state of mind into greater boredom. So, you decided you would carry your bored, sorry ass all the way three blocks to Peter’s apartment. It’s not that you only did this when you were extremely bored, you did almost every day. It just turns out that today, Peter didn’t mention to you anything about working on homework or hanging out for the night. This surprised you to an extreme length, due to the fact you and Peter were stuck like glue all day, every day.

So, you being the nosy ass you were, you decided to investigate. Which worked out perfectly because you were bored as well! Of course your sneakiness did play a part in your feet carrying you to Peter’s that night, but it wasn’t only that. And it wasn’t just the boredom.

Maybe it was the pulsing excitement that ran through your veins every time Peter would run up to you with good news about his exciting double life. Or maybe it was the way your heart grew heavy in your chest when Peter’s lean, muscled body would sit closely next to you as you worked on homework, the heat radiating off his frame to hit yours. Or it might be just spending time with your best friend—correction, beautiful best friend, that caused your feelings to intensify as you got older. Maybe it was all of those things and more, that caused your mind to shift your boredom to Peter.

You admitted these intense feelings a while ago, your instinct immediately knowing your affection for the brown eyes, sweet smiling boy as soon as you laid your eyes on him ten years ago. Your friendship blossomed, consisting of ever lasting laughs and good times, it was what everyone dreamed of in a relationship.

The only problem was, the feeling was only one sided. To your dismay, they were extremely one sided. Your friends would constantly say otherwise, swearing that he looked at you the exact way you gazed at him, but you never saw it. You knew they were just trying to make you feel better. Especially due to the fact Liz Allen was someone who constantly popped up in conversations between you and Peter. This obviously made you feel instant loss and regret. But if Peter was happy, you were happy.

You slowly let your yearning thoughts of Peter vanish before arriving at Peter’s door. You sigh, grabbing the key underneath the mat Aunt May had told you about and open the door, the silence hitting you. You shut the door slowly, walking through the living room area, searching for Peter in the so far vacant house. As no sign of Peter approaches, you walk to his bedroom door, knowing that he’d be in there. Your knuckles hit lightly against the white door, shoving one hand  in your side jacket pocket and the other holding your thermos with water as you wait for the door to open.

You hear the jiggle of the door knob and and look up, seeing a wondrous sight that made your eyes look everywhere place in the world besides Peter’s eyes.

“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” he questioned kindly, quirking his head to the side at your sudden appearance at his door. You tried to remember to breath as your eyes came in contact with a very shirtless, very ripped, and very hot Peter standing before you. Clutching your cup tightly,  your eyes lingered on his sculpted abs as your mouth stood agape at the sight before you.

Thank god for boredom. What would you without it?

“Y/N?” his voice quickly snapped your dirty thoughts of him out of your mind, disrupting everything good in this world. Y/E/C meets a playful brown as your mouth snaps shut, shaking your head vigorously as you leap out of a hazed state.

Almost breathlessly you rush out, “Oh! I-I was just really bored. Needed something to do,” you finish, shrugging your shoulders at your lousy interpretation of boredom.

He raised his eyebrows, opening the door farther for you to enter. You took note of his right muscle flexing at the stretch of his arm before he spoke, “Okay. Yeah, I’m just trying to get my homework done. Tony asked me to do something when I got done, and May’ll kill me if I leave without finishing it.”

You shook your head as a sign of understanding, noticing his seemingly stressed state as you sat down on his bed. He shut the door, turning towards you with his hands on his naked hips, “But yeah you can hang here, I’m just gonna finish the assignment for Algebra. You know how picky Ms. Roberts’ can be,” he chuckled lightly, smiling in your direction.

“Oh and those papers next to you are the chemistry homework, if you need to see it.“

You nodded, a close mouthed smile adorned your lips at his sweet gaze. He sighed before sitting down at his desk, continuing his work, leaving you there.

Is this a fucking joke? Is he seriously not going to put on a shirt? He’s never done this before! But, would you want him to? The view from here is fucking incredible. Boredom be damned.

Your eyes once again scaled his half naked body, but this time it was the back view you got to see. The lamp accompanied his brain in helping him finish his work, the remnants of the light shone on his back muscles. You felt your mouth open once again as you carved the muscles with your eyes, craving to run your fingers over every curve of his body. His bangin’ body was another added bonus to Peter Parker. His sweet smile, incredible personality, and extraordinary intelligence were the major factors that made you fall for him. But this, fuck. This was part of the premium package you didn’t know you had signed up for.

You dazedly watched his shoulder move with arm as he sketched the answer quickly on his paper, and sometimes bring his arm up and run his fingers through his ruffled brown locks. You suddenly remembered the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, that had probably been there for minutes. You reached your arm up rapidly, attempting to wipe the drool silently and sneakily.

Well, that plan failed.

Because as soon as your hand hit the corner of your mouth, your elbow also hit your thermos, knocking it over and open, all over Peter’s chemistry homework that was lying next to you on his bed.


Eyes widened, your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with the now soaking wet papers lying sloppily on his bed. A gasp emitted from your throat at the sight of the black ink spreading all over the drenched papers. ruining it even more. Well, your gasp awoke Peter from his intense gaze on his work to quickly looking behind him. His eyes grew at the sight of you directed to the now wet papers and thermos lying on top of them. Your mouth agape, you dared to look at Peter’s gaze hitting you like a brick wall.

He ran over to his ruined work, fingers picking up the wet paper, his gaze flashing from the homework to your guilty Y/E/C eyes staring deeply into his own, "Y/N WHAT THE HELL!”

You gaping lips barely stuttered out a response as you reached over and picked up the thermos, “P-Peter I’m so sorry! It was an accident I swear!” you rushed out, throwing the empty thermos to the ground before yanking the remaining papers off his bed and throwing them in the trash can next to you.


Your eyes shut off instantly as Peter’s voice grew weak and strong at the same time, defeat yet anger taking over his demeanor. But, instead of listening to his rant about your previous actions, you watched his arms point from you to the papers, his bicep flexing every moment he stretched them. His eyebrows furrowed and raised at your gaze just staring at him like he’s speaking gibberish. But, you were noticing his arm and neck veins popping out at the stress in his voice and your insides turned gooey, his state turning you on a lot.

“… Mr. Stark needs me! He finally asked me to do something for once and I  was so ready! Now May won’t let me go! Jesus Y/N, could you of been a little more careful? You-”

Your mind shut off his anger towards you, clouding with scandalous thoughts you’ve never thought of before. This caused your thoughts and apparently brain to shut down as you interrupted his rant.

“You’re hot when you’re angry.”

Oh my god. Those words did not just come out of your mouth. What the fuck are you thinking?! Holy shit he thinks you’re some creep-

“W-What did you just say?” Peter questioned, chest slowly deflating from his previous state. You felt your cheeks sprout bright red as his figure inched closer to yours. Your brain finally wanted to work again, your eyes peeking up from staring intently at the floor after your previous comment. His nerves rose immediately, realizing your thoughts on him.

“W-What? I didn’t say-”

“Yes you did. What did you say?” now Peter’s soft brown eyes were gazing intently in yours, his own cheeks matched yours, both flushed and embarrassed. His heart raced at your sudden exposed feelings towards him, and he couldn’t of been happier.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting your lip in guilt as your eyebrows furrowed, “I really didn’t mean to say that. I meant to s-say t-that you were scary when you’re angry, not h-hot. Not that you aren’t hot when y-you’re angry, because you are, obviously I mean look at you! O-Oh my god, I’ll just shut up!” you hollered, an extremely nervous chuckle sprang from your throat, attempting to cover up your immense awkwardness.

Peter’s cheeks flushed even more as he heard it roll off your pretty lips once again, a smile played across his own. His eyes sparkled at your red cheeks staring at the floor. He stepped forward slightly, his head daringly leaned towards your ear, his own nervousness growing per second.

Your heart beat sped at his closeness as his lips brushed your tinted-pink ear, his hot breath whispering against your heated skin, “Maybe I should make you angry sometime.”

And you’re pretty sure you died right then and there.


Jordan Parrish x Stilinski!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, NSFW, smut, car sex.
Word count: 1 311

A/N: So I wrote it like Parrish was there when the Darach came the first time.

“Do you need a ride home?” Parrish asked as you walked out from your dad’s office. You had spent your entire day there, being watched since your brother thought the Darach would take you, since you were a virgin.

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“You’re a Superhero?” (Peter Parker x reader)

Originally posted by magneteers

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader (Tony Stark friendship with reader and Peteras well)

Summary: Peter and Ned are keeping something from Y/N, and she is determined to find out what. But, can she without letting her secret slip through too?


Requested: Yes (anonymous)

Here’s another imagine for y'all! Hope you like it! It’s a little long lol. Some of y'all were asking about a masterlist and yes! Below:



It had been exactly six days, four hours, and forty-two minutes since you had spoken to Peter or Ned. You didn’t really know how to act like a normal human being without their obnoxious tactics ringing in your ears of every second of every day. Especially since your small crush on Peter was slightly creeping up on you as the days passed on. They were your best friends, always had been. But, this time, it wasn’t a delicate topic, apparently.

You had walked up to them at lunch almost a week ago, clutching your lunch tray with both hands, a smile plastered on your face  as you were excited as all to tell them your news about the algebra test getting pushed back to Thursday. All three of you stayed up so late the night before studying for that test, and by the end of the night, none of you had any idea what was going on, which was odd. You usually nailed math within three seconds. But not this time. So, your excitement was very evident on your face.

You approached them, Peter’s back slightly turned around as Ned followed the position, their eyes fixate don something clearly much more important than lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed on confusion as you set down your backpack next to you and your lunch tray in front of you, taking a seat at the gray lunch. Your stare becomes more intent, neither of the boys turning around to notice presence.

“Uh, hello?” you questioned, knocking your knuckles against the hard surface. All of the sudden, their ears perk at the the sudden noise, both heads turning around completely.

Eyebrows raised, you make direct eye contact with Peter, his brown orbs widening at the sight of your presence, “Oh! H-Hey, Y/N.”

Ned’s hair falls in front of his eyes, a guilty yet seemingly confused smile rolls over his lips, shoulders slouching a little, “Heyyyy,” he said, rolling out the ‘y’.

Your arms fold across your chest, suspiciously giving them a stare down, eyes narrowing as they slide from Peter to Ned, and back to Peter, “What are doing back there?” Your tone serious yet skeptical.

Peter shot you a weak smile, “Nothing!” he blurted out suddenly, eyes still widen at your suspicious glare. “We were just checking our work from Mrs. Smith’s lab yesterday.”

“Uh, no,” you interjected, shaking your head, looking at them as if they thought you were stupid, “We turned in our labs yesterday. They’re already graded, Peter.”

His mouth popped open and closed numerous times, looking like a gaping fish out of water, knowing he’d been caught so easily. You scooted up further on the sat, placing your folded arms on the table, “What were you really doing, Peter?” you questioned, your tension rising for the last time.

Ned shot up, belting out before Peter could say anything, “It’s nothing! We can’t tell you, Y/N. Like we really, can’t tell you.”

Peter looked from you to Ned multiple times before shaking his head up and down, signalling his agreement with Ned, “We just can’t.”

What was he hiding?

You felt your tension rise, ruining your previous thoughts, “I would never keep a secret from you two, ever,” you let out sternly, cracking your knuckles.

Lies. You’re such a liar.

Peter and Ned both looked at each other quickly before shooting you a guilty look for what felt like the thousandth time in a matter of five minutes. Your Y/E/C eyes pierced through Ned’s quickly, then shooting toward Peter’s gaze. Y/E/C pierced into his sparkling brown gaze and you felt disconnected with your best friend for the first time in your life. You share everything with each other, why not this.

You felt excluded and betrayed. Picking up your backpack, you roll your eyes in their direction once more before muttering, “Whatever. Guess we’re not as close as I had thought,” the words dripped like venom off your lips, anger bubbling deep inside you. You whisk away quickly, not looking back at what you had thought, your best friends faces.

The next few days, you felt the build up of tension between you and Peter. Every time he would see you in the hallway, he would give you a stern look before slamming his locker shut, ignoring your distant presence, and go to class. You began to realize your slight crush on him was fading, fast. You couldn’t believe how your two friends could keep anything from you, and Peter couldn’t believe you would be mad at him for something as little as an untold secret. He knew you would never keep anything from him, but this was just too big of a matter.

Or so he thought.

“Call Mr. Stark, Jane” you told your suit, yanking your mask off, revealing your sweaty face in the mirror gazing back at you.

“Calling Tony Stark..” Jane, as you liked to call her, initiated the call to Mr. Stark. You slumped down onto your bed, lying back on your pillow in complete exhaustion from this weeks past events.

“Miss Y/N, what can I do for you today?” Tony’s voice now evident in your ear.

You sat up immediately, wrapping your arm around your bedpost, “Yes, Mr. Stark, I was wondering if you had anything for me to possibly do? I’m very… bored,“ you said hesitantly but confidently, yearning for Tony to give you something to do to take your mind off everything going on around in your ‘normal’ life.

Tony’s breath was steady in the earpiece for a few moments before sighing heavily, "Okay, Miss Y/L/N, I have something, well someone I want you to meet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it. Another… project.”

Your eyes lit up and your heart quickened at the thought of another superhero, “Yes, Mr. Stark! I would love to! Anything I need to know about this other… project?” you questioned, arms bending down to take off your blue and yellow suit, preparing for the mission.

“Yes, actually. They’re around your age, kind of annoying. Rather… talkative,” he said with slight annoyance in his voice.

You chuckled lightly, “Bye, Mr. Stark see you soon!” you yelled a little too excitedly before ending the call as you quickly shoved your suit into your bag. As soon as your foot hit the door mat, your mind instantly began to wonder into thoughts of this other super-human.

What were they like? Were their powers similar to yours? Not many people can teleport and or telepathically communicate with one another. Were they a guy? Oh god, what if he’s hot? Well, may be nice to have some eye candy your age on missions. What if I know them? Oh, c'mon, that’s almost impossible.Th chances of that happening are like a billion to one.

When you arrived at Stark Tower, Tony leading you to your so called 'mission’, your excitement ran up and down your veins. Your stomach did somersaults ever second as your feet kept a steady pace behind Tony.

Interrupting your thoughts, Tony, turned around to speak to you, still walking, “So, Miss Y/L/N, I have had this in mind for quite some time now. I just thought with being the only two teenagers on the team, if you met someone similar to you, you’d feel more comfortable,” he continued, typing in a pass-code on a tablet as you approached a huge gray door.

“But, you know of Spider-Man, right?” he questioned, eyebrows raised at your nervous gaze. Your eyes widened as the name rolled off his tongue.

“O-Of course, I mean he’s a new legend here,” you attempted to let out calmly as Tony still looked at you. “I had no idea he was so young.”

“Oh yes, he’s your age. That’s who I wanted you to meet today, but not 'Spider-Man’. The character behind the mask.”

Your stomach’s somersaults picked up. Oh my god, Spider-Man is a legend. You were a new trainee, so you looked in awe at this young yet legendary person behind the red mask.

Tony opened one last door, turning to you and stopping once you were inside, “Okay, I’ll send him out here. You stay here,” he smiled slightly at you as your head nodded vigorously in his direction. He walked behind yet another large door to retrieve your new colleague.

Okay, act cool. He’s just someone who’s just like you. Tony may even send you on missions with these boy, so you got this. When he walks in, just stick your hand out politely and say to him, “Hello, I’m-”


Your ears instantly heard the familiar sounding voice echo into your ears like something so delicate it would hurt if you didn’t understand what was standing right in front of you. The scratchiness of the tone hit you like a bus, interrupting your thoughts. Slowly yet threateningly, you turned around, glistening brown was what hit you first as your best friend Peter Parker stood in front of you, holding the unrecognizable blue and red suit by his side.

“Oh my god. You’re a superhero?,” you let out, eyes widening at the boy standing in front of you.

Peter blinked rapidly, his mouth barely able to let out any words at your figure holding the blue and yellow suit, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”

You nodded your head in agreement, slowly walking towards him. Your heart rate sped up and your face turned a bright red, due to the fact Peter knew your secret and you know knew his. Your eyes captivated his in a gaze for what felt like years, your breaths now mingling at your close proximity.

You were surprised by your next set of actions. Lifting a hand towards his face, you set it on his face softly, your hands laying on top of his muscular jaw bone, your voice in awe, “I just can’t believe it’s you.”

He smiled softly at your actions, his eyes scanning your face, looking for some kind of explanation. You then realized you now knew what kept you two from talking for a week. Your lips curled into a sly smile, “So, this must have been one big lab Mrs. Smith had to grade.”

His expression switched to a joyful one, reaching forward to wrap his arms around you. You followed him, your arms enveloping him in a bone crushing hug as he muttered in your ear, “You have no idea.”

Guilty Eyes Fever but you're hearing it from far away outside of an opera hall
Guilty Kiss
Guilty Eyes Fever but you're hearing it from far away outside of an opera hall

Someone asked for a Guilty Eyes Fever shitpost and this was the best I could think of. So go ahead and take, essentially, Distant Guilty Eyes Fever/Guilty Eyes Fever but it’s really far away.


Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)

 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 

 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.


“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”


The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.


I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

The Morning After

Request: I would love a Bucky smut where him and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.

Summary: You were supposed to go on a undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.

Warnings: smut, sexual tension, fluff

A/N: I have another draft of this written up but it was all over the place and I didn’t like it so I switched to this one.

“I know you were expecting to go on this mission with Steve, but we have a job to do.” Bucky threw a towel over his shoulder, heading toward the door of the hotel room.

“Well, once you took Steve’s place this mission just got exponentially harder.” You stepped out of the bathroom, towel and sunscreen in your hand.

“How so?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You jutted your hip out, rolling your eyes at him. Your bikini was nothing special; it had a pushup top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, but that was about it. The top and the bottom matched with blue and white stripes. You topped the outfit off with red sunglasses; the suit was meant to get a chuckle from Steve, not Bucky.

“Because now I have to pretend I’m head over heels in love with you, not Steve.” You flipped the light off. “Let’s just go check out the damn pool.”

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Carousel | 03

Playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Future Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,648 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

a/n: for my curious babies, @ssconce, @the95liner :’)

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songs list ♡

  1. guilty eyes fever (guilty kiss)
  2. mermaid festa vol. 1 (µ’s)
  3. sunshine pikkapika ondo (aqours)
  4. storm in lover (umi sonoda & eli ayase)
  5. beat in angel (maki nishikino & rin hoshizora)
  6. loveless world (µ’s)

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Only Mine

Description:  When you realized your boyfriend was cheating you didn’t expect the waiter you chose for retaliation to become so important to you.  Now that you are engaged it is time for you to finally declare who is the one you belong with.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 9083

Warning: Dom!Hoseok, spanking, breath play, cheating, punishment

A/N: This has taken forever and I am sorry about that BUT MYSTIC MESSENGER DESTROYED MY LIFE.  Hopefully possessive Hoseok makes up for it.  

Oh, also I need to give a special thanks to @avveh (I feel like I tag you in all of these now) because without her withholding vines, pictures, and gifs from me until I met my word count for the day this would not have been completed anytime soon.

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i love sickfics okay i am forcing this upon you

“Lance!” Shiro’s stern voice sounded muffled as Lance took a breath. He was having trouble concentrating, and it felt like he was fading in and out of consciousness. He felt beads of sweat on his forehead and hastily wiped them away, trying to focus on piloting Blue.

“Lance, we need to separate to distract them,” Shiro prompted, his voice sounding muffled still. Lance swallowed and blinked away the dizziness before responding.

“Roger that,” Lance managed, hoping his voice didn’t sound too awful. He had little energy to speak, and he used all he had to make sure he sounded normal.

“Lance, go to the right, I’ll go to the left, Keith go in front, Pidge go above, and Hunk, you just fly around them in circles,” Shiro ordered.

“Are you sure that’ll work?” Hunk questioned doubtfully. Lance suppressed a sneeze.

“It’ll have to. Let’s move!” Shiro demanded. Lance blearily watched the paladins fly into their places, and slowly followed suit and piloted Blue to the right.

Lance felt his heart race and sweat dripped down onto his nose. His breathing was faster than he wanted it to be, and he took off his helmet to wipe the sweat away. It was no use, he was already drenched in it.

Lance was sure that he was sick. He felt subpar the other day, but he thought it was just from stress and being tired, so he slept it off. He was dead wrong.

Lance was shivering, but sweating at the same time. His face felt hot and he couldn’t stop coughing.

Lance’s mind has been so foggy, he hasn’t even been moving Blue very much. He’s been flying to the right, and almost ended up out of range since he wasn’t focusing.

Lance felt his lion sway in circles, and quickly but lethargically lunged to the controls, trying to gain control of Blue. It only made it worse, and Lance realized that Blue was flying fine.

Before Lance could think of anything else that could’ve been wrong, he passed out and fell to the floor of his lion. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed them somewhere safe and hidden, making sure that nothing got to the ill blue paladin.

“Where’d Lance go? He’s out of range,” Pidge questioned, flying her lion down to attract the Galra fleet’s attention before springing up again.

“He’s supposed to be distracting them with us,” Keith muttered, flying towards the fleet from the front and then sharply turning away when they fired a shot towards the red lion.

“Wait a second,” Shiro mumbled, looking at the map his lion was showing him. The blue dot that represented Lance was blinking and stationary.

“Lance isn’t moving, and his lion’s sending out some kind of distress signal,” Shiro pointed out.

“Keith, go find Lance,” Shiro ordered suddenly, gripping his lion’s controls to distract the Galra fleet.

“Are you sure you can make do without me?” Keith questioned worriedly.

“Someone has to make sure Lance’s okay,” Shiro pointed out. Keith sighed reluctantly, and grabbed Red’s controls, flying his lion to where Blue was.

“Alright Lance, where are you,” Keith muttered, eyeing the map every few seconds to make sure he was headed in the right direction. The red lion flew into the cave where Blue was, landing and ejecting Keith.

Keith dusted off his paladin armor and huffed, looking at the blue lion. Blue seemed to be in great shape, so why did she have an emergency landing and use her distress signal?

“Lance?” Keith called, entering the helm of the blue lion. He gasped when he saw that Lance was unconscious and on the floor. Keith gently moved his body so Lance’s back was rested against the wall.

“Oh no,” Keith muttered, studying the blue paladin. His skin was pale, and he was sweating and shivering. Keith placed the back of his hand on Lance’s forehead to discover he had a raging fever.

“Guys?” Keith called into the intercom.

“What’s going on?” Shiro questioned, sounding distracted.

“Lance is shaking, sweating, unconscious, and he has a raging fever,” Keith replied, trying to think of ways to rouse him from unconsciousness.

“Oh no, that’s not good,” Shiro replied. Keith sighed, searching Blue for a water bottle or something.

“We’ll be there soon, we’ve almost got this covered,” Shiro addressed. Keith muttered a response before taking off his helmet. Keith rummaged around Blue until he found a water bottle. It was small, but it would do the job.

Keith found a cleaning rag in the corner and grabbed it, drenching it in cold water. He wrung out the rag and draped it across Lance’s forehead. Just moments later, Lance opened his eyes and coughed.

“Oh thank God,” Keith sighed heavily in relief. Lance coughed again, his tired body doubling over. He groaned and leaned back against the wall, sniffling.

“What happened?” Lance muttered, looking around Blue and realizing that he was no longer in the air, he was on the floor and in a cave somewhere.

“You must’ve passed out. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed you guys in here,” Keith explained, grabbing the damp rag from Lance’s forehead and pouring more water over it before wringing it out again. Keith draped it back over Lance’s forehead, and Lance sighed at its cool touch.

“You’re in rough shape,” Keith muttered, looking the blue paladin up and down. Lance scoffed bitterly but was interrupted by a harsh cough.

“Thanks,” Lance replied, his voice scratchy.

“Keith?” Shiro’s quiet voice sounded from Keith’s helmet which was set off to the side. Keith picked it up and swiftly placed it over his head, pressing the intercom button on the side.

“Yeah? What’s going on?” Keith questioned.

“We’re on our way to your location, stay put,” Shiro ordered before going offline. Keith sighed in relief. Lance looked confused, but before he could ask what was going on, another harsh cough wracked his body.

“Everyone’s on their way, Allura and Coran have been alerted and they’re on their way as well,” Keith assured.

“Is the mission over?” Lance asked, his sick voice low and quiet.

“For now, you need to get better before we do anything else,” Keith pointed out. There was a moment of silence before Keith looked at Lance with sudden hostility.

“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?” Keith questioned, his voice angry.

“I did,” Lance replied defensively.

“Oh, pffftt, when?” Keith questioned hotly in reply.

“This morning?” Lance replied, his statement sounding more like a question to get his point across. Keith raised an eyebrow, urging Lance to explain.

“‘Hey guys, I don’t feel very good, I’m gonna take it easy today,’ is what I said,” Lance added. Keith raised both eyebrows to indicate he still had no idea where this was going.

“Does ‘C’mon Lance, we’re all tired. Suck it up, let’s go’ ring a bell?” Lance questioned, attitude clear in his tone, despite sounding sick and tired. Keith immediately looked guilty and his eyes shot down to the floor.

“Yeah,” He muttered, pouting. Lance coughed harshly again for about 10 seconds, his face turning red before he could stop to take a breath.

“To be fair, I didn’t feel as bad this morning as I do now,” Lance replied. Keith was about to say something, but he heard the castle outside and saw the other lions waiting for them.

“Can you fly Blue?” Keith questioned, helping Lance up. Lance wobbled and coughed, leaning onto the pilot chair for support when his world spun again.

“I could try,” Lance responded, swallowing as he sat down in the pilot chair. Keith nodded briskly before leaving and going into the red lion. Lance sighed and his shaky hands fumbled with the controls, taking a minute before finally exiting the cave and flying into his hangar in the castle.

The other paladins, Coran, and Allura were waiting for Lance to exit his lion. Lance huffed as he slowly stood up, quickly throwing his arms to the pilot chair to catch himself when he grew dizzy. He wobbled out of the blue lion, and everyone’s faces fell when they saw Lance.

“Oh my God, you look awful,” Pidge pointed out, her eyebrows high. Lance sniffled and a harsh cough wracked his body for the thousandth time that day, almost knocking him over.

“I think I’m gonna go in my room for now,” Lance muttered.

“You do that,” Shiro replied, patting Lance’s shoulder gently as to not knock him off balance as he wobbled slowly down the hallway. His tired body slumped as he opened his bedroom door.

Lance slept a lot the next few days, and whenever he came out of his room to grab a snack or a meal, everyone apologized profusely for not listening when he said he felt under the weather. Lance accepted their apologies, assuring them that it was okay.

Keith spoiled Lance endlessly with soup, water, and medicine, he made a swift recovery after a few days. Lance thanked Keith for taking care of him, to which Keith just said, “You’d do the same for me” in reply.

After that, whenever Lance said he wasn’t feeling up to something, he was bombarded with questions like, “Are you sick?” or “Are you okay?” “Do you have a fever?” “Do you need medical attention?” Lance would just chuckle and say he was tired, and then he laughed again when everyone sighed in relief.

Lance was glad that his fellow paladins cared for him so much. He knew that if he ever felt under the weather again, he would be in good hands.

K A I R O S | 04 | (M)


(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Waring: Mature content
Word count: 6.7k
Author’s note: Tell me what yall think!! I’d love to know what’s going on in your minds guys.

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“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”


Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

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2AM - part 5 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

A/N: The soundtrack for this chapter is Jeff Buckley’s Lover You Should Have Come Over

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

Between the three of you, Minseok’s frantic and consistently dramatic mother, his sister Minhee and yourself, you managed to drag Minseok to his room and deposit him onto his bed.

To say he was a bit inebriated was the understatement of the century. You’d known Minseok - intimately and honestly - for years, and you had never seen him in a state such as this.

He had to have been drinking all afternoon at least, and by the way you saw him drain that bottle of soju, and the fact that there was next to no liquor amongst the shattered bottle that littered the kitchen floor, telling you that he’d downed that one too, you knew he had really done a number on himself this time.

Even now as he laid, half on his bed, half hanging off and you pulled at his feet trying in vain to straighten him out and roll him onto his side so if he should happen to vomit in his sleep, you wouldn’t need to hold a press conference announcing the death of a beloved member of EXO- dead in his sleep, choked on his own vomit in a drunken stupor.

“What the hell has gotten into him?” Minhee stood at the doorway with her arms over her chest and a look of disgust on her face at the state of her big brother and you bit down on your bottom lip, shaking your head and looking down at the shockingly, still breathtaking face of Kim Minseok as he lightly snored away on his bed in his old room at his parents house.

The bedspread, with its tasteful geometric shapes in a warm shade of grey with bright yellow accents and high thread count that felt like silk against your bare skin, was familiar in a way that made your stomach dance with the warmth that spread through your abdomen up your chest, bringing a wave of nostalgia that you instantly rebuked with a discrete head shake.

You didn’t want that memory.

You definitely didn’t need it…yet the sound of broken glass rattling in the distance that pulled Minhee away, did little to shake that pesky memory from your mind and you stood like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, staring down at the man with the pretty face and the crooked smile and the lips that tasted like heaven itself as your mind wandered into the treacherous waters of your first and only love.

It was only fitting that your first time should have been here, in this very room…on this very bed and on this exact bedspread. How could so little have changed about this room?

Your fingertips grazed along the grey diamonds with yellow stripes as your mind wandered and Minseok stirred on the bed, letting out a low moan that sounded husky and throaty…and familiar. A sound that echoed in your memory as the scene played out against your will.

He’d been watching you all evening, giving you a small smile each time you caught him before he looked away with a pinkness in his cheeks that made your heart flip. The family dinner had been cut short when Minhee had come down with a sudden stomach bug that made her too sick for company and Mrs. Kim had taken her into the hospital when she was in danger of dehydration from the vomiting.

It wasn’t every day that Minseok was home though and the pull to him had been strong lately. No matter how obvious it became that there was really no reason for you to hang around that night, with your best friend gone and his mom nowhere to be found. There was really no one in the house to entertain you. Yet, every muscle in your body made you want to linger. Even now as you sat on the sofa flipping through channels on the tv, you could feel a nagging pull that once again made your eyes turn toward the kitchen.

He cleared his throat and quickly looked down at the sandwich he had been making, resuming the speed at which he spread condiments, that had suspiciously slowed down to a crawl while his eyes had been on you.

Your heart was in your throat and your skin felt much too warm by now. How much longer could this awkward, tense game continue before you either left or –


“Here. I made you one. I don’t think they’ll be back tonight. Minhee seemed pretty sick.” Your daydream was cut short by his shy smile and the plate that you noticed had a tiny tremble that made the sandwich dance in front of your vision for a moment before you grabbed it from him with a surprised eyebrow lift and your own sweet smile.

“Thank you–” you began to express your gratitude when you felt his hand reach down for your own, then free hand that held the remote control that you had somehow forgotten about during the game of shy glances that had been going on for an hour since the others left.

His fingers grazed against your own for the splittest of seconds before you felt him grabbing what he had clearly been after and he sat down next to you on the sofa and focused his attention on the big tv, casually flipping through channels as he began to eat his sandwich.

You could not fake such brevity…because your hand was tingling where the memory of his fingers had touched and your eyes were on his profile.. his pretty nose, striking eyes that flitted around as he focused on channel after channel that flew by. His jaw flexed as he chewed and you watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

You half knew that you should stop staring at him and your mind had its own little count down of impending doom…the seconds you had in which you could freely take in his beauty before he would realize that you were staring and turn to catch you.

“You’re not eating. You should eat. I made it for you.” You heard his voice as he spoke up, still not looking at you, but clearly very aware of your trance. Was he as aware of you as you were of him?

You closed your mouth, which to your horror had been hanging wide open since he sat down, and you pulled your eyes down to look at the plate in your lap.

The sandwich looked simple, yet your stomach was hungry so you picked it up and took a small bite, forcing your eyes to stay down at the plate and off of his face. If only you could force your heart to somehow calm the hell down too.

You must have jumped a mile into the air when you felt his fingertips brush lightly against the corner of your lips and your exaggerated startled reaction made him quickly pull his hand back with wide startled eyes.

“You-you had something, sorry I didn’t meant to–” his voice sounded nervous as he stammered into an explanation as to why he had suddenly touched your mouth and you felt the blush creeping rapidly up your neck to fill your cheeks.

“See?” Your eyes moved to the finger he held up to your face and you saw a bit of sauce from the sandwich — behind his evidence, a small smirk on that pretty face and softer eyes that swore innocence.

He was moving now and you felt the couch shift as he stood up suddenly, taking his half eaten sandwich with him as he retreated into the kitchen.

He came back with a napkin and handed it to you with a bit of a pout on his face that caught you off guard as he sat back down next to you, the warmth of his thigh seeping through his jeans, warming your leg that he leaned against.

“Here…since you don’t want me to touch you.”

There was a bit of a moping tone in his soft voice and you shook your head with a tiny smile.

“I want you to touch me.”

The bold words were out before you could take them back and seal them inside your vault forever and you snapped your lips shut much too late to stop them from reaching his ears.

His hand that held the napkin stopped midway on its way to you and he stared at you with furrowed brows and a confused look on his face.

“I mean…” you knew the blush on your face was fierce and you shook your head trying to steady your voice as you tried to find some way to explain what you had just confessed to him.

“You… want me to–” his question was as fragmented as your mind felt and his eyes were on yours, boring into your mind with the intensity you felt in his gaze. A puff of air danced through his parted lips that you swear you felt hit you right in the face and he closed his eyes tightly for a moment, tilting his head back and forth a few times.

“Y-You’re Minhee’s b-best friend…”

Minseok whispered, nearly too quietly for you to hear and through the noise of the program blaring on the tv screen across the room you weren’t even quite sure you had heard it.. but your hopeful mind screamed at you, sounding out a warning now as he sat there with his eyes closed tightly and one hand slowly moving the plate from his lap to sit on the side beside him.

You looked down to see the napkin flit to the floor and when you looked up he wasn’t looking at you, but down at your hand that rested over your thigh, gripping the side of your own plate for dear life.

When he moved at last you felt the tug as he moved the plate from your lap and his eyes pulled up much too slowly to look into yours.

“You–” he said quietly and you paid no attention to where he put the plate because he had moved closer to where you sat, leaning into you, you could see that the spell he was under was a strong one and his fingers danced up your arm, tracing small circles with cold fingertips along your skin.

“Oppa–” you began a quiet question and his eyes closed again with a slow inhale.

“Do…you think you could call me Minseok?”
“Oppa feels a bit…guilty.”
With his eyes still closed you watched him swallow and the pinkness in his cheeks grew before he clenched down harder on his jaw, making that muscles flex in his face.

Guilty. He knew this was out of line. This was not allowed, yet here you both sat, inches apart without pesky things like plates and sandwiches to get in between you.

He waited for what felt like hours for you to remove the final barrier.

“Minseok–” his name on your lips that night has its own profile of complex flavors and as soon as you said it his eyes shot open and he leaned in, lips pressing against your own as he traced his fingers lightly along your jawline. His fingers flexed against you and your own hands moved to rest over his chest.

It was the second time he had ever kissed you, and your mind molded into action as your body responded to him this time. No longer stunned and impotent like the stolen kiss in the pantry, you parted your own lips when you felt his head tilt and the sharp inhale of breath he took straight from your lungs, both for oxygen and for the taste of you, you sighed into him, giving in to everything you had been wanting to do for years. The softness of those lips, the wetness of his tongue and the greediness you felt in that kiss felt like a drug. You felt its effects take over your body instantly. And you wanted more.

The kiss lasted for years. Although over in a few seconds, that kiss lasted and lasted in your mind and your memory and Minseok pulled away with a small smile, resting his forehead against your own, his hand gripping around the back of your neck.

“You’re Minhee’s best friend.” A whiny complaint against your lips brought out a courage in you and you smiled into him as you leaned in to kiss his lips once more, enjoying the way he reluctantly gave in, a little too easily. Enjoying the way his breathing turned ragged and affected when you bit down lightly on his bottom lip.

“I can be your best friend too Minseok, we’ve known each other long enough.”

“Okay… you can be my best friend then.” You had a feeling he would’ve agreed to anything right now with the sudden desperation you heard in his voice and he was standing and tugging at your arm, urging you to stand, pulling you along, out of the Living Room down the hallway, he turned to watch you as he walked backwards, your hand outstretched in front of you when his back reached his closed bedroom door, he paused with his hand on the knob.

“Does my best friend want to come see my room?”

Best Friend… the memory spurred a sudden realization and you heard him groaning again as he turned over on the bed in a fitful sleep now.

Had the words really come from your own lips? Had you urged Minseok to consider you his best friend from the very beginning? You must have been so high on him that you hadn’t realized the impact your words seemed to have had on him.

There was a knock on the doorframe and you turned suddenly, brought out of your thoughts by the sight of Minseok’s Mother.

“Can we talk for a moment?” There was a lightness in her voice that you honestly hadn’t anticipated, yet as soon as you reached the doorway you felt her grab ahold of your hand and pull you out of Minseok’s room into the hallway. Her eyes shone with an out of place giddy excitement and you tried your best to keep your face as guiltless and calm as you possibly could as she squeezed down lightly on the palm of your hand with a growing smile on her face.

“First, before I get ahead of myself, I need to apologize for my son’s behavior this evening. Pulling you into this mess must have been very shocking and confusing to you dear, I’m so sorry.” Her lips frowned in earnest for a moment and you stared at her in absolute confusion.

Why was she apologizing to you? Hadn’t she heard what MInseok had told you? Hadn’t she heard the stupid drunken love declaration and seen the kiss mere feet from her face in her own kitchen? What kind of alternate universe had you stumbled into right now?

In that moment, you watched as her face changed and a look of absolute delight took over her features as she looked at your face. And she squeezed down again on your hand. She looked so excited now that you allowed your tense shoulders to relax a bit out of genuine confusion.

There was no way she was happy about this…right?

Yet, impossibly…Mrs. Kim stood in front of you with a smile and her eyes so full of life and hope you couldn’t deny what you were seeing right in front of you.

“Mrs. Kim …there’s no need for you to apologize to me I–”

Your words were cautious as you swallowed the lump in your throat and prepared yourself for the explanation you owed the woman for the years of deception.

“I know he’s hurting right now, but it’s just so exciting when you think about it. Finally…finally that boy has–” You heard a giggle erupt from her chest and you were pretty sure she had lost her mind now. There was no way she was this happy about this mess.

Your reaction must have been unsatisfactory because she was watching you closely for a while before she shook your hand which she held tightly in both of her warm hands.

“What’s with your expression? This is wonderful news my darling!” She exclaimed and you felt the hope in your chest swell for a moment before it was pushed back down the the harsh reality of the situation you were in.

As excited as Mrs. Kim was for you and her son, the harsh reality was that there was nothing at all to be excited about.

There was no you and Minseok anymore. You weren’t even sure there had ever been something between you that could be named as any sort of a pair.

“Mrs. Kim, I’m not–” You shook your head and you heard the exasperated sigh fill the hallway you both occupied as she quickly began speaking again, cutting you off in her excitement.

“Don’t you get it? He’s finally in love! Why else would he be such a mess right now? You know he hides everything so well except for the drinking…and it’s no wonder, with Sohee as upset as she was after the blind date, he must be in absolute agony by now. It’s been three days. My poor boy, finally experiencing the joys and heartaches of love.”



You felt as if the woman had tossed a bucket of ice water over your head as soon as you heard the name.

The name of the perfect, elegant, radiant Sohee who Mrs. Kim loved and wanted so deeply to be the woman to marry her son.

You clenched down hard on your jaw as Minseok’s mother kept talking, her rapid fire excited speech pattern echoed into the hollow space that had filled your head now and you stood lifeless in the hallway as she excitedly filled you with her theories.

“He must have been confused then he saw you there in the kitchen, his mind in such turmoil for the love of his life, that he was sure he had lost. It’s really just a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She giggled again and you felt nauseated by the rapid words that flew out of her mouth, spinning your head around with each twist and turn of her imagination.

“I suppose after that much soju, you two do look a bit alike. She’s much…smaller and…well delicate I suppose–”

“I think Minseok Oppa cut his foot earlier, I was going to look at it now if you don’t mind Mrs. Kim.”

You couldn’t do any more and you cut the woman off before she could go into any more detail of all the ways you would never measure up to beautiful, perfect Sohee.

Her lips snapped shut and she dropped your hand quickly as a look of concern flashed over her features. She moved toward the open bedroom door and you inhaled a soul cleansing breath that brought too much of the bullshit left behind in this hallway with it to have any clearing effects on you.

You could do this. You could care for his foot and then leave him to his stupor and her to her delusions.

“Yes of course, you’re the doctor after all. Minhee…will you bring the first aid kit? She’s going to examine him.”

You didn’t remind her that veterinarians didn’t usually see people. She never listened when you told her anyway.

Minhee was at your side with the zip up red bag that you eventually packed up for Mrs. Kim yourself after enough visits in which you had to run to the pharmacy for something.

Minseok had rolled over into his belly and his feet hung off the end of the bed where you sat down cross legged to get a look at his feet. The black socks showed signs of trouble instantly when you saw the darker wet spot at the ball of his left foot and green shards of glass stuck to the surface of the fabric.

You winced and carefully peeled the sock off to reveal a bloody spot with a small bit of green glass still piercing the skin.

Your gloves were on and you irrigated the wound, cleaning the blood from the outside of his skin and carefully removing the glass from the gash in ball of his foot with tweezers.

He let out a low groan when you pulled the wound apart to inspect for more glass and your fingers released his skin quickly. The light wasn’t bright enough to check thoroughly so you send Minhee for a flashlight.

You didn’t like hurting him…but his wound needed to be checked. You also had a flash of annoyance that you cared so much about his physical comfort when he was passed out drunk on the bed, not in any real position to complain anyway.

When Minhee returned and flashed the light on his foot you treated his wound with less care and a bit more roughness than your heart was comfortable with.

When you were satisfied, you medicated and bandaged up his foot, wondering if he could keep off it for at least the next 36 hours so it could heal properly.

Without much thought you pulled out your prescription pad and wrote an order for rest that he was sure to ignore…you were a veterinarian after all and this medical order held no actual authority…him being a human and all.

And if there was anything Minseok was great at, it was ignoring you.

You slept with Minhee, sharing her big comfy bed like you had so many times in the past, but sleep was elusive and you found yourself drawn to the room down the hall.

Sometime in the middle of the night you couldn’t remain in bed any longer and felt the annoying urge to check on Minseok. After thirty minutes debating you finally left the warm bed of your best friend for the forbidden room that currently smelled like a brewery.

The dim light of the bathroom shone lightly across his face and you knelt down next to the bed close to his face to watch his sleeping visage.

A steady rise and fall of his chest set your mind at ease and you allowed your gaze to wander over the features of his face. Dark eyelashes splayed below closed lids, lips parted as he breathed through his mouth and a peaceful expression in his relaxed eyebrows sent a wave of regret through you.

Regret for the way this turned out. The years of friendship thrown away for a stupid fight, for his stupid fear of whatever this was. Him choosing to act like an asshole as a defense for the way he really felt inside.

But which version of Minseok was real? The pompous jerk who flaunted his wealth and success over you, used you for what he wanted and left without so much as a warning, vanishing from your existence for weeks on end, ignoring your attempts at contacting him….

Or the sweet caring friend who called you just to ask about your day, tell you stories about the tour he was on, the city he was in, sent you selfies from exotic destinations with a sweet smile or a small video with a kiss…

His words in the kitchen earlier tonight rang out in your mind. This was the second time it had happened, both times while drunk. The first time he told you he loved you, it had spooked him so badly he ignored you for weeks. Now he had done it again with more conviction, and with witnesses this time.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice suddenly rang out in the darkness of his bedroom and you jumped to life when you realized his eyes were open and he had just spoken to you.

His voice was hoarse and his question was quiet, unsure and just a bit slurred. You hadn’t intended on being caught in his room as he slept, yet here you were, trapped under his sleepy eyes.

“You drank a lot Oppa… and you hurt yourself.”

You were careful to keep your voice a quiet whisper even though you knew for a fact that the sounds coming from this room were muted enough for Minhee who slept down the hall to be unaware and undisturbed.

“I didn’t … hurt you did I?” You saw genuine worry behind his eyes now as he asked, unsure of what he may have done tonight and you quickly shook your head to absolve him of whatever worries he may have been having.

“No but you did do …something,” you responded with a deep sigh that lingered in the air in front of your face as you shifted to sit on your butt and wrap your arms around your knees in front of you.

His eyes widened a hair and you watched his brown irises dart around your face for a moment before he blinked rapidly and began to sit up onto his elbow on the bed. After a moment of searching his memory his eyes widened and you heard a small gasp before his eyes hardened slightly and he broke the eye contact he had held with you.

“I–” he began with a stammer that took his confidence and tossed it out the window.

“I remember I … saw you and I … said some things…”

If anything could be said about Kim Minseok, it was that he was consistent. He consistently kept his mouth shut when he should have said something. He consistently denied his feelings and his emotions and he consistently evaded telling you the truth about those feelings and emotions to an embarrassing degree. Your eyes were rolling and the scoff that left your lungs sounded loud in your ears.

He definitely heard the scoff loud and clear and his eyes were back on you as he clenched down hard on his jaw and furrowed his eyebrows.

You expected it by now. You knew this man better than he knew himself. The excuses were on their way.

“Listen I’m just – I’m incredibly stressed with work, the debut of the subunit is happening very soon and it’s been ages since I’ve had a minute to unwind and drink a bit…I may have gone overboard.”

It was the same story again and again and you stared ahead into his face with your mouth open and the words lost on your tongue. Because at this point, why were you even bothering anymore?

His words trailed off with the look you were giving him and you caught the nervous way he blinked his eyes and glanced up into your eyes again and again breaking the gaze with each puff of breath from his lungs.

“W-Why are you staring at me like that?”

You let out a dry humorless laugh and he swallowed at the dryness you were sure he had in his mouth now and he watched you carefully.

“I guess you don’t remember the kiss in front of your mom and Minhee. The way you held me and kissed me and told me… some things?”

His eyes and mouth widened simultaneously and you braced against your knees and rose to your feet as you reached for the small piece of paper you had placed on his nightstand and you tossed it in his direction. It fluttered around and he scrambled to catch it before it flew to the floor, his eyes glancing down at the message you had scribbled on the paper.

“Stay off your foot for 36 hours and go get a tetanus shot tomorrow morning.”

“W-What? Where are you going?” His question flew out quickly and you heard a bit of panic under his words.

“Don’t worry too much. Your mom thinks you had me confused with Sohee because you were so drunk and there’s no possible way those words and that kiss could have been meant for someone like me–”

“Your stupid secret is still safe.”

You were spinning on your heels, heading for the door before the hurt you know you saw in his eyes made you lose your nerve.

Your hand was on the doorknob when you heard the unmistakable sound of a surprised cry of pain and a stumble of a body against you made your hand freeze on the doorknob.

There was warmth at your back and you gasped out loud as strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you completely in the smell of Minseok coupled with the old stench of alcohol and antiseptic. His arms squeezed tighter and the lump in your throat made it difficult to swallow away the bitter taste in the back of your throat.

After a moment you found your voice.


“Please don’t call me that. You know I hate that from you.” His voice was at your neck and your eyes closed against your will as his warm voice played against your ear drums. You could feel their descent as they ran down your throat and tickled lightly against your heart. Like fingertips pressing into a wound, you felt the ache of his words.

“Oppa.. let me go, I’m not staying.” Your words didn’t sound as convincing once they were out as you hoped.

“Please– You–You took care of me tonight. You had to have done that for a reason right? You can’t just leave. I need you.”

You felt a flood with his words and the battle raging within your chest was thrashing you from the inside. You could feel the effects of the scrimmage raging against the walls of your ribcage. Bullets flew, bodies were falling, the casualties rose in numbers.

“I need you tonight baby, please. I miss you. I want you. You’re already here, just stay here with me.. huh?”

A rattle inside your chest let you know when the big bomb exploded and the bricks and glass that flew sent a shockwave through you. You felt the aftershocks raging though you and you began to tremble from the strain. You were strong, but not strong enough to withstand this war.

The tightness with which he held onto you vanished when he felt you trembling inside his arms and you heard your name on his lips peppered against your ear in a frantic voice.

The trembling brought waves of emotion. Violent, invasive, destructive, weak emotion and you felt your legs give as you lost the fight against his closed bedroom door you fell down to your knees and you heard the startled gasp of the man who held onto you and fell to the floor behind you.

You couldn’t steady your breaths. So you gasped and the sobs threatened to take whatever bit of dignity you had left.

It wasn’t much anymore anyway.

You heard his voice. Too distant and too scared and then you felt arms again. Steadier and strong and you were lifted and moved onto a soft surface that brought back the memories again.

The desperate kisses. The way his fingers touched every inch of your skin and the feeling of his lips and tongue on your flesh. The way he asked again and again if you were sure. The way you pleaded with him to give in and do it and the relief and euphoria you felt when he pushed inside of you for the first time on this very bed.

And you heard it. Somewhere in the distance amidst your sins you heard it.

In his own voice you heard it.

“I’m sorry–”
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. Fuck..” a frustrated growl against the top of your head and he was laying behind you as he held on to your trembling body.

More than the apology the loudest noise that echoed out, giving rival to your own tears were the ragged sobs coming from his chest. You turned your head to look into the darkness and you saw his eyes squeezed together, a look of anguish on his face and tears streamed down his face.

“I’m sorry…I’ll stop okay? I’ll stop, I’m so sorry–” he repeated again and again as his arms rubbed your back and you felt the exhaustion from nearly a whole night of sleep deprivation and stress catching up to you as your sobs quieted down and the bombs cleared leaving behind smoke and rubble and you gave up. Refusing fight the sleep that pulled you forcefully under the waves you let your mind be silent and still and you gave up.

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