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Call Me Mistress – Ramen (M) (Part 1)

Summary: A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, with guest appearances by Jimin and Jooheon (Monsta X)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 10,537

Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Domme!Reader, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, spanking, public humiliation, sexual harassment/groping, alcohol, profanity

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: Jungkook’s story will have multiple parts because the opportunity to share the Mistress’ business practices with new clients was too good pass up. Hope you enjoy!

Client List: Prologue | River (Namjoon) | Ramen (Jungkook): Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 | (more forthcoming)

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Baddest Bitch - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by ryvetted4

Pairing: Derek x Reader 

Prompt: Baddest Bitch by Bebe Rexha

Warning: Knotting, kinda breeding kink, smut. 

Thank you to my beta who edited this last night for me! @lets-imagine-fanfics



Your stilettos clicked against the pavement as you flicked out your claws effortlessly. You saw the head lights of the car as she finally came into view. Derek lay on the floor face down as she bent down to see his face. You rolled your eyes as you tuned in on her words.

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Bts | Reaction | Risque~

[ Only did the hyung-line for now since I really couldn’t come up with anymore ideas that wouldn’t be repetitive to the previous, so until then this is all I could give :( but thanks so much for requesting @xxred-vengeancexx !! hope you enjoy it nonetheless :) ]


 “Jagi, come on! We were supposed to leave six minutes ago!” 

Jin didn’t see it, his focus being on the stairs, but his hyungs all rolled their eyes at his exactness with time. It’s not like they were in a hurry - but Jin being the mom that he is couldn’t stand the thought of being late, not even to this simple event. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

Now it being his turn to roll his eyes, he couldn’t help but scoff. You said that same phrase twice already - and look who still has yet to come down. You. Turning his back from the stairs and gazing down at his watch, he mentally counted the seconds that went by. It was until finally the clicking of your heels could be heard that brought his attention right back. 

“Oh, thank go-…” 

He went to give you a sassy remark, playfully mind you, only for the words to get caught in his throat at the mere sight of what you were wearing. The dress itself wasn’t all that bad, it was just…the v-cut cleavage that it portrayed. Jin could feel his mouth turn dry, gulping down to moisten his throat again, but failing when you finally made it to the bottom. Doing a little twirl, you raised an eyebrow to silently ask him how you looked. 

Silence was all you got as well, him only staring at you with his mouth wide open. It wasn’t until the boys actually caught sight of you from where they sat - basically mimicking their elder’s expression. 

“Holy shit…” Jungkook voiced first, mummers of agreement following after. 

Jin had finally snapped from his trance when he heard him speak, quickly blocking you from being seen by the others. Clearing his throat, he calmly asked them to meet the two of you in the car. 

“But, hyung-” 


Not needing any other persuasion, the rest of BTS quickly raced out of the door, leaving the two of you behind. Jin now looked at you with darkened eyes, his mouth now closed and words finally pieced together. 

“Have you lost your mind, jagi?” 

“What ever do you mean, Jinny? Don’t you like my dress?” You spoke in a soft, taunting voice, yet again doing another twirl. Suddenly being grabbed by your waist, he pulled you in close to where you could practically feel him through his dress pants. 

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He slowly glared down at you, the smirk on your lips only deepening. “You think this is funny?” 

“Since you were rushing me every five minutes, I decided to have a little fun with my outfit. No harm done. I’m ready now, like you wanted - so let’s go.” You went to pull away, only to be yanked right back. Letting out a small squeak in surprise, you stare up a Jin with no longer a smirk, but now in confusion. “Jin..?” 

Once again staring in silence, Namjoon had returned to see what was taking the two of you so long - as if he didn’t have a pretty good idea. “Hey, we leaving or what?” 

Not even a second later did Jin toss the keys toward the leader, not even bothering to look in his direction. After Namjoon clumsily caught them, by the looks of things - you two were definitely not making it to the party.


 Going out for a drink was his idea. He just didn’t think he would regret it. 

Yoongi was sitting in the secluded area with his members, now no longer in the mood to drink as his hyungs practically ogled you from afar. They thought he wouldn’t notice, but his mind was sharp. He noticed the minute you stepped out of your car. 

But, he certainly couldn’t blame them. Tonight, you had needed a night out just as much as they did - with all the stress of school, and work - life in general. So going out to the club was something you looked forward to. And what better way of celebrating your one night of freedom than a black skin-tight cocktail dress and platform pumps to match? You were looking like a whole meal; and any guy with eyes and a dick could see that. 

Unfortunately, that’s what broke the camel’s back for Yoongi. The fact you were catching attention from not only his hyungs - but also other men. You had left to grab yourself another drink, turning him down multiple times, saying how ‘you got it, it’s fine.’ That was 10 minutes ago. Once the beat of your favorite song hit your ear drums, off you went to shake what your mama gave you. And onward came the stares from other men. 

“Suga, can you believe the moves on that woman,” Taehyung commented, clearly drunk off his ass. “Y/n has the whole club watching her - I always knew she turned heads~” 

“In that dress, hell yeah.” Hoseok chimed in. 

Yoongi could practically feel his blood boiling, he was so angry. He knew they would only say those things to get under his skin for kicks - and of course it worked -  but didn’t mean he wanted to admit it. And what he really hated was that he had no plausible reason to be angry with you for wearing such clothing. You were your own person, it was your body, you could wear whatever you felt comfortable in. 

He just couldn’t help to feel possessive. 

“I mean, the legs on that girl. They could go on for miles in that dress. How come you don’t invite her more often, hyung?” Jimin grins in his direction, enjoying to see him squirm. 

Finally he sighs, “You assholes know I love her - watching someone you can’t have be stared at like she’s nothing but tits and ass is frustrating enough. The comments aren’t really fucking helping, either.” 

With that being said, Yoongi stands. Not saying another word - or even giving them a single glance - he leaves. Whether you noticed or not that he was gone, he didn’t want to ruin your fun. 


“What the hell are you wearing?” 

Namjoon couldn’t believe his eyes - his baby sister dressed in nothing but a bathing suit, with a flimsy crop top and shorts. You had appeared into the living room with that on, nearly making poor Jimin choke on his popcorn. 

“Kim Y/n, I asked you a question: what the actual fuck?!” 

“Calm down, Joonie, I’ve decided that we’re going out tonight. There’s this swimming area that a friend of mine told me about, and recommended to go at night. So, obviously, I came down here to take you guys with me.” 

All eyes remained on you, some not even on your eyes anymore. Once noticing that, since it was oddly silent between the boys all of the sudden, Namjoon completely loses his shit. “Yah! Eyes up, you perverts! This is my little sister!” 

“She’s not so little anymore~” Hoseok teased, his tongue sticking out just to spite the leader. “Plus, night swimming sounds fun! This night’s been nothing but dead so far - this is the excitement we need!”

“I’m sure Jungkook is excited enough,” Taehyung giggles, pointing in the direction where the maknae now sat with a throw-pillow covering his lower-half. 

“Shut up!” He hisses, clearly embarrassed. 

“Oh, that’s it!” Namjoon quickly stands up, taking you by the arm and practically dragging you into another room. “You’re all banned from even looking in my sister’s direction, or prepare to have a foot up your ass!” 

To your dismay, he drug you in the direction of his room where he would lend you his clothing to wear, that was definitely large enough to cover every inch of your skin that he felt would trigger any suggestive thoughts.

 That left behind the conflicted members to sit in the living room with the image of you in a bathing suit burned into their minds - daydreaming about ‘what could have been, but never was.’ 

It wasn’t until Jin broke the silence by clearing his throat. 

“So does this mean no swimming?” 


 The costume party was banging - everyone was having a great time. It was just a little something to celebrate Hobi’s fire-ass hixtape finally being released, and he thought it be great to just dress up - sort of like an early Halloween.  Everyone was there - from his hyungs, to his manager, his producer, co-workers, friends, the whole shabang. The only think that was missing was you. 

You had told him you wouldn’t be able to make the party do to complications at work, and forcing you to work the night shift. Of course he was crushed his number one supporter couldn’t make it, but when you told him that after work, he could have you all to himself, that brought that sunshine smile of his right back in no time. 

Wandering around the party, greeting and thanking the guests for coming, Jimin was quick to zig-zag through the crowd to come and catch him by the arm. Seeming to have been looking for Hoseok all around the house, Jimin was a little winded. “H-Hyung…you are the luckiest man…in the whole entire world.”  

Raising his eyebrow in confusion, Hobi nods anyway. “Thanks, I worked really hard on the-” 

“No, no, not that. I’m talking about-” Soon, Jungkook was next to join the two of them, also appearing to be a little winded from running all around the house. 

“You are so getting laid tonight!” 

This only seemed to push Hoseok even further into the dark; what on earth were they talking about? Not even having to say the thought out loud, Yoongi appears right behind him to answer all of his questions with a simple statement. 

“Your girlfriend’s here.” 

Almost snapping his neck in two by how fast he started looking around, just those four words changed his mood from ‘Happy Sunshine,’ to “Hyperactive Hoseok.’ It wasn’t until he finally caught a glimpse of your face that sent him into full sprint mode - nearly knocking over people who were unfortunately in his path. But, when he finally did catch up to you…

“Oh, my god…” 

The costume you had chosen was nothing but sinful. How the black lace complemented your skin, its tightness contouring your curves to perfection. Not to mention how straight up short it was; you were by far the sexiest french maid he has every laid eyes on. He felt kinda stupid now for dressing up as a bumble bee…

“Surprise! I got to leave early from work, so I thought I’d just throw on this old thing and come on down before it was too late!” All he did was stare with his mouth hanging open, but the way he was doing it looked as if he were horrified. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to-”

Before you could even think about doubting his happiness, he didn’t hesitate to grab you by the hips, pull you in close, and just claim your lips as his. It was hot, passionate, and unexpected; you definitely flipped that switch within himself that only you got the privilege of seeing. 

After a couple of minutes have passed, and the desperate need of air, you two pulled away. Breathing heavily, you both stared at each other with hooded eyes, now just standing there - holding each other. 

“You have any idea what some of my hyungs said about you, jagi? I admit, you are a goddess, but this? What are you trying to do to me?” He traced your bottom lip with his thumb gently, a smirk slowly growing on his face. “They’re even staring at you right as we speak.” 

Turning your head to the side, slightly, and you’ll be damned. There they were just mere meters away - eavesdropping. As soon as they’ve realized they’ve been discovered, they were quick to make it look like they were minding their own business. Chuckling slightly, you return your attention back to the man of the hour. 

“Or maybe they’re just jealous that a grown man in a bumble bee costume gets to have a little fun with his sexy maid once this party is over~” 

Hoseok hums at the proposal, hands traveling up and down your lower back slowly. “How exactly did you manage to leave work early?” 

“For good behavior.” You couldn’t help but to make it sound more sensual than it really was. But, Hobi didn’t mind one bit. 

“Is my baby gonna be able to keep that up for the rest of the night?” 

Pretending to think about it, you decided to be a tease and pull away from his hold. Turning in the other direction, you threw one last sentence his way before walking in the other. “Get rid of all these people, and I just might.” 

Hoseok has never ran so fast in his life. 

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anonymous asked:

can I ask for rfa +v and saeran reacting to an mc who wears barley anything around the house and has no shame even if friends come over can you make it nsfw please!

Aaah! I’m sorry, I couldn’t write V!! I can’t really imagine his reaction…

Sorry >-<


Warning: NSFW


  • he couldn’t handle it, the poor thing
  • you wore ONLY a sweater around the house. And it was usually unzipped halfway, too.
  • it was really, really distracting
  • at every meal, he was always more hungry for you than food
  • even cuddling, he found himself concentrating on your bare skin against him
  • and he could barely focus on his homework, whatwith the way you sat on the couch with your knees up, and he could see your hard nipples poking out and your fingers playing with your wet pussy- wait what?
  • “Mmn… Yoosung~” you moaned, eyes closed
  • he felt himself grow hard at the sight.
  • suddenly, a series of knocks came at the door, and you went to answer it
  • Seven had come to drop off a package of Honey Buddha Chips, and he definitely noticed your wet thighs, but refrained from commenting
  • instead, he went up to Yoosung and whispered, “oho~ looks like you’re having fun, hm~?”
  • “don’t look at my girlfriend!” Yoosung glared angrily, pushing Seven out the door
  • “and you! You’re coming with me!”
  • He drags you to the bedroom, leaving his homework forgotten. God, this was the reason why he was such a bad student.


  •  he loved when you wore only his shirt and panties around the house
  • highly supportive
  • but he hated that you didn’t bother changing even when his co-actors came to his house to practise lines
  • they flirted with you, shamelessly eyeing your bare legs
  • the worst part? You didn’t even realize they were flirting
  • and you felt no shame showing so much of yourself to them either
  • when they left, Zen shut the door firmly, turning to you
  • “You’ve been a very bad girl today. I think you deserve some punishment,” he growled, eyes narrowing angrily.


  • couldn’t understand the logic behind your nudity around the house
  • you wore absolutely nothing.
  • and when you had visitors, you only threw on a hoodie
  • Baehee gets jealous too, you know. She wants to be the only one to see you naked.
  • “but baehee~ we’re both women!”
  • “MC, that doesn’t mean I won’t attack you.”


  • the first thing he comes home to everyday is you, wearing only lingerie as pyjama
  • yes, the first thing he comes home to is a tease. (followed by taking you into the bedroom.)
  • he growls lowly when he sees you shamelessly smiling at the bodyguards around the apartment. He makes sure to glare icily at each and every one of them each time to let them know you’re taken, and NOT a good choice of eye-candy.
  • you STILL wore barely anything even when there were visitors in the house! Granted, the only people who ever really visited were the RFA members, mostly V
  • speaking of V, he once jokingly suggested that you should become a lingerie model, and that he had photographers to introduce to you. I mean, you wore practically nothing with no shame. It wouldn’t hurt.
  • but Jumin didn’t take as a joke. (V hasn’t come back ever since. Now they meet up everywhere but the apartment)


  • usually, he locked himself in a dark room with his computers, so he never really noticed what you wore when you came in
  • until he comes out of his pigsty every once in a while, and finds you wearing only a spaghetti strap criss-cross shirt and thin panties.
  • and he becomes a blushing mess EVERY time, covering his eyes and looking away from you. (But seven, it’s nothing you haven’t already seen…)
  • he’s also reminded that you wore close to nothing when you curled up in his lap as he worked away on the computer, and your bare legs brushed against him
  • “…MC, are you sure you want to sit like that?”
  • you would soon feel his erection pressing against you… and sometimes if you sat just right, it would pulse right against your mound…
  • he’d still be working, typing at the speed of light
  • and you’d try to grind yourself against him, making the most of his hard-on
  • “MC. Please don’t tease me when I’m trying to work.”
  • but you would only proceed to unzip his pants and take out his throbbing cock into your mouth, sliding down onto the floor under his desk
  • his typing would suddenly stop, as the dark room made him more sensitive to your touch
  • “MC…”
  • the doorbell suddenly rang, and Seven quickly jumped to answer the door, covering his arousal with his sweater.
  • Yoosung had come to beg Seven for some Honey Buddha Chips, but when you came out in your revealing clothing…
  • he ran away, face completely red as he unwillingly eyed you from top to bottom. “N-NEVER MIND!”
  • Seven mentally checked to remember to hack into Yoosung’s LOLOL account and make him fail all his next missions.
  • he turned around to face you. “So, shall we continue where we left off?”


  • you always wore only a strapless leather crop top and skirt (with no panties) around the house. It made you feel HOT, y'know? You wore it for your own pleasure, although Saeran…….
  • ‘fuck. why is mc such a tease?’
  • you wouldn’t even care if there were visitors, letting their eyes roam all over your body
  • Saeran would pull you onto his lap and hug you tightly from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist. Just to show them that you’re his.
  • his eyes followed you everywhere around the house
  • he knows you’re not wearing panties.
  • will probably stroke himself out in the open, staring at you until you notice.
  • drags you onto his lap, rubbing the back your thighs with a warm hand
  • he loved the fact that he could just fuck you with this outfit on, since you didn’t wear panties with it.
  • he spreads your legs open, and wait for you to drop onto his throbbing cock
  • if you hesitate, he teases your clit with his thumb, stroking in circles, his fingers moving smoothly with your juices.
  • and if you still don’t lower yourself onto him, he will push you back onto the couch and take you by force instead.
  • “MC… I hope you don’t expect me to be gentle this time.”
Sit In My Corner

A little pre-premiere treat for you all!  This was written for the @bugheadauproject!  

Prompt:  Betty and Jughead fight over the same library table.

Several months into her college career, Betty discovered the perfect spot in the library.  It was a single-person table nestled in the back of the third floor between the political and English theater sections.  It was an area that had very little foot traffic with the added bonus of being a comfortable distance from the restrooms - an incomparable benefit for an avid coffee drinker such as Betty.  It was perfection.

And then he showed up.

Logically, Betty knew that she could not be upset with a stranger for discovering her table.  Just as she had every right to sit there in between classes and on an odd Friday night, so did he.  Yes, logically, Betty knew that she did not have an indignant leg to stand on.  Realistically, though, she didn’t care.  That stranger took her perfect library spot and she was mad as hell.

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When Things Collide 4

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader // Kingsman Team x The Avengers Team

Characters: Harry Hart, Merlin, Eggsy Unwin // Steve Rogers, Natalia Romanov, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vison, Bruce Banner.

When someone makes a move to attack the Queen, threatening their country. The Kingsman find themselves heading for new land, in search of help from an unlikely group they have only heard tales of. When Eggsy meets a young woman, he can’t help but want to get to know her. But will her life with The Avengers keep them apart?
Being apart of The Avengers was your life, trying to keep work and personal separate was never easy when you lived with your teammates. when you meet a cute Brit, with green eyes to die for, how hard is it going to be to keep your work and personal separate? Will your life as an Avenger push him away or can he handle what’s thrown at him?

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because-imma-lady-assface  asked:

17 with Lance? :)

(Ok this is like 50000% fluff. I changed it slightly bc I wanted to write something happy- I hope that’s OK sweetie!) 

Originally posted by youknowiamacrazybitch

‘Ms Tucker? Your husband is here.‘ 

Glancing over at the clock on the side of your computer, your brow furrowed slightly. Usually, when Lance happened to drop by the office to see you, it was around lunch time or even early into the evening. 

You were a workaholic at heart and often relied on him to pull him away from the work you poured your heart and soul into. 

Reaching over to the intercom, you pressed down on the small white button, a twitch of a smile dancing across your lips. It was gone three thirty; Lance would probably have picked up Celeste and Daniel from kindergarten by now.

'Send them in.' 

Before you could finish the sentence, the door to your private, glass filled office was swung open and little, heavy feet pounded against the floor, heading for their mother. 

Celeste, the brash, bawdy young girl that you saw so much of yourself in, was the first to arrive and launched herself up onto your lap, her violet coloured bag abandoned at the foot of your chair. 

As she buried her face in your chest, enveloping the scent of your perfume, Daniel slowly caught up, wheezing gently. He had been asthmatic from birth, the quieter twin out of the two, with the same big, bright blue eyes of his father and a crop of soft, cocoa coloured curls tumbling like a waterfall around his ears. 

It took him a moment, but like climbing a tree, Daniel eventually scrambled his way up and balanced himself on your other thigh. A tiny hand found its way into yours.

'Hi babies,’ you smiled, the first genuine one you’d had in hours. You pressed a soft kiss to each of their foreheads. 

They were easier to read than a well-thumbed novel. Daniel, obviously tired, pressed his head into the crook of her arm, his thumb stuck into his mouth- a habit they had yet to make him kick. 

Celeste leant precariously over the leather arm of the chair and reached for her bag, unzipping it and withdrawing something wrapped in newspaper. 

'Look, look! We made this in art today! I made it for you.' 

She ripped away the newspaper with little regard for its contents and pushed a clay made object into your hands. On closer inspection, it appeared to be a pot. Crudely drawn in big, wobbly letters on the front was the word 'MOM’. 

'I helped,’ Daniel said quietly, removing his thumb from his mouth just long enough to claim co-credit for the artwork. 

Smiling, you placed it right beside your computer on the desk, clear for you to see. 

'I love it, darlings. I’ve got two real life Picassos here, haven’t I?' 

Almost forgotten, but happy to stand in the doorway and watch the beautiful sight of his wife and children giggling together, Lance chose that moment to cough lightly, stepping into the room. 

Slung on one shoulder was Daniel’s Spiderman backpack, on the other a gym bag. In his hands, he held a handful of Tupperware containers and a small box. 

'I’ve got a matching one. Celeste has promised to make me coffee in it,’ Lance smiled, dropping the bags on the other side of the desk before the silver backed chair reserved for visitors. 

'Only if you help!’ his daughter retorted. 

Leaning up, you met Lance’s mouth as he curled down, sharing a soft, comforting kiss. Gently, he brushed a curl of hair from the side of your face. He had jumped blindly into being a house husband after retiring from gymnastics but had found it to be a fulfilling and exciting role. 

Getting to spend time with his kids, getting to be a part of their lives- he didn’t want anything else. 

'You left so early, love. And I’m going to bet you haven’t had lunch, hm?' 

Your stomach growled, betraying any lie you were about to tell. Daniel and Celeste giggled. Lance put a hand on his hip. 

'Lucky for you- superdad is to the rescue,’ he smiled, reaching for the Tupperware and removing the bright red lid. 

Inside was a warm cocoon of cheese and chicken, vegetables chopped into little chunks and sprinklings of brown rice underneath. Lance had layered the bottom with spinach and lettuce. 

In the next box there was a salad comprising of tomato and mozzarella slices; in another, a mix of blueberries, raspberries and fresh strawberries. Lance handed you a fork, smiling. 

'You’re amazing, darling. I was just gonna run to the bodega and grab a sandwich,’ you grinned, taking the fork from him and spooning some rice into your mouth. It tasted, of course, delicious. 

'Couldn’t let my high flying wife go hungry, could I?' 

'Show her the box, Daddy!’ Daniel announced, bouncing happily on your knee. Lance handed over the box and Celeste immediately grabbed it, open the cardboard lid. 

'It was my idea, Mama. I told Daddy you’d like it.' 

Inside of the box were four different coloured cupcakes- a lemon one with a brilliant yellow sponge, a dark chocolate dipped in ganache, a mint one with chocolate chips swirled into the pistachio coloured icing and a huge strawberry one, smothered in candy coloured pink goo.

 A cupcake to represent all of them. 

'I love them, Celeste,’ you smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, 'But I think I’ll save mine for after my lunch.' 

'We already had lunch,’ Daniel piped up again as Lance stirred up the food, placing it in front of you, grinning. 

The pair of you shared a look, before you reached into the box and withdrew the yellow cake and handed it to Daniel, and did the same with the pink for Celeste.

'The iPad is in the corner. See if you can find a movie, honey.' 

The twins leapt off your lap, heading into the corner where three squashy sofas were crammed together for midday naps, carrying their treats carefully with them. Lance smiled softly, heading towards the office entrance to close the large wooden door. 

You smirked at the sight of his glorious behind in a slightly too tight pair of jeans, taking a bite of salad. 

'I think I’d like another kiss, darling.' 

Lance smirked, closing the door to give them a little more privacy.

'You’ve got a mouth full of lettuce, honey.' 

'I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here,’ you replied, swallowing the piece of salad and grinning up at him. 

Lance couldn’t help but smirk, and after casting a cautious eye towards Celeste and Daniel in the corner, who were completely engrossed in the iPad, strolled over to your desk. 

With little effort, he lifted you up from the seat, took your place and settled you on his lap. Dipping you in his arms, he kissed you again softly, tongue gently running across the length of your bottom lip, taking in the savoury taste. Your knees shivered. 

When Lance pulled away, he reached for the Tupperware and popped a piece of cheese into his mouth. 

'You’ve got spinach between your teeth,’ he giggled, earning a sly slap on the arm from you.

Love in the Time of the Gods: Chapter 13/17

SummaryKillian Jones is the lonely God of the Underworld in search of a companion. He is watching the goddess Emma, and suddenly has hope that his loneliness can be cured. She agrees to spend two weeks with him in the Underworld. Will that be enough to convince her to stay and rule by his side? (rating for later chaps; mention of sexual assault in one chap and not between Emma and Killian).

Rating: E (for future chapters)

Word Count: ~2K

Catch Up: ff.net / AO3

Author’s Note: FINALLY THE MUSE HAS SAW FIT TO ALLOW ME TO UPDATE MY BABY! Not only that, but Brenda (my muse…yes I named her) has saw fit to give me a final chapter count. So three more full chapters and an epilogue are left in my baby. If wanted, I can still revisit this universe. Thanks, as always, to @shipsxahoy, my beloved beta, banner maker, and Mulan to my Ruby. And to the official artist of LITTOTG and co-head cheerleader (other than Bianca, of course) @cocohook38. I’m telling you, Bianca and Julie are the brains of the operation; I just write the words. 

Now, without further ado…

“I have never seen him so angry…” Pestilence acknowledged, leading the horses towards the cavern entrance.

“I’m just glad it’s not directed at us for a change,” Panic quipped, Pain nodding heavily in agreement. The three of them, while being his closest confidants for many a century, also took the brunt of his anger when he saw fit to lash out.

“How can you think like that when Emma has been taken? Need I remind you what happens when a soul-bonded goddess is away from her mate?!”

Both of their smiles disappeared. Pestilence filled them in on the information she had read in that book Killian had left lying around on his bed that day. She was so worried for her friend; she was taking this news as well as Killian was.

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A Choice: Hamilton Fanfic (Fem!Reader x Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette) Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary: The boys were your best friends, you loved them. And they loved you. But what happens when their love runs deeper than friendship? Will they manage to suppress their feelings for you or will they be willing to sacrifice their friendship to be with you. Either way, you have to make a choice. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Hamilton characters, those all belong to the great Lin-Manual Miranda.  I don’t own any references here either. The plot is inspired by the many otome animes I’ve watched. No shame. 

Quick Author’s note: This is my first Hamilton fanfic and it will be a series. i don’t know how long it will be but if it goes well I might prolong it a bit. This chapter is only to get the gist of the relationship you guys have at the moment and to know what everyone does. The real juicy stuff happens in the next chapter. Well I hope you guys enjoy this and I hope I accurately portrayed the characters. Enjoy! 


You were fumbling with your keys, trying to open the door so you can enter your nice, warm apartment. It’s been a long and cold day at work and you want nothing more than to strip off your work clothes, put on your fuzzy pj’s, and sit down with a nice cup of hot chocolate, while watching your favorite Netflix show.

You finally managed to open your door and happily sighed as you entered. However, that sigh of content quickly turned into a groan of annoyance when you saw two of your best friends already on your couch, watching the new Spiderman movie.

“Y/N!!” yelled John, as he saw you enter, “You’re home! How was work?”

You only grunted in response as you took off your coat and shoes. You turned and saw John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton, two out of four of your best friends, just laying on the couch with popcorn all over them.

“Jeez, guys. Would it kill you to eat like decent human beings?” You exclaimed as you gestured towards all the popcorn.

“Aww c’mon,Y/N, don’t be like that. Sit down and relax with us. You can even sit on my lap.” John cheekily replied.

You rolled your eyes at him, already used to his flirty personality. Alexander throws a piece of popcorn at John’s face.

“Shut up, John, she’s not in the mood for your advances today.” Alex said. He then went over and hugged you. “But you can always sit on my lap too.” Alex whispered in your ear, with a shit-eating smirk.

You scoffed and pushed him off of you. He only laughed at your reaction and sat back down next to John, ignoring the looks John was giving him.

“You guys are unbelievable, where is Herc and Laf? Are they here too?” You questioned as you made your way to your room.

“They went to go get pizza, they should be back in a couple minutes.” Alex called out.

You nodded and went to your room to change into something more comfortable. You came out a minute later in your fuzzy Hello Kitty pants and a gray cropped sweater. You sat down in between John and Alex and took the bowl of popcorn from John’s hands.

“Hey!?” John exclaimed looking at you with annoyance

You only stuck your tongue out at him and then stuffed your face with popcorn. John shook his head and smiled at your cute actions.

About five minutes later, you heard the door of your apartment open and Hercules Mulligan and Marquis de Lafayette, the remaining two, came in with three boxes of pizzas.

“Hey guys!” You greeted from the couch.

They both looked up and smiled at you, as they took off their coats and shoes.

“Bonjour, mon ami! Comment allez-vous?” Laf said as he went to hug you and kissed your cheeks.

You blushed slightly before saying,”I’m fine, Laf. Did you get my favorite?” You went over to Hercules and hugged him.

Herc smiled down at you and hugged you back. “Hey there angel, of course we got your favorite. It’s the top box.”

You smiled at him and got the box. You sat back down on the couch, opened the box, and took a bite of the warm pizza. You moaned at the taste.

“God, I have been craving this all week.” You said as you took another bite.

Herc laughed as he set the other boxes on the coffee table and sat beside Alex.

“I can tell, you look exhausted. Rough day at work?” Hercules asked.

You nodded as you finished your first slice. You worked as a songwriter and music producer at Longtales Records Corporation. You loved your job, but this week you had to make four hit pop songs for a bratty teen idol. You didn’t like his style of music or his attitude, but you luckily finished the songs and got a nice paycheck.

“I hate working with entitled stars, but anyway, how was your week, Herc?”You asked.

Herc worked as a fashion designer and made clothes for various companies. He prefers not to start his own company at the moment, since he just wants to enjoy simple life. He has had many of his pieces represented on the run away, however, so he won’t have any trouble making a successful company.

“It’s been great actually, I finished the spring collection Michael Kors wanted. Oh, and Lady Gaga contacted me, she wants a dress for next year’s Grammys.” Hercules stated happily.

“Wow, Gaga? That’s big man, congrats.” John said, patting Herc on the back.

“Thanks man, what’s up with you?” asked Herc to John.

John shrugged, “Alex and I are probably going to get promoted at our law firm.”

John and Alex both worked as lawyers at Washington’s Law Office. John was an environmental and civil rights lawyer, while Alex was a criminal and immigration lawyer. John also was a successful painter, having many of his paintings displayed at several art galleries.

“I might not take it though, I still have my campaign coming up in two years, I don’t want to be overly busy.” said Alex.

Aside from being a lawyer, Alex was also running to be a state senator for New York. He talks, or complains, a lot about his opponent Thomas Jefferson.

“Then, Washington is going to give that position to Burr.” said John

“I rather have Aaron Burr be a better lawyer than me, than Jefferson win against me.” grumbled Alex.  

Lafayette laughed at Alex’s mood. “Oh mon ami, relax, your campaign won’t start for another two years. No need to worry about Jefferson now.”

Alex only pouted in response.

You looked back at Laf, “Hey, Laf, how’s the cafe?”

Lafayette owned a local French cafe. It has gotten very popular over the years and is a hot spot for many tourists. It does especially well during the winter.

“Fantastique! There are more tourists this winter than last year. Business is, how you say? Um, skyrocketing?” Laf said, unsure.

“Yup, I’m glad it’s going well.” You said.

Lafayette nodded, then said, “We are thinking of becoming a franchise and spreading all across the U.S. One of my co-managers even said that it will be possible to open a cafe in France as well!” Laf exclaimed excitedly.

Everyone clapped for all their successes, it was always encouraging to see how far you guys have gotten since college. Back when you guys were always drunk or high. You’ve all made a name for yourselves and all love your own jobs. It was these moments where you were all truly happy.

You glanced at the clock and noticed how late it has gotten. You stood up and picked up the empty pizza boxes.

“It’s getting late, are you guys staying over tonight or are you all going home?” You asked the boys.

The boys all looked at eachother before Alex said,”We’re staying the night.”

You nodded and told them to help you clean up the living room. After the expensive apartment you have was clean, you all went up to your room. You had at least two other bedrooms in your apartment, but the boys liked sleeping with you.

You all crawled up to bed and you felt John lay beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face curled into your neck. Hercules laid in front of you and tangled his legs with yours. His hands holding yours and your foreheads touching. Lafayette laid beside John and Alex laid beside Herc, wrapping his arms around him.

You hummed in content having everyone’s heat keep you warm this cold winter night.

“Goodnight guys, I love you.” You said sleepily.

“Goodnight Y/N. We love you too,” The boys said.

You fell asleep oblivious. Oblivious to the boy’s real affections. Oblivious to the emotional storm that was to come. And oblivious to the hardest choice you will ever have to make.

Tickled Pink

Jim, Bones, Spock

Summary: The Enterprise crew find themselves on a pink planet, and Jim discovers yet another expression that is used on Earth but is originally from somewhere else.

A/N: I started this ages ago, but decided to finish it today in time for @heartsywritesthethings‘s birthday. Happy birthday, friend! I hope you like this little fic. The creature in this was partly inspired by Smores from Heartsy’s Tickle Planet series (which you should definitely read asap).

I’m actually super proud of the info dump in the beginning.

Words: 2 562

During his time in space Jim had learned that there were several expressions they used on Earth that had actually originated from various other planets, though it didn’t mean they were necessarily in use on said planets. He’d felt a little silly that he hadn’t realized it earlier. He knew how intertwined the galaxies were, and that it was practically impossible for a planet to not get at least a little influenced by another. Of course Earth wasn’t an exception to this.

Alive and kicking? Apparently there used to be a planet a long time ago - destruction cause: unknown - where the dominating mammals kicked their way through life. Literally. Even when asleep they would be kicking their several pairs of legs, and if the movements stopped it meant that they were dead. Jim had figured this made sense until he’d found out that if their legs were forced to stop kicking their bodies gave in and they dropped dead on the spot. As if their legs were their hearts. He still felt a chill whenever he thought of it.

The expression high and dry had apparently started on a planet surprisingly close to the Milky Way that was at large populated by a species similar to Earth’s prehistoric birds, more commonly known as dinosaurs. That species lived on a very dry planet, but once every hundred or so years a storm would reach them, and the results were devastating. The soil couldn’t handle water, and neither could the population, and while the majority of them attempted to flee by flying away, it was nearly impossible to fly while it rained. It hurt them too much, and thus the expression high and dry was born. High and dry was the goal that not many of them ever achieved, and as far as the universe was aware the population had died out since then.

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our kind of fun. | m

➵ characters: wonho x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 2444
➵ summary: why go on a date night, when you and hoseok already create your own type of fun. 
➵ author’s note: two smuts in two days, whaaaaat? only because i thought i had already uploaded this, but i guess not lol. until mid to late december i highly doubt i’ll upload until then, so i decided to spoil you. enjoy.
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‘The blue or the black?’

‘Hoseok, at this point, I really don’t care. Just how much longer are you going to be?’

He frowned at the lack of a proper response, dropping his hands which held two hangers with a black shirt and a navy shirt in each. ‘I just want to make a good impression.’

You sat on the edge of your bed with a leg crossed over the other, having been in that position for the past twenty minutes as you waited for Hoseok to get ready.

‘There’s no need to make any impression,’ you huffed. ‘Just as long as we show up, and at this rate I highly doubt we’ll make it to this so called dinner.’

‘If our presence isn’t even necessary then why am I debating over which tie to wear?’ Hoseok placed both ties back onto the hanger they originally rested on.

‘I guess it would have been a good idea to show up. Even though I barely know these people, it’s something we could have done tonight. Or do you wanna be that boring couple that never goes out, not even on Friday nights?’

He chuckled. ‘We’re not boring. We have our own kind of fun. Which… we could actually be doing right now.’

Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion, you asked, ‘arcade dates are being a little overplayed, don’t you think?’

Hoseok began to slowly walk in your direction with his hands in his formal trouser pockets, and to maintain eye contact with him, your head tilted upwards the closer he became.

‘I never said anything about an arcade,’ he said, followed by his tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

‘Then what could we—’ you should have seen Hoseok’s next move coming; he quickly dipping his head down to yours, instantly latching his lips onto yours. You yelped lowly slightly surprised, but asked yourself why you even thought that Hoseok could be thinking about anything else.

However, you weren’t one to complain. Naturally your hands found themselves on the back of his neck, pulling him more into you until you eventually fell back onto the bed, and Hoseok happily followed.

‘I–I guess,’ you attempted to say, interrupted between each word by Hoseok’s pecks on your lips. ‘I guess we could stay home.’

‘We’re definitely staying home now.’

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The Holographic Space-Grass is Always Realer in the Other Reality (WIP)

Another dimension-rift had shown up, possibly the work of Lotor. The team had gone to investigate, only for a strange, slightly-beat up cargo ship to come through the portal. When they asked for the crew to identify themselves, a familiar voice answered.

“This is Lance McClain and Alrim Blaw, of the Interplanetary Coalition for Peace and Coexistence. Our ship is The Ocean of Stars, code OOS-83. We have refugees and injured aboard, and we come in peace. We are also aware that we are in an alternate reality. We request only assistance healing the injured and time to repair our ship for the journey back to our reality.”

Before anyone else could so much as blink, Lance was moving the Blue Lion closer to the ship, curiosity getting the better of him, “Whoa, is that really another me?!” A squeaky fit of giggles erupted through the comm line as a reply.

“Oh my Flowos, is that really what you used to sound like, Lancey?! He’s got a baby voice! I can practically hear the squishy cheeks!”

“Alri, please. I’m right next to you.”

“Yeah but I pinch your cheeks all the time. I’ve got four arms, I can pinch two faces at once!”

“Whatever you say, Al.”

They weren’t sure what they had expected this strange Alternate Lance to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. He was somehow even taller than their Lance (though only about an inch or so), and broader, with more muscle. His hair was still the same, but his face was harder-set, with a cross-shaped scar on the left cheek and three small ones breaking up his right eyebrow. He wore a tight black bodysuit with a dark blue and white shirt that looked like a long-sleeved crop top, and long pants of the same dark blue. His boots were thick and mostly white, with black accents. The shirt also had an emblem on it, presumably for the Coalition he’d mentioned.

Most noticeable about him, however, was the strange set of guns and knives dangling from his belt, as well as the way he stood. Tall. Stiff. Serious. With Lance’s face it looked wrong, all wrong.

The alien who seemed to be his co-pilot was an odd one. They had smooth, light grey skin with orange, gem-like protrusions across their face and backs of their arms. They were about shoulder-height to the Other Lance, and had light blue hair tired back in multiple small ponytails, each with different-colored hair ties. Their eyes were wide and dark blue like a night sky. Sure enough, they did have four arms - or rather, they had two biceps, but four forearms, creating a Y-shape. They were dressed similarly to Other Lance, but had a high-collared, sleeveless top instead. They beamed at Lance (the regular one), but glared and showed shiny black fangs with bright-blue gums to the rest of the team.

“Calm down, Alrim. They aren’t the same as our world’s Voltron. You can’t be mad at these people for something they didn’t do.”

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goingtothetardis  asked:

No wait, THIS ONE. Nine x Rose. A shrunken sweater

OK! You asked for it! Except I’m pretty sure this isn’t what you were expecting- it’s not what I was expecting either! Sorry? LOL. And so without further ado, I give you the following nonsense.

Also, I’m pretty sure this domesticity prompts list came from @doctorroseprompts.

                                  Honey, I Shrunk the Washing.

Rating: Teen (non-explicit reference to nudity)

Relationship: Nine x Rose 

Summary: The Doctor is not impressed when he finds one of his jumpers has shrunk in the wash.

Also on A03.

“Rose! What’ve I said about using the heat cycle for wool?” The Doctor held up the shrunken green jumper in outrage. “Now look at it!”

“I didn’t!” Rose frowned, puzzled. “I put it on cold, like I always do. I dunno what happened.”

The Doctor clutched the jumper to his chest moodily. “Well, it didn’t change itself. This is a forty-third century Ariston III and washing machines can’t do that until the eighty-second century.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Well I didn’t change it. I used the same settin’ we always use. Maybe it’s the washing machine that’s had it. Maybe, if you’d got that new one when I asked for it three weeks ago, this wouldn’t’ve happened and maybe you wouldn’t have a crop-top instead of a jumper.”

He scowled and said nothing, still clutching the offending item to his chest.

She sighed. “Fine, you know what? You don’t believe me, you can watch me put the next batch in right now.” She marched out and came back moments later clutching a pile of clothes. Tossing them into the washing machine, she carefully measured the right amounts of soap and thirty-second century fabric softener and poured them into the drawer. That done, she carefully and exaggeratedly set the controls to cool wash and gestured to the Doctor to check.

He did so grudgingly, peering at the machine and grunting in agreement.

“Right, so you’re happy with that? She raised her eyebrows in defiance at his superior smirk. “Good, then you can turn it on and that way you’ll know for sure it was set to cool.”

He rolled his eyes and jabbed the button.

“Right,” Rose said, heading for the door. “Now you know whatever happens, ’s not my fault. Oh, and Doctor? You’re doing the washin’ for the next two weeks.”

“What for, then?” he asked indignantly.

“Because I just did two weeks’ worth in a row,” she called back down the corridor, stifling a grin.

“Bloody domestics,” she heard the Doctor grumble behind her.

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Let’s Not Fall In Love (T.O.P) 4

Let’s Not Fall In Love (T.O.P)

Group & Member: Big Bang’s Choi Seung-hyun (T.O.P)

Genre: GANG!AU Angst, Fluff, Tragedy, Romance, Smut/Eventual, Interracial


Summary: A Young woman get’s involved with the wrong crowds and Cold hearted gang leader T.O.P acts as her guide.

A/N: FT.Monsta X, 2ne1, BTS and a few others

Parts: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8

I wasn’t even in the clothing store that long. The lady behind the counter looked up and smiled at me. The store was called. Codes Combined* In English she said to me, ‘’You must be the girl I was called about. Look how cute you are!’’ She walked over to me and held out my hand. ‘’I’m Su-Lin Wu. I heard you were looking for a job.’’

 I nodded shyly at first. There was a folder in my bag full of new applications and manager cards. I had been promised a call back from the small café near home. Su-lin sat me down and talked to me, asking me questions. I could see the curiosity in her eyes when it came to my skin tone. I knew she wanted to ask. And it was more than okay that she didn’t.

After the small interview, she gave me some papers to fill out. ‘’I really do hope you consider us.’’ She said in Korean this time. ‘’We’d be happy to have you, have a nice night.’’ I had been able to keep up the charade that I wasn’t as nervous as I appeared at first. But as soon as I walked out of the clothing store, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Then frowned at once seeing how dark it was. But I had been keeping up with messaging my mom everyone hour almost on the dot.

I put my cell in my bag and slipped the strap of my bag over my chest out of habit. Creeps were everywhere around the world and I knew that Korea was no exception.

I kept my head down for the most part… I don’t remember being on this side of the street? Where did my bus stop go? When did I heard turned around? And how? I stood on a far side of the street next to an older looking bar and pulled out my map. ‘’Okay, Amy.’’ I told myself. ‘’Calm down. Just tell your mom the truth when you’re late because there’s no way anyone is coming to get you all the way in downtown Gwanju.’’ Yeah, telling myself that didn’t really make me feel better but it helped a bit. And that’s all I needed pretty much.
So I started walking again. Maybe I could find a directory or even another bus stop. What time did buses stop running again?

I was walking away from the shopping plaza, Y’know away from actual people, when I noticed them.

There were about three in front of me on the other side of the street. Three guys that were burning a hole in the side of my face, Theye were staring and I could hear excited whispers, well attempt at whispers. One of them called out to me, and from the corner of my eye I saw that he had chocolate brown hair. He had a deep voice. And he was speaking a little English. ‘’Hey, You there!’’ I tried to imagine that he was calling someone else. But I was the only one out here at the moment. I heard footsteps as they crossed the street over to me.

‘’I know you heard me, girlie.’’

 And in Korean he turned to his buddy. ‘’This should be fun.’’ The other one laughed, and his friend with the honey blonde hair stayed quiet. I kept my head down and picked up my pace. The second one beside his friend behind me yelled in Korean: ‘’Jooheon! Don’t let that one get away.’’

 I was in full panic mode when I looked up and saw two more guys in front of me. The one called Jooheon had eyes that were more cut crease, and he wore a black backwards had over his short cropped black hair. The hat had a single X on it. I stared at it for a while before backing up. But I backed up right into the arms of the honey blonde one. Okay, let’s think. I only had about 40 dollars worth cash and the rest was in a card in the bottom of my shoe. My dad had taught me to do that.

‘’Please.’’ I whispered. For a second I had forgotten how to speak another language. This caused them to laugh, and other guy beside the one called Joonheon, who had red tousled hair and wider eyes, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the light. ‘’Ooh.’’ He cooed grabbing my face between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head this way and that. He spoke Korean the whole time. ‘’She’s an exotic, look.’’ He said turning my head to the guy who had called out before.

 ‘’What do you think, Wonho?’’ He asked, Wonho replaced the other guys hands and took my face in his large ones. ‘’KiHyun… I think we struck gold, yeah?’’ I was now clear to me that they didn’t think I understood them. I didn’t play that shit.

‘’ Kihyun, the one with the red hair smiled and moved some hair behind my ear. I slowly started to build up a loud scream. I had been in choir, I knew how to hit the high notes. I was cursing myself out though.


I tried to muster what I could in Korean. But I was shaking. It was like I wasn’t even fluent. ‘’I don’t have a lot of money, Okay? I don’t know what you want?’’ They smiled. ‘’SO she is a little Korean mixup. Oh Honey, we don’t want your money.’’ I felt my heart jumpstart at that sentence and I quickly attempted to break free from the arms of the honey blonde and tried to sprint off. ‘’Damn it, Hyungwon!’’ snapped Jooheon. ‘’And Shownu made you his got damned Co-leader.’’ They were running after me. I searched for places to go, I let out a few screams along the way.

And then it happened so fast. I didn’t even see him get out of the shiny red car. He tackled me, causing me to yell in pain because he tackled me on my side.
‘’Good job, I.M. ‘’ crooned Kihyun. The one called I.M roughly pulled me to my feet and held my arms tight, before pushing me back into the arms of the honey blonde, one.

‘’Where you goin’ Honey? Party hasn’t even started yet.’’

That’s when I screamed again. The one with the red ,hair, Kihyun, growled. “Shut up!” he growled. He looked over my head and squinted. “Don’t you let your grip slip again, rookie.” he hissed. I turned to look up at Hyungwon, who said nothing and looked away from me.

Jooheon looked over at me and over me. He then pulled out his phone to shine it’s light on me. “Hmm.” Kihyun looked over and smiled. “I mean, I’ve never seen one like that before. She’s a freaking Cutie.” I jabbed my foot at him when he tried to touch me. Causing him to jump back and shout in excitement. “Whoo!! Look, she’s got some fight in her. Passive little thing.” he said “this is going to be really fun.” to

Jooheon chuckled and nodded. “Don’t bruise her, whatever you do, don’t bruise her.” He instructed. “And don’t kill her. Shownu might have our heads for that. Got it?”


my sudden ‘fuck that’ sense started to come into play. They weren’t going to get what they wanted from me without getting a fight out of it first. I wouldn’t go down like that. Never had I been put in a situation where I had to take on about five guys, but I had beat a bitch’s ass in school once, even though I had not wanted to fight. But she had been trying it.

So, prentending to be submissive I leaned into Hyungwon’s hold, I was actually preparing to bite him in the arm. Turning my face to a more fleshy place; I parted my lips.

I knew that I could get a could get a good grip and run far before they could catch up. And my positivity about them probably having guns was well over 9000.

I felt a hand on my side then. Feeling me up. It was the one called Jooheon. I brought my leg up and kicked him straight in the sternum. He stumbled backwards and it was silent for a few seconds. The force of my kick had caused Hyungwon’s hold to loosen and I was on the ground.

I felt force on me as I was held down, but I pushed up and tried to get myself in a kneeling position. Because kneeling positions sometimes turned into running positions.

I was well on my way until I heard something click close to my face.
Jooheon, now breathing heavily, was holding a gun very close to my face. Smiling like the joker. Kihyun smiled a little. “Lets show her why we’re named Monsta X.” He suggested while looking around at the other’s. I.M. smiled, And the one called Wonho laughed and went to replace Hyungwon’s place behind me. He pulled my arms so tight behind my back I groaned. He held my arms with one hand and my face with the other, making me look at Jooheon. I didn’t dare try to scream with a pistol pointed at my face.

with his free hand, Jooheon kept the gun pointed at my face and the other was undoing his felt at a fast pace.

Now I felt screwed. I started to shake violently. For a while, I could only hear my own sobs, but they were drowned out a second or two later by three warning shots heard overhead.

Since when had I closed my eyes?

I was now looking up at a confused Jooheon. His hand had lowered and his pants were halfway down. Wonho’s hold also loosened. In the distance I heard.

“I know you mother fuckers aren’t on our turff again!” growled a voice. But they sounded excited. I took this time in confusion to thrust my head back again Wonho. Causing him to groan and fall back. I scrambled to grab my bag and made a beeline for the upper sidewalk. Being in the middle of turf war in downtown Gwanju wasn’t on my agenda for the weekend. And I hadn’t even finished unpacking my boxes.

I didn’t make it very far up the sidewalk. I felt something grabbing me from behind. I turned to face the honey blonde, Hyungwon. “I..I can’t let you leave.” he told me. Why did he sound so hesitant?

The shouts and yells from the opposite direction quickly snapped me back into reality. “Let.,me. Go!” I screeched at him., at first choosing to make no sudden movement because I was sure he had a gun,too.

But to my surprise. He let me go. And I turned to continue up the sidewalk. I made it to the entrance to an alleyway, on the other side I could see brighter city lights. That. That was my way to safety and I knew it.

I stopped to catch my breath, looking over my shoulder a few times in paranoia.

Then, I haunched over to let the warm salty tears slide down my face. I hated feeling weak., but I was still scared. So I continued down the alley to safety.


As I neared the exit, I heard a loud clear engine and before I knew it I was cut off by a large dark blue Chevy suburban. The door burst open and I was grabbed by a man who sported Mohawk And a few tattoos. I screamed and he roughly pushed me into the truck into the arms of another man I couldn’t see.

“Haaa! Bitch, you thought!! That you thought you got away huh?! The fuck you thought this was?” said a voice in the front seat.

I couldn’t hold it anymore, I was in full swing of panic mode. So I just busted I started screaming sobbing and shaking all the same time.

“LET. ME. GO!!” I screamed making sure was a loud one, if I knew one thing that annoys my brother and my dad or got to the most, it was when I would yell and scream like a toddler, I had a scream to make anybody believe that I was being tortured somewhere. One time an argument has gotten so bad with my brother juniper, the neighbors called the cops because I thought I was being hit. But this didn’t faze the guys.

The one who was holding me, the one with the Mohawk laughed. “Hey, GD. pull over real fast.” The one he called Gd, who was in the front seat, the one who had addressed me. gave a simple grunt of acknowledgement before accelerating to a spot unknown. Once arrived in what looked like the middle of nowhere with a few houses down the strip and a Clear field on the other side, he pulled over.

The one with the Mohawk reached up in front of me to turn on the light of the car. And then three pairs of eyes were looking down on me. The guy beside me, the one the guy with the Mohawk threw me to had medium- length tousled brown hair and the fullest lips I’ve ever seen aside from the ones on my brothers juniper. Cocked his head curiously to the side at me.

The one called GD was smiling at me. He had faded orange and pink coloured hair, not an ugly faded but more of a purposely faded. And had a baby face not like the one with full lips beside me. But it was still somewhat of a baby face he also cut his head in curiosity. And then he made a sort of 'huh’ sound in the back of his throat. “Well I’ll be damned.” said baby face. “Look at this cutie!” he was speaking Korean. Oh yeah, because I had shouted to them in English that’s probably always thought I knew. Or maybe not maybe they just liked to express that they knew English too.

GD unbuckled his seatbelt and turned around completely to face us. He was appraising me with his eyes obviously. Looking me over not like I was something to eat, but like he was curious about what I was doing in downtown Gwanju.

“So what do we have here?” He asked me. He was still speaking English and I had to admit that it was pretty perfect it was pretty articulate. I could barely tell there was an accent in there somewhere.

The one with the Mohawk spoke up next,“did you not get their money in time,little worker?”

I started crying all over again. And not because I was scared this time because I had just been greatly fucking offended. Tears spilled over from my eyes onto my cheeks and anger spilled out from every pore and radiated all over my body. I hardly turned to the guy with the Mohawk and yelled, “fuck you! I’m not a whore and I don’t know those guys! Monster mash or Monsta X. What ever they called themselves. So just let me the fuck out of this creepy stalker van and we’ll call it a night!!”

Mohawk stared at me for a long time, and his left eye I kind of started to twitch. And then he grabbed my throat and both of his hands and bent real close to me. “Who in the living fuck do you think you are talking to little girl?!” It was like something within him snapped because as soon as he squeeze down on my neck he let go really fast and took a breather like he was catching himself. He did a movement with his hand and quietly recited a mantra I couldn’t understand.

In the front seat, GD laughed. It wasn’t mocking laugh, I could tell it was genuine. He threw his head back and chortled a few times before taking a deep breath and turning back to look at us. “I like her.” He said with a grin. Then he revved up the car again.

“Let’s take her to the big boss.” He said at last. His eyes looked off towards the field from the 10 to Windows. But soon he started to drive again. I cursed myself again. Not only Was I in crap load of danger, stuck in a very large car with three probably very dangerous men, but I was way past curfew. And I’m pretty sure the big boss was scarier than 3 of these men combined. And I really, really wasn’t looking forward to it.


I knew I had majorly fucked up.

The building we arrived to look like a small nightclub. But the outside lights were off like it was closed, obviously.

 The guy with the Mohawk open up the door and instructed baby face to follow suit. He pulled me out and started to walk in front of me towards the entrance of the club doors. On instinct, I let my eyes wander this way and that searching for a way out.

The guy with the Mohawk opened up his mouth to speak.,“don’t you-” I knew for sure he was going to finish the sentence with even think about running

But I already started .

Swiftly and roughly, the guy with the baby face grab me from behind and when he tried to pass me off to the guy with the Mohawk I responded by reaching up with my legs and kick him in the face… My heart sank when I noticed a few minutes later blood was dripping from his nose. Oh yeah, I was about to die.

But the guy with the Mohawk made no move to harm me physically. As GD laughed, the guy with the Mohawk started shouting obscenities in a different language, probably Japanese. And the guy with the baby face said nothing but I could hear his quiet chuckling behind me. I didn’t understand; what kind of gangsters were these?

The guy with the baby face followed Gd and the guy with the Mohawk to the club doors, and then GD unlocked it before walking in. I had tried with my legs to grab the door frame and hold on to it with my foot, but baby face roughly jerked me and pushed me forward.

The inside of the small club smelled of smoke and incense. Why they hadn’t bothered to cover my eyes or mouth was a mystery to me but now my throat hurt and I had stopped screaming I was exhausted by then. The walls were a blood orange red with some art pieces hanging up. I kind of got lost staring at them.

We followed Gd until he told baby face to stop then I was roughly pushed out to a lounge couch, with my hands tightly folded over my chest and babyface put his leg over mine and keep me from moving. The guy with the Mohawk was gagging and spitting out blood wiping out his nose furiously with the sleeves of his grey jacket.

After GD left to get 'the big boss’ the guy with the Mohawk furiously turned to me. In english, he said: “do you know how much this fucking jacket cost?” I stared at him for a while trying to give him my best tough girl look, but buckling and turning my head to look at the floor. Not because he scared me. But because I didn’t want to look at him right now, blood bothered me I didn’t give a single fuck about his jacket.

A part of me even hoped I broke his nose.

I had asked a million reasonable questions the whole ride there, and after failing to get answers like I wanted, I just gave up.

I still continue to stare at the ground when I heard voices heading our way. “ those kids just need a good ass whooping, maybe that’ll teach them to stay off of our turf.” said a smooth voice. Then a colder, deeper voice rang out with , “ wait a minute, wait a minute. You say she kicked him? Kicked Taeyang?” I couldn’t tell if his tone was impressed or not.

I even then cut my head down as he spoke though. I just wanted to get out of here! I didn’t deserve this I was literally walking downtown minding my own goddamn business when those monsters showed up. “ woah Shit.” Said the smoother voice. “ she looks like a little doll.”

“Hey sweetheart look here.” With that being said, I was suddenly looking up at Gd, he had my face in his unusually soft hands. And for a few minutes, I could only focus on him. My eyes scanned over his androgynous features; his captivating eyes and soft looking lips that we’re curved up in a smile. I swear I was getting lost, but then the deeper voice, the one I had heard earlier called out: “ look at me.”

I was hesitant at first, but then I let my eyes travel so I could match a voice to a face.

And then I choked on air of my breath was caught in my throat.

The man staring down at me was no doubt handsome, he had a stern look in his hard eyes. But a corner of his lip was tilted up in a sort of half moon smile as he looked down at me. But he wasn’t looking at me like I was some kind of interesting art piece, he was looking me up and down like a farmer getting ready to purchase cattle. Or how my brother would look at a slice of pizza. Which I guess is a kind of art piece on its own.

Either way it went, he was making me dangerously uncomfortable.

I didn’t know how gentle his hand would be, so I flinch when he reached out to take my face from Gd’s hands into his own. That caused him to chuckle.

“Stand up.” he demanded. All at once, I felt baby face’s arms release me and leg move away from mine. Then I was coaxed to my feet. the man with the cold eyes, sharp jawline, and handsome face tilted his head this way and that looking at me. My face still in his hand. Then he started to circle me.

Pretty soon they’re all circling me. Well, except the guy with the Mohawk he was sitting sourly on a chair hold it across to his nose and looking down at his phone, muttering. I noticed know how tall the man was. Taller than me, taller than most of the other gang members here. I felt like an ant. But besides that, I was getting fed up with them circling me.

In Korean, the men started to speak again. “What was she doing on that side of town?” asked the medium height one with the short black cropped hair. He actually sounded kind of concerned but most of it sounded like curiosity. GD was behind me now, he had shot his hands in his pockets but my face and automatically turned when he started speaking. “Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe Monsta X was just playing bully.” turning to him, I said in Korean, I told him. “I am telling the truth!”

Babyface stood up and looked at me. “Or Maybe she owes them something. I’m not saying she’s lying, but they might go after her again. They’re like little kids in time out; don’t like it when play time is over. Shownu might come for his toy again. Hell, he didn’t even get a chance to play with it.”

What the hell?! I really had nothing to do with this I don’t remember putting “ get caught in a turf war.” On my bucket list!

I was shaking. They were like wolves circling me. I decided to scream out of the tall one, the one of the smug smirk. He was the one who was obviously in charge. “Who are you are what’s going to stop those… Those monsters from coming after me again?! ” My questions it started up again and I demanded answers. I didn’t care how scared I was at the moment. Which was actually very scared.

The tall one smiled a little wider, like he was looking down at the most wonderful bowl of ice cream on a hot day. He straightened out his grey and black blazer and raised a sleek eyebrow. “You can call me TOP… And you, my little tiger lily.. You’re gonna be my girl.”

I can only imagine how wide my eyes were right now. That sentence, it would forever ring in my head. “Gonna be my girl.” I knew that my mouth was slightly ajar, but I couldn’t find the strength to close it. And I just stared at him like he was crazy. Not only was he probably years older than me, what he was a thug. And didn’t even know my name!

When I finally found my voice I shouted; “ what the hell? No!” The man with the cropped black hair, babyface, and the guy with the Mohawk looked slightly taken aback. My fear was suddenly being placed by adrenaline. Slowly, but surely.

“No?” Said the one who called himself T.O.P his sleek eyebrow raised and he began to look down at me in a scolding manner. “ yeah, you heard me I said no.” Even though I felt like I was about to piss myself, I stared into his eyes. His cold stare burning a hole in my face. But I held my own. But faltered a little when I heard GD scoff behind me and say. “Ooh Shit. She don’t know who she talking to.”

I clench my jaw and cross my arms as I shook my head slightly. “ look mister.” I started, “ I have literally nothing to do with this, I was minding my own business when those wannabe thugs showed up and started harassing me. So if you could show me the way to the highway so I can get myself home that would be great and if I could never see you again that would be even better.” I heard another scoff
from GD behind me.

 " I really hope they have room in the morgue.“

Now, I didn’t know what GD meant, but in my mind he would remain PI; professional instigator.

T.O.P took my face in his hand again, this time a little more roughly. ” no one’s ever refused me.“ He said in a low tone. His voice was very quiet but it reached my ears clearly. I know the conversation was English, and he was speaking it quite well. So I knew he understood me when I had said no.

"Hun, you’re in Gwangju, looking like a little doll. You think those boys are going to stop after one night? You think Gwangju doesn’t have other gangs here? you’re dead wrong.” I thought back to when one of the members of Monsta X had pulled a gun and held it to my face… And judging by how these guys help themselves, I knew that they would probably actually shoot me. I guess tonight I just got lucky.

T.O.P turned his head to his gang members and made a jerky movement with his head. As if on cue they jumped up in about face and exited the room from the other side. Leaving me and their leader alone. I watched after them with my eyes silently praying that GD or somebody else would come back and get me, take me with them because the more time I spent with this man, the more my stomach turned.

“Alright doll, ” T.O.P’s voice startled me. He had taken a step back to look me over again. I felt mentally violated and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Hopefully it would stay that way. I kept my eyes locked on him the whole time, primarily his hands.

“L-look.” I called out shakily, I just wanted to get his attention. Maybe if I apologized really quickly and acted like a submissive little bitch, he would let me go. He would forget this night even happen and I will never have to see him again. But that meant that I would probably have to find work close to home too. But he was ignoring me for the time being. So I kept going anyways. “ this rivalry stuff is really none of my business! I was seriously just in the wrong place at the wrong time if you could just let me go-”

“Come sit down.” he said interrupting me, he sat down on the lounge couch with one leg crossed over the other comfortably, then he pat a spot next to him. “Come on, come sit.” I slowly walked over to where he was and sat down on the couch. In my mind I was actually coming up with the best lie to tell my mother for when I actually returned home. Really good excuse for why I was late. My mother never hit me before, I had a feeling that if the lie wasn’t good enough she would slap the living daylights out of me.

I set a ways away from him, and I didn’t look at them either. He draped an arm over the back of the couch. “What were you doing on this side of Gwanju?” He is placing his hand me my chin and told him I had to look up at him, on instinct I took my face out of his hands. “ no offense mr. But that’s none of your business, my name isn’t hun! It’s not baby its not Tiger Lily its not doll. I just want to go home.” T.O.P what a single, harsh chuckle and turned back to me.

“I already like you, and my name isn’t mister. It’s T.O.P or Choi, if you prefer.” he told me.“Alright then, Choi.” I mocked. He pursed his lips before turning to me. “You got spunk little one, what are you, like 19?”

“17.” Corrected at once. And then I saw something flicker in his eyes and he sucked his teeth and swore.

“Shit, super jail bait.” But then he looked back over at me in the same sentence, and my face with his eyes, and smiled slightly. “Fuck it, I’ll risk it.”

Risk it? Risk it?! Oh no. Oh no. My head was reeling with a million different questions once again. Choi suddenly looked at me… Well, no stared at me is more accurate. It was like he was deep in thought, thinking about something. “Alright. I think I can make this work.” he said at last. He stood up and then turned to me “Come on,” he told me. “Let’s go.”

Out of fear, and like a smart person who had some common sense I asked him where he was going to take me. He actually didn’t answer me at first, he pulled me up by my arm and drag me through the club opposite the way of where his gang members went. He dragged me into the heart of the club where the dance floor was and I realize that the club was a lot bigger than I thought it was. The floor was clean, spacious, and there was a stage with a large stereo system off to the side. On the opposite side of this room there was of course, a bar. That’s where he dragged me. Behind the bar , there was a single door. Choi quickly opened it and pushed me through. even when he turned on the light, it took me awhile to realize that it was a garage.

“Pick one.” he said behind me. I turned to look at him in question and he gave me a kind of 'duh’ look as he gestured to the line of cars.

Understanding, I slowly approached the red car. It was as read as the walls in the club. Choi purred a little in approval. “The Fisker Karma. Good eye.” He told me. I rolled my eyes, enough god damn games!

“Where are you taking me?!” I said more forcefully. “ I figured mommy and daddy are for sure worried by now, little princess. So I’m taking you home obviously.” How the hell were his actions in any way obvious?

“How do I know that’s what you’re really doing?” In a suspicious tone. It was true that my brother was the one who got more paranoid more often than not. But his hunches were almost never wrong about things, and because of that I always listen to him and it caused me to be wary of people as well. My dad was that way too. Never to be overly trusting, always to be wary of others. Always suspicious.

Choi pulled out aqui seemingly out of nowhere and unlock the car. “ I’m a lot of things.” He began to say to me as he opened up the side door for me. “ that includes being a man of my word, I said I was going to take you home so that’s what I’m going to do. Now hush up and get in.”

I stared at him for a little while, and he stared back at me this whole night has been full of intimidating stares, empty threats, confusion and frustration. But finally after believing him, I got into the car. I just hope it didn’t turn into some kind of alpha dog situation.

For the most part of the ride, aside from giving him directions, I stayed quiet. And I didn’t look at him. I felt it hard to look at him right now or at all I didn’t know this gangster, lobster or whatever. & I didn’t want to. his whole aura has spilled onto the floor then it yelled danger. I knew my dad is watching over me right now, which is probably why I had gotten away without getting shot or hurt anyway. But I had to ask myself what he was thinking right now. What would you say to me?

Thinking about my dad, thinking about what he would probably say to me if you know what was going on. What he was saying it mean if I was 3 hours past curfew and hadn’t called him. Made me cry. I didn’t mean to tear up in front of this gangster, but I couldn’t help it. The overwhelming sensation of fear, worry and nostalgia has finally caught up with me. And then warm salty drops of water started to fall down my cheeks.

“Hey, look, hun. Im not gonna hurt you. You don’t have to cry look I’m following your instructions just the way you told me to.” said T.O.P beside me. I sniffled. “It’s not that.” I told him and then quickly made up a lie; “it’s just been a really long night.” Why was I telling him is this? He didn’t care. So I sat back in the seat and looked out the window until it was time for me to give him his next direction.

“…what’s your name?” Surprised, I turned glanced at him for a few seconds. It would have been almost an hour and a half and it was the first time he was asking that question. Jerk.

“Amaryllis.” I answered. Choi hummed in thought and made a turn where I told him to before responding. “ amaryllis, that’s kind of pretty.” I felt my cheeks heat up a little bit. I quickly and quietly thank him and then set up window area start to look even more familiar to me. I panic at the thought of him knowing where I lived, I definitely didn’t want that so I told him to stop at a bus stop near the neighborhood.

“Here?” he asked me. “Why here?” What happened if I told him I didn’t want him to know where I lived? Oh well, who the hell cares.

“Ah. Um, I’ll walk from here. I’m probably already in trouble, I don’t want to show up with some man in a strange car. My mom will certainly blow her top like some maternal volcano.” I thanked him for the ride as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and tossed the strap over my shoulder securely. I special to screen when I felt Choi’s hand on my arm. He pulled me back into him so close our lips are inches apart. I really didn’t know how I felt about him kissing me even though he hadn’t even done it yet. “Don’t think this is goodbye. ” he mumbled in a low tone, he stared deep into my eyes and his half moon smirk was back on his face.

“ this ain’t over and I will find you again my little lady. Got it?” I quickly looked down at his hand on my arm in a vice like grip. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Feeling obligated, I nodded my head and under a single obedient. “I understand.” looking pleased with my answer, Choi also nodded. “Good girl. I’ll be seeing you, ight?” with that, he let me go. I still back on the sidewalk and watch the gave me a final swift hard before driving away. And then I walked the opposite way towards the house.

Hopefully my lie would satisfy my mother.

Hey There, Neighbor! : 6

Summary : Lucy lives a very successful life. But others would call it a ‘business-over-pleasure’ lifestyle. When she gets a new neighbor her life turns upside down. He does everything he can to show her what life is like outside the stuffy suits and lonely offices.

Chapter : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

                                                   The final chapter!

Lucy stood there, mouth gaping open, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“Natsu?! He’s the restaurant owner?!”

“Neighbor?” Erza questioned, she must have forgotten all about him.

“Yow!” Natsu yelped, reaching for his leg underneath the table and glaring at the man sitting next to him, who glared right back.

“Pardon him,” he stood and walked, more like glided, across the floor before stopping in front of Lucy, holding out his hand, “my name is Zeref Dragneel. It is an honor to finally meet you,” he then gestured to Natsu, “this is both my partner and my little brother, Natsu. But I believe the two of you have already met.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Lucy shook his hand, forcing down her shock, “and um, yes. We are neighbors.”

Lucy missed the look of disappointment that crossed Natsu’s face.

“Oh!” Erza snapped her fingers, “You’re the one who fixed our plumbing a few months ago! You’re Wendy’s cousin!”

“Uh, yeah…” Natsu’s grin was a little strained.

“Natsu does tend to do various jobs when he’s not cooking,” Zeref chuckled.

“So… he’s a chef?” Lucy smiled, Erza was asking Zeref and herself to sit so they could begin when Lucy remembered, “The coffee! They’re famous for tit! Is that what Natsu has been bribing me with? Was all for this?!”

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Matchmaking cat

@lolakinsart, I am your backup Santa for @voltron-ss. So when you said fluffy shklance, I thought. I was going to do a YouTuber au, but it was Lance filming a video and it just seemed so long winded. It was a lot of talking and not a lot of shklance interaction, though Lance did mention his amazing boyfriends a lot. So I decided to pull from the story of how Lance met Keith in that universe and do this instead. Hope you like it and it’s somewhat fluffy for you.

Lance blinked down at the black cat that stood near the animal shelter he worked at. The cat had short hair and was long. His knowledge of cats wanted to say it was a Burmese, but that didn’t seem right. The cat had on a purple harness and a chequered collar but no tags were hanging from it.

“Where did you come from?” he asked. The cat just blinked and jumped up, Lance scrambling to catch her. All the movement made Blue meow from her carrier that was hanging from his shoulder. Seeing that he had cats to deal with, he pulled open the door and went inside. Allura was sitting behind the front desk and looked up when he walked in.

“Lance, hello. Who’s this?”

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♦Team Up (Pt.2)

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Summary: In which the reader is a high schooler by day and vigilante by night, doing all that she can to help the residents of Queens. Then one day Spider-Man is helped out by an overly athletic civilian who happens to go to Midtown High. It is not long until Peter Parker starts putting two and two together.

♦Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Fem!Reader / Secret Vigilante
♦Genre: Adventure//Fluff?
Word Count: A lot more than before?
Warnings: None

Part 1

Later that night, you were out patrolling the city as your alter ego. It was a little chilly but you ran and somersaulted across rooftops with unbelievable agility. Hardly making a sound in your black tabi boots. One would think you did this every night.

Your ‘work’ uniform consisted of black tights under a black ladies surf suit, covered by a sleeveless crop-hoodie and a black biker’s scarf to hide your face. The line of your eyes was painted black with onyx eye shadow across your face to complete the set. The little thin red scarf tied across your waist was just a little signature accessory. Not that any bad guy would have been able to notice it. They’s be too busy getting their ass kicked.

You had a  Bō staff slung across your back, for some extra support as a ‘just in case measure’.

You crouched on the rooftop at the street corner where a few weeks ago, Sider-Man stopped a couple of baddies from blowing up an ATM. Though you had no idea how he managed to trash the convenience store across the street. It was still under construction.

You clenched your fist. The one time your annoying aunt decided to visit, had to be on the day when the biggest robbery in the neighbourhood went down. You should’ve been there.

All of a sudden, you heard the sound of heels bouncing off the building walls. And a woman gasping for breath. You saw her running from the alley just to your right.

“Help!” She called frantically, “Somebody help me!”

Without a warning, a beam of light shot out from the alley and the woman, and her hand bag were floating in mid-air!

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. You crouched lower observing your enemy.

“Well, lookie here boys! Looks like we have a catch!” One of them sneered. You weren’t sure but you could’ve sworn he was wearing an Iron Man mask.

“Get her hand bag!” The other one barked. Was that…Thor?

“Please, don’t hurt me! I’ll give you all the money I have!” She sobbed.

“Oh we know you will sweetie. It’s very kind of you.” Said the last one, in a Hulk mask.

It was time to intervene. You leapt off the rooftop and smacked the guy holding the weird laser thing with your staff on the head so hard, he collapsed and the beam disappeared.

“Hey!” Roared one of them. But that was all that he could say as you sent a massive blow to his stomach with your staff, making him an easy target for your punch. His head banged off a trash can.

You turned towards the poor woman as she was trying to frantically reach for her bag and run for her life.

“Go! Run away from here!” You order, at the cost of two very precious seconds which was all it took for the last guy, who was wearing a Thor mask to sneak up behind you.

He lifted you off the concrete with his hand clutched around your neck.

You dropped your staff in your attempts of trying to unclench his hand from your neck. 

Fatal mistake. 

Your legs were flailing like a bug’s and for the first time you are scared. It’s getting harder for you to breathe and you attempt to scream for help.

“Hey!” You imagined someone call out.


And the hand released you. Air was filling your lungs again. Your hand reached for your neck. And boy were you glad, your wind-pipe was still up and running.

“I though we talked through this before guys, to join the Avengers you need to have your own costume. I mean copyrights. We can’t have this.” You heard your rescuer say.

You already had this annoying suspicion it was the ‘Spider-Man’.

“What’s up Thor? Your locks are gone. Neh, you don’t really suit your hair short.” Remarked Spider-Man casually as he began dodging the guy’s punches.

You glanced at your  Bō staff and you felt your rage boil the blood in your veins. You got up.

“You!” Bellowed fake-Thor, “You’re the reason why I had to spend three weeks in jail!”

“Oh really?” Replied the Spider-Man.

Fake-Thor missed a left hook.

“Cos I’m pretty sure I didn’t make you rob that ATM the last time.” He continued

He evaded another punch.

“How about you tell me where your supplier is keeping all this fancy stuff?”

The guy raced towards the anti-gravity beam gun but that was his last mistake.

“Hya!” You screamed as you intercepted him with your  Bō  staff and kicked him in the stomach, putting all your rage into it.

He fell next to the trash with a loud clank and found himself bound by silver webbing.

“The flying bird guy, where do I find him?” Demanded the Spider.

You had no idea what was going on, but from what you inferred, you guessed that Spider-Man had a little ‘tiff’ with their supplier. You glanced back at the gun.

‘If more of these start popping up around here…my Bō staff ain’t gonna cut it.’ You thought.

You heard police sirens in the distance.

“I dunno, he found me. Okay? He cut all contact once we were taken in. I dunno I swear! Just let me go! Please! I promise you’ll never see us! Just let me go! I’ll start over! I swear!” He pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but your actions have consequences.” Said Spidey simply.

You sneered under your biker’s scarf.

‘Serves him right.’ And you give him he middle finger.

He just yelled at you incoherently.

The police sirens were getting closer.

You were just about to jump onto a fire escape when-

“Hey, you need a lift?” He asked. You kind of forgot he was still there.You looked around.

The sirens kept wailing.

“What now?” You asked sceptically as he walked over to you. 

He then put his arm around your waist.

“Hey! What are you-” You began as you both lifted off the ground.

You might have screamed a little indignantly but may I remind you, you were suspended a couple of feet in the air on a string.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You squealed as you grabbed onto him. You sealed your eyes shut and squealed even louder as he shifted you to his other side so he can shoot another web.

“Oh my god, this is not happening, this is not happening. Jesus Lord Almighty. Oh my god.” You muttered to yourself frantically.

The Spider-Man just chuckled at your reaction.

“You’re not a fan of heights are you?”

“Point out the obvious why don’t you!” You snapped at him, at which he only laughed.

“So I’m not saying that this is not great or anything -” You begin meekly as you risked a glance down. You instantly regretted it and clamped your eyes shut.“But you feel like dropping me off on a rooftop somewhere?”

“What, like right here?”

You two landed with a soft thump and you immediately let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god. Solid ground, praise the Lord. How?! How do you do this every night!” You yelled at him unexpectedly.

He just laughed as he shrugged his shoulders. The nearby street lamps illuminated the scene just enough for you to notice his posture soften a little bit as he walked over to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked. You knew what he meant.

Your hand involuntarily went up to your neck. And you cracked it in an attempt to dispel any unpleasant memories.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said, forcefully, but in fact, you weren’t fine at all. You didn’t usually have these kind of situations happen to you…You never counted on anyone - you weren’t used to being rescued - you were lucky tonight but if the Spider wasn’t there then …

You shook your head. You didn’t want to think about.

‘It comes with the territory.’ You affirmed. And you were still on the clock.

“So, the thugs back there. And the weapons. From what I gathered there’s a supplier whom you’re chasing.”

“Huh, oh yeah. They scavange alien tech from Damage Control and combine it with Earth technology to create these weapons.  The authorities don’t have a chance. Their supplier is a bird-dude.”

“Wait- bird dude?”

“Yeah, he has these massive wings and claws on his feet He’s actually kind of scary.”

You heard him clear his throat.

“But not that scary. I’m going to stop him no matter what.”

“Huh,” you emitted as you pondered it over.

Crazy bird dude supplying low-key criminals with high tech weapons. It did not look well for you at the moment.

“I see… So what’s your plan? How are you going to stop him?”

He quickly crossed his hands and you notice him shuffling uncomfortably.

“Well, I’ve been so busy lately with capturing guys like him that- I mean I have a plan I just need to -”

You sigh in frustration.

“It’s not that-”

“Listen, I really appreciate you helping me out tonight…and I really want to see these weapons gone from our midst. So how about we work together on this one.”

“You mean, you want to team up with me?” He sounded like as if you just told him you bought him a present.

“When you put it like that…”

“Okay, so…do you want my number or?” He asked as he reached for his phone

You gave him a look.

“Guess not.”

“Just meet me here at 8, okay?”

“Okay.” He chirruped.

You nodded and turned to leave before he called out.

“Hey, so what do I call you? Are you the Ninja Blur that-”

You pointed one end of your Bō staff towards his chin. He shot his hands up in defence.

“You call me that again and I will punch you.”

“Point taken.”

“I don’t have a name. I just do what’s needed to be done.”

“Well it was nice to meet you anyway. You have some pretty neat moves.”

“Well, what can I say? Self-defence classes pay off.

“Wait, wait. You mean Spider-man? Thee Spider-man?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yes Liz, thee Spider-Man. With the hyphen, wearing red and blue and he saved your life like two weeks ago. Yes, the one and only,”

“Wow! Oh my goodness! What was he like? Did you speak to him? Did he mention me?”

“Liz, he probably doesn’t even know who I am or that I’m your friend.”

“Oh, I just though that he might have…” She trailed off as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

You grabbed her arms and forced her to look at you.

“Listen Liz. I know this guy is the thing right now and that you are crushing on him hard. But he only seems dreamy because he’s untouchable. And who really needs him anyway.”

She gave you a look as you began walking to class.

“Okay, except when you are hang broken lift at the top of a national monument. But really Liz. You wouldn’t want the superhero mistress’ life. Like worrying about him all the time, patching up his wounds, keeping his identity a secret. It’s a whole lot of hassle. Trust me.”

“Wow, it sounds like as if you’re speaking from experience.” 

You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“It’s not that! I just read comics you know. They all kinda follow the same pattern.” 

You heard Liz sigh beside you. 

“Okay, so…” 

You did not like that tone.

“Tell me, how did you help Spider-Man exactly?”

You immediately diverted your gaze.

“Well, you know. I was, em, I was getting our coffee’s and as I was walking out I saw these guys running with bags full of money towards me being chased by Spider-Man and then I dunno, out of instinct I guess I splashed hot coffee in their faces.”

“Wow! So heroic!” She exclaimed.

You hit her a slight dig in the arm.

“Shuddup. It cost me $20 in the end!”


“Can you believe that Susie’s changed their prices?!”


“It was then that you text me so I just went home.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too. But the coffee’s were nice at least.”

You both giggled as you walked into Spanish. 

As you walked in you saw a guy’s head perk up. And who would’ve thought? It was that Parker guy who body slams people on the corridors. He was really staring at you though. 

You looked at your friend as she walked beside you.

A coy smile appeared on your lips.

Or more like your best friend. 

You couldn’t help but smile knowingly at him. He blushed furiously when he realised you saw him gawking at Liz and kept his head down at the back, his ears glowing pink. 

As you sat down you nudged Liz. 

“Hey, guess who looks at you like you’re an angel?”

“Lemme guess, Peter Parker?” 

You arch your eyebrows. “You know?”

“Of course, he’s not good at keeping secrets.” 

You chuckled quietly as your teacher walks in, silencing the murmur in the class.

Before you actually star paying attention, you stole one sneaky glance behind your back. 

He was still busily eyeing his desk.

You were sitting in Physics which was one of the few classes that Liz didn’t sit with you. And you were casually minding your own business when Flash -Jackass -Thompson decided to confirm the nagging feeling that you had all day: Someone was staring at you. 

“Jesus Parker, would you stop being a creep and stop staring at Y/N already?”

A wave of laughter rang out in the class. You weren’t sure who’s face was redder his or yours. 

“I wasn’t-I…” He stammered.

You bit your lip and spun around to face Flash.

“Why, what’s wrong Thompson? You’d rather he was looking at you?”

The class erupted in laughter. 

“What?! NO! Obviously not!” 

But his protests were drowned in laughter. As you turned back you accidentally caught Peter’s eye. He was laughing too.

You looked at Liz a few seats in front of you. She mouthed ‘Savage’ as she let out a giggle.

You allowed a satisfied smile before the bell rang.

Lunch was nearing its end. You noticed a familiar brown haired boy fetching his books from his locker. 

He did not expect to find you there. You presumed that from his yelp when he shut his locker with a bang.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?”

“Parker! Nice seeing you. Why have been staring at me all day?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring…What Flash said-”

“It’s not about what Flash said. I noticed you staring at me all day too. So what’s your deal? Do I have something in my hair? Or you’ve seen me with Liz? Do you want me to set you up? Is that it?” You fired your questions at him.

He was turning a few shades redder. 

“No! No! Wait, you would actually…Nevermind! I was just…looking because you remind me of someone I’ve met…”

You raised and eyebrow sceptically. 

“Really Parker? Is this your best excuse?” 

Then he did something you weren’t expecting: He smiled - smugly. 

“Just like the way your’s is Self-Defence classes.” 

You sweatdropped.

“What?” You blurt.

He just continued smiling.

Your eyes widened. 

He nodded slowly.

You frantically looked around you. He yelped as you grabbed him by the sleeve of his jumper and practically slammed him through the door. 

“Em, ow?” 

“What the shit Parker?” You emit, because in the midst of finding out his secret identity and knowing that someone else found out your secret identity you were ready to hyperventilate. 

He threw you a confused look.

You are the Spider-Man?” You whispered hoarsely.

“Em, yeah.” He said proudly. 

You felt your eye twitch.

“You are kidding me. So it was you the other day at the coffee shop?” 


“And last night?!” 

He only nodded. 

You hated how your hand reached for your neck. 

He noticed too.

‘Peter Parker saved my life.’ You thought, ‘He saved Liz’s too.’ 

“Dude…” you mutter quietly.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone I swear. Can I…ask the same from you?” You noticed how his voice broke at the end of the sentence.

You straightened yourself. 

“Sure thing. Pinky promise.” You reply.

He beamed at you and it’s sincereity took you by surprise a little bit.

“Alright, alright. So who else knows?” 

“Just Ned.”

“Ned, huh?”

“Yeah, he’s my guy in the chair.” 

You stare at him blankly for a second.

“But don’t tell him I call him that,” he added sheepishly

“I’m hoping this nerdism isn’t contagious.” You add amusingly.

He laughed as you headed out towards the door. He was about to follow but you stopped him.

“No, Pete. I’ll leave first. Then two minutes later you leave.” You informed.

“Eh, why exactly?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Cos this is high school. And kids these days have a dirty mind.”

You actually found it adorable how he blushed probably the bizillionth time today. 

“Right, okay. I get you. You go on,” he said as you turned to leave,”Is tonight at 8 still okay for you or…?” 

You sigh. 

“Yes. Just chill. Dual identity. We don’t discuss vigilante stuff in civil. Don’t take your work home. Ever heard that phrase before?”

“Don’t take your work home. I get you.” He confirmed as he rolled on the balls of his feet.

Honestly, he was such a child. 

You suppressed a smile as you left for class.

But at least you were right about one thing in relation to Spider-Man. 

He’s a dork.

/author’s note/ I’m so sorry for updating so late - I just started university so my life is chaos - amazing but chaotic. 

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Jyn and Cassian escape Scarif and start a new life.

Rated: G

Words: 1389

They stumble out of the citadel tower, Jyn tries her comm and there’s no answer, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach at the thought of the fate of the others. In the distance fire billows, and she tries not to think of Bodhi in the shuttle, or Baze and Chirrut in the jungle. She supports Cassian as best she can, but he’s fading. She looks around frantically for aid, but her eyes only alight on burning debris and broken bodies. She squeezes her eyes shut, turns Cassian away from the carnage. When she opens her eyes, she sees something glint through the trees.

It’s a crashed U-wing, but it looks mostly intact. Jyn’s heart leaps into her throat, as she maneuvers Cassian towards it. Her movements speed up, and Cassian notices, feebly lifting his head.

“What is it?” he asks, voice hoarse from exhaustion.

“It’s a ship, it’s damaged, but we might get lucky.” Jyn knows it’s a long shot, but she has to try. She owes Cassian that much.

Cassian looks towards the ship in the distance, grimaces. “I don’t think I can make it that far.”

“You can! Come on!” Jyn can’t give up now. They’ve been through so much, she refuses to let it end here. She pulls Cassian along, and for most of the way he tries valiantly to support as much of his own weight as he can, but in the end he fades, and Jyn drags him in the sand the rest of the way.

She scrambles onto the damaged ship, fiddles with the controls. The systems flicker on and off as Jyn tries several switches, none of them sticking. Jyn screams in frustration, but her voice is drowned out by a booming explosion in the distance. She sees a huge cloud bloom into the sky, and she knows her time is limited. She frantically flicks more switches, none of them working, and the sky and the ocean have melded together and this wave of death is rumbling towards her. She slams a panel of the ship in frustration with her fist, and suddenly the ship roars to life. She pulls an unconscious Cassian into the co-pilot’s chair and straps him in. They escape the beach as the wave roars through, and the ship shakes and rumbles as it leaves the atmosphere.

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  • pairing: namjoon | reader {ft.Jimin}
  • genre: fluff, angst, [implied smut], feels
  • ∘    word count: 13,513

    Your name: submit What is this?

    You met him at the calmest park in Queens.

    February 25th, 2014

    “Is anyone sitting here?” You asked the man in the maple bench with his nose stuffed in a book.

    “Huh?” The man looked up at you. He was very handsome, You observed. He had voluminous light blonde- it seemed dyed, but nice nonetheless- hair, and by the look of his long legs, tall.. seemed to be in his twenties?

    “Oh, yeah- I mean no- sorry, you can.. You can sit here.” The man stuttered with a blush.

    “Thanks,” You replied and sat down next to him to read your newest book discovery, ‘Metamorphosis’ by Franz Kafka.

    You took the book out from your bag and flipped to the page you had left off. Sweet, fresh air blew a Sycamore tree seed down to bounce off the slope of your nose, and then fall onto your smooth pages. Your hand lightly brushed the page to remove the helicopter seed, causing your book to shift where it’s cover art was facing.

    “Excuse me, but..” You turned to look at the man whose voice spoke to you again.

    “I love that book. One of Kafka’s best works,” The man said, referring to the familiar cover art now in his line of sight.

    “Oh, yeah, this book is really good so far,” You related, intrigued. “What are you reading now?” You questioned, gesturing to the novel in his left hand. “Into books much?”

    “Yeah, I love literature. I’m reading Demian,” The man responded and showed you the book.

    “I love Demian!” You exclaimed. “It’s really a piece of art.”

    “I think so too! Everything about it, the inner relationship between Demian and Sinclair and how they’re actually..” The man looked up at you.

    “I’m Namjoon, by the way. Nice to meet you.” The man introduced himself and stuck his arm out to shake your hand.

    “Y/N. A pleasure.” You beamed.

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