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FP Jones/Andrews family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 9

Originally posted by riverdalesource

AN: This chapter is a little different… It’s also a little short so I may release the next chapter a little earlier than Friday. 

(Part One) (Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,335

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

Before homecoming…

FP watched you leave the trailer with a unconscious smirk on his lips. 

You really were something else. 

He turned to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee, he had to be at Alice Coopers in an hour and if he was honest, he was kind of nervous. 

He knew Alice. He knew that this wasn’t just some social gathering to bring the Cooper/Jones family together but he said he’d go since Jughead seemed so damn excited about it. And in the end, he didn’t care that much about Alice’s intentions as long as his son was happy.

And your surprise visit was enough to encourage him to get through the rest of the evening. Knowing that you would be at the Whyte Wyrm in a pair of combat boots and black washed jeans that clung to you so tightly was enough to help FP through the night. 

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Candy, Kisses, & Elevator Sex (John x Reader x Alex)

A/N: Here’s my Valentine’s Day Special! Sorry it took so long, got into my writing zone and just couldn’t stop! Hope you enjoy!

You opened your eyes enjoying the feeling of refreshment that you didn’t usually get from just waking up. You snatched your phone off the bedside charger to check the time.

“CRAP!”

You overslept! Springing out of bed, you ripped off your pajamas as you bolted to the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later you were dressed at least semi-well and running to catch the train to work. If you gave it your all you might be able to make it to work on time.

Panting for air, you held your travel cup of bitter black coffee in your hand and a pop tart in your other. They balanced in your grip as the station came into your sights. Just a few blocks away, the heel of one of your pumps caught itself on a crack in sidewalk and made you crash onto the cement. It was food and drink massacre.

The frosting from the pop tart smeared on the sleeve of your coat. The force of the tumble popped the top off your mug and coffee spilled everywhere. Your knees and palms had been scraped and bruised along with your ego.

Getting back on your feet, you found that your heel was finished. Limping the rest of the blocks to the station, you purchased a ticket and struggled up the stairs to the boarding platform before the train arrived.

You slumped in the farthest corner of the train and sighed wondering if the day could get any worse. Then her phone vibrated.

It was a text from your boyfriend, Sam. He must sent you a Happy Valentine’s Day text message. He was so sweet. You unlocked your phone to look at the message, excited that it must be about your plans for tonight. He said he had a surprise for you!

Sammy Sea-bunny:

Salutations (Y/N). I’m sorry to inform you that I have fallen in love with someone else. I’m regret that I couldn’t tell you in person. Hope we can still be friends.

You stared at your phone. The pain in your knees and palms from your fall overshadowed by the pain you were feeling in your heart. You couldn’t believe it. You already made reservations at an exclusive resort in California for your vacation in June. You had planned to London for his birthday. You quickly replied back.

You:

Eat a dick, asshole.

You silenced your phone and shoved it into the deepest part of your purse. It was all too much for you to take especially on a day without your daily coffee and breakfast. One more thing and you’d lose it. You just needed to make it through one work day and later you can cry over a glass of wine and your emergency chocolate stash.

Standing in front of the silver elevator doors in your bare feet, you waited impatiently for the doors to open. About two blocks into your walk from the train station, you decided to forsake your heels and go bare foot because it was better than limping around. Luckily you kept an extra pair of sandals in your desk that would get you through the day. You didn’t have any client meetings and had just treated yourself to a pedicure, so your feet looked fabulous.

The doors finally opened and a bunch of people pushed past you. You stepped in and pressed the button for the fiftieth floor. Behind her came in two younger men. One pushed a cart full of dozens of assorted floral bouquets and Valentine’s baskets. You glanced from one handsome face to the next. Ugh.

They were attractive to say the least. Nice features, full lips, young faces, slender bodies, and it looked like they had some well-defined muscles underneath their clothes. You licked your lips and looked away. Not like you wanted anything to do with the male species ever again, but looking didn’t count right?

The taller one and the one close to you were dressed in jeans and blue t-shirts, his jacket tied around his slender waist. He pushed the button for the sixtieth floor and met your eye. He gave you a small smirk like he knew you were staring. You scowled in reply, looking at the doors in front of you. Screw pretty boys and the rest of their kind.

Out of the corner of your eye you could spot him looking you over. You quickly felt the urge to explain why you were carrying your shoes but pushed it away. You didn’t need to explain yourself to anyone, especially two guys in a elevator.

You sighed and closed your eyes as the elevator began to move up. Soon you’d be in your cubicle, put on your flip-flops, and get some high calorie sugar treat and crappy coffee from the vending machine area. The guys behind you were talking about something, but you were honestly too busy thinking about whether to get a cinnamon bun and powdered donuts when a strange screeching sound came from above. The three of them looked at each other that sound was obviously not normal. Then, came a loud clicking followed by one weird bang and then elevator completely halted.

“What the hell was that?!” said the short guy. He walked over and pressed his floor button a few times.

“I don’t know but it doesn’t sound good,” said his friend. His hands buried in his jean pockets as he leaned into the corner of the elevator, legs crossed nervously. He wore the same blue t-shirt with matching logo on the front. Same as the other guy. You could make out the design more clearly now. Washington Floral Co. That was the local flower shop a few blocks over. You had seen their bouquets in the building before.

“Please don’t tell me we’re stuck in here,” you whispered. You walked over to the control panel. “Of all days, why’d it have to do today?” You pressed the emergency call button.

A voice came over the speaker. “Peggy here.”

“Hello. Um… I think the elevator stopped.”

“Can you tell me which one miss?”

You looked at the two boys but they both shrugged their shoulders.

“Uh… the one not moving. Isn’t there some kind of master panel or something?” You asked, rubbing your forehead. “I think it’s the middle one on the left, maybe. Or it could be the right?”

“Alright, I’ll contact maintenance and get someone on it. Sit tight. We’ll have you out in a jiffy~.”

“I hope they hurry up. We’ve got a ton of deliveries to make today,” said the short guy as he flung his jacket onto the bottom of the cart. He ran a hand through his dark locks and you wondered at how it was possible for it to look even better tousled. “John, better call Mrs.W, tell her what’s going on.”

John dialed up whoever Mrs.W was and turned to face the far wall for privacy. Which wasn’t really that private since they were trapped in an elevator. You caught sight of his firm backside and did a double take. Following along his waist up to his shoulders where his t-shirt was stretched taut by the muscles in his back, curving over his shoulders and hugging the muscles in his arms. He had a nice swimmers body type. Your stomach flipped and you snapped your head away.

You tried to focus on playing on your phone instead, looking at the time. Only five minutes had passed. Everything was being handled right? They’d be out in fifteen minutes tops, right? You took a deep breath and jammed your hands in your pockets hoping the rescue would come fast.

Twenty more minutes went by and Peggy’s voice finally came back. “Hello ma’am?”

You rushed up to talk near the mic. Not that she needed to but it felt awkward just talking into air. “I’m here.”

“It’s going to be a little longer than we thought. Seems there a computer malfunction and we have to get the tech guys. It’ll be awhile.”

“Peggy?“ You waited for her to reply but got nothing. “Peggy! How long is awhile?”

“I’d say at least an hour or two. However, traffic is pretty bad today. Could be three.”

“Three hours!”

“Sorry ma’am. You got company or are you by yourself?”

She looked at the two boys. “There’s two other people in here with me. But don’t you have cameras?”

“Yep, but they’ve been out of order for weeks now. Some parts on back order. Always something isn’t it?” she laughed.

You on the other hand didn’t feel like laughing one bit. You backed up to the elevator’s wall and dropped to the floor, looking at the small square you were trapped in. The walls were closing in, seeming to get thinner. Three hours. She would have to sit here for three whole hours at the least. The events of the day hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You buried your face in your hands and that’s when the flood gates broke. A slow trickle at first, until both eyes gushed salty tears and you sat there sobbing into your hurt hands.

“Hey now. Being in an elevator with the two of us isn’t all that bad, is it?” said a voice from the other side of the room.

You gave sniffle, peeking between the strands of hair that cascaded in front of her eyes. The tall one in the corner had sat down as well and was scooting up closer to her. Oh my gosh!

You had finally reached rock bottom, crying your eyes out in a elevator in front of two hot guys. Squeezing your eyes tight and hiding your face more, wishing you could just disappear.

“Are you okay,” he asked, gently touching your leg and quickly looked up. You saw his deep brown eyes and freckles staring at you, through those sweet dark lashes, worried. “We won’t be in here forever you know.”

You shook her head. “It’s not that.”

You pulled up the text from Sam, holding it out for the stranger to see.

“Holy shit.” He gave her leg a firm squeeze. “I’m so sorry. That sucks and today of all days.”

“What sucks?” Alex knelt down next to them and freckles showed him the phone. “Woah. That’s a crappy way to start the day, huh?”

“You have no idea,” you said, telling them about the rest of your morning.

“So that’s the reason you weren’t wearing shoes. I’m Alex by the way and this big lug is John. We deliver for the florist not too far from here to help out with college expenses.”

“(Y/N). I work in the building. Shouldn’t you have classes now?”

“Yeah, but we’re skipping because we make a shit-ton of cash on Valentine’s Day.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I bet.”

Alex’s eyebrows creased. “Listen, don’t worry about that Sam-I-Am guy. You got it goin’ on and deserve way better than that ass.”

You blushed, never could take a compliment.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you first walked in and I was so nervous when you caught me.”

“Stop it,” You giggled. “But thanks.”

“I have an idea,” said John, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“This guy has the best ideas.”

“Let’s see what Miss floor 60 has in one of her baskets?”

“No way! We can’t do that!” You protested.

“Don’t worry about it,” said John, waving you off.

“She has most of the cart. Besides our boss will give the guy a refund. Say it was a delivery problem because of an elevator problem. Which is technically right.” He smiled, sporting two dimples on either side of his smile. He must of got a lot of tips with that smile.

“She must be a pret-ty busy woman,” said John with a huge grin.

You looked at the cart full of sweets and swallowed. Then you looked at the two men across from you, heat traveling down your body. You decided to ignore it by fiddling with your skirt.

Alex jumped up and walked over to the cart, scanning over the gifts that Miss 60 received. “This one.” He held up a basket. There was nothing special or fancy about the packaging. It appears to be the simplest one. “No card and nothing special about it, she’ll never notice it’s gone.”

The two guys ripped open the basket packaging like kids on Christmas. You shook your head as they pulled out some of the stuff inside.

John picked up a bottle of champagne from the basket. “Looks like we have something to drink!” He tore off the gold wrapping and popped the cork with ease. The basket didn’t include glasses, so the three of you had to make do without. John held out the bottle to you. “Ladies first, of course.”

You took it and raised it up. “Cheers and Happy Valentine’s Day to us.”

Putting the bottle to your mouth and letting the liquid glide down your throat. You passed it off to John, brushing fingertips in the exchange. Pleasure tingled between her legs. Your eyes met and a slow smile curved his lips making your nipples tighten. What was happening? You had gotten dumped, then two guys come along, and you were all in an extremely enclosed space.

John took three swigs, licking his lips as he looked at you, and then handed the bottle to Alex, who pulled out a box of chocolates. “Anyone up for some free chocolate?”

“Yes please.” You raised your hand. Finally you’d get some food in you.

Alex was about to pass the box to you but John put a hand in front to stop him. He leaned over and whispered something in Alex’s ear. You couldn’t hear but Alex nodded and grinned as they whispered to each other, then they turned to you.

“Sooo, you can have a chocolate, but you have to close your eyes.” Alex stated with a waggle of his brows. Suddenly the temperature seemed to spike as your mouth went dry.

“What the—? No way I’m closing my eyes.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against wall, trying hard to ignore the waves of excitement that flooded your body.

“Come on. Live a little.” John dangled piece of chocolate in front of your face.

“You. Are. So. Bad.” You bit her lip.
“Give me that champagne.”

You held out your palm and Alex passed the bottle to you. Wrapping your lips around the bottle and gulping down two more mouthfuls.

“What’s wrong with being bad?” asked John innocently, popping a chocolate into his mouth. “Makes games more fun and if you don’t like our game, you can stop. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

John crossed the left side of his chest, making you wonder what his chest looked like under that fitted t-shirt and her heart sped up.

“But I must give you a word of warning, we’ve never met anyone that hasn’t appreciated any one of our games~”

You could feel the wetness between her legs grow. Head swimming with all your ideas of what kind of games these two wanted to play? “So you two often play games together?”

A smile spread across John’s freckled face, knowing what was running through your mind. “Only with the special ones.”

You followed the length of John’s body as he stretched out in front of you, admiring the way his shirt curved over his arms and clung to the tight body, how the denim of his jeans placed low on his waist and your eyes nearly popped out at the bulge straining in his pants. A rush of electricity surged through you as your eyes darted back to his cute face. “A-And you’re considering me special?”

“Today, we want to treat you like a Queen,” said Alex as he sat up on his heels.

Too excited, you couldn’t resist anymore. “So, what do I have to do?”

“While your eyes are closed, you have guess the right flavor inside of the chocolate,” replied John nonchalantly.

“What do I get if I’m right?”

“Heh… if you’re right, Alex or I, depending on who you got the chocolate from, will have to take off an article of clothing. But… if you’re wrong… you do.” John smiled again like before, like he knew just how hard you wanted him. By chance, he moved his hand to adjust himself and your eyes carefully eying his body and movements.

Alex leaned over, closer to you and grabbing the champagne bottle that sat in her lap and took a gulp. The air suddenly became heated as the three of you sat there and looked from one to another. You couldn’t believe you were doing this!

You were about to play strip chocolate game with probably the most attractive guys she’d ever been in a room with. Your vanilla sex life was about to end.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. “Okay, I’ll play.”

“Sweet,” Alex exclaimed and sat up straight.

“Me first,” said John, grabbing a chocolate and crawling over to you on his knees holding the piece of chocolate in one hand. “Now, close your eyes.”

You couldn’t hide your blush, closing your eyes tightly and waiting to feel the chocolate on your lips. You felt the pressure of something smooth along your lips and opened your mouth, tasting the minty richness of chocolate on your taste buds as the small piece entered your mouth followed by the touch of soft warm lips on yours. John’s lips. He had bitten off half of the chocolate and given you the other half. The chocolate began to melt in your mouth as his lips lingered on yours and his body hovered over you. Your body trembling from just one teeny kiss.

You opened her eyes as John backed away, his eyes half-libbed and swimming with desire. “So, what flavor?”

“…what?…” Oh, right, you had to guess the flavor. You chewed and swallowed the rest of tasty treat. “Easy one. Mint.”

John grinned. “That’s right.”

He wasted no time pulling off his t-shirt. You lost all ability to function. He was slender but his abdominal muscle clearly defined. You just wanted to reach out and brush your fingertips along in his slim frame.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your chest and back to your face. That’s when you realized the show you were giving the two of them the entire time. Your nipples were tiny mountains against the soft fabric of your thin bra since you rejected the one with padding this morning and they had made their presence know under your red silk blouse.

You snatched the champagne away from Alex. You had a desire to just pour it over John’s chest and lick off every yummy drop but pushed that idea away.

“Time for my shot,” sung Alex already in front of you, the chocolate between his teeth.

“You are nonstop,” You said, wiping some champagne from the side of your mouth.

He pulled the chocolate out of his mouth with his fingers. “Yep, I’ve been told that a few times. Now, close your eyes.”

You closed your eyes again but secretly peeked a bit, watching as Alex crawled up to you and raised his face up to yours, delicately sliding his hands up the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He was floating so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body on yours. Shit, he was so sexy. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were so turned on that you just wanted to jump the two boys and eat them up like chocolate.

Alex finally pressed his lips to yours, sliding the chocolate into your mouth. Soft. Creamy. Delicate. Alex plunged his tongue in afterward and crushed a kiss against her mouth, leaving you hot and breathless. He pulled away, his eyes darkened with lust.

“What did you think?”

Your cheeks were still burning from the kiss, but you managed to respond. “Delectable. Cherry is one of my favorite flavors. You lose.”

John laughed. “She got you, man.”

Alex chuckled, looking you directly in the eyes as he pulled off his shirt without breaking contact. You caught a sniff of his body spray as he threw his shirt into the other corner. The scent filled your nose and she wanted it all over her body, covering her, him covering her. The throbbing between her legs intensified and the magnetic pull she felt from each man as they went back and forth was dizzying.

“Alright, alright, time for the second round and it’s going to get a lot harder.” John shook the box of chocolates in hand mixing them up.

Harder? That’s exactly what you wanted. “Prepare to lose.”

Alex grinned, peering into the box since John already chose his piece. “Confident, are you? Then how about this. Round two is double or nothing.”

The boys looked at you for approval.

“Why not,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve still got all my clothes on.”

“Okay, but I just want to make sure you’re good with this,” he said, his face and voice serious.

“Fellas, I am so good with this right now you couldn’t comprehend it.”

Alex beamed. “Double or nothing then.”

John placed the chocolate between his pearly whites and began to crawl toward you except this time you decided to meet him halfway. You faced each other on your knees, leaning up and biting off half of the chocolate in his mouth. You sucked the piece into your mouth and let it melt on her tongue. John was right, it was harder. Peanut? Macadamia? Almond? Walnut? You weren’t really a fan of nuts, so you had no idea.

John leaned over to place a gentle kiss over her lips. Welcoming him, you threw her arms over his shoulders. Your tongues exploring each other’s mouths as his hands traveled down your back and pulled you close.

He pressed his hips into yours and the feel of his cock against you almost cost you the game. The friction between your thighs was so much that you’d need release soon but they weren’t actually going to finish you off in the elevator, right?

John pulled away from the kiss but still kept his lips on yours.

“Flavor?” he asked, his lips against yours, his breath hot on your face. Your mind was to mushy to register for a second, feeling drunk on chocolate and kisses.

“Um…Almond?”

He cocked his half-smile again. “Nope. You. Lose.”

You went completely red. John didn’t back away and Alex didn’t look away. “A deal’s a deal, I guess.”

You couldn’t believe your were going to take your shirt off in an elevator. One by one you undid the simple buttons on your blouse, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it fall away. You were relieved that you wore a newer bra.

“That’s one piece,” you panted. John put his hands behind his back, looking like he couldn’t stop from touching you.

Now you could do the teasing. Unzipping your skirt, pushing it down your hips, pass your thighs, and to your knees. You looked at both of them noticing how they were intensely staring.

Standing back upright she faced John. “I still have another turn.”

Wordless, John moved to the side to let you pass. You looked at Alex who had placed the chocolate between his lips and patted his stomach, motioning you to straddle him. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, making them burn more. You situated yourself onto him and bit down on the chocolate. Leaning more onto Alex, pressing chest to chest, face to face, the boner beneath his jeans hard and protruding.

“Cinnamon,” you mumbled.

“Correct.”

With you still on top, Alex slid off his pants and then his boxers. The only thing between you was the thin fabric of your panties that you were pretty sure are soaked by now due to the last round.

“So…um… who won?”

Alex got up to his knees and knelt in front of you. His hard cock, brushing against your thigh. You couldn’t help yourself, dropping your eyes to peek down, wanting to know what he’d been hiding. His slim physique did not do him justice!

So long and thick, you just wanted to reach out and stroke it, lick across the smooth skin and make him beg for more.

“Is there ever really a loser in stripping games?” John asked.

You laughed, shaking your head. Biting your lip, asking the question that weighed desperately on your mind.

“So… how far can the game go?”

Alex lifted her chin with an index finger. “As far as you want Queen (Y/N).”

“Why didn’t you say that in the first place! Game over!” You exclaimed, wrapping a hand around Alex’s cock and the other around his neck, plunging him into a deep kiss. He passionately kissed back, enveloping your mouth, tangling with your tongue. Then you felt the hands of someone else behind you.

John knelt behind you, kissing the tender area of your ear, sending currents of pleasure down your body.

“Which of us do you prefer? Have a favorite?” he asked.

You looked at him from over your shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s like asking me to choose between apple pie or cinnamon rolls. I just can’t. Do I have to pick?”

John pressed a kissed to your lips in reply. Feeling behind you, scrambling with trying to unbutton his jeans, anxious to get them off. Meanwhile, Alex quickly busied himself with your breasts. Taking off your bra, rolling your nipples between his fingers, licking at the hard buds, making sure to give them equal attention.

John finally removed his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung from the fabric prison and slid along your backside causing little waves of heat to follow. Reaching his hand around, he slipped two fingers into you.

“You are so wet.”

Your pussy felt like it was on fire. You moaned as John made little circles with his finger on your clit. Alex moved his head to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his tongue. You arched against John as he stroked your slit and Alex played with your breasts.

“Fuck,” you grunted, grasping Alex’s shoulders for support, your pelvis bouncing on John’s hand.

John came out from behind her, placing his shirt on the floor and laying you on it.

“Have you ever been with two men before,” he asked lustfully.

“No,” you panted. Alex gently slid his jacket under your head and kissed the top of your nose as John placed himself between your legs. You shivered in anticipation.

He spread your legs wide and gave you a smile before burying his tongue in your fold. Fixing his mouth around your mound and plunging deep inside. You gasped and squirmed at the intense pleasure that blew through your body. Alex sucked on your bottom lip while John played with your pussy.

Moaning at how Alex devoured your mouth, while John plunged and greedily licked your folds and thrust his fingers inside you, slowly, achingly pumping in and out.

Spreading your legs more and arching your pelvis, you grabbed Alex by the neck and pulled his face to yours, twisting your hands in his dark locks. You were so close!

You felt the tension build up in your groin, desperately wanting relief. Pulling away from Alex’s mouth you moaned thirstily.

“More…Don't…Please…Need…”

John popped his head up. “Trade places!”

Before you knew it John had spun you by the legs toward Alex. You quickly felt the warmth of Alex’s two smaller hands as he raised your hips up and pulled you against his skillful mouth. He vigorously devoured you again.

He moved faster and wilder than John, alternating between finger and tongue, between circles and broad strokes, up and down.

“Alex!” You bucked and screamed his name.

Your hips thrust up and you went for his head but John blocked with a passionate kiss, encasing you in his arms. You fell back trapped in John’s embrace. White haze appearing behind your eyelids as the tension built up in your stomach. Your body wiggling and breath completely out in short pants.

“Ahhh…” she moaned into John’s kiss.

John broke away. “Hold up. Not yet.”

Alex gave one more hard lick to your entrance before lifting his head. Panting you could only lay there and mewl.

“What?… No… don’t stop.”

John knelt in front of you, that familiar grin back on his face, his eyes drilling into you. “I saw you licking your lips earlier.”

His eyes flashed to his cock then back up to you.

Finally! Readily crawling closer to him on all fours, grasping his cock with both hands. You licked the salty cum from the tip, taking more into your mouth. His cock was big, one of the biggest ones you’ve ever had the pleasure of blowing so you couldn’t hold yourself back from working all the way down his length till he reached the back of your throat.

John’s head fell back, his eyes shut tight as he gave a carnal hiss. You mentally smiled to yourself. John tangled a hand in your hair and held your shoulder with the other as Alex placed himself next to you, his warm palms massaging your bare butt.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, gripping your waist, and thrusting inside you, finally filling you. You squealed around John’s cock, tongue circling the cock. Alex pumped in and out, rocking you back and forth on John’s cock. Alex picked up the pace and you sucked harder. Getting off on how you could give pleasure and get pleasure at the same time.

Alex hit that spot deep within you that sent a huge tremor of pleasure through you and made stars appear in your vision. To make it better Alex reached around and stroked your clit while he pounded into you. His hand moved rapidly and wildly. The three of you built up a thread of stress that was about to snap. HARD!

Airy grunts, gasps, and the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the cramped elevator. You were lost in the pleasure and passion of the moment.

John hardened his grip on your shoulder. “I’m going to come.”

You reached up and played with his balls, making his entire body shudder with a few more thrusts before discharging the salty warmth of his orgasm into your mouth. You still kept sucking eagerly on his cock, wanting to prolong the moment.

John pulled your hands up to his shoulders as Alex continued to finger your clit and fuck you from behind. The feeling getting stronger than any you had ever experienced before. Digging your fingers into John’s shoulders. You were going to come!

“Oh, hell yes!”

“I love to hear you say that,” Alex breathed heavily as he continued his motions. Your body began to tremble and tighten around his cock as he came inside you. Your body exploded like little tiny riffles that blew through your body, exploding in different directions, and everything else melting away.

When you came back, the three of you collapsed in a tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies.

John kissed your forehead and Alex kissed your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” They said together.

You smiled and cuddled closer to them. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

John planted another kiss on your lips as Alex lightly smacked your ass.

You froze when static erupted from the speaker on the button panel.

“Hello Ma’am?”

You quickly got up. “Y—Yes?”

“Sorry for the wait. There was trouble fixing it. Luckily the fire department is on their way to get you guys out of there and will be there in a few.”

“A few!” The three of you jumped up. “Thanks a lot!”

Racing to put on your clothes already able hear the noises coming from above. Getting the last button on your shirt just as the scraping of metal on metal came from above.

The door in the elevator ceiling was being removed and a head poked itself through. You quickly checked yourself, making sure nothing looked off.

John and Alex were clothed but a little flushed and sweaty. Did you look as sweaty as them? John inched his way over to you and fixed the back of your skirt with that mischievous grin of his. You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately hoping that the fireman wouldn’t figure you out.

“Ladies go first. We’ll send down the ladder and you two help her on up, okay?”

“Yes sir,” they answered in unison.

The ladder came down and you looked to the both of them. No time to give them a proper good bye.

“You’re one special woman. That Sam guy is an absolute idiot,” said Alex raking a hand through his hair.

“Hope the rest of your day is fit for a Queen,” said John, swallowing and looking like he could go another ten rounds. You bit your lip, the tingling between your legs and grew damp again.

You kissed each of their hands and put one to each of their mouths.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. Turning and stepping on the first rung of the wiggly ladder. Alex and John placed hands on your hips to balance you as ascended. Making it up a few rungs before halting.

“Sorry!” You held up a finger. “I need a minute,” You called up to the waiting fireman.

You hopped down and faced Alex and John. “I was just wondering if you two had any plans for the first week of June?”

The guys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, looking back at you curiously.

“Any chance you’re both interested in a summer vacation to Cali? I already have reservations for two…but since some asshole won’t be going anymore… I’m sure I can add one more. Maybe make up another game or two over there?”

“I’ll start packing,” said John. Excitement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes, knowing he was already starting to create new games in his mind.

“I prefer the right side of the bed,” commented Alex, a snarky grin sealing the deal.

“Perfect.” Sticking your business card in each of their back pockets, giving them both a slap on the ass while you were back there, and then made your way back up the ladder.

When you got out of the elevator shaft your boss was waiting for you to give you the rest of the day off. She must have felt bad for you and you weren’t going to refuse a day off. You headed back to the train station with a skip in your step, but not without stopping by a small cafe where you got the richest highest calorie counting coffee and pastry on the menu. You sat at table still shoeless, sipping and eating. Suddenly your phone went off.

You got a text from John and Alex, asking if you’d be interested in getting some drinks later tonight and meet some of their ‘friends’. Looks like your Valentine’s Day was just getting started.

My Boo: Tom Holland x Black Reader

I swear every time I say I’m done writing about this boy, I get new ideas😒So this idea literally came into my head based off the song ‘My Boo’ by Alicia Keys and Usher. Reader and Tom were childhood friends but part ways and then they both grow up to become famous. Will Reader’s new boyfriend get in the way of true love? 

Here’s the song, incase you want to listen to it for reference: My Boo- Usher, Alicia Keys

Word Length: 3k…


Age:5

You were heartbroken that your family had to move to London, you still didn’t understand why but you remember your mom telling you that daddy had to work. “Come on Y/N! Let’s go meet our neighbors, I heard they have a son who is around your age.”

You took your mom’s hand and walked behind her as she led you to the house. Your squeezed your mom’s hand as she knocked on the door. “Hello!”

After being welcomed to come in you still stood behind your mom, “This is Y/N, she’s a little shy.” Your mom laughed. “She’s so beautiful, I have a son-Thomas!” She called. You watched as the young boy stomped in the living room, “Mum I was practicing-” He stopped and looked at you. “Tom, this is Y/N. She’s going to be our new neighbor.”

“Hello Y/N, I’m Tom.” He smiled and stuck out his hand. 

After that day you two played for hours, “Y/N!” Your mom called. “Yes?”, “It’s time to go honey.”

“Awe man.” You pouted, “See you later Tom.” You waved and he gave you a hug. “You’re gonna be my new best friend, okay?”

You smiled and nodded, “Okay.” You waved and ran to your mom

Age: 8

You were the only girl hanging out with Tom, Haz and a few other friends. “I don’t even know why you keep bringing her.” One of the guys said to Tom. “She’s my best friend.”

“Well you need to pick a new friend. She’s too girly and she cries a lot.”

“Hey!” You yelled folding your arms. Tom stopped and pulled you to the side, “Maybe you should sit this one out Y/N.”

“But I wanna go to the dance competition too!” You argued. Tom sighed, “Fine.” He grabbed your hand, “She’s coming I don’t care what you guys say, she’s my best friend.” He looked at you and smiled. The guys groaned and reluctantly let you go. 

Age: 12

You were finishing up your homework when you heard a quick set of knocks on your door. “Mom, someone’s at the door.” You yelled. She opened it and a frantic Tom came running in. “I got it.”

“Got what?” you asked. “I got the part in Billy Elliot!” He yelled jumping up and down. You screamed and hugged him, “That’s amazing!” 

He got you and your family tickets to see him an you were over the moon with excitement. 

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader Smut) Pt. 2

[Pt 1] | [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, toys, oral, etc.

Words: 5,148

Summary: You never planned on seeing him again, but here you are, having just been dragged half way across the city by a black haired male named Yoongi after you’d said Namjoon’s name aloud in the middle of a cafe. Oh great.

A/N: Soooo….part 2??!?! Yeah I never expected to write one, but here it is. Anyway! I have another A/N at the end so I’ll end this one here. Comments/Reblogs/Favs always appreciated!


“God! It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other!” your friend says, pulling you into a tight hug the minute you step into the café.

Laughing, you agree and she leads you back to the table where she’d been sitting before you’d arrived.

It’s a late Friday afternoon, and you’d just finished your classes for the week, heading right here to meet her since you both have fairly busy schedules, and therefore very little free time to get together.

“So,” she says happily, clapping her hands together with an expectant glint in her eyes as your waiter walks away, having just taken your orders. “What the hell happened when we were supposed to meet up two weeks ago?! I tried calling you over and over but you never picked up!”

You smile sheepishly, wringing your hands together in your lap as the image of a blond haired man in a pinstripe suit flashes into your mind.

“I…um…I was preoccupied with something,” you say smoothly, and it’s not a lie. You’d been preoccupied with getting your brains fucked out, and had then been preoccupied with stumbling home in the middle of the night, only a pair of jeans and a two-button suit jacket to keep you safe from the elements.

When you’d finally made it back to your apartment your neighbor had spotted you and run outside to tell you that some boy had found your backpack and phone sitting along the path on the north end of campus (on the path you usually took home) and had given them to the police. Apparently if you hadn’t gotten home that night, and if no one had heard from you by morning, the police would’ve issued a missing person’s report and started an investigation.

Thankfully, you’d made it home. After all, the last thing you needed after Namjoon had told you to keep quiet about the whole encounter was an entire police force jumping down your throat for information.

“Preoccupied, huh?” your friend speaks up, devious grin spread across her face. She drums her fingers along the tabletop patiently. “So, what’s his name?”

“What?” you sputter, blush spreading across your cheeks. “No, that’s not—”

“Oh, c’mon!” she says, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “I saw you a few days after you ditched me when we walked past each other on campus and your face was glowing—and a glow like that only happens when you get some good dick, so what’s his name?!”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, grateful when your waiter interrupts with the quiet exclamation that he has your drinks. As he sets the glasses on the table you take a second to debate telling your friend anything—because you know for a fact that Namjoon isn’t your typical everyday business man. But…he had only said not to mention anything about what had happened that night, so… technically that doesn’t mean you can’t say his name.

“So?” your friend pushes again once the waiter is gone, and, against your best judgement, you give into her pestering.

“Namjoon,” you say. “His name was Namjoon.”

“Oooh!” your friend grins, wiggling in her seat. “That’s a nice name. But what do you mean ‘was’? Is he, like, dead or something…?”

“What? No!” you say immediately. “It’s just…I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again.”

“Awww, that’s a shame,” she pouts, lifting her coffee to blow at it. “After all, clearly the guy was doing something right—”

“Excuse me.”

Blinking, you both pause and look up to find a man standing beside your table. He’s a clean-cut looking guy, white button-up dress shirt and worn out suit coat covering his torso. His black hair hangs into his eyes, a bit too shaggy, and his converse lined feet don’t exactly match his business like attire, but he’s still very handsome overall.

“I was wondering if I could have a word with you,” he speaks, eyes shifting over to you. You meet his stare, goosebumps prickling at your skin immediately—because while his face is filled with politeness, his eyes are stone cold.

Something about him doesn’t feel right.

“Go on!” your friend surprisingly nudges you. She angles her head towards the man repeatedly, a sign of ‘go get ‘em’, but you’re still frozen to your chair. You don’t think you should go.

“It’ll just take a minute,” the man promises, taking your hand into his. His calloused fingers slide along your palm, slim digits enclosing around yours a little too tightly, and with one brief tug you’re on your feet. Your friend waves at you as the man drags you away, your purse and phone left behind.

It only takes a few seconds for him to lead you through the front door of the shop and out into the busy street. However, instead of saying anything he just tightens his grip on your hand to the point where it turns painful and continues pulling you along.

“Hey!” you yell, just as he takes a sharp turn into an alleyway, and suddenly you’re up against the brick wall.

“What the fuck did you just say in there?!” the man hisses at you, hands slamming down on either side of your head as he effectively cages you beneath him. Shocked, you look up to his face, heart sinking when you see the fury in his dark eyes.

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FLYING HIGH - JBB

{synopsis} 1940′s bucky takes reader dancing; the night goes on, some brownies get eaten, and someone feels like they’re flying.

{warnings} sO MUCH FLUFF, marijuana use/consumption, protective!bucky, 

{pairing} 1940′s!bucky x neutral!reader

{word count} 1237

thank you nonnie for the wonderful request! lot’s of love xx


AUTHOR’S NOTE - this is extremely exaggerated. eating a single pot brownie will most likely not cause you to hallucinate, or exhibit any other symptoms written into this one-shot. i just made it dramatic because drama makes everything more interesting. 


   Bucky had somehow convinced you to go dancing. It’s not that you were bad, you were just so shy. People (let alone dance halls) were not your thing, and as the sparkling-eyed boy dragged you towards the flashing lights, distant chatter, and the very pungent smell of alcohol, you were regretting your decision. You stopped hard in your tracks, a rather adorable frown etching it’s way onto your face as you stared at the now concerned James. He placed a loving hand on your shoulder, “What’s wrong, doll? Don’t tell me you’re playing chicken, now…”

   You bit your lip and whined, “I don’t know, Buck! You know crowds aren’t my area… why can’t we just go to the movie house? I hear they’re playing a wonderful film about a girl with skin as white as snow who falls into the hands of a band of dwarves-”

   “Hey!” -Bucky shook your shoulders- “It’ll be alright, sugar. You have me to hang on to. We’ll stay for an hour, then go to the movie house. Alright?” -he grabbed your hand and continued your journey to the hall- “C’mon, Y/N, they’re playing your song.” And as you looked into his hopeful glowing eyes, the chilly September air seemed to melt away, the giggles and hollers of the people around you drained away, and a warm feeling settled in your stomach. Bucky would keep you safe. This was going to be fun.


   Ten minutes. It had been ten whole minutes and you hadn’t even considered going home. You were, well… you were having fun. The band played the most wonderful songs, each having a beat of it’s own, and you couldn’t help but sway your hips along with the rhythm. Bucky had led you through the more complicated dances (he was really good), and the warm feeling only grew as your saw the smiles on the faces of the people around you. The atmosphere in the hall was friendly, inviting, charismatic. Everyone knew what they were doing. After your fourth dance together, you suggested a break was well earned. So, while you took a seat in a bar stool, Bucky rushed off to the men’s restroom. You saw some giggling fellas rush after him, so you assumed he would take a while catching up.

   You couldn’t stop the giddy smile taking over your face, warming up your thoughts. You were having fun. And you were about to have even more fun as a plate of brownies caught your eye. Your head turned left towards the restrooms, checking to see if Bucky was exiting. He was no where in sight, so you hopped out of your stool and quickly made your way over to the table which the brownies were on, eyeing them and the people around you cautiously before taking one lightly in your hand. You smelt it, normal. Bit a small chunk off, heavenly. No one seemed to care that you were indulging yourself, and you were thankful. Though you did notice a few kids sitting in the chairs surrounding the table looked a little whoozey. They’re just tired, you reassured yourself. Bite by bite, you devoured the brownie. The chocolaty goodness invaded your insides, making your brain fuzzy and your stomach a bit jumpy. You weren’t allergic to dairy, right?

   Suddenly a wave of throbbing pain took over your senses, blurring your vision and making you stumble back from the plate. Sensing something was wrong, you fought your way to the back entrance, past the bathrooms, and violently pushed the door open. The crisp air did little for the waves of heat coursing through your veins, nor the pounding headache splitting your skull. You vomited, silently and shamefully, onto the pavement beneath your feet. Your stomach heaved up the remains of your day’s meals, exhibiting them onto the ground in a rather colorful mix. Was it colorful, though? You couldn’t tell, everything looked so colorful.

   The overhead street lights blared painfully bright, and you gasped sharply as you shielded your eyes. Stumbling back, you landed roughly against the brick wall and knocked your head harshly, crying out in pain and falling pathetically to the cold ground below. The door opens suddenly, and a strangled cry of your name splits the quiet. You hiss at the noise, holding out a shaking hand and telling them to “shhhhh!”

   A panicked Bucky kneels in front of you, his hands caressing your droopy face and his obnoxiously loud voice ringing in your ears.  “Hey!” you start, your voice slurred, “Stop that noise mister, or I’m gonna have to call” -you puff up your chest and deepen your voice, your hand coming up to point dramatically at no where in particular- “Captain America!” your lazy giggles fill the air and Bucky looks rather horrified.

   “Oh god, doll, who did this to you!” Bucky’s voice shakes as he lifts you from your rather comfortable space on the floor. You pout and try to fall again, you liked that spot. But Bucky holds onto you tight, quickly shifting your position so that he was carrying your almost limp body bridle style. As you rambled and he worried, he began the short walk back to your neighborhood.

   “Gosh, Bucky! I was trying to”- you hiccup- “sleep! The plate did it, the plate… he’s the one who killed Washington!”

   Bucky shakes his head and glances at your worriedly, “Doll… god I’m so sorry, I should’ve never left you, we should’ve gone to the theater, we should’ve gone to the fucking theater.”

   You gasped in a mocking way, “James Buchanan Barnes! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!”

   Bucky chuckled and smiled lightly, “No, darling, I kiss you.”

   You smiled, giddy again, “Yeah, yeah ya’ do.”


   The next morning was absolute hell. Your head throbbed, your back ached, your feet were cold, and you looked like shit. You slowly craned your head to the other side of the bed and saw that Bucky was asleep as well, a small frown etches onto his near perfect features. You turned over (groaning lightly in the process) and brought your index finger up to trace his feature. His creamy skin, thick lashes, sinfully plum lips, and the soft curve of his jaw were all greatly appreciated by your tired eyes. When you had gotten to lightly running a hand through his hair, he woke, cerulean blue eyes bright and lively. But also worried.

   He caught your hand and brought it to his chest, scooting closer to your form. “Hey, babydoll. You ok?” he breathed.

   You nodded innocently, avoiding his eyes. “Hey,” he dropped your hand and raised your chin up to look at him, his fingers stroking your jaw lovingly, “it wasn’t your fault, baby. It was mine, I should’ve know not to leave you alone, I-”

   You stopped him, “James! It was neither of our faults, you shouldn’t have left me alone, yeah, but I shouldn’t have been so stupid as to eat a random brownie. Our faults cancelled each other’s out, alright? It’s over.” He smiled softly, nodding his head in understanding.

   “Now,” you began, a small smile gracing your features, “I need to sleep this off. Cuddle me?”

   He laughed happily, then engulfed your figure in his arms. And you both laid like that, in each other’s arms, you minds at ease, and the past behind you.

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You wish you could stop time and spend the rest of forever with Jaehyun.

Wrote this at 4 am listening to heaven by troye sivan on repeat, so I guess if you wanna listen to that while you read, you can. This was supposed to be 500 words and became like. 1000+ instead so. hopefully the lil anonnie who asked for it likes it. Enjoy ^^

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Run In The Rain

part two of the ‘Thunder’ series

Summary: You are part of the Avengers and have recently gone through a breakup with Bucky. In attempts to cheer you up, Natasha suggests a night out, which doesn’t turn out exactly how you expected.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Past Bucky x Reader

Warnings: reader has the ability to control the weather [atmokinesis], language, slight angst, fluff

        A/N: I’m completely blown away about the response this has gotten, you guys are amazing! xx

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“-I’m actually FBI,” he stated, taking the badge from his inside pocket and showing it to you.

Your gaze trailed from the badge to his face, your brows furrowing. “You think I can’t tell a fake badge when I see one, Agent Smith?” The alarm bells suddenly started to ring in your mind, why was he pretending to be a federal agent? 

In one swift move, you had him pinned to the wall, your hands held in the top of his jacket, a grunt leaving him as he hit the bricks with force before a flash of lightening and thunder erupted from the clouds.

“Who the hell are you?” 


The man’s eyes widened, a pleading look across his face, “hey, relax. I’m not here to do anything to you or your friend, alright? That’s my brother in there, we’re here on a case. We’re hunters.”

You raised your eyebrow at him, letting go of the hold on his jacket, you knew he wouldn’t try and run. “Hunters of what exactly?” you demanded.

He let out a sigh as he straightened out his suit, his eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability in them. He hesitated before he replied, “we hunt monsters. Vampires, ghosts, demons, any other supernatural son of a bitch that kills people.”

“Monsters?” you blinked, trying to process what he was telling you. “How do monsters even exist? That’s crazy.”

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jdjsjjdis  asked:

Can you make a prompt with number 15 about thhe reader being pregnant with jughead bby

Title: A Rather Inadvertent Twist
Words: 904
Pairing: Jughead X Reader
Summary: Don’t be a silly, wrap your willy!
A/N: The word ‘nook’ is, for some reason, incredibly fun to say. Nook. Nook. It’s a nook. :)

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Peter?

Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)


I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.

“Spider-Man?”

Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”


It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.


I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

trail. | jungkook

admin: (a long lost) pika(chu)
member: jungkook / jeon jungkook x fem!reader
genre: fluff / barely any angst; (suggested) boy next door!au
word count: 872
prompt: “i’m serious, my eyes surely say ‘i like you’.” + summer vibes!

Originally posted by nnochu


There’s a quiet lulling to the world dipped in blue he found himself padding along in, cream colored sandals following closely behind another pair along the normally white boardwalk, now dyed a soft baby blue by the dulled evening. The ocean is but a faint strip of navy painted above the sandy shoreline, and teasing currents of humid air brush against his loose t-shirt, as if teasingly tugging at it and pulling him a little more forward, a little nearer to the girl in front of him.

He tries his best to fight them, shaking the clumps of chocolate brown hair that intrude his view and cling onto his face aside with a furrow of his brows and keeping his pace steady, following each space between the perfectly fitted boards. There’s something in him, however, that feels a little different - maybe it’s because the noisy chirping of those crickets he tried to imitate earlier made her laugh a little and shake her head at his nonsense. He wants her to turn back around again, to give him that tiny quirk of her pretty lips and let him see how her eyes glow in the dim atmosphere like the fireflies that were beginning to awake, one by one.

It’s that dumb feeling again, the one where he can’t seem to stop looking at her back like a lovesick puppy because he’s too afraid to do so when her eyes meet his. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you could write a Drabble/ficlit where TFW is at a hunter reunion or something and a guy keeps hitting on Cas and he's getting all flustered and it makes dean jealous and realize how much Cas actually means to him *cough-destiel* Maybe have a little bit of background shipper!sam if possible, sorry to bug you and thanks so much!

Here there anon, here have a quick (un-beta’ed) (PG rated) ficlet.

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Jody had invited them to a hunter gathering in Iowa, enticing them with the promise that Alex and Claire as well as Mary would be there as well. They all readily agreed to go – Dean and Sam because they hadn’t seen Mary since Asa Fox’s wake, and Castiel because he wanted to catch up with Claire. Dean wouldn’t admit it, but he was also looking forward to seeing the little brat again.

So here they were, in a bar that had been rented out for the occasion. There were about fifty people there, which, for hunting standards, was a big deal. If any of their more powerful enemies were to find out they were all gathered there…

The dark thought fled Dean’s mind when a beaming Jody came up to them.

“Dean, Sam, Castiel, so glad you could make it,” she said, embracing them each in turn.

“Hey Jody, glad to be here,” Sam replied. Dean grunted in response, but his smile belied his fondness for her. Castiel was looking around, his eyes flickering from face to face.

“I bet I know who you’re looking for.” Jody smiled knowingly. “Claire’s over there,” she said, pointing at the corner of the room where the young woman was sitting in one of the booths next to Alex, chatting animatedly.

“Thank you. It is good to see you again, Jody.” After a nod and a small smile at Jody, Cas walked off to join Claire. Dean wanted to go with him, but he figured the guy needed some time with his kind-of-but-not-really adopted daughter. It was complicated.

“So!” Jody exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Let me introduce you to some friends of mine who I believe you haven’t met yet.” She stepped in between them, linking her arms though theirs, and proceeded to drag them to the nearest group of hunters.

A few hours later Dean was chatting with a hunter named Dave, who was telling him about the time he’d killed not one, but two lamia’s (apparently the whole “they only show up in Greece” thing really was bullshit) and barely lived to tell the tale. Dean privately thought the guy was a bit full of himself, but he had to admit that he was a little bit impressed. He remembered how difficult they were to kill.

“I was in that hospital for two weeks, going stir crazy….” Dave was saying as Dean’s attention wandered, his eyes seeking out Castiel. He found him, talking to…Was that Max Banes, the witch-slash-hunter they’d met at Asa Fox’s wake? He was smiling at Cas, standing so close to him it made Dean grimace.

“…and I just knew I was lucky to be alive. Oh, hey Sam!” The sound of his brother’s name snapped Dean’s attention back to Dave, who was waving at someone behind Dean.

“Hey Dave,” Sam said, coming to stand next to Dean. “How’s it going? I heard about those lamia’s. Well done dude.” He lifted his beer in a salute, looking perfectly sincere. Dean could see that he wasn’t, but only because he knew Sam so well.

Dave grinned, looking very pleased with himself. “Thanks Sam, I was just lucky though. I was just telling Dean here how close I was to being a goner.”

He opened his mouth to say more, but was interrupted by a group of rowdy, drunk hunters, who yelled out his name and grabbed him, asking him to regale them with the tale of how he survived the lamia attack. Only too happy to be the center of attention once more, Dave complied without another word to Dean or Sam.

“Looks like I didn’t actually need to come rescue you,” Sam remarked, watching the group walk away.

“Thanks anyway Sammy,” Dean said, turning to his brother. “I needed a break from the guy’s humblebragging.”

“So,” Sam said, changing the subject. His teasing grin instantly put Dean on edge. “I noticed you saw Cas talking to Max Banes. Or, well, not talking, really. Flirting’s more like.”

“What?!” Dean’s head whipped around, refocusing his gaze on Cas and Max, who were in fact still talking and standing way too close together.

“Oh yeah,” Sam continued, seemingly oblivious to Dean’s distress. “Did I not mention that Max was gay? He’s very forward, too, though I doubt Cas knows he’s being flirted with, because he’s Cas.” Sam shrugged.

“He…okay, well…good for him,” Dean stammered. There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t give his frustration with the situation away (which would lead to awkward questions he did not want to answer). He was sure he wasn’t fooling Sam, though. But he could damn well try.

“Yea, I thought so. I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s not gonna go anywhere, but hey maybe they can have some fun together. I’m not judging.” He sounded so blasé about the whole thing Dean wanted to punch him.

“Yeah…fun…Uh hey I see that Cas doesn’t have anything to drink. I’m gonna bring him a beer. You want one, too?” Please say no.

“Nah I’m good, still got half of mine left,” Sam replied, tapping his beer bottle.

Dean moved to the bar, signalling the bartender for two beers. After paying for them, he went to join Cas and Max, catching the tail end of their conversation.

“…You should come to our store sometimes, we have a lot of books and blessed objects you might be interested in,” Max was saying, his eyes fixed on Castiel’s. “I know it’s a bit out of your way, but don’t worry about finding a place to stay. You can stay with us. We don’t have a couch, so you’ll have to stay in my room. I hope that’s-”

“Actually, angels don’t sleep,” Dean interrupted them smugly. “So he wouldn’t have to stay anywhere.” He pushed the beer in Cas’s hands. “Ain’t that right, Cas?”

“Yes that is correct,” Cas responded, taking the beer from Dean with a small frown. “Although lately, with my grace much diminished, I have found myself tired after expending a lot of it. I have on occasion needed a short rest to recuperate.” He looked ashamed, as if admitting that he wasn’t all-powerful pained him.

Dean couldn’t help but reach out to him in comfort, placing his hand on the angel’s back. “Come on Cas, everyone has to recharge their batteries sometimes. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He glanced at Max, who was watching them both looking thoughtful.

“Still don’t mean you gotta stay in this guy’s room, though,” Dean couldn’t help but add.

“Aw,” Max said, the playful grin back on his face, “I never said we had to sleep.”

“Oh.” Castiel flushed, as if only now realising that yes, Max had been flirting with him all this time. Dean gritted his teeth, irritated and even insulted that Max would dare voice such a blatant come on to Cas when Dean was right here, dammit.

Without consciously thinking through the implications of what he was about to say and do, Dean dropped his hand from Cas’s back to his waist, squeezing the angel and closing the gap between their sides.

“Really? What were you planning on doing then?” He said casually. “And it’d better be something along the lines of ‘playing board games’, dude.” His grip on Cas’s waist tightened.

Max’s eyes flickered between Cas and Dean, his cocky grin slipping from his face.

“Dean.”

That single syllable, one that he’d heard so many times coming from Cas’s lips, immediately dropped the enormity of what he’d just done on him like a pile of bricks.

Holy shit.

Afraid of what he’d see, Dean slowly turned his head to look at Cas, his arm dropping from Cas’s waist to hang uselessly at his side.

The warm, wondrous smile on Cas’s face took his breath away.

“Cas…” Dean didn’t know what to say. This moment felt too important to ruin it with anything else but the truth, and he wasn’t sure he could give Cas that, here, in public surrounded by hunters.

“Hey, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to flirt with your boyfriend man,” Max’s voice cut through Dean’s increasingly panicked thoughts. “That’s not really my style. Sorry to you both. I’ll leave you to it.”

With an apologetic look, he walked away, heading towards his sister who was all the way on the other side of the bar.

“We’re not…” Dean called after him, voice way too silent to carry over the noise of the crowd. He couldn’t even bring himself to finish the sentence, even though it would’ve been the truth.

Because he didn’t want it to be true.

He turned back to Cas, who was still looking so happy. “I am still unaccustomed to ‘being hit on’,” Cas said, and there were the familiar verbal finger quotes, “or I would have stopped him sooner.”

“You would?” Dean nervously took a swig from his beer. “Why? I mean, he’s not my type but I’ve seen the looks he gets. Dude’s popular.”

“Don’t be stupid, Dean,” Cas admonished him and, in the next moment, took his hand and laced their fingers together. Dean almost dropped his beer.

“What kind of person would flirt with another man in front of his boyfriend?”

Dean was speechless, his mouth slightly open. He looked down at their clasped hands, before slowly looking back up to meet Cas’s eyes, which sparkled in amusement.

“As I said, I don’t know all that much about human courtship rituals, but I believe this is the moment you’re supposed to kiss me.” Cas was teasing him now, obviously greatly amused by his speechlessness.

“Damn angels,” Dean managed to grumble before pulling Cas in for a searing kiss.

He could hear whooping and cheering around him, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was kissing Cas so hard he saw stars. That’ll teach him.

The loudest cheer, however, came from Sam at the back of the crowd, followed by a “Finally!”

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Stupid Leaves (Peter Parker Imagine)

Request: “for the prompt thing #14 and #38 for Spidey, if you’re not bored of him. please?” - anon

Prompts: #14 “You remind me of someone” & #38 “On a school night?”

A/N: I wrote this imagine in the present tense lol let me know if you guys like it better in the past or present tense! Let me know if you guys want to read Peter Parker/Spidey’s point of view of this story!

Warning: Mentions of stalking/harassing, mild language (one little b word)

Summary: You go out to Central Park on a Sunday night to get some supplies for tomorrow’s lab project. You didn’t expect to bump into Your Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man.

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Title: Not all Heroes wear Capes (fem! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader finally has time alone with their boyfriend after a long ballet class; only to have the Avengers pop up to crash their party.

Word Count: 1525

A/N: THE FIRST IMAGINE OF 2017, YAY! It’s so weird to be writing 2017 now, woah. Also, I made this icon and I AM IN LOVE. Is it weird that I want to be the ballerina girlfriend BECAUSE…. Okay, this was so fun to write, btw. It took a little longer than I had hoped because I wanted to make sure it was ‘perfect’. I hope you enjoy! :)

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A/N: So, after much consideration, I’ve decided to repost this story. I originally posted it back in January, and delete it soon after, but I recently discovered it in my BTS folder, read it over, and decided that I still really enjoy the idea–SO–here we are!! xD

Introducing, my superpower college AU–which will basically be crack, humor and drama. There will be no certain pairings (as of this point) and will most likely contain hints of OT7 (random pairings) x Reader.

Anyway! I’ve talked too much, I think, so let’s just get down to the good part :p And please note–I’m literally just writing this for fun. If you decided to stick along, I hope you enough, though <3


Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 1,537


The world you know is quite an odd one. A person either lives normally or abnormally—you’re pretty sure there’s no in between. Not when super powers are involved, at least. Not when the boy that lives five doors down from you can run to class in a minute flat while you have to take a 15 minute trek across campus. Not when your professor graduated from Harvard in a year thanks to their ability to know every piece of information in the world without blinking.

They live abnormally—with an advantage.

And then…there’s you. You, who is part of the 2/3rds of the population that is born into a fairly-safe, powerless life.  You, who is forced to live life normally and within its set guidelines.

It’s really not as bad as one would think. Not having powers means not having enemies. Not having powers means not being discriminated against—you’re the majority, after all. Not having powers…well, actually, that’s about it. There are only subtle differences in the lifestyles of the “gifted” and “non-gifted”, and therefore you don’t find it very hard to live your life knowing your genetic make-up is uniform and nothing special.

You are nothing special.

Wow…what a shitty way to put it.

You laugh, lips quickly zipping shut soon after when the girl sitting a few seats away from you sends you a nasty look. Your lecture hall is packed, utterly quiet save the echoing sounds of pencil against paper and the occasional snore.

You can’t blame whoever it is for falling asleep honestly, because you’ve been day dreaming for the last half an hour anyway.

When the lecture finally ends another twenty minutes later, you leisurely pack your notebook into your bag and make for the door. A warm summer breeze greets you as you step out of the building, the sun staring you straight in the face as it slowly makes it’s descent towards the horizon. It’s already nearing dinner time, and while the other students around you split and make for the dining halls, you turn the opposite direct and head for home—or, rather, work.

Your life follows a schedule that goes uninterrupted for the most part: sleep, school, work. Throw in some food breaks in between and you’re good to go. It’s nothing exciting, but you find it fulfilling nonetheless, and that means it’s enough.

The door to your workplace chimes as you step through the entrance. Behind the counter your female manager greets you and you wave politely in reply, hurrying into the back of the café to grab your apron and work shirt from your locker.

You’ve been working at this café since you started college a year ago. Your managers—Ryeowook and Nana—are nice and pay you well (hallelujah!), plus the job is fairly easy, so everything works out well for you.

Your shift is until 9, and you work diligently the entire time, serving all of the after-hours businessmen and other college students that stop in for some chow and coffee. Everything goes smoothly, just like it always does. At 9, you clock out, wave goodbye to Nana with a smile, and start down the dark streets.

Not many people are out on a Tuesday night—even if it is summer. Midterms are approaching and this end of town isn’t known for partying anyway. That’s why you like it—not that you’re a party pooper! You slide into the occasional frat party, of course, but…it’s just not your style. This side of town is quiet and safe and—

Help me!”

…apparently not that safe.

You’re in motion before your brain can catch up with your feet, your backpack bouncing heavily against your back as you bound up the block towards the sound of the cry. It was a woman yelling and you’re sure that it’s just some petty crime going on—a purse snatcher or something of the sort. That you can handle. It’s not too hard to kick a guy in the balls and run to safety, after all.

You got this.

Turning the corner, you hear more strangled cries and slow down, a chill creeping up your spine. Something…something doesn’t sound right.

However, you still don’t stop, creeping slowly along the front of a shop as the sounds get closer and closer. An ally nears you, and you peek your head around the corner, searching for the source of the cries. A little ways up the dark alley you spot a woman flat against the wall, a man standing a foot from her.

He’s not touching her, but she’s still letting out a strangled cry, the veins in her neck bulging as she throws her head back in pain. The woman’s mouth opens but no sounds come out, and you know that something terrible is going on here—something that is beyond your ability to stop—but your brain once again fails to communicate with your feet, and you step out into the open.

You only make it a few hurried steps forward before suddenly there’s a swift snapping sound—the woman’s eyes rolling back into her skull, her body promptly dropping to the ground. Her limbs sprawl out awkwardly against the pavement, bent at angles that you know humans can’t make, and you freeze.

She’s just been murdered—right in front of you. And now—

The man a few feet up the alley twists his head to look at you, eyes glowing blood red and piercing through the silence that stretches between you.

And now…some dude looking like he bought color contacts to cosplay Sasuke Uchiha is standing there looking ready to just about murder you too.

Christ.

Sneakers scraping against the asphalt, you take a tentative step backwards. His eyes narrow immediately, and before you can even begin to think of screaming and running away a force overtakes you.

Your limbs become stiff, pain shooting through your body as you struggle for air. You can feel your body shaking, trying to fight against the power he has over you, but you know you won’t prevail. You don’t have any powers—nothing is going to get you out of this.

You’re as good as dead.

Lungs screaming, body thrumming excruciatingly as all your muscles constrict, you finally manage to throw your head back and let loose a tortured yell. Your nervous system is starting to freak out, running into overdrive and ready to pull the plug at any moment. And then…everything stops.

There’s a sharp crack followed by boom—the sound of bricks crumbling to the ground.

You drop to the floor, your knees and palms digging into the gravel as you barely manage to save yourself from a face-full of cement. Your lungs are screaming in demand, your breaths quick and shallow as you brace yourself on your forearms, trying to get your head back on straight.

Your body is still aching from the man’s powers, but you’re alive. That’s the important part.

“Hey, you ok?”

Blinking in shock, you look up to find a male looking to be around your age knelt in front of you. He’s got styled black hair and dark eyes, his head cocked to the side innocently as he stares at you.

“I…what?” you question, pushing yourself so your seated on your knees. You look past him, eyes widening in shock when you see the man who had been hurting you earlier lying at the foot of a crater which had been knocked into the buildings wall.

Heyyyy~,” a hand waves in front of your face, and you turn back to the boy yet again. He frowns.

“Are you ok, or what?”

“That motherfucker just used the goddamn force on me!” you yell instead, pointing a finger accusingly at the unmoving red-eyed male, and the boy blinks in shock. Then…he laughs.

“Oh man!” he cackles, gripping his gut as he falls onto one knee, his giggles echoing down the now-quiet alleyway. You watch him absolutely loose his shit, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and wonder because…wait, did…did this kid just punch your assailant into the wall? And cause the wall to dent under the impact?!

Finally, once the boy gets his breath back, he stands to his full height and smiles at you, offering a hand. You take it mindlessly, too distracted by his cute, bunny-like smile, and when he tugs you up you fly into him with shocking force.

“Oops,” he says somewhat sheepishly as you disconnect you face from his rock-solid chest. You send him a warning look, but don’t fully separate yourself from him, his hand still gripping yours tightly.

“…who are you?”

“Me?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “I’m Jungkook. What about you?”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N,” he repeats, testing your name on his tongue as his lips stretch into a grin. “Nice to meet you. I—”

Suddenly there’s the sound of a trash can being knocked over behind you and you both turn just in time to see your attacker scramble out the other end of the alleyway, disappearing from sight. Jungkook sighs.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, and, like I was saying,” he turns back and smiles again. “Looks like we’ll be seeing each other around from now on.”

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A Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster Mini-series

Summary: You meet a clumsy guy on the streets of Seoul, and it just so happens that he’s one of the nation’s most well-known idols….and he’s interested in you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 (Final) Epilogue

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Chapter 1

‘No! Come on! We’ll just fly down to Jeju for the day tomorrow and then we’ll fly back in the evening! We’ll have enough time, Izzy! I promise!!’ you insist, pulling frustratedly on your friend’s arm as you navigate the busy streets of Seoul, trying to remember from the brief glance of the google maps you’d taken earlier, where you were meant to turn off next to get to the subway station. 

'But Y/N, you know how crazy concerts get here! If we’re going to get a good spot, we’re going to need to get to the venue early! We just wont have enough time!’ She protests, but you’d finally had enough of her negative attitude, stopping dead in the middle of the path and turning to face her. 

'Look, we’re not going to get anything done with that pessimistic attitude of yours. So, will you just trust me to make sure we get to the concert- a.k.a the number one reason why we’re on holiday here in the first place?’ you ask, widening your eyes in question, but before she can issue an answer, you get jolted against the building next to you, slamming harshly against the wall and grumbling when the brick bites at your arm, leaving faint white scratches against your skin. 

'Hey, watch where you’re-' 

'Joesonghamnida! Joesonghamnida!’ a deep voice quickly says, the apologetic tone making you turn to face the person and your retort gets caught in your throat as you stare at the boy, his candyfloss coloured hair and his wide eyes catching you off guard and stunning you into silence. 

'Oh, I mean- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-’ You frown at him in confusion as he quickly switches to English upon seeing the confusion on your face and your obnoxiously obvious foreign features. 

Your mind is so caught up in trying to work out how he’d immediately switched to near perfect english, that you dont realise him looking at you in concern, his hand reaching out unsurely to brush your arm that had taken the brunt of your fall, his touch startling you. 

'Are you…are you okay?’ he stutters, dipping his head to try and catch your eye and you nod quickly, shaking yourself out of your moment of stasis. 

'Yeah, uh, yeah, i’m fine. Kamsamnida.’ you stutter, tripping over the foreign word as all of the fast-track korean lessons you’d had over the past year, flee your mind. At least your poor pronunciation made him smile, you think as you watch him unsurely, feeling a smile pull at your own lips as you wait for him to respond, half expecting him to just walk off and being surprised when he doesn’t. 

'You’re welcome. But, are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve hurt your arm.’ he says, his english becoming more accented the longer he speaks and you cant help but grin at this fact, looking down at your scratched and slightly red arm, before looking back up at him, seeing the smile etched on your face being mirrored on his own, although his eyebrows are pulled together slightly as he reaches out to hold your arm, gently running his fingertips over your skin and making you shiver at the feeling. 

'I’m fine, really! Gwenchana!’ you reply, making him chuckle and you quickly hide your arm by rolling down the sleeve of your t-shirt. 

'Well okay… I still feel bad about hurting you though…maybe I could make it up to you?’ he asks, looking slightly nervous as he says the words, glancing subtly at Izzy who was stood next to you, smirking to herself as the two of you spoke. 

'Ugh, sure! What were you thinking?’ you ask, biting your lip out of nervousness and seeing him blush, clearing his throat slightly as his eyes flicker to catch the movement. 

'Um, Keopi- I mean, Coffee?’ he asks, crossing his arms as he waits anxiously for your answer, but out of excitement, he’s not waiting long. 

'That would be great!’ you say, blushing when you realise how quickly you’d answered and how loud your voice was, looking nervously around, before realising something.

'How will I-' 

'Can I have your number?’ he asks, cutting you off, and you smile shyly as you nod, taking his phone from him when he offers it to you and trying not to smirk at his background of Jay-Z as you type in your number. 

'Here.’ you say as you hand back his phone, not missing the way he smiles at the screen, before saving the number and tucking his phone back into his pocket. 

'Great! Well, I guess i’ll catch up with you later? Sorry, I’m really late for something, which is why I crashed into you just now.’ he explains, grinning at you. 

'Sure, I’ll see you later.’ you murmur shyly, grinning back at him, and your knees almost buckle when he bites his lip and raises his eyebrows excitedly- albeit slightly suggestively, before bowing to you and Izzy, and walking off. 

'Well…’ Izzy says as you watch him walk away, blushing when he glances back at you and smirks before turning the corner at the end of the street. 

’…looks like you’re getting laid tonight.’ she laughs, dragging you away, and you shout at her as you reluctantly follow, trying to calm your racing heart as the two of you carry on walking, your outlook on the day suddenly being a lot brighter than when you stepped out of the door that morning…

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Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2467

Warnings: Mild Violence


The cold breeze peppered your skin with goosebumps as you continued to walk down the poorly lit street. You wished you had worn more clothes as your short-shorts, crop top and thin jacket failed to insulate you from the biting cold. The wind blew your hair into your face, obstructing your vision, and your eyes teared up from the dry air. You wondered if you would make it home sooner so you could curl up under the sheets of your warm bed with a cup of hot chocolate, so you picked up the pace.

Agitation welled up inside your chest, you sensed a presence behind you. You bit your lip and turned your head slightly to glance behind you, but there was nothing but leaves flying through the air. You stopped walking and turned fully to look back towards the small road, the dim lights casting eerie shadows against the brick walls of the buildings.

The sound of a glass bottle rolling across the pavement brought your attention back to the alley in front. Whipping your head back around you watched the bottle roll out from the shadows and onto the road. You swallowed in fear, your breathing deepened and your hands tightened into clammy fists. Step by step, you moved towards the darkness. The blood was rushing through your head and your vision blurred, partly from the dry air and partly from your wispy hair. 

You were encased in shadows when you reached the back street and you looked to your side to face it. There perched on a dumpster was a small tabby cat, playing with the rubbish left on its lid. You breathed out a sigh or relief and turned to face the road ahead again, but not before a hand clasped over your mouth and an arm encircled your waist.

You tried to scream but the sounds were muffled by the strangers large hands. You tried to kick yourself free as your attacker dragged you further into the alley. Your elbow soon found his stomach and your attacker cried in pain, loosening his grip on you. You tore yourself away and turned to look around, seeing a large middle-aged man bent over holding his abdomen. He looked up at you with hateful eyes and straightened up. A scream managed to escape your lungs and you warned him not to come closer. Your heart was beating fast and your breathing rapidly increased. Your hands were held out in defence. Panic completely washed over you as your heels hit the brick behind you. 

The man lunged at you, raising a hand before striking you across the face with a piercing slap. Your body toppled over at contact and you fell onto the pavement, your hand caressing your throbbing red cheek. Tears streamed down your face and you choked on your screams. Large hands gripped your ankles and you heard the man hiss “I’ll need to teach you a lesson.” An evil grin spread across his face as he dragged you back into the alley. “Please no!” you cried.

“HEY!” A voice made the man look up from you to a hooded figure charging towards him, hands clenched and raised. A heavy thud sounded as the figure’s fist collided with your attackers jaw, causing a loud cry from the man. Fury was written across the man’s face as his thick hands backhanded the hooded figure. You watched as your saviour punched the other man in his stomach, causing him to buckle over. The figure’s hands pushed his head down while simultaneously bringing a knee up to the other’s face. A crack sounded from the contact. The large man stumbled backwards, his breathing deep and rapid. His hands found their way around your saviours neck and you helplessly watched as he tried to free himself. Your fingers curled around an object resting on the pavement and you immediately threw it at the large man. The glass bottle you threw struck the side of his head, distracting him from strangling your saviour. The figure landed one final punch on the man’s face before turning to you and grabbing your hands.

You were pulled up from the ground and then quickly dragged away from the scene by the figure, whose hood had fallen down from running in the wind. You noticed through your tears short blonde hair that had been styled up.

After what seemed like ages you stopped running, your exhausted lungs couldn’t continue after so much screaming and crying and running. You collapsed onto the gutter trying to catch your breath. The blonde boy walked back over to you and sat down next to you. “Are you alright?” you heard him ask, his voice was soft and deep but slightly breathless from running. 

You slowly gazed up at him and studied his sharp jawline, his plump lips and his rich brown eyes which were laced with concern. He looked young, around your age. You nodded as a reply to his question but immediately regretted it as your vision clouded and your head spun. The handsome stranger spoke again. “What are you doing out this late?” You took a while to reply as you collected your thoughts. “I was just walking home from a friends party but…” your voiced hitched in your throat as you recalled the recent horrible memories. A sympathetic look spread over his face as he watched tears roll down your reddened cheeks. 

After some time, he stood up and reached a hand out to you. You took it and he pulled you up to stand. “You can stay at my place tonight, it’s just down that street,” he said. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion and took a step back. He seemed to understand your doubts and he reached out to squeeze your hand in reassurance before stating “I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just don’t want you to get into trouble.” You searched his eyes and saw that he was genuinely worried about you. You considered his offer before replying with a simple “Ok.” With that, you closely followed the handsome stranger down a dark street.

Eventually, you stopped in front of a small concrete building. The walls were cracked and the yellowed paint flaked off the sides. The stranger opened a door revealing a set of stairs leading up to the first floor. He allowed you to enter first. You stopped at a metal door and you watched him unlock it and step through the doorway. The interior was nothing like the menacing exterior. Behind the heavy metal door was a small, cosy apartment. It was just one room with a single bed in a corner placed below a window, a toilet and sink in another and a large comfy couch stood in the middle facing a TV. 

The door closed behind you and a bolt secured it in place as well as the turn of a key. “You can sleep on the bed,” breathed the stranger and he made his way over to the bathroom area. You took off your black Nike’s and rested them by his own shoes. Straightening up you saw he had taken a seat on the couch with a wet tissue held to his mouth. When he removed it from his face you saw the blood stain and a heavy amount of guilt built up inside your chest. He had gotten hurt because of you and let you sleep in his home. You hadn’t thanked him yet and you didn’t even know his name.

You walked over to the couch and sat down on the cushions next to him. You looked up at him with guilty eyes and whispered: “I’m sorry.” 

He smirked, “For what?”

“That you got hurt defending me. I am really thankful that you saved me from that man but…” Your breathing hitched as you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. The handsome stranger placed an arm around you and pulled you closer, hugging you. “It’s alright I’m fine.” You pulled away from his embrace to look at him again. A red gash was cut into the skin of his lip and bruises were forming on his neck where he had been strangled. Your fingers reached out to touch the wounds and a tear fell from your eye. “I don’t even know your name” you whispered to him. “Sehun,” he replied. You smiled. “Thank you Sehun. Thank you so much for everything.” He grinned and you admired how adorable he was when his eyes narrowed with his smile.

Your fingers were now caressing his soft cheek beside the wound on his mouth. His eyes bore into yours and he seemed to stiffen. It looked like he was hesitating as he swallowed and chewed his lips. You moved closer to him and fully placed your hand on his cheek. Sehun leant down and pressed his lips to yours and you felt his hands curl around your waist. The kiss was long and sweet and the guilt you felt lifted ever so slightly. You kissed him harder and your other hand found its way to the back of his neck. Sehun kissed you back equally harder and pulled you closer to him.

The kiss eventually got more heated and you could feel desire replacing the guilt that you felt. Breaking away from the kiss you got up and straddled his lap, your knees holding you up as you attached your lips back to his. Sehun’s hands slid up your body, one around you supporting you up and the other found the zip of your jacket and pulled down, revealing your tight black crop top and exposed stomach. Sehun tossed your jacket to a corner of the room and placed his hands on your bare waist as he continued to kiss you. It was clear now what the both of you wanted.

You sat down on his lap and rolled your hips slightly, grinding against his hardening member. Sehun responded by sliding his hands beneath your top and pulling it off your head. Your own hands grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled, taking his shirt with it. You stared at his flawless white skin and his perfectly toned chest. You bit your lip at the sight of his abs as you ran your hands down his torso. He smirked at you and blush crept up into your cheeks. Sehun pulled you back closer to him and into another heated kiss. Your body was pressed against his and you could feel the warmth radiating from him. You rolled your hips harder, releasing a small moan from him. Your hand reached down to undo his jeans’ button and zipper. Sehun pushed you off him and you stood up onto the floor. He reached out and pulled down your shorts and panties, leaving you in only your bra. He stared hungrily at your body and you knelt down in front of him.

You pulled his jeans and boxers down and he kicked them off the rest of his legs. You positioned yourself between his thighs and took his large cock into your hands. You gave him a sultry look while biting your lip and a fire seemed to ignite in his eyes as he looked down at you with want. You broke away from his gaze and pumped his member a few times before delicately licking the tip. A grunt escaped Sehun’s lips and he grabbed your hair with his fist, pushing you down. Obediently, you took his entire length into your mouth and sucked. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly. You moved your head back up and down and built up a steady rhythm. Anything that didn’t fit in your mouth you stroked with your hands. Sehun began releasing small groans as he watched you bob your head up and down, his hand gripping your hair tighter. His responses to your actions was turning you on more and more and you moaned, sending vibrations up his shaft. His moaning deepened and you sucked harder. Your bottom teeth gently brushed against a throbbing vein and that was enough for him to go over the edge. His orgasm came with a loud moan as he released into your mouth. You swallowed the substance and released his cock from your lips with a pop.

You stood up while biting your lip, satisfied at what you had done. Sehun pulled you back down onto his lap and brought your legs to the side of his thighs. He passionately kissed you while unclasping your bra and tossing is aside. His kisses moved down to your neck and his hands kneaded your breasts. You ground your core against his cock and moaned as it pushed against your clit. One of Sehun’s hands left your chest and wrapped around his hard member and he rubbed his tip against your core, elicting more mewls from you. Sehun dipped his head into your dripping wetness and circled your sensitive clit and you moaned his name.

Sehun grabbed your waist and lifted you off his lap. He positioned his large member beneath your entrance and you sank down onto him. You gasped as he entered you, already filling you. He pushed your hips down slowly and you moaned as he slid more of himself into you inch by inch. Your walls were already clenching around him as you tried to adjust to his size. You gripped his shoulders for support before you started to move, your knees driving you up and down. The pleasure quickly spread across your body making you quiver and you indulged in the feeling. Sehun started thrusting upwards to match your rhythm. He grunted with each thrust and you continued to moan his name. You felt something build up inside you and you voiced “I’m so close”. Sehun removed a hand from your waist and circled your clit with his thumb. A few thrusts more had you screaming in pleasure and your body quivered in Sehun’s embrace. Your walls clenching sent him over the edge and he released inside of you. You both basked in the euphoria, breathing heavily and holding each other close.

Sehun slid out of you and you slumped onto the couch. He got off the cushions and carried you bridal style to his bed. He gently placed you on his soft mattress and climbed in as well, pulling a blanket over you both. He spooned you from behind, draped an arm across your chest and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you Sehun,” you said again, turning around to face him. “For everything.” He smiled at you and you snuggled yourself against his chest and fell asleep.


A/N: I know this is really cliche but hey nothing is original anymore. Also, I did not proof read this. I apologise if it’s really bad.

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Mark and jaemin scenarios when you re out on a late night date but noticed that a Dispatch paparazzi is following you :3 sorry if it sounds weird i just love the way you write ! ♡ keep up the great work ♡

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Mark 

You spotted his familiar silhouette leaning by the grey brick wall with his hands casually in his pocket. He had a black cap, loose black hoodie and a casual pair of sweats on. Despite the dark sky enveloping the city, his radiant face still shone under his cap.

“Mark!”

You whispered quietly and bounced to his side.

He glanced up at the sound of your voice and flashed you a goofy grin.

His eyes lit up as he pulled on your right cheek affectionately.

Since the two of you were out in public, as much as you wanted to pull him into a tight hug and take in his scent, you behaved yourself and kept physical contact to a minimum.

That is, unless he initiated it.

Although the two of you were in an alley in Dongdaemun, the late night shopping district, you still kept your voice down.

You pointed to his mouth area.

“You didn’t wear a mask? What if they find out about us?”

He smiled and patted his pocket twice.

“I brought one with me but why would I ask you to come out on a date if you can’t even see my face?”

He held one of your hands lightly and swung it back and forth.

You bit your lip lightly from smiling too wide and flicked his forehead.

“You know, when I first met you I had no clue you would be this cheesy…”

He winced and rubbed his forehead before flashing you a grin again and led you out onto the brightly lit streets of Dongdaemun.

It was about 1:00 AM at night already but lights and music were still loudly present in the district. Luckily not that many people were out on a Tuesday night though, just a few couples and groups of friends every here and there.

Mark and you didn’t hold hands but kept a close distance to one another.

When you wanted to go into a certain store you would glance at him expectantly with wide eyes and he would smile and nod, following you into the store.

Although the two of you hardly spoke, exchanging glances and being able to see each other was a luxury in itself.

Currently you were browsing in a small jewelry shop with glass windows. The shop owner was going through her day’s sales at the back of the shop when you noticed Mark pause and glance outside before moving to the back of the store and fishing out his black mask from his pocket. He proceeded to put it on before glancing at you with his sharp eyes.

You covertly looked outside and saw two figures in all black. They would have blended right in to the fence behind them if it wasn’t for the DSLR with the gigantic camera lens they were carrying.

Mark had only debuted a couple months ago but was quite popular due to his talent and young age. Unlike his trainee days, it was difficult for him to go around the city freely.

You gave him a nod and realized that this was probably the end of your date already although it had only been 20 minutes since you met up with him.

He glanced at you apologetically before adjusting the black cap on his head and exiting the small shop without turning back.

Although you continued to browse the shop with a slight smile on your face, your mood was far from happy. However, you knew that this was to be expected and instead you should be excited that Mark’s dream finally came true.

Less than a minute after, you heard the familiar jingle of your LINE notification and looked to see that “heart emoji” had sent you a message. You didn’t even dare to write his name down, afraid that somehow his fans would be able to find out about the two of you.

“I’m really sorry…I promise I’ll make it up to you.“

You read his message twice before sending him an “ok emoji”. You didn’t want to put pressure on him.

After a couple more minutes passed, you decided you would head back home since it was late for a girl to be out on her own.

But just as you stepped outside the store, you saw his familiar figure dressed in black run towards you. You locked eyes with his bright ones as he held your hand and started to run down the street.

You were surprised at his boldness but remained silent as you ran, a wide smile evident on your face. You felt the breeze lift the hem of your skirt up slightly and thanked yourself for choosing your white runners instead of heels.

Soon he pulled you into a dimly lit shop that sold casual clothing. The shop owner seemed to be absent in the mean time as Mark walked quickly until he reached the last changeroom at the end of the store and turned in, swiftly pulling the curtain behind the two of you. The changeroom was quite small and you and Mark stood close together, facing one another. He had his left arm wrapped loosely around your waist as his right hand rested on the curtain; pulling it to the side and peeking out every now and then to make sure that he wasn’t being followed.

Only after five minutes did he finally relax and lean his head against the back of the change room.

“Looks like we’re safe.”

He muttered from underneath his mask as you laughed quietly.

“For now.”

He nodded in agreement, “For now”.

You leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.

“Why’d you come back for me? It’s so risky…”

His eyes locked with yours. Although he had a tired expression on, you saw the corner of his eyes lift up slightly and knew he was smiling as he whispered back to you in his low voice.

“It didn’t feel right leaving you behind…”

You smiled shyly at him, your dimples more evident than usual due to the spotlight that shone on the two of you in the dimly lit change room.

You knew how much Mark’s dream meant to him. Although he was now a rapper and frequently wore ‘cool hip hop clothing’, deep down he was an intelligent good boy who liked to play things safe. For him to run back to you despite the dangers of getting caught showed how valuable you were to him.

You glanced up at him and realized that he had grew a lot taller than the last time you saw him. His bone structure was also a lot more chiselled than it was before. He had matured a lot and you realized that you too should become braver and bolder.

Contrary to your usual shy behaviour, you tip-toed and placed your index finger on the top edge of his mask, pulling it down slightly as you closed your eyes and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

Although the two of you have been together for over a year, it wasn’t common to initiate skinship with one another. Of course you’ve kissed before, but it’s never really been anything more than a peck.

He’s always been a gentleman and you a bit too shy.

When you pulled back you saw his shocked expression as his cheeks turned a bright red.

The thought of you being stuck in a dark changeroom with him while being the first to initiate a deep kiss had never run through your head before.

Even though you already put the mask back on Mark you saw how nervous he was when you heard him gulp loudly.

You curled a strand of your long dark brown hair behind your ear and a nervous giggle escaped your lips as you and Mark exchanged shy glances.

Before either of you spoke you heard the shop door open and a rough voice call for the shop owner.

You put your finger to your lips to signal Mark to be quiet and he nodded obediently.

There was some shuffling and movement before you heard a deep voice question the shop owner.

“Did you see this guy come into this shop? He was wearing all black I believe and had a mask on his face.”

You held your breath.

“No, I don’t think so.”

You heard the owner of the deep voice click his tongue before grunting and heading back out of the shop.

You turned back to Mark who closed his eyes and sighed in relief.

You giggled and reached up to pat his head…what an adventure the two of you had at this late hour.

You leaned in to whisper to his ear before stepping out of the changeroom.

“We’ll stop here for tonight…thanks for coming back for me!”

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Jaemin

You were watching re-runs of your favourite drama on TV sprawled out on your bed when you heard the familiar “ding” sound come from your phone, a new message had come in.

You reached for your phone, eyes still fully focused on your TV screen, tearing your gaze away only when your phone was in front of you.

However, when you saw the message was from Jaemin, you sat up right away and excitedly held your phone with two hands.

“I’m playing b-ball at the court nearby right now…I know it’s pretty late but if you’re free, you want to meet up?”

You glanced at the clock on your wall and saw it was nearing midnight but decided to jump out of bed anyway, quickly texting a short reply while running to your wardrobe.

You were already in a v-neck and light grey hoodie paired with some black shorts. You re-did your ponytail, albeit a bit messy, you thought it was cute with your rather sporty outfit. You swiftly pulled open the top drawer pulling out the single lip tint that sat on the right.

You were never really into beauty or makeup but the day Jaemin and you got together a month ago, you bought a pink lip tint, not a bright pink, but a natural rosy tone just to enhance your own lip colour.

You dabbed it on quickly and smiled at your reflection in the mirror. 

While you grabbed the remote off the bed to turn off your TV, you saw that there was a chance of rain tonight and grabbed the small white umbrella that hung by your bedroom door.

You turned off your bedroom light and snuck into the hallway quietly. While slowly making your way down the stairs, you made sure your footsteps were soft and no sounds were heard.

When you finally made it to the door you swiftly opened and closed it, making sure you locked the door behind you.

Your parents were a bit strict and would ask too many questions about you going out this late at night. Also, they didn’t know you were seeing someone. If they really did know, they would request to meet him, ask how he’s like, what he’s going to do and most probably scare Jaemin off.

As you skipped down the sidewalk, you could hear your traditional parents’ saying, “Girls are not supposed to be too eager”, but you couldn’t help but feel all giddy knowing Jaemin was just around the corner.

It was rare of you to be able to see Jaemin. Even though you got together a month ago, this is the first time you’ve seen him in weeks. The two of you texted often but he mentioned that he didn’t live in the neighbourhood and often had dance practice after school. You and Jaemin met a couple months back when you were shooting baskets on your own. He was walking back and forth and looked like he wanted to play so you invited him over to the court. His bright and friendly smile is still clear in your mind today. After that day you would head to the basketball court more often, hoping to bump into him. Only a few weeks later did you see him again. This time you made sure to ask for his phone number and the two of you had been keeping in touch since.

You weren’t the type of girl who liked playing hard to get. If Jaemin called you, you would pick up on the first ring. Today he asked to meet you, you were out the door in less than ten minutes.

Maybe because you were new to this relationship thing but you wanted to present your feelings as they are.

Despite the neighbourhood being quiet at this late hour, you saw some fast food chains and convenience stores still opened. You enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere and turned the corner to hear the familiar dribbling of a basketball.

You spotted Jaemin on the court with four other guys his age. You didn’t think you saw them before but according to Jaemin, they were all in the same dance club.

You stood by the side for a while, taking in his handsome appearance. His dark hair and eyebrows complimented his complexion. Although he was only in a white tee, black shorts and a pair of black runners, he looked great.

You saw him swiftly dribble to the left and shoot a three pointer before the others could block him.

You cheered for him as he smiled widely and waved to you excitedly, signalling for you to join them on court.

You clutched the umbrella you were holding a bit tighter as he introduced you to Jeno, Jisung, Donghyuck and Mark.

They all seemed friendly but what you found odd was that Donghyuck and Mark had masks covering their mouth and nose area.

“Are the two of you okay? How come you have masks on?”

You saw a slight smile on Jeno’s face as Jisung tried hard not to burst out laughing.

Jaemin looked a bit nervous as he bit his lip.

The friend named Donghyuck spoke up.

“We’re a bit sick but still wanted to play basketball so we’re wearing our masks.”

You nodded understandingly pointing to your throat.

“Oh yeah, I can hear it in your voice, a bit nasally. Your nose must be a bit clogged up right?”

The boys started to laugh uncontrollably as Donghyuck glared in their direction.

You didn’t get what was going on but gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Hope you feel better.”

He nodded but took a couple steps away from you.

You didn’t think he liked you too much.

Jisung clapped his hands together excitedly.

“We have six people now so can we play three-on-three?”

Jaemin glanced at you.

“Do you want to play?”

You saw the others stare at you expectantly, a bit overwhelmed by their gazes.

“S-Sure.”

Jeno and Jisung cheered as they high fived one another.

Jaemin smiled shyly at you before putting his arm around your shoulder casually.

“We’re on one team, who wants to join?”

Jeno and Jisung quickly linked arms and bounced over to Mark.

Donghyuck grumbled realizing he was the last one left.

“Aww man, I don’t want to be stuck with the two lovebirds.”

A pink tint appeared on your cheeks as you turned to Jaemin.

“Ehh Donghyuck consider yourself lucky. She’s really good at basketball. We’ll beat them for sure.”

Donghyuck scoffed but walked over to Jaemin’s side anyway.

The game had been going on for twenty minutes so far.

Your team was leading and you never saw Donghyuck so excited, unlike the him a couple minutes ago, he was cheering and high-fiving you and Jaemin repeatedly.

Whenever Jaemin scored he would head over and run his hands through his hair before pointing at you.

The other boys grumbled at his cheesiness and you would hear the other team complain about how Mark was supposed to be good at basketball but sucked today.

You smiled brightly under the evening sky, you were happy that you could see Jaemin and his friends seemed to like you too.

The game proceeded and Mark had the ball, determined to shoot. However, before he could, he held the basketball and called the others in a loud voice.

“GUYS.”

The others seemed to know what he meant and gathered around him quickly.

The atmosphere became tense as they all started speaking together.

“Okay we’ll run off in pairs just make sure to be careful and don’t get caught on camera. They’re probably just making rounds though, I see their car but they haven’t stopped by us yet. But be careful, this is Dispatch we’re talking about.”

Mark lead the conversation as Jisung took a deep breath.

“Dispatch? Why would they be here? Are you sure?”

Donghyuck knocked his head lightly.

“Cause of Mark and I obviously. We debuted you know.”

Debuted? Dispatch? You were really confused but didn’t have time to ask questions.

Mark glanced at Jaemin.

“You have to be especially careful. Make sure you don’t get caught. ”

Jaemin looked serious as he gave Mark a firm nod.

Suddenly rain started pouring down.

“Just great, we’ll meet up at the dorm! Let’s go.”

Mark and Donghyuck ran off after waving to you as Jeno said a quick “Nice meeting you!” before running off with Jisung.

You turned to Jaemin, confusion plastered all over your face. He had his eyebrows furrowed but pulled your hood over your head and was about to run before you shouted, “Umbrella!”

He quickly ran over to the side of the court to grab it before running back to you and grabbing your hand, running towards the direction of your house.

The rain was blurring your vision as you ran with Jaemin hand in hand. You didn’t know why you were running though and stopped in your tracks.

The rain drenched the two of you but you didn’t care. You wanted answers. You were honest with him so what was he hiding from you?

“What are we doing?! Why are we running?!”

“I promise I’ll let you know why, we have to-”

“Jaemin!”

He wiped the rain off his face before holding onto both your shoulders firmly.

“Just trust me.”

He gazed at you earnestly and although you wanted answers, you gave in and nodded.

He smiled at you but before he could reach for your hand he stared at the blue van with tinted black windows that drove down the road slowly.

“Damn it.”

He whispered under his breath. 

He opened the white umbrella in his hand and opened it before pulling you close to him. 

“Just act natural.”

He whispered to you as the two of you walked down the sidewalk at a steady pace.

He tilted the umbrella up by the corners slowly, glancing at the car that drove in your direction.

When it passed by you, he faced forward and put the umbrella down. 

Only after it turned down another road did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He glanced down at you wiping the water droplets off your cheeks before speaking softly.

“Where’s your house?”

The walk home was silent but as soon as you reached your porch you turned to him with your arms crossed.

“So?”

Jaemin knew exactly what you were asking.

He sighed and told you the entire story about how he got scouted while volunteering and how he was a trainee who would be in a boy group soon. The dance practice he was talking about was training and the other friends you met tonight were a part of that too. Mark and Donghyuck apparently debuted already so they had to cover up. Oh, and Donghyuck wasn’t sick, his original voice is a tad bit nasally. 

He took a deep breath after he was done. 

“That’s the story.”

You were shocked but you weren’t too surprised at the reveal. They all were truly handsome and you really haven’t kept up with idols much. 

You smiled at him.

“That’s something to celebrate about…why didn’t you tell me?”

He glanced at you with wide eyes.

“Well I was going to tell you but just didn’t have the chance yet… are you mad?”

You shook your head.

“Just don’t hide things from me again.”

Jaemin nodded brightly and reached over to hold your hand.

“I won’t.”

Even though it was nearing 2:00 AM now and the rain had stopped, the two of you stood on your porch, not wanting to leave. You didn’t know when the next time you would see Jaemin face to face would be. But you were glad you at least knew the reason why.

Chasing after idols were never really your thing but now that Jaemin was debuting you would be sure to keep an eye out for them. However you did know about EXO, they were your best friend’s favourite group. 

“It’s getting late, you should start heading back.”

Jaemin pouted but knew you were right.

“Okay…”

He swung your hand back and forth reluctantly.

“Oh but Jaemin before you go can you do me a favour?”

He excitedly nodded his head up and down, happy to be with you for another minute or so.

“Could you get me a signed poster of Sehun and Kai from EXO? My friends would love it.”

He glared at you and playfully swung the hand he was holding away.

“You mean signed posters for you?”

He crossed his arms childishly as you laughed.

“No, for my friends seriously!”

He faced you again.

“If EXO and I were both performing at a concert who would you cheer for?”

You answered without a second thought.

“You obviously!”

He stuck out his tongue. 

“I don’t believe you. Next you’ll be asking me to meet my sunbaes.”

You giggled and shook your head.

“Alright if you say so. Good night!”

You turned around and started to unlock the door to your house when you felt his arms wrap behind your back as he planted a quick kiss on your right cheek before letting go and running off.

“I’ll bring those posters to you next time but don’t let me see it hanging in your room! You’re mine!”

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[Fic][Request] Fell for You in a Snap

Thank you for the prompt! I’m sorry this took so long (like months, lmfao). It didn’t turn out as YouTube-y as I would’ve liked, but this one gave me so much trouble, creatively. (Hence the additional prompt)

Edit: You can read this now on AO3!

Title: Fell for You in a Snap
Prompts: see above; plus this one from @otpprompts
Genre: Snapchat/YouTube AU, Fluff
Word Count: 3523
Warning: drinking, swearing
Summary: Jimin wonders if their attraction was only good for 24 hours.

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Fluffy Mabill Christmas!

*Yay Christmas! One of my favorite holidays (for those who don’t know). So here’s a special story I’ve been planning for a long time. Enjoy!*

“Shooting Star what are you doing?” Bill asked as he watched his girlfriend string lights on the roof of the Mystery Shack.

“Getting ready for Christmas of course!” Mabel smiled. She stepped to her left and slipped a bit before regaining her footing. “I’m good!”

Bill flinched as Mabel slipped. “Please be careful Shooting Star.” He said following her on the ground.

“Careful is my middle name! Mabel Careful Pin-ahh!” Mabel screamed as she slipped off the roof.

Bill used his magic to catch her in mid air and slowly lower her down into his arms. “I told you to be careful.” He said.

“Yeah yeah. My hero and all that stuff.” Mabel giggled and kissed his cheek. She jumped out of his arms and into the snow below. Mabel fell on her back and laughed as she made a snow angel.

Bill rolled his eyes and smiled at her. “You really are a 5 year old in a 19 year olds body aren’t you?” He asked leaning over her.

“Oh come on. Join me!” Mabel said reaching up and grabbing Bills arm, pulling him down into the snow.

Bill shivered in his puffy yellow jacket. “Shooting Star it’s freezing!” He said. Mabel smiled and crawled over to him, sitting in his lap and cuddling him.

“Don’t worry about the cold. Just look at the lights.” Mabel whispered staring at the roof she covered in holiday lights. It was the afternoon, but already the sun was starting to set.

Bill smiled and wrapped his arms around Mabel’s waist. He rested his head on her shoulder. “They look lovely. You did a fabulous job my Shooting Star.”

Mabel giggled and held his arms so they stayed around her as they stood up. “Come on. It’s Christmas Eve. We still have plenty to do before Santa comes.” She said.

“I don’t understand what’s so entertaining about a fat man that invades your property and eats your food just to give you boxes.” Bill said. He held her hand as they walked inside.

“Oh hush. You’re taking the fun out of Santa Claus.” Mabel pouted as Bill hung up their coats, gloves, and hats. “Besides, you can’t fret over Santa now. It’s time for cookie baking!”

“Mabel, please try not to burn the house down.” Dipper called from the living room table.

“Yeah. That was not fun last year.” Pacifica said. She was helping Dipper make paper snowflakes to put up around the house.

Mabel rolled her eyes. “So I burnt one batch of cookies and possibly needed the fire departments help putting it out. That’s in the past!” She said as she skipped into the kitchen. “Come on Bill! I need your help!" 

Bill smiled and followed her into the kitchen. The couple spent the next few hours baking different kinds of cookies.

"Bill stop eating the sugar cookies. We’re not gonna have any left!” Mabel said to him.

“Oh. Sorry.” The blonde said through a mouth full of cookies.

Mabel giggled and glanced over at Dipper and Pacifica. What she saw made her fangirl. “Bill look!” She whispered.

Dipper smiled at Pacifica and handed her a small box. “Merry Christmas Paz.” He said.

Pacifica opened the box and gasped. “Oh Dipper they’re beautiful!” She said. Inside the box was a pair of red and green, bell shaped and diamond covered earrings. “How did you afford this?” Paz asked putting them on.

“That doesn’t matter.” Dipper said. He leaned across the table to kiss Pacifica to which she kissed back.

“Ack! Pine Tree! Watch the PDA!” Bill said covering his eyes.

“Bill! I said be quiet.” Mabel scolded. She turned to her now blushing brother. “Sorry Dip. You two can continue.” She said pushing Bill out of the room.

“So what now Shooting Star?” Bill asked.

“Now it’s time for the most important part of Christmas. Putting the star on the tree!” Mabel smiled. She grabbed her demons hand and pulled him into the living room.

Mabel rummaged around an old Christmas box until she found what she was looking for. “Here it is!” She pulled out a bedazzled metal star with a D and M on it. “Me and Dippin Dots made it when we were 6. It’s my favorite decoration.” She said. Mabel looked at Bill. “Lift me up so I can put it on!”

Bill smiled and grabbed her waist. He lifted her up and watched as she put the star on the tree. “There. It’s perfect.” She smiled as Bill put her down.

“It’s beautiful Shooting Star.” Bill said and kissed her cheek. “Just like you.”

Mabel blushed. “Such a charmer.” She giggled and looked at the clock. “Oh! Bill there’s some things I need to finish upstairs. I’ll be back down soon ok?” Mabel explained. She kissed his cheek and ran up the stairs. “Yell if you need me!”

Bill chuckled as he watched the brunette skip up the stairs.

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“And finished!” Mabel said as she lifted up another sweater from her lap. “All 6 sweaters finished.” She said wiping her forehead.

Mabel gathered the sweaters in her arms and skipped down the stairs. Her first stop, her Grunkles. She gave Stan a green sweater with a picture of his fez on it and Ford got a red sweater with a UFO.

Next was Dipper and Paz. Pacifica was given a pink sweater with a blue heart and Dipper a blue sweater and pink heart. “Matching sweaters for my OTP.” Mabel said skipping away.

“Now where is that demon?” Mabel mumbled to herself.

“Looking for someone?” Bill said hanging from the ceiling. Mabel screamed and then laughed. “Sorry to scare you my Star.” Bill chuckled and jumped to the ground to face her.

“It’s ok. Here!” Mabel said throwing the sweater at him. “Merry Christmas!”

Bill looked at his sweater and smiled. It was a yellow sweater with a brick pattern on it and a black triangle in the middle. Bill didn’t hesitate to put it on and wrap his arms around Mabel. “It’s amazing my Star. It’s the best thing anyone’s ever given to me.”

Mabel blushed and smiled. “I’m glad you like it Bill.” She said hugging him.

“Oh, hey now that you’re here, I need your help.” Bill said.

“Oh? With what?”

“It’s over here.” Bill said. He walked with her to the doorway.

“I don’t see what’s wrong here.” Mabel said looking around.

“Look up my Shooting Star.”

Mabel did as she was told and blushed at what she saw. Above the couple was a mistletoe.

Bill smirked at Mabel. “I do believe we must follow the rules on this one.” He said.

Mabel giggled and played along. “Fine. If we have to.” She said. Mabel cupped Bills face in her hands and leaned forward to kiss him. That is, until Gompers got in the way. The goat began to chew Bills pant leg.

“Hey!” Bill said pulling back from Mabel and shaking the goat off of him. “Quit it you stupid goat!” He said. With one last shake, Gompers flew off Bill and into the living room.

“Bill!” Mabel said.

“What? He’s fine! Look, he’s happily eating the tree.”

“Wait what?!” Bill noticed Mabel’s worried face. “We worked so hard on that!”

“Don’t worry! I’ve got it!” Bill said trying to calm her down. He ran over to the goat and began to pull him off the tree. “Let go! Let go! Let go!”

Bill pulled with all his might and finally got Gompers to let go. But with that, came the tree, crashing down on top of the demon.

“Bill!” Mabel yelled and ran over to him. She pushed away some branches and helped him stand up. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine. You?” Bill asked. Though Mabel wasn’t paying attention to him.

She wasn’t paying attention to the broken ornaments or smashed presents. Not even the pine needles that now litters the floor.

No, she was looking at the remains of a metal star.

Mabel covered her mouth and felt tears begin to build up in her eyes as she walked over to it. She bent down and, with a shaking hand, picked up the bedazzled metal in an attempt to put it back together.

“Mabel! Are you ok?” Dipper asked rushing into the room. “I heard a big crash and-oh no.” He said when he caught sight of the broken star.

Mabel sniffed and let tears roll down her cheeks as Dipper placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Shooting Star I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Bill said approaching the crying girl. “I was just trying to-”

“Stop Bill.” Mabel said, not daring to make eye contact with him. “Just stop.”

“But my Star I can fix it!”

“No Bill! Don’t you think you’ve done enough?!” Mabel yelled at him surprising the demon and her brother. “You’ve ruined Christmas! Just leave!” She said before turning to Dipper and crying into his chest, hugging the broken metal.

Dipper looked up at Bill and sighed. “Come on Mabs. Let’s see if we can glue it back together.” Dipper said walking with her to the kitchen.

Bill bowed his head and walked out of the shack, not bothering to put on his coat. He walked out to the old totem pole and leaned against it. There had to be a way to fix this.

Bills head shot up and he smiled as an idea popped into his head.

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“Bill what are you doing?” Dipper asked annoyingly as he shivered in the light jacket he threw on before heading outside. He had woken up to the sound of footsteps on the roof at three in the morning and ran outside to see what supernatural being it was.

Turns out it was a humanized Dorito in a famous red and white Christmas suit. Complete with a Santa hat.

“I’m not Bill! I’m Santa Claus!” The demon yelled from the rooftop.

“You’re gonna kill yourself.” Dipper said crossing his arms.

“Shut it Pine Tree!”

Dipper groaned. “Mabel!” He yelled inside. “You’re boyfriends being stupid again!”

“Again? What’s that supposed to mean?” Bill asked.

Mabel ran outside at the sound of her name. She gasped as she looked at the roof. “Bill what do you think you’re doing? Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”

“Ah miss Mabel Pines!” Bill said walking across the roof. “Just the girl I wanted to see-ahh!” He yelled as he slipped off the roof into the thick layer of snow on the ground.

Mabel gasped. “Bill!” She said and ran to his aid.

“I tried to warn him.” Dipper said staying where he was.

Mabel helped Bill stand up and brought him inside the shack. Dipper followed and went to the kitchen to get a cookie before heading back to bed.

“Bill what the heck were you thinking?” Mabel asked as she sat him down in Stans recliner. She removed his coat and boots and put a warm blanket around him.

“I was…just…trying to make Christmas better for you.” He admitted. “I ruined it before by breaking the thing you loved most, so I tried to make it up to you. I guess it didn’t work.”

Mabel smiled at him. “Bill…I can’t believe you would do that for me.”

“Well of course. I’m not one to be all lovey dovey but I would do anything for you my Star.”

Mabel blushed and ran over to the doorway. She plucked the mistletoe off it and ran back over to Bill. She jumped into his lap and snuggled with him under the blanket. “Do you wanna finish where we left off?”

Bill smiled and put an arm around her, pulling the blanket closer to the both of them. “I would like that very much.” He whispered.

Mabel smiled and lifted the mistletoe above both their heads. She used her free hand to place on Bills cheeks and bring him close.

“Merry Christmas my Shooting Star.” Bill said. He then put a hand on the back of her head and smacked his lips against hers.

Mabel kissed back and soon let go of the Christmas plant to run her other hand through his blonde hair.

The two soon pulled away and cuddled with each other on the couch. “I love you Bill.” Mabel whispered before snuggling into his chest and falling asleep.

“I love you too.” Bill said holding her close as they slept there.

The sound of the calm, snowy wind outside helped the couple sleep through the night, as peaceful as the moon in the sky.

There’s that little bit of poetry at the end.

*So what did you guys think? I was on a major fluffy high as I was writing.

Anywho, Merry Christmas to you all!*

-CPJ

I Love You, Man (Part 9/?) (Avengers/MCU cast x reader)

Part 8

Ok, so I wrote this during work at like 3am.  It took a serious turn out of fatigue, most likely.  I’ll spin it back around to the fun story…once I figure out how…

“Um, Nat, I don’t think we have enough balloons…”

She looked around the lounge and smiled, easily sensing your sarcasm and choosing to ignore it, proud of herself in her decorative prowess.  “I think that if you didn’t want to help, you don’t get a say in it.”

“I do like the red that you’ve added here and there, like a baby Cap.  But I give it thirty minutes before the guys start sucking all this helium.”

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