Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it. Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff Word Count: 3,021
Anon said: Can you do a got7 or bts scenario of them dirty talking to their girlfriend?
- I am so sorry if this is so fucking bad. But ANYWAY I hope you enjoy ^^
His hand would go teasingly up and down your thigh, you would start to breathe heavy a bit.
“Baby, I want you… On top of me so fucking bad” gets closer to your ear, you feel his warm breath against your neck. “I wanna grab you by your hips, to make you faster, make you scream and moan my name” kisses lightly your neck
As he was on his way home. FInally gets to see you after a while. Both of you knew what will go down soon as he walks through taht door. “I can’t wait to come home. Strip you naked, throw you on the bed and fuck you until you leave scratches on my back, and the sheets are soaking wet.” “Oh and btw my tongue can do a better job of teasing you than my words can ;)” “See you later baby”
Your whole family was home, having a gathering party. You walked upstairs to the bathroom, not knowing Taehyung followed you and he pushes you slightly, closing the door. Pushing you against the door. His hand slides down your skirt, and lifts it up touching you. “You better be fucking quiet, because your parents are near by babygirl.” Taking off your panties, he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants, boxers all together and lifts you off the ground. “You want it slowly or harder, huh babygirl?” he smirks “Be quiet or they will all hear you moan my name” kisses your neck as he pounds into you
He would start to kiss neck, collarbone, suck on your boobs, kiss down your body. You are already moaning, and he can feel your heat. He smirks and kisses your thighs. He’ll start eating your out, you hand reached down on his hair and you tugged on it, he loved making you feel good. He slides two fingers inside of you and continues to eat you out. He moves away and looks up at you. “How bad you want it baby? Tell how bad?” he’ll tease
Warnings: NSFW!!! 6k+ words worth of filthy smut, student-teacher stuff (reader is of legal age)
Note: FINALLY! My entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 2nd writing challenge! So happy to be participating this time! Prompt is Coach Negan obviously. Writing’s kinda messy tbh, but I did my best. Enjooooy!
You failed PE the first time.
You dropped it the second time. And from then on, you avoided taking it during your next two years in college. Why would PE be a requirement in college, anyway? It’s not like it’d benefit you as a Literary major. Besides, was there even a known writer in history who credited PE as one of the major factors for their success? Nada. You hated PE, you despised it. It was totally unnecessary but now that you were moving on to your last year in college, you’re left with no other choice but to conquer it in order to graduate.
The regret from not passing it early on hit you the very moment you entered the gym. Since PE was only taken by freshmen students, you were sort of the oldest among your classmates. Had you not failed and dropped it during your first two semesters in college, you wouldn’t be dealing with such embarrassment now.
But then again you suck at being athletic so even if you didn’t drop out during your second semester PE, you’d still face the embarrassment of having zero skills in any kind of sport.
It also didn’t help that the only PE class available was volleyball and you just had to end up being in the class handled by the most notorious coach in the entire university– Coach Negan.
Okay, I have quickly become extremely obsessed with Riverdale, and mainly Jughead! I love the new twist on the character, and I absolutely love the way that Cole Sprouse portrays him, so I needed to write something for him.
You had just moved back to Riverdale after three years of being away. You were excited to see all your old friends again and to see what they were like now; especially your old best friend, Jughead Jones. You had both been pretty devastated when your mom told you that she had gotten a job that required you to move. You two had kept in touch for almost two years after that, but it faded to a couple text messages here and there, until the two of you just completely stopped. For the last two years you hadn’t seen or heard anything from your absolute best friend in the entire world.
Your mom had sent you to pick up your takeout at the local diner and your personal favourite place to eat; Pop’s. Jughead and you used to come here all the time, every friday night you would sit at the same table and just talk about life, that booth was your happy place. Walking in, Pop comes from behind the counter to greet you.
“(Y/N), I didn’t know that you were back in town, how are your parents?” He asks.
“They’re great, they actually sent me to pick up our food. You know that none of us can resist your burgers” you smile at him.
“Well, I will get that ready for you, it’ll take a minute so, make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you Pop”
You look around the room and notice that the place is completely empty except one person; you didn’t expect anything different at this time on a Friday night. The boy looked to be about your age with black hair covered by a beanie, he was typing away furiously on his laptop.
Damn, he is attractive!
He also happened to be sitting in your favourite booth. You decide to go talk to him, maybe you’ll have a friend before you start school in a couple days.
Standing next to the table, you greet him, “Hello, would you mind if I sat?”
“Why?” He asks, not looking up from his laptop.
“I don’t know, maybe so we can have a conversation? Doesn’t seem like you’ve got a line up of people wanting to talk to you.” I sassed.
“Fine, whatever” he agrees, not looking at you still.
“Thank you” I reply politely, sitting down across from him, “I’m starting to understand why people aren’t fighting to be your bestie.”
“I really don’t care if people like me, I’m fine on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you.
“Wow, you’re really hot, shame about the personality though” you snark
“Well, I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you” he tells you sarcastically.
“Whatever. What are you writing?” You ask, pointing to his laptop.
“A novel” he answers.
“What happened here this summer, the murder of Jason Blossom” he says flatly.
“Interestic topic” you try.
“Order for (L/N)” Pop says, bringing the bag of food to the table and placing it in front of you, “ It’s good to see you two back together again, and in your booth too. You know (Y/N), Jughead never sits at a different table, even in all the time that you were gone.”
Pop smiles at the two of you before making his way back behind the counter.
“(Y/N) (L/N), is it really you?” Beanie boy asks you, losing the grumpy attitude instantly, closing his laptop he just stares at you wide eyed.
He searched your face like he was trying to memorize it. he had a look of pure joy on his face and you assumed that you had the same look. You had missed him so much, and now he was right here in front of you again, you were overjoyed to have your best friend back.
“The one and only” you answer happily, “ you look different Jug.”
“So do you” he answers with a grin, “I didn’t even recognize you.”
“Did you really always sit here?” You question.
“Every Friday, six O'clock on the dot” He answers, “I guess I just hoped that one day you’d come back through those doors and everything would go back to the way it used to be; you and me against the world.”
“That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard Jug” you say, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks, “I guess your wish finally came true.”
“I guess it has” he smiles, “come on, let me walk you home, I haven’t seen your parents in ages.”
The two of you stand and he packs up his bag, before throwing the strap over his shoulder.
“They have definitely missed you” you beam, “but, not as much as I have.”
“Good to know (Y/N), cause I have missed you to” He says, pulling you in for a tight hug.
You stand there for a minute, just hugging, trying to make up for the years without eachother. His head rests on top of yours, while yours is laid on his chest.
“Damn, you got tall Jughead.” You laugh from your place in his arms.
“I like it, I’m the perfect height to rest my head on yours” you don’t have to see his face to know that he is smiling.
“You’re such a dork.” You laugh.
“I know, I got that from so many years of hanging out with you” He jokes as the two of you pull away from the hug. He grabs one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he grabs the bag of food with his other hand.
You pay for your food and exit through the front door of Pop’s into the chilly September weather, walking together down the sidewalk, hands clasped together tightly.
“Now, what’s this about me being hot?” Jughead teases you lovingly.
If I could be anything but an omega, I would be happy , I thought miserably, puking out the remnants of last night’s dinner, gripping the edge of the ceramic toilet before stumbling back up on unsteady legs. I stumbled a little, moving to the basin in the corner and staring at myself in the huge ornate mirror.
I looked like i’d been fucked by the entire football team.
Glaring at my own face, I turned on the faucet, cupping my palms to collect enough water and splashing it on my face. I never wore make-up ( i got enough unwanted attention without it ) , and the water slid down my smooth skin easily. I grabbed a bunch of paper towels and soaked up the rest of the moisture before dumping the rest in the trash.
It took me another few minutes to find the pills in my bag, dry swallowing the three huge tablets till my throat hurt . I stayed propped against the wall, waiting for the unwelcome fire in my belly to calm down. I felt uncomfortable, the slick still dripping out of me in an annoyingly distracting way.
It was the third time this year. Third time that the supplements hadn’t done their job right. I’d gone into heat despite the suppressants and I was just really really lucky that there had been no Alphas around.
i hung out with betas ( hang out being a very loose definition of me just breathing the same air as them ) and i also stayed the hell away from the Alphas in my school.
I pressed my palms into my flushed cheeks.
There was an explanation of course.
The doctor had warned me about it a long time back.
If you need to live surrounded by Alphas then you’re going to need stronger doses and your scholarship does not cover the cost of pills. You need to make a decision soon. There are plenty of omega Schools in Busal and Ilsan. Pick one and transfer out of Seulong High.
i bit my lips in consternation.
Seulong High was the best School in the country and I’d worked my ass off to get the scholarship. The best part about the school was that it didn’t have a ‘ No omegas Allowed’ clause like the rest of the schools in the country. It wasn’t because they supported omegas or something : it was just that there were just five Scholarship seats and it was fiercely competetitive. Omegas did not get into the program . they never did.
The school was reserved especially for Alphas and betas . Alpha m,en who belonged to super rich , powerul families. Chaebols, son’s of politicians , stuff like that. The girls were mostly taken , each one with an alpha or beta of her own. it was a precaution mostly, because Alphas could be unpredictable.
there were no omegas here.
Omegas were so incredibly rare that parents never actually considered letting them out into society. They were usually locked up at home, home schooled and mated off to an Alpha the moment they came of age.
And maybe i could have been that way if my parents were still alive. But they weren’t. The only family i had was my step brother and it helped that he was a top surgeon in one of the biggest Hospitals in the country. But he was an Alpha and we didn’t hang out as often as I would have liked.
Nonetheless , once every month I did check up with him .
I wanted to be a doctor. And that meant that I had to fight the system tooth and nail. So far , I’d done well. I was the top of my year.
Everyone knew that I was a recluse.
Boys stayed away ( after three or four broken noses, umpteen kicks to the crotch and a very memorable broken rib ) , girls hated me ( like i gave a damn) and most importantly : Everyone thought i was a beta.
I was one of the only three omegas on the Seulong High campus. And the other two were teachers ( who were the main reason i had manged to pass of as a beta the past year ) . They were both mated. This meant that they had no scent at all.
Now me , on the other hand….
The suppressants were the only thing keeping me from turning into some sort of Alpha Kryptonite. If they ever lost strength in front of an Alpha, I would likely lose everything I’d worked for.
I felt nauseous just thinking about it.
I could never actually leave Seulong High. I wouldn’t. And even if the suppressants were losing strength, I would just have to find a way to convince Seokjin oppa to get the stronger ones for me.
I couldn’t transfer out of this place. Just another year and i would become a medical student. I knew that. The dream was real, the endless nights of worry would soon be over. I would be free .
All i had to do was hold on.
“So, What’s the verdict?” I slipped my blouse back on, peering over the makshift partition and smiling brightly at my step brother.
Seokjin gave me a glare.
“I can’t believe you’re joking about this Min Jung . I told you to get off those pills and register in the program. You’re almost nineteen… How long are you going to go around unmated? Find an Alpha , get mated and go pursue your dreams or whatever…. Suppressants are dangerous and just look at your bloodwork! There’s an increase in every bloody toxin…!!! I want you to cut back on the dosage…”
“Seokjin…i can’t get mated now. I refuse to give an Alpha that kind of power over me! What if the creep decides he wants to stop me from becoming a doctor. i won’t even be able to say no!” I shuddered.
Seokjin’s gaze softened mariginally.
“Min, would i honestly let you marry a guy like that? i know so many Alphas myself…. You could meet a few of them.. date them for a while if you like… “ He said gently.
I rolled my eyes.
“And what if he imprints on me?” I glowered at Seokjin. “ Seriously you need to stop pimping me out to your friends! “
Seokjin glared back, affronted.
“I’m not.. Jesus you’re the single most exasperating creature on the planet! I’m trying to stop you from dying a premature death! You’re eighteen already. Your heats are going to get stronger. your scent is already tangible. I can actually smell you ! And if I can.. so can other Alphas…“ He snapped. “ Are you telling me you’d rather get raped in some alleyway by some horny Alpha then meet a decent and legit one through me?!!”
“the school nurse just thinks I need stronger suppressants.. you could just prescribe them for me…” i sulked.
“Like hell i will. I’m not an angel of death. Listen,. this is me being perfectly serious. There’s a Charity Ball for Autism on Friday. i’ll pick you up. Most of the Alphas there are young.. your age…. Quite a few of them aren’t even paired off with betas. I’ll introduce you to a few of them… They’ll love you… You can at least give it a chance.”
“And if they all turn out to be jerks…?” I challenged, grabbing my school bag.
“then I’ll prescribe the damn suppressants. But be warned.. i need legit reasons for you rejecting them…” He warned.
“Fine!” I growled, “ Fuck, why do you have to be so reasonable…it makes me want to tear my hair out.”
“Be safe, bunny. I love you. You know that right?”
“I love you too.. you big sap.” I muttered, bending down to kiss him on the lips.
Seokjin growled low.
“i told you to stop doing that….You’re not eight anymore…” He sighed.
I grinned and patted his crotch, making him yelp.
“Come on, we both know you only get it up for Jimin these days..” I winked.
Seokjin’s eyes went wide as saucers..
“How did you-?”
“Have a great day, Seokjinnie Hyung…” i faux-moaned.. “ Check your voicemail message you idiot. Jimin’s recorded himself moaning your name! I’m traumatized for life. And so is anyone else calling you!! ”
Seokjin let out a whimper and dived for his phone and i laughed as i walked out.
“I can’t believe your brother bought you this.” My roommate , Jieun whispered, fingers fluttering over the silky fabric of the gown with awed reverence.I rolled my eyes, concentrating on smoothing the lipstick across my plump lips, grimacing at the blood red tint it left behind. I hated dressing up.
But I had promised Seokjin . And he had gone out of his way to send me a dress, make-up, stiletto heels and even a Cartier Watch and jewelry.
Dear Bunny, Look good tonight or i’m signing you up for the program myself, Love Seokjin xoxox.
As far as threats went, it was pretty effective. I grabbed the curling iron on the dresser, carefully threading my sable brown locks around the heating elemnet, letting it curl my hair into bouncy curves that fell right over my chest. It was painstaking work but I manged to get it done by six.
Slipping into the dress was easier, because Jieun helped. Still, the bare shoulders made me flinch. I wasn’t particularly pale and the suppresants helped curb the natural ‘ omega glow’ that people fawned over. But my skin still looked ivory white against the dark maroon of the dress. I slipped on the necklace, a simple ruby pendant, watching the locked rest right in the center of my cleavage.
I stared at the finished result .
Kim Seokjin had taken full advantage of having an International Designer for a boyfriend and Park Jimin had out done himself .
Jieun let out a strangled moan next to me.
“Jesus fucking Christ , it should be illegal to look this good , Min Jung … What the hell! You look like a fucking dream…. !” She whispered.
I groaned a little.
I had no use for my beauty.
So far it had done nothing good for me : unwelcome advances, groping hands, catcalls and lewd remarks. Speculation if perhaps my good grades had less to do with my brains and more to do with my ability to deep throat the professors.
I wanted to peel off my clothes , chop off my hair and go sink into a bath , hopefully empty a bottle of wine and never see another Alpha again in my entire life.
And the evening hadn’t even started.
“Stop looking like you’re sucking on a lemon. And enough with the death glares ” Seokjin gritted out as I stared down yet another Alpha who was making his way over with a very dopey look on his face. He was tall, dressed like every other man in the room and the half empty glass of whiskey told me he wasn’t entirely sober. He wasn’t bad looking (alphas seldom were ) but there was a hint of cigarette smoke and stale air , wafting from his direction and…no.
My glare seemed to work. He hesitated a bit.
I stuck my thumb out, drawing it scross my neck in a slitting motion.
The young man stuttered in his footsteps, looked vaguely horrified and then turned on his heel and walked away.
Twelve down… countless more to go.
“what the fuck are you doing?!” Seokjin hissed.
“They smell like shit.” I deadpanned. “ every one of them makes me nauseous.”
“You’re being so unfair… “ Seokjin sighed.
“You expect me to spend the rest of my life with a guy who makes me nauseous?” I glared.
“i think that you should..” Seokjin stopped abruptly, head tilting as he glanced over my shoulder. His gaze went wide and he gripped my forearm. “ oh, shit.”
“what?” i whirled around but Seokjin grabbed my chin, firmly pulling me back to face him.
“Ow…oppa what the fuck..” i hissed, rubbing my chin petulantly and Seokjin hissed.
“That’s Mr. Min! One of the main investors in my hospital! He’s here with his son and his fiancee…. We’re going to have to go greet them. Please act like a human being …” He begged.
I rolled my eyes.
“you say that like I’m going to pick my nose in front of him or something.” I grumbled.
“i’m serious. Min Jae Hyun is a scary git and so is his son Yoongi.”
“Min.. are you..? You mean Min Yoongi?” I stuttered.
“You know him.?”
“Uh.. not exactly… He’s one of the seniors in my School” I managed.
“Wait, he’s in your school?” Seokjin looked stunned. “ Does he know you’re a-”
“No! Oppa..he thinks I’m a beta … he can’t know… you can’t tell..”
“Shh… it’s okay bunny… You’re on the suppressants right? He needn’t know. “ Seokjin said reassuringly and I tried not to tremble. Sweat collected along my hairline and i already felt jittery.
“Dr. Kim!!” A Rough voice called out and Seokjin gripped my wrist.
“Come on bunny…”
I turned slowly and of course, my eyes immediately clashed with Min Yoongi. Lean and built like a dream, he stood dressed in a Valentino suit, shoulders framed perfectly in the smooth black fabric. He had ash blond hair, eyes a dark obsidian black and thin attractive lips,subtly smiling as he look the hand that Seokjin offered.
Next to him stood Jung Yuju, Yoongi’s fiancee and long time girlfriend. She gave me the annoyed look that beta females always reserved for omegas.
The ‘ something dirty like you doesn’t deserve to look so pretty ‘ look.
“Hello hyung.” Yoongi drawled easily and his gaze shifted to me in a question.
“you look familar…” He said briskly.
“This is my sister, Lee Min Jung… Bunny , this is Mr. Min and his son Yoongi. His soon to be daughter in law Yuju.” Seokjin smiled brigthly and i felt my ears burn as Yoongi smirked.
He gave me a vaguely curious glance and his nostrils flared briefly. I felt his eyes change color briefly, tinted red for just a second and my heart skipped a beat.
He’d scented me. He looked confused for a second, no doubt why he was smelling omega.
But then he looked amused again.
“Bunny huh?” He drawled.
I couldn’t even unglue my tongue enough to glare at him.
See, here’s the thing :
Min Yoongi was exquisitely hot.
Not just the physically attractive , oh he’s handsome kind of hot.
I mean he is that. He has one of those naturally aesthetic faces, meant to be on billboards across the country.
But more than that he .. smelled good.
But i also know that the betas in our school, all the girls who pined after him , even his long term girlfirned did not know the effect Yoongi’s Alpha scent had on an Omega.
The effect it had on me.
the only time i’d been exposed to it was nearly eight months ago, when I’d watched him beat up some kid for bullying one of the freshmen. The exertion from the fight had made him sweaty and panting and his scent had been even stronger than usual.
Strong enough to dig into my brain and take firm root there. And now, i could smell it again. not as strong as usual, probabaly because he’d sprayed on scent maskers for the event. But it was there nonetheless : pine trees and sunshine, rainstorms and black satin sheets. i felt the heat begin to lick it’s way up my spine, warmth pooling at the pit of my stomach, and then the tell-tale wetness threatening to drip.
“You’re a junior, aren’t you?” Yoongi said casually and his voice was yet another nail in my coffin. He sounded raspy and drunk, half asleep and scratchy. The deep bass of his tone and the masculine voice rang through my body like a vibrato.
And i knew on a practical level that it was my biology. Alphas have a differently evolved voice box. it gives them that dominant tone and omegas have the sensitive nerve endings that react to that particular voice.
So, honestly , It wasn’t anything personal, the way his voice made me want to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cock, right there in front of everyone.
it was biology.
I choked on my own lust ridden thoughts and Seokjin gave me a curious glance.
“Why don’t you join us at our table, Doc… We can talk a bit more about that proposal for another laboratory.” Mr. Min said briskly and Seokjin looked like he’d just received an invitation to dine with the pope.
“Yes.. Yes sir..” He breathed happily and i flinched as he let go of me.
“Bun-” He stopped when i glowered at him.” I mean.. Min Jung, why don’t you stay with yoongi and Yuju…We’ll just..”
He was already moving away and i stood still, aware of Yuju’s stare boring holes into my skull.
“Please.. carry on , I’ll be fine by myself.” I said automatically and Yoongi didn’t protest, merely bowing slightly.
“Pleasure meeting you, Min Jung.”
“Are you an omega?” Yuju said suddenly , eyes narrowed dangerously and i froze.
I held her gaze calmly.
“That is none of your business” I said loftily.
“Oh please… Coming to a formal event dressed like a fucking whore. Only your kind could be that shameless.”
I hated the way she said it, like i wasn’t even human.
“Yuju.. you shouldn’t talk like that to- ” Yoongi began, moving as though to touch me and i knocked his hand away.
“You don’t have to defend me..I can do it myself.” I snapped .
i rounded on the bitch next to him.
“ It’s such a pity your father’s money could buy you those boobs but not a better personality.” I glared at her before turning to move away.
Stupid fucking alphas and Betas!! they could all go die in a fire!!
I’d barely taken a step before I felt a torrent of wetness on my cheek , all over my shoulders and down my chest. i stood still stunned as everyone turned around to stare at us.
it took me a second to realize that she had chucked her entire glass of wine on me.
“Apologize now, you filthy little omega!” She screamed , so loud that my ears rang.
“Fuck , Yuju… Stop.. What the hell is wrong with you?” Yoongi grabbed his fiancees wrist and yanked her away while i stood there humiliated.
Seokjin was at my side a second later.
“it wasn’t my fault… “ i started, voice wobbling but Seokjin merely sushed me , shrugging off his coat and tossing it over my shoulders before bowing stiffly.
“Please excuse us…” He growled at Yoongi, eyes flaring red as he stared him down before pulling me away from both of them .
i let him lead me out of the room and into the nearest rest room.
“I’m so sorry..” He said apologetically. “ I shouldn’t have brought you here…”
“I didn’t even provoke her…” I felt my voice wobble. “ This is why i hate alphas!” I gritted out.
“Come on , bunny you’re being unfair… Yoongi didn’t..”
“He’s engaged to her…” i sneered. “ No doubt he agrees with everything she believes. Probably thinks omegas are dirt.” I felt tears sting.
It was unbelievable because I was actually wet, my underwear soaked because of that fucker’s goddamn scent …and it didn’t even matter because he was a bastard and his fiancee was a class A demon.
Min Yoongi could go to hell and he could take his bitchy girlfriend with him.
“i know bunny… it’s alright. Come on.. you can stay with me tonight.” Seokjin cooed and i relaxed a little. Seokjin had a bomb apartment in one of the best localities in the city. i could at least drink some wine and relax in a nice warm bath and hopefully dream of a dead or dying Yuju.
Seokjin’s guest room had the softest, plushiest mattress in the world. After a nice hour long bath and a glass of wine, i was relaxed enough to drift into a nice , warm sleep. So , when i woke up to jimin screaming, I almost screamed myself.,
“WHAT DO MEAN THEY’RE SUSPENDING YOU!!!”
“Jiminie… keep it down.. Min Jung’s sleeping…”
“THEY CAN’T JUST SUSPEND YOU BECAUSE A SPOILED LITTLE BITCH WENT AND TATTLED TO HER FATHER…!!” Jimin was screaming.
I froze, sitting up so fast that my spine almost snapped.
I crawled out of the bed so fast my legs got caught in the blankets, my body landing on the carpeted flooor with a thud. i kicked away the annoying fabric and scrambled to my feet, grabbing the door and throwing myself out into the living space in disbelief.
“they suspended you?!” I choked in disbelief.
Jin looked stunned to see me . And a little guilty.
“Bunny.. wait..it’s not..” he began holding a hand up as though to calm me but i snarled in anger.
“Why?” I felt my voice shake in misery.
“It’s nothing. The Director thinks that just for two weeks, i should take a break because of what Mr. Min.. umm.. said..”
“Two weeks?!! They suspended you for two weeks because his bitchy daughter in law couldn’t act like a civilized human?” I said stunned.
“Min jung… it’s not that serious.. i was thinking of taking time off anyway and…”
“I’m going to kill him.” I said, my entire body shaking in disbelief.
“Oh, God. It isn’t Yoongi’s fault. Min jung Please don’t make the whole thing worse..”
“Worse?! They suspended you hyung.. You’re the most brilliant surgeon in the damn country and they suspended you over that little spat ?! Who does he think he is?! God?! “ I was shaking so bad that my teeth chattered.
I turned on my heel and rushed back into the room, grabbing my clothes and stalking into the bath room. Every ounce of attraction i’d felt for the idiot had vanished, in it’s place seething anger and fury filled my heart. I could put up with being bullied when it was me.
But Seokjin was innocent . He breathed and lived for his job. to think that anyone would actually try to take that away from him… was unacceptable.
Min Yoongi was going to get his ass whooped.
I found Yoongi in the Music room.
it took me more than an hour, hunting through every possible Alpha hangout to find the guy and now that i realized he was actually in the music room, playing the piano of all things, i felt so completely thrown that i just stood there gaping for a few seconds.
“Min Jung?” He looked surprised to see me, pushing away from the piano to stand up and i came to my senses, trying to ignore the way his scent just washed over me like a bloody hurricane.
“Who do you think you are?!” I hissed angrily.
“You think you’re so great, just because you’re rich?! it’s not even your money! You were just lucky to be born his son. You’re just lucky you were born an Alpha.. Do you think you earned the respect people give you?” i spat out , fury coursing through my veins.
“Min Jung, what are you-”
“You got my brother suspended?!! Because your evil girlfriend couldn’t act civil?!” I laughed without mirth.
“it was a misunderstanding, i already-”
“I mean… honestly… what makes you better than omegas? huh? Are you smarter? yeah.. probably…but guess what…i’m smart too. I outranked hundreds of thousands of kids to be here…. I’m not an idiot… ! ” I was dangerously close to tears but i barelled on.
“ Are you richer than me? Yes… but guess what.. some day i’ll be rich too. And unlike you, it will be my money.. money that i earned… I’ll be rich and powerful and unlike you, i’ll use that for good. I won’t bully people into stuff or fire perfectly hardworking doctors from their jobs just because my girlfriend can’t act like a decent human being!”
Yoongi didn’t reply. . He just stood there staring at me .
i wasn’t done.
“ And guess what?? someday i’m going to be a doctor. And you know what i’m going to do? I’m going to find an end to this Alpha omega nonsense. I’m going to prove…once and for all that you alphas aren’t in anyway better than..” i almost said me… catching myself at the last second..” omegas. i’m going to do it. Then you can all stop treating omegas like crap!! ” I growled.
I panted, breathless from all the yelling and for a few seconds we just stood still staring at each other.
And then his phone rang.
He casually pulled it out and glanced at it.
And then he took the call, transferring it to the speakers.
“Yoongi…?” It was Seokjin.
“Yoongi,… your father called. He told me what happened .. Thank you so much buddy…”
“Don’t mention it hyung..” Yoongi kept his gaze on me and i felt foreboding rise inside me. That didn’t sound good.
“Listen.. Min Jung misunderstood what happened. She’s probabaly on the way there …”
“She’s here.” yoongi said casually and i choked.
“Seokjin oppa?” i said nervously.
“Bunny?! Oh God.. tell me you didn’t hit him or something!! “ Seokjin sounded nauseuous.
Yoongi laughed softly.
“No hyung.. She didn’t do anything. Just got here infact..”
“Oh thank God.. Min jung…I’m reinstated. Yoongi told his dad that it was all a misunderstanding and Mr. Min personally called and spologized for it. Everything’s fine so please spare Yoongi your fists of fury…”
I felt my face flame red enough to catch fire.
oh, God, where was a lightning bolt when you needed one?
“Hyung, i’ll call you back.” Yoongi hung up.
I straed at him and then took a step back. i knew i should apologize. But i couldn’;t bring myself to say it.
“I should.. um… just leave..” I turned on my heel , ready to bolt .
i almost reached the door when his voice came out, low rumbling and an outright growl.
“ Stop right there..”
I froze, stunned when the syllables felt like bullets against my spine, pain hitting my nerves and making my entire body ache.
I couldn’t move.
Oh, God no.
He was using his Alpha voice. If there was even an ounce of doubt about the kind of guy Min Yoongi was, it evaporated.
He’s just like the rest of them.
I trembled a bit, willing myself to not move. To act like I was merely waiting for him to continue. Not like i couldn’t move.
His voice rumbled over me again and it really did feel like little pricks of a needle up and down my spine.
“Are you an omega? Tell me the truth…” He was using the same voice, the one I couldn’t fight.
But I was still on the suppressants and not completely helpless and although it took every single ounce of my energy, I took a deep breath, aware of the painful ache inside my skull.
“No, i’m not.” I whispered. It felt like Someone had taken a knife to my gut, the pain visceral and unbearable. It wasn’t in my gene to lie to an Alpha.
Silence. My entire body felt taught, stretched like a rubber band.
“If you’re so proud of omegas… why are you ashamed to admit it yourself.” He sneered. I shut my eyes.
“I’m leaving.” I said firmly.
He chuckled softly.
“Leave. I’m not stopping you.”
But he was.
‘We both knew he was.
I opened my mouth, ready to argue but the door slammed open suddenly, breaking the spell. i sagged a bit as Yuju stalked in. She took one look at me and launched herself at me.
i was still weak from what yoongi had done and i went down like a rock, head hitting the floor with a painful crack. Stunned , I shoved her away and dragged myself up. Yoongi was reaching for me again.
“Are you okay Min Jung..?” He looked genuinely worried but i glared at him.
“You’re a bastard. every single one of you.!! You just deserve eacth other !” I snarled, dragging myself up and getting the hell away from him.
I didn’t stop running till i’d locked myself in my room.
And it was only then did I let the tears fall.
Author’s Note : Whew… tiring. Did you guys like it? i would love to have some feedback.
Thank you @jugheadismyking for requesting this. This imagine is based on Grown by Little. I was so happy to pick this imagine up because Little Mix is so amazing so thank you.
Summary: You are the daughter of Tiana and Prince Naveen. You constantly go to the Isle for peace meetings and once you are older, you help Ben with the Isle kids. You just so luckily stumbled upon Harry remembering everything.
You were around 10 years old. You took your father’s hand as you went into this big and creepy castle. You made it across a few rooms until you stopped at one. Three scary looking people and three kids were standing in front of you. Your father told you to go with the other kids as he did business.
“Hi, my name is (Y/N).“ You introduced yourself. A girl with teal hair came towards you. She inspected you up and down. The blue eyed boy stood next to her as the muscular one stood aside.
“We know who you are, Princess.” The teal haired girl mocked. You noticed the blue eyed boy having a hook. He lifted your hair up with it.
“How dreadful. You are a Princess and this is who you are?” The accent filled your ears. The muscular boy juat gave you a sympathy look.
“Harry, Uma, we should just let her be.” He said. The hook boy was about to place the hook by the boys neck, but the girl held him back.
“Gil, stay out of it. She has the perfect little life while we are here on the dirt.” Uma sneered. She then turned to you and grabbed the bracelet you had on. It had a frog with a crown on it. You tried your best to grab it as she held it in the air.
“You live your life with a silver spoon in your mouth. I mean look at you, princess dress and style, but you look nothing like one. Are you sure you’re not on the wrong side of the bridge?“ Harry said. Tears began to brim. You fought your best to hold them back. Gil then stepped foreward and grabbed the bracelet. He was going to hand it to you, when Harry snatched it and threw it.
You stood there frozen. That bracelet came from your mother. She always told you to keep it close. You began to cry as Harry and Uma laughed. You were mad at them and swore to get your revenge before leaving.
You slammed your hands on the King’s table. Ben closed his eyes and sighed. He knew what he got himself into.
“As King, I understand what you habe to do. But as my beat friend, how could you do this to me?” You said. You’ve told Ben about that day 7 years ago. He knew that perfectly fine.
“I know (Y/N), but I promised them and my people. You know the proclomation and you were fine with it.“ He stated. Your hands flew to your hair frustrated.
“But why them? Why not Freddie, Anthony, or Mad Maddy. Anyone bit them.” You pleaded. Ben put his hand up.
“They will arrive any moment so please. Just today.” Ben said. He then gave you puppy dog eyes. You sighed and agreed.
“Damn you Benjamin Florian.” You said before slamming the door. Ben was grateful to have a friend like you.
You were standing in front of the school and saw the limo. You cursed to yourself before stepping up. One by one they came out. You saw Gil and ran up to hug him. He was the only one from the bunch who was on your neautral side.
“Did you ever find the bracelet?” You asked him. He shook his head. “It’s okay. Thank you for taking the time. Here is what I promised.”
You handed Gil a pet chicken. He held it close. You giggled at the scene. Then you heard luggage drop. You turned and saw the evil pirate.
“Why hello there beautiful.” Harry winked. You rolled your eyes amd explained the rules to the school. “Any questions?”
“Would you go on a date with me darling?“ Harry flirted.
“You blew it Harry years ago. I’ve grown so good luck.” You told him. That’s when it hit Harry. You were the princess he mocked 7 years ago. You then turned and began to tour.
Throughout the tour, Harry kept flirting with you. You tried to concentrate on the tour.
“And that concludes the rest of the tour. You know where your dorms are so I will be on my way ” You said. Harry grabbed your hand and twirled you until you were in his arms.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Harry asked.
“ Back then Harry you didn’t even notice me. Why are you trying to get a hold of me now? We never even spoke so what makes you think you know me?” You stated. You got out of his embrace. You had to admit, you got lost into his eyes and that accent was so captivating.
“Let me change and redeem myself. I can treat you better.” Harry said. He then place something in your hand. It was the bracelet. You looked at it and then at him.
“Hook, don’t make me regret on my decision of giving you one chance.” You muttered. Harry smiled and kissed your forehead.
Hanzo’s morning routines are a comfort–a necessity, even, a constant in the kind of live he now lives.
He has had a regular routine since he was a small child. The routine has changed over the years, but nonetheless retained some similarities: waking at 6:00 AM, cleaning himself and dressing, followed by training until lunchtime. Afterward, his schedule would vary depending on the day and his studies, but it was nonetheless fairly straightforward, unless Genji or some other incident would draw him out of his routine.
Hanzo has clung to his morning routines even through the past 10 years, which he has spent on the run, more often than not, and in areas that did not always facilitate his needs. He has changed around his habits a little now, but still wakes at 6, does his exercises, cleans up, and moves on with his day. It is important to him that he maintain some sense of normalcy, a tiny something in his life that he can always rely on.
Wake, train, clean.
One month ago, however, that changed.
Hanzo wakes, as he still does, to the gentle chime of the alarm on his phone. It is six in the morning, as always. He groans softly, ignoring the phone for just a moment longer. The bed is very warm, the blankets heavy and perfectly draped over his body, and it beckons him to drift back to sleep. But, what needs must.
Before he can reach his phone, however, another arm stretches across from behind, grabs the phone, shuts off the alarm, and drops the device again as though somehow offended. A body behind him resettles with a soft sigh, the arm coming to rest over his body.
“Keep tellin’ you to turn that damn thing off,” McCree grumbles. He nuzzles into the back of Hanzo’s head, seeming to bury himself in his hair and mumbling against the back of his neck.
“And I have told you,” Hanzo counters, without heat, “that it is important to wake early for the day.”
“Y’sure? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I wake whenever I please and get by just fine.”
Hanzo laughs softly. “Come,” he bids, pushing up on his elbows. “It is time to train.”
McCree pushes up, only to shimmy up against Hanzo’s back and pull Hanzo back against himself. His hips roll gently against Hanzo’s lower back. “I can think of some better ideas,” he murmurs, lips pressed against Hanzo’s shoulder. “Forget runnin’. Stay with me.”
Hanzo has to admit, the idea is tempting. Before McCree, he had never had so much difficulty maintaining his morning routines. Now, with McCree in his bed–his entire life–his discipline is often not enough. Hanzo hesitates for a long moment, letting McCree’s hand stroke the length of his body from thigh to chest and back again.
Finally, Hanzo sighs, and he allows himself to be drawn back into bed. McCree chuckles, victorious.
“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says.
“Indeed. I cannot help but be charmed by your ridiculous bedhead and atrocious morning breath.”
McCree frowns comically at him, and Hanzo laughs and draws him down into a kiss to soften the blow. Morning breath be damned, he must admit that waking next to this man is a joy that he had never expected to treasure so deeply. It has been barely a month, yet he cannot imagine anymore waking to an empty bed, without someone–no, without McCree, for his presence cannot be substituted with another–there to greet him in the mornings.
“You know,” Hanzo says, as McCree breaks away to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, “this is the third time you have ruined my schedule this week.”
“Good,” McCree says. His mouth finds that spot behind Hanzo’s ear that never fails to make him sigh. “You need to relax more.”
Hanzo threads his hand through McCree’s hair, pressing him down and encouraging him to continue even as he complains, “But I have never been so … lazy before you. More often than not, you drag me back into bed before I can do anything.”
“Do you really dislike it that much?” Now McCree pauses. He lifts his head to look down at Hanzo, eyes bracketed by lines of faint worry. “‘Cause I ain’t makin’ you stay, you know.”
Hanzo meets his gaze, though he has to take a moment to piece together the change in mood through the sleepy haze of his brain. When he finally parses it, he shakes his head and cups McCree’s face in his other hand.
“No,” he says. “You–you are a welcome change. Please, continue.”
It is a simple statement, but for whatever reason, it makes McCree grin, wide and dazzling. McCree resumes his trail of kisses, from neck to chest to belly and further on, and Hanzo realizes that he wouldn’t mind never having his normal mornings again.
I feel like the 16th August 2017 is gonna be a great day in this fandom. We woke up to hear that Gillovny ‘is not speculation its fact’. 😂😂 So that’s a good start right there…And later on, we are bringing down Mulder from the damn bridge!!
Hopefully, there will be many pictures from the set and we will see the first picture of Dana Scully while trying to save the love of his life: Fox ‘whose hair is just perfect’ Mulder.
It’s gonna be a busy day and not a really relaxing one if one lives in Europe….😆😆 But, we are ready for it, right?!
Summary: Jimin…is kinda really into morning sex. He’s also really into wrecking you.
A/N: This story is dedicated to @ishallneversink because she demanded I write it. Honestly, she is very blessed I got this done so fast ngl. Anyway, if you read this enjoy! Comments/Reblogs/Favs always appreciated <3
It’s not unfamiliar to Jimin—the feeling of waking up to
sexual desire swirling in his gut. This never happened much before, but after
meeting you and getting lost in all your gasps and moans, and the twitch of
your muscles as you bounce on his cock or the way your skin glistens with sweat
after he goes a little too hard—…waking up like this occurs surprisingly often.
He doesn’t mind too much though—not when you get turned at
the flick of a switch and turn to putty in his hands. In fact, that’s one of
the reasons he loves waking up like
this—because he’s a bit of a masochist, he’ll admit, and revels in the way he can wreck
you just hours into the day.
However, when he rolls over to start his little game and
finds that the space in bed next to him is empty, he frowns. Where had you gone
to? Not far, hopefully.
Kicking off the covers, Jimin pads across the cold floor and
steps into the hall, completely ignoring the way his dick is already straining
against his boxers.
After a few brief seconds of searching, he spots you at the
kitchen counter, back turned towards him unknowingly as you munch on a piece of
toast, scrolling through an SNS feed on your phone. Small grin coming to his
face, Jimin makes quick work of sneaking up behind you, shoving his hand down
the front of your sleeping shorts before you can even blink.
I’m a meanie butt, but after 12,00 words I had to conceded and admit that the last part needed its own chapter. My conciliation: I actually swear it will be up as fast as possible after the 30th. (I do have to write my CSBB)
When Killian Jones is six, he’s sharing a bed with the increasingly wide berth of his mother and all too happy to share it. He’s gathered they’re poor (vicious kids on the street, kicks from discerning shop owners, the way Liam sometimes knicks bread for them to eat) but his mother always smells of lavender and hums him to sleep. Her hands are still soft and everything about her touch speaks of love: the way she cards her fingers through his hair when he’s had a nightmare, the way she lets him clutch at his fingers when they’re at the market, even the way he used to snuggle into her neck before her body became unwieldy with the carriage of his sister.
Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse) Summary: After witnessing Negan’s brutal attack, you keep your distance from both men until they decide that they need to talk to you and admit something very important. Word Count: 3,383 Warning: SMUT!!! (voyeurism) Author’s Note: Yessss. I am all for make-up, slow sex in stories especially with these two! Anyway, I did a time jump simply because I think the Reader needed to just gather her thoughts. Aside from that, it finally happened!! I wonder when the Reader will admit it too? Hm… Enjoy! :-) Also, thanks to RoxtheRoxie on AO3 for suggesting the new route I will be taking that will involve tons of angst! :-)
You couldn’t sleep for the past
few days since Negan attacked the group that you familiarized yourself with the
other night. The sounds of his bat connecting with the skulls of the two
victims were implanted in your mind as if it wanted you to remember.
Since the incident, you kept
your distance with both men. You had bumped into them on occasion, but you
simply nodded and continued walking. You couldn’t look at either Simon or Negan
due to the looks on their faces from the previous night. They had turned into
ruthless monsters, but deep down, you knew it was simply a façade they both had
to keep to make sure the Sanctuary was running smoothly.
Summary: takes place after Star Trek Into Darkness just before Beyond. In prev story “McCoy’s Dilemna” Reader is Christopher Pike’s daughter and they had been dating. This starts with them having been broken up for about 3 years, being back on the Enterprise again after Admiral Pike’s death.
Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends,
Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram,
but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her
friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter
Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest
subject, and may just have found her. CS AU.
Thanks always to the cool-as-fuck @lenfaz, for her tireless efforts in keeping me motivated.
He could feel it, the regret, welling
up in his chest, his vision blurring as he scrolled through page after
page of poorly punctuated text.
people who were up for being Emma Swan’s friend, and for some reason
Killian Jones had appointed himself their gatekeeper.
14,202 reasons to wish he’d never even heard the name Emma Swan.
task itself was burdensome enough, a time suck if ever there was one.
But it was the sexually aggressive come ons he encountered that really
propelled it towards torture. There was no other way of saying it: Men
Ahhhhhh I don’t know how to make things short anymoreeeeee.
Dr. Merlin Emrys was the best forensic scientist in Camelot City. He was detailed and thorough in everything he did. There was never a scrap of evidence out of place or a particle forgotten when Merlin was working on a case. It was probably the only reason Super Special Agent Prat-dragon put up with Merlin for so long. Especially when Merlin called his boss, Special Agent Arthur Pendragon, any variation of his real name. It was a miracle Merlin hadn’t been sacked for insubordination.
Arthur usually said that he only kept Merlin around because no one else could identify ‘random shit’ like Merlin could. Merlin took it as a compliment since the evidence he found was usually essential to their cases. Once Arthur even admitted that without Merlin his team would have been dead in the water on a few cases.
Despite all Arthur’s talk, Merlin was fairly certain that Arthur kept him around because Arthur actually liked him. Merlin had been added to Pendragon’s team five years ago, and despite a rocky start, Merlin and Arthur had clicked within that first year. Their minds worked in sync and as soon as Arthur had something, Merlin was one step behind him. They were two peas in a pod, despite the fact that they bantered more than they talked. They saw each other everyday. If it wasn’t at the morning report, it was lunch in the cafeteria, or Arthur visiting Merlin in his lab. Arthur often brought Merlin his favorite coffee from Dragons Cafe with a perfect amount of whipped cream (too much whipped cream in Arthur’s opinion). Merlin also knew that Arthur went in person to get the coffee, instead of sending a terrified lackey, because the cups always said ‘Arthur’ on the sides. They had become a pair, and Merlin had thought perhaps if they hadn’t met at work…there would be something more there too.
hey there i loved your last warren x reader! could you do one where they’re all in the battle with apocalypse in opposing sides and jean and her help defeat them like he doesn’t die but instead he just ends up falling for the reader?
Pairing: Warren Worthington x reader
Summary: The romantic adventures of being neighbors with an angsty bird boy
Reader has the power to grow and control plant life
Words Count: 1477
Genre: angsty fluff
Notes: Love me some warren!
“Warren you piece of shit! It’s 3:45 in the morning! Turn down the music or I swear to the heavenly father himself I will break your radio into billions of itty bitty pieces!” You yell as you pound on your bedroom wall. You hear the music being abruptly shut off and you let a sigh of relief and were about to curl back up into your warm bed when you hear a knock at your door.
With a sharp grunt, you stomp to your door and swing it open to see a smirking warren leaning on your door frame. The cold wind from the hallway alerted you to your pajama predicament, it was the middle of a heat wave so all you wore were a pair of short shorts and a sports bra. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as you see Warren checking you out.
“What do you need Warren?” You ask stubbornly.
“Oh not much doll. I think I came over to apologize but for some reason, I can’t think straight next to you.”He says winking, obviously trying to flirt.
“Did you really wake me up at 4 in the morning just to flirt with me?” you ask annoyed.
“Amongst other things..” He says looking you up and down. You scoff and slam the door in his face, heading back to your bed.
“It’s going to happen someday doll! I’ll win you over yet!” He yells before heading back to his room next door.
am I awake before my alarm, again? Can I close my eyes for five
minutes and sleep just for that? - Yes.”
alarm is blaring in his ear out like light does not hear it until it
goes off after fifteen minutes of horrid alarms buzzing.
of Ardyn being pecked at by angry white chocobos.
the Legit Wake Up Alarm
so much for actually doing something this morning.”
he wakes up by 5 AM he practices writing haiku they are amateur in
his mind but if Lunafreya gets a hold of them she is posting them
everywhere she has even sent them with Umbra to Noctis. (Though
Noctis often thinks they are something she wrote despite she mentions
it does belong to Ravus, she’s just proud of her brother’s talent.)
The haiku are generally about dreams from the night before or if the
birds outside his window he writes about them.