i am so sorry about the huge pile of clothes behind me

What Goes Around (M)

Plot: After discovering that your boyfriend cheated, you find yourself in a nearby bar drinking your sorrows away. You are mad at the world until a handsome stranger decides to sit next to you.

Genre: Angst/Smut

Characters: Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count: 2,253

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo


The bar is packed tonight and all you can see are two shot glasses sitting in front of you, or is it only one? Whatever the case may be, you lost count about a six shots ago.

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psycho 04 / taehyung

Originally posted by kittylalisa

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment/slight violence (knife&rope) in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

note: not putting a summary because I might spoil stuff idk

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Bitten (Baekhyun x Reader)

Originally posted by flesss


Bitten

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Description: You and Baekhyun encounter something in the forest and it leaves you confused if Baekhyun is really telling the truth.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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“Ugh.”

That might’ve been the fifth time a groan escaped out of Byun Baekhyun’s body interrupting you as you read. You try not to get annoyed with your friend as you fold the corner of the book to keep your place. If he was going to put a pause on your reading with all his groaning it was better to find out what the problem was sooner than later.

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anonymous asked:

a blurb where you and niall are making out, louis comes walking into niall's place cause he also has a key and you guys don't notice for a while until he says something?! lol. please ????

Babysitter’s Club - Part 2 

Part 1

The past weeks after your late night confession with Niall had been a strange rollercoaster of emotions.  There was a huge weight that had been lifted knowing you both felt the same way about each other.  There were no more secret glances or trying to restrain yourself every time you wanted to touch him.  When the sudden urge to run your fingers through the short dark hair behind his ears, you did it.  And nine times out of ten, you were rewarded with a soft purr and the scratchy stubble on his jaw nuzzled into your arm.  The downside to this newfound affection was the raw nerves of pushing past just being friends..  There were sweet kisses and cuddles and some wandering hands, but nothing overly physical.  You knew you were turning him on - you could feel the effects of your touches pressing on your hip or back when things started to get heated.  And you were beyond turned on - just the drag of his fingertips down your arm when he reached out to hold your hand set alight a fire in your belly.  But each time you were certain things were about to tip over the edge to the next step, Niall pulled back.  You’d questioned him one night after a particularly intense kissing session on his black couch.  When he had abruptly sat up and tossed his jumper onto the houndstooth ottoman, you’d pulled him back down and pressed your face into the warm skin on his neck.  

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Detention (M)

This is a sequel to Professor Song where you can read here.

Characters: Song Mino (Song Minho, WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Length: 4,126 words

Rating/Genre: Smut, School!AU, Professor!AU

Warning/s:  Daddy Kink, Lots of spanking, Hair pulling, overstimulation, just idk how to explain, hardcore sex like, really hardcore ;)

Plot: What would Professor Song do when his pretty little Princess disobeys and teases him during class?

A/N:  I have written this fic originally for my giftee in AFF and it was originally a Mark fic, but I figured this would suit Mino more, knowing that I have written a similar kind of fic for him not too long ago ;) So I am not plagiarizing anything that is my own work I guess hahaha!!!  And this was written about a month ago if I am not mistaken?


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Truth or Dare | Courtney Crimson & Zach Dempsey

You knocked three times then stepped back and awaited for Hannah to open the door. You had just had an argument with your boyfriend Zach, it was petty, nothing serious but you called Hannah anyway and she told you to come over as she had a free house tonight.

The sound of laughter and muffled music emerged from inside so you assumed Hannah had company over.

You inhaled a deeply then sighed “Great”

All you wanted to do was spend some one on one time with your best friend and not have share your business with anyone else.

Soon enough, the door knob turned and the door swung open, revealing a very tipsy Hannah Baker

“Y/N!!” She exclaimed as she flung her arms around your shoulders and placed a slobbery kiss on your cheek.

“Hannah, thaaanks” you say as you wipe her kiss away from your cheek.

She pulls you into the warmth of her house and kicks the door shut behind you “If I even hear the words ‘Zach Dempsey’ I am kicking you in your ovaries”

You chuckle “Fine, I won’t mention the kid”

You watch in amusement as Hannah staggers over to her parents liquor cabinet, crouches down and pulls out a bottle. You hover over her as she begins to pour some into a glass.

“Want some?” She asks

You thought about saying no, I mean it was never a good idea to get drunk when your upset “..Fuck it. Sure”

She holds the wine glass above her head and you take it from her.

“So you gonna introduce me to your drinking buddy upstairs or what?”

“Courtney, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Courtney” Hannah said introducing you to the girl sat casually on her bed.

“Hey” she said sweetly “Don’t I know you?”

You shrugged and leaned against Hannah’s dresser.

“Ignore her” Hannah says wavering her free hand around “She’s just mad at her boyfriend”

You pull your jacket off and lay it the chair in Hannah’s room. You know the one, the one dedicated to having a pile of clothes on it.

“Damn. You have a great figure” Courtney says, bringing a smile to your face.

“Thanks Court”

“Doesn’t she?” Hannah agrees “And she’s wasting all of that on the likes of Zach Dempsey”

You chuckle and sit in the bed with them. You already knew you had a great body, it was probably what drew Zach to you in the first place but the comments from the girls made you blush a little. You never usually got compliments from girls
Without warning Hannah lifts up the bottom of your glass, forcing you to drink more “Drink up cos your way behind”

“We we’re gonna playing truth or dare, we could use a third player” Courtney said smirking at you.

“I’m in but I’m not doing no illegal shit” you say before downing the last of the contents in your glass “Dare”

Courtney and Hannah look to each other then back to you.

You smile at them “What?”

“Strip” Hannah orders, her eyes widened and both eyebrows risen.

“No fucking way”

You we’re comfortable taking your clothes off in front of Hannah. She was your best friend and had seen in your underwear plenty times before. But not Courtney. You just met the girl.

“Pussyy” Hannah hisses

“Sorry Courtney but I just met you and-

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” She questions “I won’t tell anyone”

“Take it off baby” Hannah sings. You roll your eyes and begin to undress earning a few cat whistles and cheers from the girls. You pull dress down, revealing your blue lace bra and black underwear.

“Damn girl” Courtney says, scanning your body up and down

Blushing, you grab a pillow from Hannah’s bed and hug it over your body. “Ok. Ok. Next person”

“Truth” Hannah picks

“Hannah Baker” Courtney says, sitting up on her knees “..Are you a virgin?”

Hannah raises her glass “Yesss and proud”

“That’s my girl” you say as you clink your glasses together.

Hannah crawls over to you and lays her head on your lap. You could tell the alcohol was getting to her.

Courtney continues her inquiry “Waiting for the right person?”

“Well, I have someone in mind but-who knows” Hannah shrugs.

You begin to run your hands through her hair, smiling to yourself, knowing exactly who Hannah was talking about.

Courtney leans in “Who is it?”

“Two questions in one?” Hannah giggles “I don’t think so Court. But nice try”

“What about you Court? Are you a virgin?” You ask her

“Virginity is a man made concept I chose not to believe in” She plainly tells you

You nod “Well said”

“You?”

You hold your hands up and shake your head “Not my question”

“Ok. Truth or dare?”

“Dare” you quickly say

Courtney smiles “I dare you- I dare you to kiss me”

Hannah laughs and you join her “Hunny I’m not drunk enough for that”

“It’s just a bit of fun” Courtney tells you as she inches a little closer to you.

“Zach would kill me if he found out”

“Pfft, fuck Zach” Hannah says as she holds her middle finger up I for the of your face.

“He might find it really hot”

You look around the room “Fine..”

A huge smile was plastered across both your faces. Courtney leans into you and licks over her bottom lip, promoting you to follow her actions and lean into her as well. She gently grabs the back of your neck and presses her lips against yours.

You smile at her lips and she does it again, this time sliding her tongue into your mouth. This was your first time kissing a girl. This was your first time kissing someone other than Zach.

Courtney was surprisingly dominating. She began to get a little rough as she pushed you on to your bed and began sucking your neck as her hands cupped your boobs.

“Girls” Hannah warns before crawling from underneath you.

You harshly push Courtney away and sit up, adjusting your bra back over your boobs as you tried to catch your breath.

“Holy shit Courtney” Hannah says “Your not as innocent as I thought you we’re”

“Sorry” she giggles “Got a little carried away I guess”

"Shh!” Hannah orders “..Did you hear that?”

You grab the pillow again “Hear wha-
Before you could even finish your sentence Courtney and Hannah ran over to the window and shone a huge tort he outside.

"Tyler Down”

You walk over and stand behind them. By the time you got there it was too late, and you only caught the glimpse of someone running away from the house.

“You said it was some creepy guy from down the street!” Courtney yells all in one breathe.

She begins to pack her belongings into her arm.

“Thats who I thought it was” Hannah tells her “I didn’t know my stalker was Tyler-fucking-Down!”

“You have a stalker?” You ask

“Whatever” Courtney mumbles under her breath as she quickly exits he room. Hannah chases after her and you begin to get dressed again.


— A few days later —

Monday afternoon had rolled around, you hadn’t thought about the sleepover incident much until you reached your locker and spotted Tyler walking into the dark room.

You rolled your eyes and shook the thoughts of that night out of your head.

“You seen Courtney?”

You shut the door of your locker and faced Hannah.

“No, why?”

Hannah fishes her phone from out of her pocket and shows you the picture of  you and Courtney kissing. You take the phone from Hannah and inspect it closely.

Hannah sighs “She’s really torn up about it”

“No one can even tell it’s us” you hand the phone back to Hannah and begin to make your way to the lunch room.

“And how comes you never told me you had a stalker?” You suddenly ask her

Hannah shrugs “I didn’t think you cared”

You enter the lunch room and search for someone in particular “Of course I care”

You spotted Zach sat at the lunch table with the other jocks and immediately walked over to them.

“Hey baby” You announce before placing a kiss on his plump lips. Zach grabs your waist and gently pulls you down on his lap.

You hear Hannah scoff “Guess you guys made up then? That didn’t take long”

Zach looks up at you “Do you have to tell everyone about every little argument we have?”

“She’s my best friend”

“Yeah well it’s none of her business”

“You guys seen this” Justin announces as he holds up he screen of his phone, showing you the picture Hannah had previously shown you.

You flick his phone away “Yeah two girls kissing. Get over it”

“Lemme see?” Zach asks. Justin hands him the phone

“Oh shit” Zach zooms into the picture “They look hot”

You give Zach a dull look. You knew it was you in that picture, but he didn’t. He hugs you tighter and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“I-I mean hot in temperature, you know-that’s why one of them is half naked cos it’s hot…in the room”

“Nice save” Bryce says, taking the phone from him “These girls, they look pretty familiar”

“Porn stars in the making” Marcus says earning a few laughs from the boys.

You look up at Hannah “Besides we never actually broke up”

“Didn’t seem like that a few days ago” Hannah states before walking away from the table.

Zach’s jaw clenched “What the fuck did she mean by that?”

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Sorry for the late update 😊✌🏽

A New Family

ayyyyy I’m alive!! this was requested FOREVER ago by my bae @genericusernameblahblahblah (I hope you like it <3)

Pairing: washette + smol!hamilsquad

Premise: George and Lafayette meet the boy they’re adopting… and his friends.

Warnings: none :D

Word Count: 1331

a/n: I am very aware that this is not how adoption works… just… for the sake of the fluff…. <3


Laf’s leg jiggled up and down, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on his knee. George put a calming hand on his leg to cease the bouncing.

“Gil… you have to calm down,” George said soothingly.

“But, George! What if he hates us?” Laf asked frantically.

“How could he hate you?” he replied kindly, and a little smile pulled at the corner of his husband’s mouth. Before he could respond, however, the door opened, and the adoption agency worker (who introduced herself as Eliza) and a ten-year-old ball of energy walked in.

Laf stood up to greet them and was immediately attacked by the little pony-tailed boy, who ran straight into his legs, almost knocking him over.

“Hello!” Laf cried, a huge grin overtaking his face. “You must be Alex!”

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“Dirty Laundry” - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2748

Warnings: angst feat. a pinch of fluff (but mostly angst)

Author’s Note: This month’s song (or technically last month… it’s for March) is Dirty Laundry by All Time Low. I’m so sorry this took a bit longer than planned, but I hope yall enjoy! The song is kinda about lying… (*coughs* Y/n? *coughs again*) so yeah, expect an argument about that :)

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The Story of our Love (Pt.2)

Member : Baekhyun

Genre : Fluff

College AU

  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 coming soon.

You remained frozen as you stared at his extended hand towards you, a sweet smile still plastered on his face.

“So? Wanna go with me?” he spoke cheerfully with a hopeful raise of his eyebrows.

Your words were there but where the hell was your voice? And why did he make you speechless again?

When you didn’t respond you saw the retrieval of his hand and he pursed his lips together before he pouted, “I guess you don’t” he mumbled to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck and his gaze fell down to your coffee stained books that you were holding in your arms.

“I…I have to go” you cleared your throat as you blinked rapidly and finally gave him an answer, and you quickly adjusted your bag that didn’t even need to be fixed, turned and left, leaving an embarrassed Baekhyun behind.

You rushed to your dorm room, your face flushed and visibly red. Why were you acting like this? Why couldn’t you just decline like a normal functioning human being instead of acting like a total weirdo, and most importantly, why did he render you speechless every time you ran into him?

You shook your head as you closed your eyes shut and slammed the door behind you, sighing deeply as you did so.

“What is wrong with me??!” you said as you lightly hit yourself on the head using your fist.

“Umm..are you okay?” you heard a voice asking and your eyes shot open in surprise.

She smiled, “Did I scare you? Sorry. I’m Jiyoung, your roommate. You must be Y/N” she said getting up from between the pile of clothes and personal items that were surrounding her and she was walking towards you with a friendly smile on her face.

“Oh..yeah. Nice to meet you” you tried to sound less startled and as friendly as she did as you shook her hand greeting her, and then an awkward silence filled the air between you two.

“What’s with your books?” she asked as she walked back and resumed what seemed to be her unpacking, but it wasn’t really a question, you could tell. It was an attempt of breaking the ice and venting the awkward air that accumulated around your first encounter.

“Oh these…? Long story” your reply was short. You didn’t want to think about that pink haired boy named Baekhyun who was messing up with your mind any longer today.

You spent the break between your classes getting to know your roommate, and helping her unpack and place her things in order. She seemed like a nice person, rather talkative,  andextremely friendly and pretty with her brown fringe falling delicately over her forehead and her perfectly done nails and smooth skin. She was also very open and gave off a comfortable vibe as you listened to the stories she told about her high school, her friends and all the crazy schemes they planned.

She was very likable.

“Uuh! There was also this guy in our school, his name was Baekhyun…”

You nearly chocked on the water you were drinking, and you couldn’t suppress the coughs that came out of your lungs due to your shock.

“He goes here by the way, he was our senior and he and I were really good friends. We’re still are” she continued.

“All of my friends had a huge crush on him because he was so nice, kind and funny. He was the only senior that didn’t treat us like hoobaes.” she was talking with her eyes glancing at the ceiling with a smile on her face, and judging by the way she sounded, you instantly thought that she must’ve had great times with him.

“So you’re friends huh..?” you wanted to sound casual but your voice held an unmistakable curiosity in it. You subconsciously wanted to know more about him.

“Yeah” she nodded. “He was in my brother’s class and they were friends so he used to hang out in our house a lot, then we naturally became friends” she added.

You gave her an understanding (Aaah) with a nod before you excused yourself for your next lecture.

The lecture you were attending was the subject you were most looking forward too, you would’ve known that if you were paying attention but your mind was only busy with one thing and one thing only.

Byun Baekhyun.

There was something about him. Something intriguing. His smile was unbelievably charming and his eyes were drenched with honey like sweetness, and his voice was just….

He was like a puzzle to you, one that you needed to overthink and analyze every nook and cranny of. You were very interested in the effect he had on you, and the spell that seemed to consume you whenever he was involved.

Wait…

What am I doing? This isn’t me!

I’m not planning on making any friends, let alone…

What am I even...

Your mind was on wheels now and you mentally slapped yourself for drifting off of you “track” like this.

With a rough head shake to stop the nonsense in your mind, you gathered your things and left your already finished class.

When you were heading out, all you wanted to do was go to the library and finish the paper that was assigned to you yesterday and catch up on some studying, maybe prepare for your next classes in advance. But the universe seemed to have another plan for you, because you heard a voice behind you calling your name.

It was Jiyoung, she was waving at you, and signaling you to come join her and the group of people that were surrounding her.

“Y/N come here” she said, and you couldn’t miss the pairs of eyes that were suddenly giving you all of their attention.

You smiled, giving her a small nod or rather a little bow before you shook your head in refusal of her request.

Her legs moved and she was walking towards you with the most amiable smile you have ever seen on anyone. 

“Y/N do you wanna hang out with me and my friends this afternoon? We’re going out to eat” her hand held yours and she was tugging on it, not leaving much room for you to refuse. 

“Come come, I’ll introduce you to everyone” you winced. You couldn’t help it. The whole situation was awkward because he was there. 

Baekhyun was there and your eyes met awkwardly.

“This is Kim Jongdae, he’s in our department too” the man that stood in front of you was short but slightly taller than you are and he greeted you warmly with a defined smile that made the corners of his lips tick upwards in an odd way.

“This one over here is Sehun, don’t let his exterior throw you off he’s actually quite friendly” she whispered in you ear and you heard the tall broad shouldered man greet you with a lukewarm tone and a blank expression on his face. 

“And~ this guy over here is the one I’ve been telling you about earlier, Byun Baekhyun” you heard her say as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and emphasized on the word this.

The air was growing thick between you two, or maybe you were the one who felt so. His eyes were on you for what seemed like forever and you couldn’t quite understand why he looked at you the way he did. 

Intense eyes and a straight pair of lips.

Was he still offended? Did he think you were a dysfunctional human being?

His expression suddenly changed, his eyes turned into half moons and his bright white teeth came to vision. 

To describe him as charismatic would be an understatement.

“We won’t have coffee I promise” he joked. An inside joke that made your face heat up without a warning and he winked.

The casual way he spoke to you surprised the ones around you.

“Do you guys know each other?” asked Jiyoung raising her index finger in the air and moving it back and forth between you and Baekhyun.

“We met before” he replied before you could say anything. Of course you couldn’t say a single word, how could you when he was there?

“That’s good then!” Jongdae chimed dramatically as he placed his palm on your shoulder. “Now you have more reasons to join us” he added.

Jiyoung was tugging at your arm, throwing just a bit of aegyo your way, making it extra difficult for you to refuse.

“We’re a fun group I promise” added Jongdae to which you nodded with a small smile.

You all walked exiting the campus, and you watched as they joked and laughed together so effortlessly and comfortably while you just walked behind them.

“I guess aegyo works on you huh?” spoke Baekhyun from behind your shoulder right next to your ear causing you to jump.

“Did I scare you?” he giggled and you felt the effects of his sweet smile on your skin as your cheeks exploded with warmth.

A laugh that came out as an exhale left his lips and it caused goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.

What was he doing to you?

“N..no” your voice sounded timid and not at all like your usual self.

His lips stretched into an amused grin as if he just knew how charming you thought he was.

“Are you gonna let me buy you a meal today?” the man was beyond pushy.

“Are you always so full of questions?” you directed the series of questions towards him, wanting to get your shit together and act like your true self. And you could tell by the way his lips perked and then screwed shut into a thin line that he was a little taken aback by the change in your demeanor. 

“Why won’t you let me apologize to you properly?” he whined.

“Again with the questions” you replied fighting the smile that threatened to appear on your lips. 

For a reason you couldn’t figure out, this was amusing.

He fought it too. You saw it.

“The fact that you said you were sorry is okay. It’s not like you did it on purpose”

He let out a small laugh followed by his hand ruffling his hair and he said “Yeah…”

The restaurant Sehun picked was small and nothing fancy at all, they served main dishes that were found in any restaurant but he insisted that this one had the best grilled meat in the world.

As you all sat together and food started filling the table, you started feeling more comfortable with your choice of company for the evening.

“Guys how about drinks?” asked Jongdae who was just a little bit too excited.

You saw Sehun scrunch his nose and shake his head at the proposal. 

“Yeah yeah we should it’s the weekend” replied Jiyoung with her shoulders moving up and down with what seemed to be a celebratory dance.

“Baekhyun are you in?” she continued pointing enthusiastically at him.

“No, but you guys go ahead. My treat” he replied with a small wink and you saw the way Jiyoung’s face changed with what he did, and was that a blush?

“Y/N Baekhyun is always so generous and he treats us to things all the time” she spoke in a way that was meant to compliment Baekhyun rather than let you know about his traits, to which you nodded and he smiled a little.

You watched Jongdae and Jiyoung celebrate their little treat before they called for the Ahjumma and ordered their bottles of Soju.

Time passed and Sehun joined the two in their nonstop drinking fest and you watched as the three of them became sluggish and sleepy and the slurred words coming from their mouths told you just how drunk they were becoming.

“You don’t drink?” you asked Baekhyun, trying to ease the awkwardness that you felt from the others getting too drunk and leaving you two alone.

He swallowed the big bite of food that he took earlier before he shook his head and his eyebrows frowned a little and he said “I don’t tolerate alcohol that well. You?” 

“It’s true! Baekhyun gets drunk after one shot” spoke Jongdae with his voice rising a pitch and his finger pointing lazily at Baekhyun as his eyes blinked slowly a few times.

His sudden loud voice interrupted you and you watched Baekhyun as he winced at the man in front of him and stuffed a piece of lettuce in his mouth silencing him.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked Baekhyun, your chopsticks picking up the meat several times before you finally placed it inside the lettuce wrap.

“Again with the questions” he teased and your eyes quickly shot to his face. He was teasing you.

You smiled, unable to fight it as it tugged at the corners of your lips..

“Why do you have pink hair?” you managed to ask.

His amused smile was gone and his eyes looked up as if he could see his hair on his head and he said “Aaaah that?” 

“It was a bet, and the loser had to either shave their head or dye their hair pink. So I figured having pink hair for a while wouldn’t be so bad” he spoke as he placed pieces of meat from the grill and onto your plate.

You watched the casual gesture with exclamation points rising over your head and you saw him gesture you with his chin to eat them.

“Eat a lot” his voice sounded low and so sweet it made your toes curl involuntary.

“Can I ask you something?” his eyes were fixated on the sizzling meat in front of him and his question was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang on the table. 

Both of your heads ticked towards the direction of the sound and you saw that Jiyoung had passed out on the table. 

Baekhyun sighed before he complained to himself “She doesn’t even drink well but still insists on drinking on weekends” 

He dropped his chopsticks on the table before he fished his wallet from his back pocket and went to pay the Ahjumma. 

You figured its time to leave so you packed up your things went to help Jiyoung up, placing her now heavy arm around your shoulder.

“No no what are you doing? Don’t! I’ll go order them a cab or something” Baekhyun spoke hurriedly as his thumbs quickly worked to unlock his phone and dial the number.

After a few moments passed of you and Baekhyun working to bring the three to their conscious, you were left with an aching shoulder and alone with Baekhyun.

You watched him watch the cab drive away before you said “you take good care of them”

He turned to you, his eyes falling to your books filled hands for a split second before they met yours.

“Ah yeah, we’ll they’re all younger than me so I guess it just comes naturally. Are you going back to the dorm or..?” he was walking as he spoke and your thought process at everything that he is made your legs freeze for a moment before you realized he was walking away and you quickly followed him.

“Yeah the dorm. I live too far away to go home at this hour” 

He slowly and quietly walked next to you with his hands deep inside his jeans pockets and night breeze brushing past your skins.

He looked at your books again and his hands were suddenly out of his pockets and moving towards you.  

His fingers wrapped around the strap of your bag on your shoulder and he placed it on his own. Your eyes were wide open as you looked at him, and you watched his hands move to take your books and hold them.

“Wh..what are you doing?” you didn’t know how to react, but you totally understood why Jiyoung spoke the way she did about him.

Baekhyun was really kind.

“How can I walk with a girl and let her carry her things?” his tone was so warm and he sounded like you two were friends since the beginning of time. Your eyebrows screwed together in both question and surprise.

You were both quite, not a single word being said as you walked down the pavement. His steps suddenly stopped and he turned to look at you, his eyes looking far into your eyes and small smile tugging at the corner of his lips that held the tiniest birthmark and he said “Can I ask you something?” 

You swallowed and nodded, your insides flipping for a reason you didn’t figure out.

He remained silent, his lips slowly stretching into a beautiful smile as his eyes roamed your face and puzzled expression.

“But,..don’t you remember me?”  his question came out as a giggle and you just stood there staring at him yet again.

Love at First Video Part 20: Leaving for the Convention

Misha Collins x Reader

1600 Words

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You glanced around your room, frantically checking to make sure you had everything you needed packed. And then some. You might have gone a little overboard, but you wanted to make sure everything went perfect this weekend.

You still couldn’t believe the fact that you were going to a Supernatural convention. You hadn’t mentioned it to Misha, but you had always wanted to attend one. And now, here you were, attending one, as a guest. As Misha’s girlfriend. Just the thought of it sent shivers running through your body. Glancing down at your hands, you saw them trembling with excitement.

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Paul Lahote Imagine: Just One Look Part Two

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I grab my headphones and put them into my ears. The soft melody swirled in my head as I grabbed and put on my jacket. The shoelaces hung limply at my feet until I brought them back to their perfect knots. The cold air slapped me as I finally reached the world on the other side of my front door. My feet carried me as I passed the nearby houses, aiming for a set destination for La Push beach. The only space that fills my thoughts were of the music. I was in total blissful emptiness as I simply ran. There were no thoughts of Jacob or Bella. Or the way my hand betrayed my body. Once I arrived at the beach I sat down near the water. It moved closer to me put didn’t quite reach my feet. My breaths slowly started to slow down to the same pace as the rest of the world around me. The music still was relaxing in my ears as I looked at the morning shorelines. A sudden tap hesitantly hit my shoulder. I suck in all the air around me and hold my hand to my panicking chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” replied Paul. Who confidently took a seat beside me. I pulled out my earphones, not bothering to shut off my phone that was attached to them.

“It’s okay. I would say take a seat but it looks like you already made yourself comfortable,” I calmly replied.

“you’re on my turf remember,” he nudged my arm. I forcefully chuckle at his words because I am at a loss of what to say. Silence trickles in the space between us. It looms over our heads as it desperately waits for another move. I nervously grab a lock of my hair and play with it.

“Well, it was nice seeing you again. I should finish my run back home. Um, it was nice seeing you again.” I stand up and awkwardly wave at him goodbye while putting in my headphones. I turn around and start to head back home. Only this time I did not have the pleasure of being in a blissful emptiness as I see Paul’s figure starting to run beside me. I stop dead in my tracks.

“Are you stalking me now,” I abruptly question him.

“No. No. Sorry. I just didn’t say what I wanted it to earlier.”

“Okay. And what was that?” There was a long silence between us.

“I always remembered you being Jake’s friend. You, Bella, and Jake the terrible trio we nicknamed. But I remember sitting across the fire from you many times and trying to work up the courage to maybe sit next to you. I that one time you brought a huge plate of cookies and the smile on your face was just so… So unforgettable. So I gladly took a handful of your cookiesI But when I took my first bite I thought to myself that these are the worst cookies I ever tasted in my life. I just wanted to see you smile more. So I ate the rest of my small pile and told you how good it was. My point being is that I want to get to know you more and that I really like you. I don’t want it to be just you, Bella, and Jake. I want to be there with you. So would you be willing to give this a change?”

I swallow the lump at the back of my throat and nod my head yes. “Thank you! I’ll pick you up tonight at 6:00,” he replied before leaving.

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I rampage throughout my closet trying to pick out something to wear. I have no details of where we are going tonight. I am picking up outfits and holding them to my chest in front of my full-length mirror in front of me. But the mirror mocks me and tells me everything that is wrong.  Bella sits at the edge of my bed. Her positive words become an indistinctive tangle as I tune them out. Clothes scattered beneath my feet and I’m too intimidated to pick them up again. Out of the pile, Bella grabs a pair of dark blue jeans and a long sleeve green blouse. I nod my head as I swiftly get changed into the outfit.

I emerge out of the closet with it on. “It’s perfect. Not too overdone and also not too little,” Bella told me as she held up two thumbs up. I hear the doorbell ring. My eyes immediately panic. “It’s okay. Just be you,” she reassured me before guiding me outside my bedroom door.

I open the door. I see that Paul has changed from his usual lack of outfit. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I close the door behind me. Paul opens the car for me as I head inside of it. He starts the car and we drive off with the radio host voices fading into the background.

“So where to,” I question?

“I’m taking you to a special place,” he replied.

“And where is that?”
“It’s a surprise.”

“Can I get a hint?”

“Let’s see…. How about this is a place that you know but with a twist.” I mull over the clue over and over in my head. Visions of locations pop into my head yet I am unable to distinguish what a twist would be about them.

We park a car in front of Sam and Emily’s house. The front porch was decorated with hanging fairy lights. There are two porch chairs sitting delicately on an angle from each other with a small table places in between. On top of it were two glasses of water and boxes of pizza.

“Sam and Emily went out for a date night so I took the opportunity to do this. I tried to cook something but I have about the same skills as you. So I ordered pizza,” Paul informed me. He took my hand and lead the way. We sat on the chairs and opened the pizza boxes. I took a slice and started chewing on it.

“Wow. This is incredible. Thank you. I never knew that the toughest guy in Fork’s had such a soft side,” I told him.

“Well, there is a lot you don’t yet know about me.”

“I can’t wait to find out then.”

Darling | Part 1

a/n: okay so this is my very first attempt at writing a fanfic! i got the inspiration for this fic while watching ‘p.s. i love you’ for the 100th time (i cry literally every time i watch that movie tbfh) so i really hope you enjoy this! feel free to follow and stay tuned for more!  ~ admin nat

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS JUST INSPIRED BY THE STORY. I AM BY NO MEANS TRYING TO TAKE CREDIT FROM THE AUTHOR, CECILIA AHERN.

pairing: taehyung x reader (jin x reader)

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1,950

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I Need to Touch You

Josh hadn’t noticed it before. He was always preoccupied with something else. He was drumming, playing a video game, texting, or doing pretty much anything where he was thinking deeply. And other times he was just so absent minded that he didn’t notice it at all. Or maybe it was because he had grown so used to the matter, that it was just something that he knew happened all the time. Either way, he didn’t mind much.

Tyler was almost always touching Josh in some way. His soft fingertips would be grazing gently across the drummer’s hand or rubbing small circles into his back. Even during their performances, the singer would eventually make his way over to his friend and touch his arms. He loved doing that. Touching Josh when he was all worked up over drumming. Strands of his faded pink hair would stick down to his forehead along with beads of sweat that glimmered along brilliantly with the light show. He loved feeling the muscles contract and relax with the beat. Tyler couldn’t get enough of Josh. He loved thinking about how soft his friend’s skin was during an interview. Those thoughts would often leave his cheeks a shade of bright pink during interviews, a mysterious thing for even the most dedicated fans.

Tyler knew Josh wasn’t fully aware of how often he was being touched, and honestly, the singer wanted to keep it that way. If he ever pointed it out to the drummer, he might always shy away from the hands of his bandmate. He felt almost addicted to the feeling of Josh underneath him. Something about touching him just calmed him down. He often found himself Googling odd questions as to why he would be touching his friend as much as he could. The most he got was that he was very clingy, Tyler knew this already. He was also pretty sure Josh was clingy as well. The drummer could hardly manage sleeping in separate hotel rooms when their manager would book the suites. He also discovered that it was a way of showing dominance. Every time that thought popped up in his mind, Tyler would dismiss it shyly and deny having any part of being a dominant person. The singer couldn’t see himself being “dominant”. Dominance was always linked to being rough and bossy when Tyler thought of it, and he felt like he was the exact opposite. He was territorial in a way. He knew that for a fact. The singer would always get so jealous when he saw someone else hanging out with his best friend. No matter what gender, he would always find himself in a terrible mood when he knew Josh was out and about with someone else. Tyler wanted Josh to himself and only to himself.

Josh always felt some sort of comfort and reassurance whenever Tyler would rest his hand on his knee or shoulder or wherever his hand managed to fumble down on. It was almost like a comfort blanket to him. But it was hardly anything, a phantom that never really faced him. Nothing that waved flags down and pulled his attention in concern, for better or for worse.

He sat down in his dressing room, his alien mask laid on top of his thigh, he wasn’t quite ready to put it on yet. The eyes of the alien stared blankly towards Joshua. “What? I’ll put you on when I feel ready.” He mumbled towards the inanimate piece of cloth.

Josh was feeling low, incredibly low considering that he was to go on stage and perform in front of thousands of fans in an hour. He hardly saw Tyler at all that day. Josh assumed it was because his friend was feeling down. Whenever his bandmate had a day where he just wasn’t himself, he would just shy away and deny his existence.

Going against everything that his mind and body said, the drummer got up from the cold leather couch that he was glued on for the past thirty minutes. The alien mask fell, breaking the awkward stare that actually wasn’t so awkward the more Josh thought about it. The pink haired male followed the colored tape on the floor that was labeled “TYLER”, eventually facing the room that Tyler resided in. There was some sort of stiffness hanging from behind the door, making Josh shift around uncomfortably before knocking on the door softly. He knew his friend heard it, Tyler let out a loud grunt.

Tyler was bundled up in blankets as he laid on the white leather couch of his dressing room. The tables were piled with untouched food and his clothes for the show was carefully hung up in a closet that almost seemed too far away from everything else. He knew Josh was knocking on the door. Only Josh knocked like that when Tyler was feeling down. Thinking about it made a smile crack on his face. He liked to think that the drummer had a sixth sense and knew whenever his friend was feeling down. “I know you’re in there,” Josh said from the other side of the room, his voice was gentle and smooth, a voice so warm it would melt butter and make anybody feel happy.

Tyler grumbled again as he slowly got up from the comfort of the couch and slowly paced over to his door. Unlocking the door, he carefully swung it open but before he had any time to say anything to his friend, the pink haired drummer almost mauled him down in a bear hug. Caught completely off guard by this, the singer practically squeaked in surprise. “Hey man,” Josh exclaimed excitedly. Right when his body made contact with Tyler’s, he felt such a rush of happiness and energy. Almost as if the singer brought him back to life.

“Hey,” Tyler said, a small smile crept across his lips. There it went again, his hand moved up as his fingers slowly brushed against Josh’s right arm. “Ready to kill this show,” he asked, his eyes pierced Josh’s.

“Heck yeah,” the drummer said confidently. His posture straightened when he felt Tyler’s fingers touch his arm. “Oh,” he hummed and pointed at his friend’s phone. “Give me your phone for a few seconds, I gotta show you this vine,” Just thinking about the video Josh was already cackling.

Handing his phone over, Tyler didn’t need to tell his friend his passcode to his phone. They both knew each other’s passwords to pretty much everything. The singer really had nothing to hide. Plus, his friend was only going to go on Vine which had nothing on it other than stupid videos. But, the drummer had absent-mindedly forgotten the name of this video. So, in an attempt to find it, he launched Tyler’s Google app. Before he could even type anything out, he was confronted with everything else Tyler had searched recently.
“Why do I always have to touch my friend?”
“Touching friend all the time?”
“Always having physical contact with friend”
Josh’s cheeks burned a bright pink as everything hit him all at once.

Tyler’s hand reached over again and rested a few fingers on his friend’s forearm softly. “Did you find it yet,” he hummed and gazed at the drummer’s face. He noticed the shade of pink that swept across Josh’s face and retracted his hand quickly. “You okay dude,” the singer asked, a tone of concern filled the air as the drummer stayed silent, typing away at the phone.

“O-oh! Uh, yeah! Sorry when I searched it up it wasn’t the right video,” he looked up from the screen and smiled nervously. All this time, Tyler was always touching Josh and he never took notice to it. That’s what was making him feel so comfortable. That’s why he always felt so low and depressed whenever he was separated from his best friend. Unsure with how he would handle the situation he found himself in, he shoved the smart phone into Tyler’s chest. His hand touched the singer’s shirt softly. That’s when it hit him. Josh realized that he would start doing the same thing to him. He thought maybe that’s what Tyler needed. Maybe Tyler wanted to be touched too.

The taller male’s eyes shot down to look at his friend’s hand that was softly pressing against his chest. The Vine started to play, and he wasn’t too surprised when he saw it was a funny spinoff of X-Files. Josh moved his other hand and touched Tyler’s arm carefully.

The contact was completely new for the brunette. It sent shockwaves down his spine as he looked over to the shorter male. “Why are you touching me,” he stumbled over his words, laughing nervously over nothing.

“I like feeling your warmth,” Josh purred, his velvet voice practically made Tyler swoon. The drummer knew this was a good thing, he knew his friend liked this. He had to have liked this contact.

“I’m always warm,” He responded quietly. His hand moved up to grab his phone but their fingers made contact and Tyler quickly retracted his hand in fear of making Josh move away as well. “Sorry,” he mumbled and looked down at the tiled floor underneath the two. The last time things had been this awkward was when he kissed Josh’s cheek in front of a huge crowd. Tyler loved doing things like that. Anything that would make his friend blush, he would find himself doing. But it seemed like right at that moment, the drummer had him disabled from doing absolutely anything.

‘I am definitely not dominant,’ Tyler thought to himself, as he stayed silent. “Why aren’t you touching me anymore,” Josh asked, his head cocking to the side so he could examine the face of his best friend at a different angle. Josh wouldn’t exactly call Tyler his best friend. Technically they were best friends, but the drummer most definitely felt something more than that. Something about seeing his friend made his stomach flip and twist. Whenever he would get close to him, his heart would race and his brain would clutter. He loved Tyler more than he loved himself and for some reason it scared Joshua.

“I-” Tyler was at a loss for words. His eyes shot all around the room, avoiding Josh’s face at all costs. “We should be getting ready for the show, Jish,” his lips turned into a small smile as he tried as hard as he could to pretend like Josh wasn’t staring directly at him.

“Alright,” Josh nodded and put Tyler’s smartphone into his hand carefully before leaving the dressing room. “Seeya out there dude. We’re gonna kill it tonight,” he hummed as he closed the door behind himself.


Thousands of fans screamed, Josh was trying to balance himself on the hands of the clique. His eyes stayed glued on Tyler. Throughout the whole performance, that’s all he could think about. Straightening himself out, he readied himself to play the ending of Trees. This was the end of another crazy concert, and it always was the most emotional part. Most fans were crying, singing along with the song as loud as they could. The air was polluted with emotions as well as the fog from the fog machines and confetti that danced and sunk to the ground. He raised his arm and slammed down as hard as he could.


The drummer laid down in his bunk, the room was pitch black and it was absolutely silent. He was too afraid to get up and talk to Tyler. He was terrified that he had scared away his friend for good. All he could think about was how their relationship was completely ruined, he tried to imagine going about without his best friend, but it only led to a terrible anxiety attack.

Wiping the tears that stung his eyes and dribbled down his cheeks, the pink haired male got out of his bunk and made his way outside of the tour bus. It was freezing outside. His heavy and sharp breaths looked like smoke signals being sent up into the dark atmosphere of the night. Josh looked up and started identifying stars silently in a way to calm down his anxiety attack. “Betelgeuse, Sirius, Antares, Alpha Ce-” before he could continue, he was interrupted by the RV door closing. Jerking around, he faced Tyler.

“You missed the moon,” He said with a smirk before making his way over to the drummer. “Did you have an anxiety attack,” the singer asked, his hand grabbed Josh’s and intertwined his fingers with the drummer’s.

“I was naming the stars first off,” The shorter male said, attitude was being spit from his tongue. “and,” he continued, “yeah… You know whenever I have an anxiety attack I go outside and do my thing,”. His eyes quickly looked down to Tyler’s hand which was tangled in his.

“Why were you having an anxiety attack,” his friend asked, eyes still focused on Josh’s.

“I was overthinking some things. You know that’s how I get most of them,” the drummer mumbled and squeezed his hand gently. “It’s cold. You need to go back inside,” His head motioned over the the door that was behind Tyler.

“Okay mom,” The singer said and stuck his tongue out at his friend teasingly. “And you don’t need to go inside,” he asked, taking a few steps closer to the shorter male. “We need to talk. About earlier,” his voice quickly grew serious, and his trademark smile vanished with his breath.

Josh wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t emotionally ready, he was exhausted, he didn’t want to go through even more than he already did that day. “I’m sorry about earlier, we don’t need to talk about it, really. We can pretend it never happened. I just thought,” at this point, the drummer realized he was just rambling on and Tyler wasn’t listening at all.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he hissed. His eyes pierced Josh’s as he tightened his grip on his friend’s hand. “I’m done with all of this pretending,” Tyler shook his head in frustration before sighing heavily. “Listen Josh, I…” His voice broke as he looked down to the gravel underneath their feet.

“Please don’t leave me,” Josh was nearly crying again.

“I-” Tyler’s eyes widened when he saw his best friend practically break down in front of him.

“I can’t lose you. You’re my rock. You’re what makes me happy,” The drummer paused, focusing on his breaths so he wouldn’t turn into a sobbing mess. “It sounds really cheesy when I say it like that… But Tyler, you are my everything. You’re all the stars in the sky, you mean more to me than Sirius,” he said, pointing up at a bright star in the sky. Tyler wasn’t sure which one he was pointing at, there were way too many to determine exactly which one Josh was talking about. Like when someone tells you to look at someone and they point at a crowd of people. All faces are a blur and all kind of look the same. “I would live for you for nothing in return,” a small smile grew on his face, he knew Tyler loved it whenever he made a reference to one of his older songs.

“And you’re never going to lose me, Jish,” he whispered softly. “I can’t lose my fluffy pink-haired drummer,” Loosening his grip from Josh’s hand, he placed both of his hands on each side of his friend’s scruffy face. Josh tried to grow a beard but he shaved it all off, Tyler loved the beard but he preferred the scruff. Something about scruffy faced Joshua. It drove the singer crazy. “I have to touch you,” his voice grew so silent that he was hardly talking at this point. “I always need to feel you underneath my fingertips. I need to feel your warmth. It’s my way of kissing you indirectly. It’s kissing you, but it’s not,”

Josh wasn’t sure how to react, his cheeks were burning a bright red but Tyler couldn’t have seen it, his hands covered his cheeks. After a few awkward moments on silence, the curly haired male decided to speak up and although every part of his mind protested, he said it anyways. “Then kiss me instead,” His eyes slanted shut as Tyler’s face dove down into his.

Soft lips crashed, the contact was electrifying, Josh could have sworn he felt electricity rush to his fingertips as he carefully rested his hands on top of Tyler’s shoulder. Necks crooked, lips parted, tongues shyly started to explore. Heartbeats synched and breaths paced. Puffs of air escaped from the two men huddled together and spun away with the stars. Lips and tongues danced together as teeth clumsily clinked and clashed. Goosebumps plagued Josh’s arms when Tyler’s lips parted from his and made his way to the drummer’s neck. He left soft kisses on the nape of his neck and nipped gently just below his jaw.

Pulling away from the intimacy, Tyler huffed and looked down at the shorter male. His vision was blurry and his head was dizzy, he could hardly manage to speak up. “You asked for it,” he mumbled and laughed slightly.

“And I’m asking for it again,”

Love at First Video Part 7

Misha Collins x Reader

2300 Words 

Story Summary: You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It was hard going back to work that Monday. Your weekend had been amazing, with the dinner on Friday, and the boat trip on Saturday. Work, you feared, was going to be mundane, and remind you of a certain blue eyed man who hadn’t contacted you since the boat trip. You worried that maybe he was ashamed of himself for moving things so fast, and now he was taking a step back.

Walking into the foyer of the Moore’s house, you were surprised at how quiet it was. Usually Amelia, or Griffin were rushing to greet you, letting you know what they had planned for the day.

“Mrs. Moore?” You questioned, dropping your bag on the floor, and making your way into the kitchen. You were surprised to see her sitting there, a cup of coffee in her hand, dressed in jeans and a paint splattered t-shirt. You were instantly on guard, you had never seen her dressed like this.

“Mrs. Moore, is everything alright?” You asked, and she finally looked up at you, her eyes glassy.

“Oh Y/N, I forgot you were coming today.” She answered, her voice monotone. “I’m afraid I have some rather bad news.”

Sitting down across from her, you waited. “You see, I received a call last night. From my boss. And either I move to California, immediately, or I lose my job.” She told you.

You nodded, even though your heart was in your throat. “What did you decide?” You asked.

“We are moving. The house will be on the market today, and we leave first thing Wednesday morning. I’m so sorry for the short notice, but it’s completely out of my control. I will pay you for this week, it’s the least I can do.”

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Can you please do 2 and 9 of the college themed Au's thing for percabeth. Pleeeeease, you are like my favourite people on tumblr

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My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor & Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider


Annabeth opened the door to her dorm, screamed, and immediately shut it again.

“Oh, my god,” she said, hand over her heart. “Oh god.”

The door to the room across the hall swung open and a handsome head of tousled dark hair appeared. “Who’s dying?”

“What?” Annabeth spun to face her neighbour, golden curls flying around her shoulder. She recognised him: they had a class together on Tuesday mornings and Thursday afternoons. “No, no one’s dying. I mean, maybe of embarrassment, but not actual -”

The door to her room opened and she fell silent.

Piper stood in the doorway, wearing an oversized sweater that was definitely not hers and not much else. Her hair was fluffed up on one side and flat on the other.

“Hey, Annabeth, I’m really sorry -”

“Could you, I don’t know, put a sock or something on the handle next time? Maybe?” Annabeth said. Her face was still flushed, but Piper didn’t look too fazed.

“Sorry.”

A tall blonde guy appeared over her shoulder. He looked more suitably shamed. “Sorry, Annabeth,” he said quietly.

She couldn’t look him in the eye after what she’d just seen. She wondered if she’d ever be able to look at him the same way. She doubted it.

“Jason?” her neighbour asked.

Annabeth had almost forgotten he was still standing behind her. His eyes lit up at the sight of Piper’s boyfriend standing there red faced and shirtless.

“Percy?” he asked, face flushing even redder.

“Dude,” Percy said, holding a fist up to his mouth and trying to suppress a laugh. “This is where you’ve been sneaking off to? To sleep with the girl across the hall?”

Piper frowned at being referred to as ‘the girl across the hall’. “Piper,” she said, throwing Percy a pointed look.

“Piper, hey.” Percy held out a hand for her to shake. When she ignored it he shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. “Nice to meet the one who’s been stealing my roommate.”

“Jason’s your roommate?” Annabeth asked Percy, incredulous.

Jason looked even more sheepish. “Yeah.”

“Did you know this?” Annabeth asked Piper, who just shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sleeping with our neighbour?”

“What does it matter if he’s our neighbour? I wouldn’t care if you were sleeping with Percy,” Piper said, blasé.

Annabeth glanced at Percy and felt her stomach flip. Now there was a thought. “No, that’s not - I mean, Piper…”

“We’ll put a sock on the door handle next time,” she promised. “Now, uh, we were kind of in the middle of something…”

“Ew! Ew, ew, ew, stop. Just. Stop.” Annabeth pushed her roommate back inside their dorm, which also pushed Jason in. “I don’t want to know anything about it. Just stay on your side of the room.”

Piper’s laugh was the last thing she heard before the door slammed shut. She stared at it for a second before remembering Percy was still there with her.

“Sorry,” she said, finally taking the time to properly look him over. He was taller than her, broad shouldered and with a little bit of stubble on his jaw. “I didn’t mean to… disturb you.”

He laughed. “I think you’re the one who’s been disturbed today. Sorry my roommates such a creep.”

Annabeth had never thought of Jason as a creep before, and she knew Percy was joking, but after what she’d just witnessed… Ergh. She shuddered. “Sorry my roommates such a creep, too.”

Percy laughed again. He sounded so genuinely entertained by this whole thing. “Do you wanna come in for a bit?”

Annabeth shook her head. “No, I… I’m gonna go to the library for a bit, do some study.” She pointedly did not invite him to join.

“Oh.” Percy’s face fell. “All right, then. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Yeah,” she said, hitching her bag up on her shoulder. “Sorry we met under such weird circumstances, Percy.”

“I think they call it a meet cute,” he said with a smirk.

“What?” Annabeth stared at him.

He winked and disappeared back into his apartment, leaving her standing alone in the hall. When she heard Piper moan through the closed door, Annabeth turned and ran to the library.


She was hoping that by the time she got back it’d be safe to enter her dorm, but a sock was hanging off the handle. She stared at it and swore. If Piper ever emerged from her den of inequity, Annabeth was going to kill her.

She put her back against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, drawing her knees up against her chest and letting her head fall back. What did Piper expect her to do, wait in the hallway all night? She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

It almost worked.

But then she opened her eyes, and saw a huge, black spider on the wall just above her head.

Annabeth shot to her feet, screaming louder than she had earlier that day. 

Percy’s door swung open and she scrambled through it, clutching his shoulders and pushing him in front of her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. His eyes were darting around the hall, looking for the threat. “What’s going on?”

She was too terrified to speak. She just pointed blindly in the direction of where she’d last seen the spider, still screaming.

“Are you actually dying this time?!” Percy sounded genuinely panicked. But then his shoulders relaxed under Annabeth’s grip. “Oh. It’s a spider.”

Hearing the word out loud restored her ability to speak. “Kill it!” she screamed.

He gently pried her fingers off him and stepped out into the hall, sliding his shoe off as he went. “Okay, all right, I’m gonna kill it.”

Annabeth turned away, waiting for the sound of shoe hitting the wall. When it came - once, twice, three times - she stayed turned away. It was only when she felt Percy gently grasp her shoulders that she dared open her eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, looking into her eyes. “I took care of it for you, it’s gone.”

It wasn’t gone enough. Its dead body was still curled up in the middle of the hall, where Percy had knocked it to the floor.

Annabeth felt like suddenly like she might cry. All she wanted was to go to bed.

“Can I stay with you?” she asked.

Percy looked taken aback. “Huh?”

“On your floor,” she clarified. “Can I sleep on your floor?”

He looked over her shoulder to the sock on the door. “Oh. They’re still at it, are they? Yeah, sure, come on in.”

He gestured for her to head properly into his dorm and shut the door behind him. Annabeth sighed with relief as he hurriedly scooped up a pile of clothes off his bed and threw them into his laundry basket.

“Oh, wait,” she said, darting after the laundry.

Percy looked terribly confused, but when she held up a relatively clean looking sock, he grinned. “Good idea.”

Annabeth put it on the handle of his door before shutting it again. “Hopefully now they won’t disturb us,” she said, smiling at Percy.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, uninterrupted sleep is very important. That’s why, ah, you can take Jason’s bed. If you’d like. You don’t have to sleep on the floor, I mean.”

And she really had intended to sleep in Jason’s bed - but then they’d started watching Netflix, and Percy had been so warm and comfortable, Annabeth just couldn’t help falling asleep on his shoulder. 

And the sock must have worked, because when she woke up in the morning she was still curled up in Percy’s arms, and Jason and Piper were nowhere to be seen. Annabeth smiled to herself and went back to sleep.

A Good Boy (Yoosung)

It was finals week and Yoosung was completely bombarded with final projects and essays. The stress had been getting to him and he had fallen back into the temptation of LOLOL. He was so busy, more from playing than anything else, that you hardly got to spend time together but that wasn’t your concern at the moment.
“Yoosung come on you have to work on your project now.” You entered the living room calling out to him, attempting to get his attention.
“Yeah, I’ll work on it soon. The team just messaged me saying that there was a new rare monster and to meet them in the cave.” He stared intently at the screen not once even turning to look at you.
“Yoosung, your assignment is due tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp. I think it would be best to work on it now. It’s already last minute, working on it the day before.” You tried to speak to him reasonably but he wasn’t even acknowledging you. Yoosung began screaming into his headset.
“It’s over there! I’ll cut it off from the left! You follow him from behind!”
“Yoosung, please. You can’t afford to not turn this project in, it’s a big chunk of your grade.”
No reply. He continued yelling into the headset. “It’s coming this way! I got it!”
You started tapping his shoulder. “Yoosung, I already got some materials together. Everything’s ready on the table. Come on, I’ll help you.”
“DAMMIT!” He suddenly got up, the force of his legs pushing the chair so strong it rolled away from him. He grasped his headset and threw it down on the desk. “I heard you the first time _____! And the second! AND THE THIRD! I said I’d do it later! The monster got away because of you!”

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The Aftermath

↱  jiho bringing you back to bed after a fight.
▷ angst(not really)/fluff
pairing: zico x reader


Ignoring the pain in your back was truly impossible at this point- the springs under the cushions all too noticeable as you tossed and turned on the leather couch sat in the middle of your living room. The chugging of the washer and dryer across the house filled the silence within the four walls, the sigh escaping your lips being lost in the sound.

You didn’t know how you were the one to end up sleeping on the couch, you didn’t know why you were the one who felt the need to apologize when you did nothing wrong, and most of all you didn’t know why this couch had never felt more uncomfortable than it did at this moment. 

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A Stinky Situation

The latest villain mucks up Ladybug leading to an awkward situation between her and Chat. 


Ladybug was tired, sore and worst of all she stank. They had been trying to pin down the latest villain for the last four hours and were still not making any headway.

“Chat this thing is such a pain in the butt! We are not getting anywhere.”

Chat looked at her, and she could see it was wearing on him as well. “M’lady I pawsitivly agree. This should be easy. We have a good idea where the akuma is we just can’t seem to get close enough.”

The latest Parisian that had fallen victim to Hawkmoth was a street cleaner. His typically green uniform was now a mix of that green and Hawkmoths standard garish purple. His weapon of chose was what probably had been a leaf blower that now spewed garbage and sewage.

Ladybug huffed. “I can’t believe you abandoned me.”

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