jumping desks

My teacher threw a stack of books on a desk. Everyone jumped but I yelped and jumped and flinched. People noticed. I felt myself freeze up and the memories and the fear kept hitting me. I clawed at my arms under my sweater to keep me from crying out. All I could think of was you for the rest of the day. Any noise was you. Bald men? You. Deep voices? You. Your face was everyone and I was scared. I hate you i hate you i hate you

“The floor is lava…”, he whispered. Nobody heard him. And if they did they always chose to ignore him. “Hey! The floor…it’s…it’s lava”, he said a little louder. Amber gave him a quick glance then pretended he wasn’t there. It was like that one time he finally managed to confess to her in 9th grade. She had stared at him with a puzzled look on her face and then walked away without saying a single word. The next day he was as good as dead to her and her friends. He could still be in the same room as them but his presence got unacknowledged. “I am telling you! The floor is lava!” “Oh, fuck off, Jake”, said Amber. It was the first time Amber, let alone anyone, spoke to him since the death of his parents. A tear rolled over his cheek and was followed by a smile. “But but…”. “Listen to me Jake. The floor is lava, the sky is lava, the floor is my pussy…” (He could see Max picturing the latter in his mind’s eye), all of it.. just stop it, okay? This has been going on for days and nobody gives a damn. You are only making a fool of yourself Jake!“, she exclaimed. "Bet he wished the floor was your pussy”, howled Max. “Fucking loser." A smile appeared on Jake’s face. "See! Told you! He really wants the floor to be…” “Oh, shut up, Max!” Sweat started to drip from Jake’s forehead. He grinned. “The. Floor. Is. Lava.” 5…..4…..3….2….he jumped on his desk….1….and then watched Amber, Max and their friends being swallowed by the lava. Their screams music to his ears and the smell of their burning corpses something he would cherish forever. The same way he cherished that of his parents. “The floor is lava, bitch.”

Suga Daddy: Part 9

Suga Daddy: Part 9 (m)

Word count: 8.2k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dom!Yoongi, dirty talk, role-play (I’m sorry Yugyeom)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: It’s finally time for your showcase but Yoongi is nowhere to be found.

I know some of you have been reading this since the beginning and that’s crazy to me. Thank you so much for the constant support. I love you guys and Yoongi so yeah, onto the next chapter :) 

 Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

This week had been nonstop practice for you. You spent so much time at school or in your dance studio. The dance showcase was getting closer and closer but you were damn well ready. Plus like you had said, Yoongi was now at your place, at night like nothing had happened. He would come to your home, spend wonderful passionate nights with you, play with the dog and be gone before you woke up the next morning.

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The Train

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4201

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

 “I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

 Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says. 

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

 Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

 “Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.


Harry was annoyed.

It really hadn’t been his day at all. His morning was terrible, he woke up next to a blonde and he tried really hard to remember her name-only to fail. When he asked her to leave she insisted on making breakfast, to which Harry responded with “feel free to grab something and leave” and then he proceeded to shower. When he got out, the unknown girl stood in his kitchen making herself a smoothie and toast. Her red lips in a pout, “come on, you can’t be in that big of a rush,” Harry ended up calling security, she was crazy.

When he went into the studio he was blank, the songs he did come in with were rejected and he couldn’t find the energy or muse to write another one. He was out of inspiration, nothing amused Harry anymore. He found himself not enjoying the things he used to love, drinks seemed to be the only thing that made him feel something (and it was only for a little bit). He didn’t enjoy being surrounded by his friends and family, his love for writing was slipping through the cracks, and his energy was fading.

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i love jeremy’s GMod Murder strategy. lulling everyone into a false sense of security by playing little games with them. jumping over desks / putting snowmen hats on people and then brutally shanking them when they’re distracted. it’s so fucking ruthless. i love it.

Best Laid Plans

Properly late this time.

(Also posted on AO3)


“Alright!” Teddy said loudly clapping his hands.

Victoire rolled her eyes, “We’re all right ‘ere, Teddy. You don’t need to shout.”

“This is the very important first meeting of the-” Teddy hesitated and bought time by climbing up to stand on the empty teacher’s desk in the classroom they were meeting in, “The Cupid Club!”

Peter groaned.

“That is an 'orrible name,” Victoire frowned.

Daisy and Saanvi giggled, leaning into one another.

“Whatever,” Teddy said dismissively, “We can work out a better name later. The important thing is, we’re all here for one united purpose!” He paused to gesture dramatically and the other students stared at him, Daisy and Saavi giggled.

Teddy sighed, “You could show a little more enthusiasm, you know!”

“Should we clap?” Peter asked.

“Get on with it, Ted,” Victoire prompted with an exasperated smile.

Teddy said, “Fine. So, we’ve all seen my cousin and godfather, the illustrious Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy, flirting-”

“Insults really don’t seem like flirting to me,” Victoire said. To try and quell Teddy’s puppy dog expression she added, “They do look good together.”

Saanvi sighed, “Have you seen how Professor Potter smiles when Professor Malfoy talks with him?”

“He just lights up!” Daisy said with a giggle, “It’s the sweetest thing.”

“But what about Professor Malfoy?” Victoire said, “ 'E is always sneering and smirking at 'arry.”

“He stares at his arse.”

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Crazy World - Part One - FBI!Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: FBI!Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 12,027

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Orgasm Denial, Mentions of Alcohol, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Shower Sex, Daddy Kink, 

Notes: I’m sorry this came out as late as it did. And I decided to break it into two parts. I will get the second half out as soon as I can. Lemme know what you thinkkkkk.

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The Boss’s Cold Heart (M) | Chapter 1

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: angst, smut
Word count: 5.5k
Description: You worked for Park Jimin and his cold heart but it turned hot once you proofed him that you actually were a good employee.

Chapters: One | Two | Three 

Notes: This will be a series with a few chapters. Next chapter will follow soon. Hope you enjoy reading! And if there are any mistakes or if it’s not good, then please tell me. I’ll be glad! 


„What? A meeting with Park Jimin?“ you stuttered and you could barely breathe.

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I can’t believe  you're mine// Loki smut

Fandom: Avengers/ Loki Laufeyson 

Paring: Loki x reader

Warning: Smut (fluff) swearing 

A/N: Hey guys! I thought it was time to do a smut so here it is!

Originally posted by lokihiddleston


Loki was beautiful, I watched silently from the bed as he walked out of the huge Azguardian wash room, tiny droplets of water slithered down his perfectly sculptured chest. No wonder people worshiped him. However the more I watched him, the more I craved his touch. Loki had always been so gentle and considering when it came to being intimate. I had never been able to trust a guy enough to go all the way, I wanted to find someone special to be with, but I know I could trust Loki.

Slowly I got out from under the green silky sheets and made my way over towards Loki. When I reached him, I placed both of my hands on his bare back and traced patterns across the back of his neck, shoulder blades and arms. I could feel him tense every so often when I went over a scar. I gingerly placed small kisses on each and every one of them.

“ So beautiful “ I whispered as he turned his body to face me. As he did so my hands moved with him soon ending up on his chest, oh my gods.

“If anyone is beautiful, It’s you,” Loki said, his velvet voice echoing through the room. My cheeks grew even brighter when he started to trail his fingers up and down my clothed sides. My breath hitched when he reached my bare shoulders, his fingers left marks on my skin, unseen but prominent . Soon my body took over and I placed my lips over his, my hands reached up to pull on the tiny hairs at the back of his neck ,earning a moan from Loki.

The God began to walk forwards until my thighs were pressed against the desk, Loki softly grasped them and placed me on top of the desk. However his hands didn’t move from their current position but instead moved up and down my thighs. My hands made their way down his back to the brim of his towel that was secured tightly to his waist, but before I could loosen it, Loki had stepped away from me.

“ Wait, Y/N” he sighed shaking his head.

“ What Loki? I asked confusingly.

“Do you truly want this? With me?”

I nodded, jumping off the desk to meet him.

“ I want this, with you Loki” I said before he covered my lips with his. Once again he picked me up, but this time lay me on the bed before crawling up me. I giggled slightly when he stopped to kiss my stomach. Soon his hands where at the bottom of my shirt moving it up brushing my skin as he did so. Loki pulled my shirt over my head exposing my bare chest to him. Loki looked up at me with a smile on his face before latching on to my right nipple. I gasped as pure pleasure seeped through my body.

“Shit, Fuck oh my god!” I could feel Loki’s smirk widen as I moaned more and more. He soon moved on to the left causing me to moan just as much. After a while I pushed Loki back so he was lying on the bed, my hands crept towards his towel where his strong member had made a tent. I gingerly brushed over it ready to take it out but was stopped by Loki.

“W-what? I don’t understand- I thought-” I was cut off by him.

“ We are Y/N but this night is about you, Okay?” I gave in and nodded. Loki slowly pushed my back in to the mattress, slid down my shorts and pulled the sheets over him.

“I-is it going to hurt?” I stuttered.

“Only for a little while darling. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this my love?”

“Yes, I want to be with you this way” He nodded before pulling his towel off and dropping it on the floor, he positioned himself above me, intertwining our fingers, and entered me. I let out a small screech of pain, tears brimming in my eyes.

“ I’m fine, keep going” I told Loki after I noticed a look of worry spread across his face. However once he began to move the pain subsided and pleasure soon replaced it.

“ Oh my god Loki, yes!” I moaned loudly. Loki quickened his pace more and more until he too became a moaning mess.

“Yes!” I yelled as I felt him release inside of me. I too following after him.Loki buried his head in my neck, breathing heavily.

“I love you Y/N” he finally spoke after pulling out and laying next to me.

“I love you too Loki” I shuffled my head on too his chest as he draped his arm over my waist, both of us falling in to a peaceful slumber.    

The poor receptionists

So my players are in a port city after finding out they got some business there. The party consists of a half elf bard, half elf rogue, a monk taxabi(catfolk), a monk kenku, and a human wizard\warlock.

The offices they go to are right next to each other. At the first office, in the main lobby the kenku and monk harass the gnome receptionist by pretending to shoot the kenku and the kenku making annoying noises. When they go to the second office, the receptionist there (the first ones twin sister) did her best to ignore them to deny a audiance with a academic counsol (they insulted the wizard’s sanity).

Receptionist: (ignores)

Taxabi: i jump on the desk and nuzzle her face. (Proceeds to act this out by nuzzling my face).

Kenku: While she does that i’m going to make random noises that annoy people. (Acts out some sounds)

Bard: i sit on her desk and play every catchy song i can think of on my harp. (Sings some fricking song)

Wizlock: i start shouting all the reasons why i should be allowed an audiance. (Proceeds to act THIS out.)

Rogue (sitting next to me, acting this all out): *leans in* i can make them stop, just give us entry and an audience… (Repeats similar phrases).

This goes on for a bit, the gnome somehow ignoring them all. They do not pause in their acting in character the entire time. Then the taxabi remembers that she is wearing eyes of charming.

TM: i lean in front of her and cast charm person with my glasses. “Click”

Gnome passes the wisdom save.

TM: i lean in closer… And try again. “Click.”

Gnome passes again, barely this time.

TM: “Click.”

The Poor receptionist gets a nat 1, which they all see since they are all literally watching me roll.

They cheer as i shout in frustration but laugh at the same time. I am thinking of how to do this as they contiune on, then i smirk as i then shout out as loud as I can…

“FINE!”

I never seen them so happy to until then. I love my group so much.

Chemistry Class

Okay. So I was the only senior in my chemistry class. It one of the weirdest/best classes I’ve been in.

- One day we were doing notes and this kid, a theatre kid (whom I knew pretty well), asked about “the dress”. We literally stopped the lesson and had a 30 minute debate as to wether the dress was black and blue or white and gold.

- The theatre kid’s mom was the nurse. He ended up having snacks everyday. (This is second period, mind you, so he stopped by the nurse’s office during passing period, which is on the other side of the school.) One day he had Fruit Loops and he dropped one on the ground.

Girl: Eww! Don’t eat that! There’s probably poop particles from someone’s shoe on the floor!

Theatre Kid: Oh, Poop Loops! *Picks it up and eats it.*

- The sophomores and I played a game while the juniors were taking the ACT.

- Theatre Kid was banned from bringing food into class.

- For Mole Day we had a scavenger hunt around the school. The prize was dirt cake.

- We made cookies for our last lab. (I got stuck with Theatre Kid and my lab partner in my group. We ended up yelling at him because he put in the wrong ingredient. We had to dig it out.) (Trombonist in my next block class, whose never done a drug in his life, asked if I had weed.)

- We played games every Friday for our Bell Ringer. A few times desks would be knocked over. One time a kid jumped over a desk and almost fell. Another time a kid jumped over another kid.

- One time Theatre Kid knocked over a non-hazardous chemical. (I was at the lab beside him.) I kept making puns about it and he punched me. (I always give him a hard time.)

- Durning finals week our teacher gave us food everyday. I didn’t have finals one day (two out of four classes met the second day of finals), so I brought a hotdog to her room. She gave me the food for the last day of finals week because I didn’t have her class that day.

- I somehow managed to sit by this guy (both terms). This guy made puns literally every single day. One girl asked how I kept my sanity/said I needed a trophy.

- One time we were have the ‘jif’ 'gif’ debate. My teacher looked up a video of how to properly say it….. Twenty minutes later, we’re looking up pronunciations for other words. She clicks on a link that says, “Astronaut”.

Then, very quietly, we hear: ass nuts.

Everyone was dying and my teacher stopped because she didn’t want the principal to drop by and see us doing nothing.

- Teacher: *Showing us stuff in her room.* This is the Fume Hood. You’ll get chemicals from here and other things.

Pun Kid: So, you get your stuff from in the hood?

- One time Pun Kid made a joke and the teacher asked him to leave.

- One time I went home sick during chemistry. (Like I was literally bawling in front of my teacher because I was in so much pain.) I ended up taking a nap when I got home. Woke up to my dad on the phone at 3:30. Apparently my teacher called and asked if I was alright.

- Teacher wouldn’t let us leave on our last day unless we gave her a hug.

It was a really hard class (science isn’t my strong-suit), but it was actually a really fun class.

Paper Hearts

A stupidly fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration


Simon

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Meet me in Room 172.

           I refold the note, noticing how the paper has already settled into well-known creases since this morning.  It’s not the first anonymous note I’ve gotten over the past week, but it’s the first time the writer has made a move beyond waxing poetic.

           The Watford halls are sickening today, even to me.  I understand the appeal of decorating for Christmas, but Valentine’s Day?  It just seems a little patronizing to adorn the walls in that many paper hearts, whether the hearts can magically float around people’s heads or not.  And it’s not that I’m a cynic, but Valentine’s Day this year was set to be a difficult one for me, since I no longer have Agatha to dote upon.

           But as I slip the little creased note back into my pocket and make for Room 172, the paper hearts seem less mocking and my own beating heart feels just a bit lighter.

           When I reach the door I falter, doubts rushing to my head.  What if there’s no one there?  And what if there is?  Then what?

           But I turn the knob and shove open the door.

           And immediately I see who’s waiting and I hate the thrill that bolts through me, and I wish that I had turned back.

           Baz’s face goes red when he sees me and I wonder briefly if I’ve seen him this angry before, so enraged that he turns colour.

           “What,” he seethes, “are you doing here?”

           “What am I doing here?” I spit back, my heart sinking and racing at once.  “What are you doing here?”

           “None of your business,” he growls, sitting on one of the desks and pointedly looking anywhere but at me.

           Everything in me is boiling.  I’m angry and I’m disappointed at once, but I puff up my pride and stalk over to another desk and sit down to wait.  Maybe the fates will be on my side for once and the mystery writer will reveal themselves yet.

           Although, would that be the fates with me or against me?  Because everything right now is looking like Baz wrote the note, and sitting here in the empty classroom full of paper hearts with him just a few desks away, it’s getting harder to ignore the buzzing under my skin and harder to ignore the fact that he is the common denominator.

           The clock ticks away like a drumbeat and I stare at the door, hoping, praying for something to happen.

           “Why are you here?”

           I throw a glance over at Baz, who has turned his head so that he can see me without looking at me.  “If you must know,” I reply sharply, “I’m waiting for someone.”

           “Really?”

           “You think I’m lying?”

           “I think you’re pathetic.”

           I have to squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten like Penny told me before I can breathe evenly again.  “What’s your excuse, Basil?” I grit through my teeth. “Why do you have to be here?  Has no one invited you across the threshold?” It’s a lame dig, but I know it will be effective, whether he shows it or not.  If there’s anything I’ve learned from being his enemy it’s that vampire jokes are a no-no.

           “I told you, it’s none of your business.”

           “Can’t you take your business elsewhere, then?”

           “No.”

           “Arse.”

           “Prat.”

           When I turn to throw another insult at him, the sun through the window catches the side of his face and turns his eyes to silver… and the insult dies in my throat.

           Beautiful.

           I try to stomp on the thought.  No.

           But it’s too late.  

           It’s there.  It’s taken root.

           And the longer I look at him the more it flowers.

           Another thought bubbles up to the surface almost tentatively.  Are you sure it wasn’t him?

           As much as I know I should try to extinguish that notion along with the previous, I let it linger.  If I think back on it, I don’t think I ever have seen him angry enough to turn red.

           So maybe he’s not angry.  

           Maybe it’s something else.

           When he meets my eye, I’m still staring at him, and his gaze darts away again, but his cheeks.

           They go pink, and there’s no anger in his eyes.  Only uncertainty.

           His silver eyes.

           And all at once, I decide to change everything.

Baz

“Alright, Baz,” comes Simon’s soft voice, “you can drop the act.”

           I turn to look at him again, and it’s like looking at the sun because I can feel his image scorching onto my retinas.  Meeting Simon Snow’s gaze is something that can only be done in doses, for me at least, I don’t know why.

           Well, I know why, but I can’t logically explain it.

           “Act?” I repeat dumbly.

           He slides off the desk and takes a slow step in my direction, and even that is enough to set my heart hammering.  “Yes,” he says, “act.”

           “I don’t know what -”

           “I think you do,” he interrupts me, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He pauses for a breath, like he’s second-guessing himself, but then he meets my eyes again.  “I think you wrote the notes.”

           My brain screeches to a halt and nothing makes sense.  “Notes,” I reply, and I hate myself because the boy I’m head-over-heels for is actually not at my throat and I sound like a parrot.

           He seems to get a burst of confidence.  “It’s okay, Baz,” he goes on, still slowly advancing, “I don’t mind, but you could have just said something.”

           I have nowhere to go.  I want to leap up from my spot and run, but I can’t.  Even in all this, my pride wins.  I’m on a desk in the middle of an empty classroom, and I’m cornered.  “Said something,” I stammer, “about what?”

           He shrugs, right in front of me now.  “Anything from any of the notes, which were unbelievably mushy, by the way. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

           “Hang on,” I stop him, unable to keep from shrinking back.  “You’ve been getting notes?”

           “All week,” he grins, “though I didn’t realize it was you until I got here.  I have to say, that last one was weak poetry. I mean, ‘roses are red, violets are blue’?”

           Something in my brain clicks and I swear I hear a ding.  “‘Meet me in Room 172’,” I finish with a sinking feeling.

           His face lights up like all the stars in the sky are in his eyes.  “I knew it was you,” he murmurs, and – Crowley – his gaze flickers to my mouth, no more than a foot away.

           And I want it.  I want to keep quiet and let him close the distance.  Hell, I want to do it myself.

           But I reach into my pocket and pull out the scrap of paper from inside.  “Then I hate to tell you this, Snow,” I say quietly, my heart breaking, “but I didn’t do it.”

           He looks away from my eyes for the first time and his brow scrunches up when he sees the note in my hand.  He takes it from me and unfolds it, his eyes scanning over the words again and again, the same little three-line poem.  I watch as he checks his pockets, finding an identical note in his jeans, and the penny drops.

           “It wasn’t you,” he says, almost to himself, and his face falls.

           “I’ve been getting anonymous notes all week, too,” I confess.  “It’s a trick on both of us.”

           His hands are shaking.  “Why would anyone do this?” he asks quietly, his face reddening, and I can’t tell whether it’s with embarrassment or anger or sadness, or all of the above.

           “I don’t know,” I stand at last and saunter over to lean against the wall, grateful for some air that isn’t charged with proximity.  “People are dicks, I guess.”

           “And you swear that you had nothing to do with it?”  He won’t look at me at all now.

           “I swear.”

           He squeezes his eyes shut and I half expect tears to appear on his cheeks, but he just nods once and turns to march towards the door.

           An image flashes through my brain, of his eyes boring into mine, of how they flickered down to my flustered mouth.

           And suddenly I decide that I’ve had enough of this.

           “Simon.”

           He stops dead in his tracks.  “What?” he says without looking at me.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What for?  You said you didn’t do anything.”  His voice sounds sore, like he is fighting tears after all.

           “I’m sorry that you thought it was me,” I tell him, “because…” I trail off, unsure how to finish.

           “Because what?”

           I wish he would look at me.  “I hate to ask, but did you mean any of that?”

           “About not minding if it was you?”  He sighs like he’s given up.  “Yes. I meant all of it.”

           He meant all of it.  From the words to the glance at my lips.  All of it.

           He shoots me a red-faced glare at my silence.  “Happy?”

           I stare back, and I can feel a big stupid grin bubbling up.  “Yes, actually.”

           That catches him off-guard.  “Why?”

           “Because I wouldn’t mind if it was you, either,” I blurt out before I can lose my nerve.

           His eyebrows finally un-furrow and he meets my eyes properly.  I know that I’m turning pink again, but as he starts to step towards me, I hold his gaze.

           When he’s right in front of me again, close enough that I have to look down to see him, he whispers “You mean…”

           One of the paper hearts littering the room suddenly jumps up off a desk, and I don’t know if they’ve been charmed to target fools in love or not, but it starts to dance around my head.

           Simon chuckles at the heart.  “Is that a yes?”

           I allow myself a tempered version of the big stupid grin.  “You could say that.”

           The heart swoops in front of my eyes, and I lazily wave it away.

           Simon stands on tiptoe and plucks the heart from the air by my eyes, and we’re no further than a breath apart.

           And then he leans in the rest of the way.

Agatha

Penny squeezes my hand hard when they finally fall together, and I squeeze back.  Stealthily she snaps a silent photo on her phone, and I make a mental note to get her to send it to me later.  The fruits of our labours.

           We step back from the open door of Room 172 as quietly as we can, but I doubt we need to worry.  Simon and Baz are both far too occupied to notice us.

           Penny keeps hold of my hand as we make a break for it, waiting until we’re around several corners before speaking.

           “Damn,” she grins at me, “we are good.”

           All I can do is grin back, still holding her hand as we stroll down the hallway, kicking up clouds of red paper hearts.

Seven Days With Bangtan | Yoongi


Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader)

Genre: Smut

Words: 1,928

Tags: Make Up Sex, Dominant 


Monday.

You walk into Yoongi’s home studio, watching as the boy played the piano, The sound almost like a lullaby. You watch as he concentrates on making every note perfectly, pausing to write them down.

You bite your bottom lip as you walk towards the sofa on the other side of the room. You sit, pulling your feet up as you continue watching him.

It has been three days since he has utter a word towards you. Not even a glance has been thrown in your general direction. You think back to three days ago, the way he threw his laptop on the ground with so much force.

You had to admit that the action had scared you, but you didn’t say anything as he walked angrily out of the room. You regretted not paying more attention to what you had been doing.

You think back to three days ago, when the silent treatment he was still giving you had started. You had been working on a project for the microbiology on Monday.

The computer’s memory was so fulled that you had to delete a few things. Most of the files on that computer were yours, but on occasion Yoongi used it when he had new ideas. You didn’t think anything of it as you saved your documents.

The next day Yoongi had walked angrily into your room, He had your laptop in his hands as he looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “Did you touch my computer?” He asks as he waves it in the air.

“Yeah, I used it for a project for school. Mine was broken” You say as you out the book you were reading down on the bed beside you. “Why? What’s wrong?”

He scoffs as he shuts his eyes, “What’s wrong, you ask?” Yoongi asks as he looks around the room, the bags under his eyes showing exactly how exhausted he was.

You frown as you watch him run a hand down his face, chuckling to himself. “Well did you by any chance delete some files?” He asks as his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah, a few of mine. Why?” You ask as you stand up, walking up to him. When you went to touch his cheek, you watch as he jerks away from you . You frown as you look up at him, “What’s wrong?”

“They weren’t all yours” He yells, “You deleted my music file, all the songs for my new album were in there!” Yoongi says.

“How could you do something so stupid!” Yoongi yelled, “Do you know how hard I worked for this and you just fucked it up in three seconds”

You don’t say anything as he starts to pace around the room, breathing heavily. You frown as he continues to yell, feeling anger radiating out of him. But he still had no right to tell you those things, he didn’t have to yell or call you names.

You don’t say anything as he throws his laptop across the room, you could tell that he was pissed. Talking would only make him even more angry, you hug your body as he stomped out of the room.

Now you look at him once again, watching as he worked on those deleted songs. The bags under his eyes making him look even more exhausted.

The deadline was near and he hasn’t taken a break even once. You hug your legs closer to your body, resting your chin on your knees as you try to think of how to begin a conversation.

You weren’t even sure if he would answer you back, but you still wanted to try. You stand up, walking towards the older boy as quietly as you could.

Yoongi sighs as he  hears your small steps on the wooden floor, you were a sneaky person to begin with. He wanted to apologize to you, about what  had happened three days ago.  

He just didn’t know where to start, he had found the album file in another folder on his computer. He couldn’t help but feel extremely bad that he had yelled at you for no reason. The only reason he had been giving you the silent treatment was because he didn’t know how to make it up to you.

He closes his eyes as he feels your stare on him, he could feel your presence behind him. He let out a deep breath as he feels your hands on his shoulders.

“Yoongi?” you ask as you slowly move your hands up and down his arms. “Can we talk?” Your voice was small, you didn’t want to see his angry side again.

You feel his hand on your wrist, feeling him pull you forward. You sat on his lap and with a frown you look down at him. You watch as Yoongi leans up before he presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is gentle and slow, his hand going to the your cheek as he deepens the kiss. He pulls away slowly, “I’m sorry” You hear him say.

“I’m sorry” he repeats, you frown as you look into his tired eyes. “Why should you be sorry?” You ask him.

You watch as he gives you small smile, the smile he would only give to you when he did something wrong or when you didn’t agree with him on something.

Your eyebrows furrow as you look down at him. You watch as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. “I was an asshole” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist a he pulls you as close as possible.

“I was wrong to yell at you” He continues, “You don’t have to keep apologizing, I should’ve paid more attention” You say as you stand up, looking at at him as you jump up on the desk.

Yoongi licks his lips with a skeptical look on his face. He wanted to explain more of the situation, but maybe somethings he should just keep to himself. He certainly didn’t need to have you mad at him, especially when it was all his doing.

He stands up , biting his lip he walks towards you. You watch as he pushes your legs apart, standing in between them. “Let me make it up to you” he whispers against your lips.

You don’t reply as you feel his hand on the inside of your thigh, a small smile on your face as you feel him get closer to your underwear.  "Is that how you’re going to make it up to me?“

Yoongi smirks as his fingers comes into contact with your clit. The rough material of your panties making it all the more pleasurable. Your heartbeat quickens when he pushes them aside.

You gasp as you feel him push a finger inside of you. Yoongi watches with hooded eyes as your mouth opens up in a gasp, smirking slightly as he saw pleasure overcome you.

You feel his nose brushing against the side of your neck as he leaned closer to you. Yoongi moves his finger in and out of you slowly, listening as you start to moan.

“I love it when you make that sound” Yoongi says as he pushes another finger inside of you. “How about you make some more”

You feel Yoongi’s other hand around your underwear, pulling before you heard a snap sound across the room. “That was one of my favo-” You gasp as you feel him curl his fingers inside on you.

“What was that?” Yoongi says with a smirk, “I didn’t quite catch that” You moan as you feel him curl his fingers once again.

He starts to move his fingers in and out of you, his other hand going the zipper of your sweatshirt. His hand slowly pulling down the zipper, putting your naked chest.

You feel him pull his fingers out of you, watching as he held them in front of your mouth. Yoongi watches with lustful eyes as his fingers near your lips. You taste yourself as he pushes his fingers into your mouth.

He watches with an intense look in his eyes at the way your lips wrap themselves around his fingers. He grunts as he feels your tongue on his fingers, “God, I’ve missed your tongue” he says as he pulls away, grabbing your face as his lips landed on yours.

The kiss was passionate, fast and needy. His hands move down to your chest, groping your breast as you felt his tongue in your mouth.

You moan against his mouth as his thumb flicked your nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and finger. Yoongi kisses down your neck, undoing the buttons of his jeans.

Yoongi pushes his pants down, letting his hard length slap against the bottom of his shirt. You push him away, kneeling in front of him.

As soon as your mouth made contact with his member, Yoongi moans out loud. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair, pushing you further down his length.

Yoongi feels a shiver run down his spine the moment he heard you gag against his member. He leans forward, his hand on the desk as he feels his legs loose their strength.

You pull away, looking up at him. His mouth was half open, his eyes were closed and you watch as he stick his tongue out, licking his lips.

His eyes snap open, finding their way to you. “Bend over” he says, gesturing to his desk. You quickly do as he says, finding yourself get wetter by the second.

Yoongi wasted no time as the pushed the head of his member to your entrance, moaning as he felt just how wet you were. His breathing quickens as he pushes his length further into you, both of your moan filling the once silent room.

As he pushes himself deeper inside of you, his hands go around your front, hands groping your breasts as he pulls back out and pushes back deeper. You moan at the full feeling he gave you every time he thrusts inside of you.

The force he was giving was enough to let you know that you would have bruises on your hips from how hard they were hitting the desk. But the pain was overtaken by the pleasure you were receiving.

Yoongi reaches forward, his hand going around the front of your throat. Pulling you back against his chest, this time he feels himself going deeper. “You feel so good around me” Yoongi moans into your ear as he moves his hips up in sharp and hard thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum” You whimper out as that familiar feeling in your stomach starts to build up. You feel one of his hand reach down, rubbing circles on your clit.

“Do it” Yoongi whispers into your ear, his hand around your throat tightening slightly, “Cum for me”

You feel your orgasm wash over you. Yoongi feels his muscles around his stomach tightening as he releases his cum into you. His hips jerking as he came down from his high.

The room was silent, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the both of you breathing heavily. You stand up from the wooden desk, feeling your legs wobble as you turn around. You look at Yoongi as he sat back on the chair, “Well that was fun”, he says.

You laugh as you pick up his shirt, putting it on. You walk towards him, taking a sit on his lap. “Is it wrong that I like our method of making up after a fight?” He asks.


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43. “Are you drunk?” Paperhat :3. I love your writing too. You're just amazing!!

“Are you drunk?”

Dementia stepped into Dr. Flug’s private quarters cautiously. She eyed the empty bottles of cheap beer scattered across the floor, and then her friend, who sat slumped over at his desk. Slowly, she picked her way over to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder

“Flug are you-” Suddenly, Flug snapped to attention, nearly falling backwards out of his chair, and staring at Dementia through fogged up goggles. He stammered out,

“Wha? What are you… oh…”  He reached up under his crinkled bag and rubbed at his eyes. “HEy, DementiA!”

“Ah jeez, Flug, how much did you drink?” Dementia asked. The doctor held his hand in front of his face and tried to count on his fingers.

“Uhh… one, two…. Three??? Four. Maybe 5?” he muttered. Then Flug lurched in his chair and stood up to face Dementia. “ ‘M not sure!”

Taking another look, Dementia noticed their were were only 3 beers that were actually empty on the floor; she sighed internally in relief.

“All right, how ‘bout you sit down and we can have a lil’ chat,” she said. Then she guided her friend back into his seat, and hoisted herself onto his desk. “Why’d you feel like drinking?”  

Flug slammed him face down onto the desk with a loud THUNK, and groaned. His next ‘words’ sounded as if someone had managed to say a keyboard smash out loud, which caused Dementia even more concern.

“FLuuuuuuuggggg, what’s happening in that super smart noggin?” The doctor shifted so he could look the girl in the eye.

“Toooooo, many feeeeeelings, Dem,” Flug slurred.

“What KINDA feelings?”

“Heart stuff, like, bang bang in my chest and uhhhhhhhh, ya know?” Dementia was trying so hard not to laugh, but the way Flug was looking at her like he’d just revealed some big secret made her double over with laughter.

“You have a crush on someone!! Oh my gosh are you serious!? That’s why you’re drinking!!??” Even with his bag on, Dementia could tell that Flug was blushing, as the skin disappearing under the bag’s fringe was turning pink.

“I-its not f-funny DEM!” Flug shouted and folded his arms tightly across his chest like a pouty child. “I *hic* don’t want to feeeeeel things about him.”

“HIM!!!??? HIM!!!!!” Dementia jumped off the desk and began to bounce in front of Flug on tip-toe. Flug made that keyboard smash sound again, then promptly fell out of his chair and began to roll across the floor in no particular direction, just to get away from Dementia. She followed close behind. “Unless you’ve been getting out of the house Flug, which I KNOW you haven’t, there is ONE him in this house and-”

“StttoooooOOOOPP,” Flug groaned and slapped his hand up at Dementia’s face, then curled into tighter ball on the floor.

“I can’t believe this!”

“I’m gonna kill yah… and then ‘M gonna drown myself with drink.”

“No you’re not, silly! You and I are gonna swap stories about Blackhat now, and both reminisce over our mutual love for him! Although…” Dementia laid down and next to Flug and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Your ‘love’ is probably more genuine than mine, come to think of it. You’ve worked with him longer, know him better than any of us, and honestly sometimes I think I like him just cause he’s the only person around worth liking!” Flug glared at Dementia over his shoulder.

“I find that offensive, “ he huffed. Dementia made a gagging noise and then pushed him away from herself.

“That wasn’t meant to say you’re not worth liking, ya dolt. Just that you’re more like a brother to me or something,” she said. “Or like, you’re my best friend, and it would be weird to like you.”

“Yeah, whatever, Dem….” For a moment, Flug fell silent, as if he had snapped out of his slightly drunken stupor and become very much aware of what was happening all around him.

“What do you mean by all that though?” he asked quietly.

“Well, I guess I mean what you’d probably have a chance with Blackhat. I mean, I see the way that he looks at you after filming, when you’ve gotten hurt in some way? He seems worried, and he always tells 5.0.5 to check on you. A few times, I’ve even caught him checking in on you’re while you sleep, or carrying you to your room if you crash in the lab. He’s gentle in those moments, and I never see him like that anywhere else, or with anyone else.” Dementia crawled over Flug’s prone body to curl up facing him.

“You see, he acts really tough, but I’ve seen him with genuine fear in his eye over losing you. That one time you got kidnapped and held for ransom, he acted cool and collected when giving 5.0.5 and I instructions, but I saw him tearing apart everything in his room afterwards in rage. He… he almost killed me when he learned that I had failed to protect you…but you see, I know he cares for me too, ‘cause he didn’t. And later, when we got you back, he patted me on the back and said ‘you’re forgiven, but don’t let that happen again.” Dementia rolled onto her back, so he didn’t have to see the way that Flug was staring at her through his goggles.

“Now, you may say that Black hat just cares about you because you make him money, but… I don’t think that’s it, Flug. We’re his family in a way, and he won’t ever admit that, but we know it’s true. “ Dementia giggled. “I’m his annoying little sister, 5.0.5 the overly affectionate pet, and you? You mean the most to him, you’re… what he wishes was his love.”

The room fell silent.

As Flug’s gaze bored into the side of her head, Dementia grew increasingly uncomfortable, until she shot up to her feet and shouted,

“Well you know, I’m probably actually a lesbian for all I know!”

That got Flug laughing.

“Hey don’t laugh at me, mister! I have seen, like one girl, and she was hella hot okay! I saw her outside and was just like ‘wowie! Look at that artwork strolling down the street! Hey! It’s not FUNNY!” Flug was wheezing with laughter, sitting up and holding his sides trying to breathe.

“Holy Shit, DEm! I’m gonna die!” he gasped. Then that moment of awe striking clarity ended, and Flug became slurred with his drunkenness again.

Struggling to his feet, Flug began to stumble towards the door, but Dementia caught him, asking,

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m gonna go get Blackhat to confess his love for me!” Flug slurred. Now any good friend would have sat their friend down and told them to sleep off the drink so they didn’t do something they’d regret in the morning. Dementia, was not a good friend.

“Holy shit, I gotta see this go down! Let me get my phone!”


The next morning

Phone recording—

“Hey, it Dementia, here to bring you the aftermath of Flug’s Drunken Shenanigans! Let’s see what’s behind door number 1!”

“GET OUT DEMENTIA!!”

“OH MY GOSH YOU GUYs-”

“IF YOU ARE ABOUT TO IMPLY WHAT I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO IMPLY YOU’RE WRONG!”

“Wha? What’s going on? Dementia?”

“Flug! Flug what happened!!! You’ll tell me the truth!!”

“What? Nothing happened Dementia, we just feel asleep.”

“YEAH, SO GET OUT NOW!”

“You guys are boring! You just cuddled and-”

“THERE WAS NO CUDDLING!!”

“Actually sir-”

“YOU GET OUT TOO FLUG!”

“But sir I-”

“I WAS JUST MAKING SURE YOU DIDN’t KILL YOURSELF WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK!”

“Then why did you hold on so tightly and start purring like a-”

“OUT! OUT! OUT!”

—end recording

“Sooooo, that went better then expected,” Dementia hummed. Staring Flug down as they both stood outside Blackhat quarters, where he had just slammed the door in their faces, she grinned mischievously and winked. “So what did happen, in there, Flug?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, Dementia.” Flug stated firmly.

“So you DID kiss him!!” Flug began to stammer and blush.

“NO! I didn’t say that!!

“It was implied! I’m gonna go shout this from the rooftops!”

“No you’re not!”

“Am too!” Dementia took off running down the hall.

“Get back here!” And with that, Flug sprinted off after her.

Meanwhile, in his quarters, Black hat sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Damn his cute scientist, and damn that annoying Dementia, he thought. They were going to be the end of him.


I hope this is to your liking? I was laughing for a good portion for writing this, and so thank you for this wonderful request! Anyone and everyone feel free to send me more writing prompts!

I made the mistake of reading the new Killing Stalking chapter at work. When Sangwoo appeared in this panel I jumped up from my desk and scream at the top of my voice “MOTHER FUCKER’s GONNA DIE NOW”. I said it so freaking loud my co-workers jumped out of their seats as well. True story. Killing Stalking is like watching an horror movie with your grandparents. Once a scary scene happens and they jump, you end up jumping too.


Wow, look at my hands, they still shaking. WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO UNTIL NEXT WEEK?!?! 

Spiderman’s(?) Abs - Part 2

Request: Could u make a part 2 to this where he actually tells her he’s spider man and she is all cute about it and the same kinda snarky and adorable way she was in this!?

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

16. “If I had a choice to kiss you…or to breathe…well, i’d breathe,”

A/N: SO im including the first request and number 16 in this fic.

Word Count: 858 (so short)

Warnings: More Abs

Masterlist

Part 1

You and Peter had been dating for about a month now. And after much persistence, you did eventually see Peter’s abs.

Mind you it was accidental.

So was finding out he was Spiderman.

One night, you were sitting in your bedroom doing your homework when suddenly someone tapped your shoulder.

You jumped out of your desk chair and screamed.

Behind you stood Spiderman.

“Spiderman? Oh my god. Why are you here?”

You could see Spiderman’s mouth moving under his mask but you couldn’t understand what he was trying to say to you.

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to lift the mask off your mouth. I’m partial deaf and i read lips but I can’t understand what you’re saying,”

Spiderman was clutching his side, and you could see him wince in pain when he reached his arm up to lift his mask so it sat above his mouth.

“I’m hurt and I need help,” Spiderman said.

“What’s wrong?” You asked

Spiderman lifted his hand off his side, showing you the slash in his suit with blood slowly dripping through the cut.

“Oh god,” you muttered.

“Here, sit down,” You directed Spiderman to sit in your desk chair.

“I’ll be right back with supplies. You'e going to have to remove that suit,”

You left the room and went to your kitchen to retrieve your first aid kit. When you came back into your room, Spiderman sat in your chair with the shit puled off of his chest, leaving it dangling from his waist.

“Shit,”  you muttered yourself.

Spiderman was hot.

You put the first aid kit on your desk and opened it, pulling out everything you needed.

As you started to clean the hero’s wound, you couldn’t help but stare at Spiderman’s abs.

Peter. Peter. Peter. You love Peter. Peter is your boyfriend. Stop ogling the masked man who just showed up at your window.

When you were finished cleaning up Spiderman’s wound, you looked up at him.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem. You can sit here while you catch your breath, if you want,”

Spiderman nodded and sunk into the chair.

“So what happened?” You asked, pointing to his wound.

“I was attacked. Let me just say there were giant claws,”

“Can I ask you something else?”
“Sure,”

“Why did you come here? And how did you know to not knock on my window? I mean did you knock on my window?it’s not like I’d know. But when I didn’t answer my window why didn’t you move on to someone else’s? Why did you break into my house to get my help?”

Spiderman went to say something but you but him off.

“Oh my god, you know me, don’t you? Ok so if I know you, and you know i’m deaf, I suppose that narrows it down to my entire school, my neighbours, my family, or a few people I’ve run into,”

“And you have abs so that really narrows it down to who it could be. I mean-“

Suddenly Spiderman shot out of his chair and jumped forward at you. He moved towards you and tried to place his lips on yours. You quickly moved your hand in front of your mouth to block his lips.

“Look, no offence but If I had a choice to kiss you…or to breathe…well, i’d breathe,”

“What?” Spiderman said

“I have a boyfriend. Now, I very much admire what you do, and if I didn’t have a boyfriend, believe me, your suit would have come all the way off, but I can’t do this,” you explained

“Well then I guess there’s something you should know,”

Suddenly Spiderman reached up and pulled off his mask.

“Oh my god, Peter,” you said

“Hey darling,” Peter smiled, leaning forward to kiss you.

You immediately pulled back.

“I have sO MANY QUESTIONS! First of all. I knew it. I knew it. I knew you abs. I also called it. You’re Spiderman. Why didn’t you tell me a month ago when I asked you if you were Spiderman? I’m kind of hurt that you didn’t tell me sooner. Oh my god my boyfriend is Spiderman,”

“Y/N, there was like one question in there, slow down,”

“Oh my god and you’re hurt. Peter are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Thank you for fixing me up,”

“I still can’t believe my boyfriend is Spiderman. I was right. This is a way better secret than you having a crush on me,”

Peter smiled, and pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Does this mean I get to see your abs more often now?”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Whatever you want Y/N,”

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The Mighty Eric

Summary: Prompt 26 with Eric please xxxx

Characters: Eric Coulter, Reader

Fandom: Divergent

Word Count: 708

Requested: Anon

Prompt: 26. “Honey you’re sick. Go lay down, I’ll make you some soup.”

AN:SURPRISE!!!! I have posted a new this!! I am so sorry that it took so long to get this done and I hope this is what you wanted!

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

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