Summery: Theo finally has some fun with his childhood crush
Warnings: Teaseing, 18+ gif under cut
“Hey, you want a ride?” Theo called as he spotted you
walking home alone. “Come on, we live right next door it’s not like it’s out of
He growled to himself when you shyly shook your head and
hurried away. He liked to think he’d moved on from pre-school, but here he was,
feeling like he was back in first grade. Except now you were hot and didn’t
have any building blocks for him to knock over.
He made such an idiot of himself in first grade, tiddling
after you, stealing toys and pulling your pigtails in utter desperation to get
your attention. He would forever be sat on the naughty step watching other kids
play with you, his best friend and neighbour, simply because he’d not wanted to
Theo let his mind run over his most recent daydreams as he
stopped at a red light. There was no doubt in his mind you’d be submissive, the
scent of complains clouded his head every time he passed you in the corridor,
making it hard not to just throw and arm over your shoulder and steer you to an
empty class room.
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Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.
Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way
that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly
successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.
The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must
be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a
tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.
Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a
gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He
was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly
hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his
clothes and skin.
Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going
out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man.
He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.
And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men
wrapped around your finger.
You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in
the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His
blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in
his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly
You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling
confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised,
leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.
“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a
smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your
confidence and began to flounder.
He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”
So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You
talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By
the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.
It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had
been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local
mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked
in. What a dream meeting.
He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his
slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on
full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk,
wiping his hands off on a rag.
“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was
so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy
smile. God, he was beautiful.
“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the
past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had
trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It
revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.
“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”
He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As
you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.
It was only a couple months later that you found out the two
of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having
been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing
wrong with it.
“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a
shy smile on his face.
“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had
added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.
After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat
“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a
pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his
hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not
that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.
Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat
drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.
“What is it?” You asked, frowning.
“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that
would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He
took forever to get to the point.
You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted
out, “What do you think about polyamory?”
Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”
The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.
“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked,
earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never
even putting the cup down.
“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both
willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a
considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like
both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.” He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk.
“We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people
find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”
Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke
up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”
“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think
about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions
“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re
closing a business deal?”
“I am a business man.”
“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”
“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”
You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly
because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.
“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.
And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon
to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.
You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first
and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.
“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know
that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since
our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk
was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s
“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips
at the question.
“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end
well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy.
Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to
searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes
widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be
asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“
You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached
to table with a sigh.
“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You
smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair
“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it.
What’s your answer, ____?”
“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you
keep up this cold-guy façade!”
“It’s not a façade.”
“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin
“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across
You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk
heaved a sigh of relief.
“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon
bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.
A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was
going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been
living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open
arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.
Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get
everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You
stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men
for when they got home.
At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince
them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized
how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when
you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you
for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.
You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like
that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you
managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you
didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.
You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.
Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one
day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang.
Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to
When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was
probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her
shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of
sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight
red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.
When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to
see it was you and the smile faded.
“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held
some degree of malice.
Joon and Guk? They
must be close. You thought.
“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15
“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you
up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her
hair over her shoulder with a sigh.
“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”
She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway?
A house sitter?”
You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”
“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll
just come by again when one of them’s home.”
With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the
hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over
to get the food out.
Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud
“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called
to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”
“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You
didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be
honest, you didn’t really care enough.
“Nah, I’ll wait.”
And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for
dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all
headed to bed.
To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor
until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.
This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair
of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t
have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.
“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.
“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.
“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into
the house. “Gukkie, baby!”
Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused
look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty
look on that man’s face.
“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you
“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and
Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.
“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”
“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry
“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls
to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room
towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”
“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always
been the sensible one.”
There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole
through the girl.
“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their
attention to you.
She was about to say
something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.
“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before
shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he
“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the
same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or
I’ll throw you out myself.”
“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To
show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.
“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m
just trying to fix things.”
“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted,
gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.
“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko.
We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.
“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon
snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”
Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it
was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she
stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.
“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.
“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of
the living room to his office.
Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.
“I don’t want talk about it _____.”
“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too
disappeared. This time to the bedroom.
You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.
You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old
drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to
stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office
to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the
You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly
you were growing tired of it.
Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.
It was 11:45 before
Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and
his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso,
he smelled like he’d been drinking.
That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.
“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on
a coat hook.
“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say
something to piss him off.
“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”
You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”
“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.
“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve
been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both
doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could
hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.
“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”
You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one
acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her
showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so
bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset
“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon
shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like
Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the
wall watching it all unfold.
“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the
problem is?” You whispered.
You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously
hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the
You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the
sting of tears.
“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks
baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your
“…she cheated on us.
Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though
I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”
Yongguks words passed through your mind.
Did Keiko showing back
up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?
You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t
stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching
nighttime television and holding in your tears.
A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk
to you about it all.
“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely
understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your
eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a
“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to
stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.
Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”
“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.
“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at
you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I
was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she
just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait
for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on
you. On both of you.”
“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.
Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to
You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”
“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take
this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”
“Real subtle Guk.”
“I am who I am, Joon.”
“You’re a joke.”
“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”
Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In
an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was
creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers
from your lips.
Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so
you could lean against his lap.
“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out,
feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.
Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet
pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.
“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”
“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk
asked, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your
“Yes, what baby?”
“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded,
you could see him grinding against the bed.
Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was
worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He
was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your
cunt as he tasted you.
“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh?
How’s her cunt taste?”
Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over
“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly
introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy.
“God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”
“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping
Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon
dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.
“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a
groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.
Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling
wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of
you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s
hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive
nipples between his fingers.
“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt
hugging his intruding fingers.
“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your
Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan
skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to
swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a
moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of
cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting
kiss on your clit.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground
out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.
Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly
petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of
“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”
“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his
fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your
lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped
out, making the younger man groan.
“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”
Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into
your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him
stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and
slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding
against Namjoon’s cock.
“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon
ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”
Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack
your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his
pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before
you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to
both men’s touches.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips
faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your
skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately
trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he
continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.
“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.”
Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.
Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt,
letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell
backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began
to soften inside you before he pulled it out.
“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting
against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.
Then, he switched places with Yongguk.
You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk
took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers,
letting his hard cock out.
“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all
sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars,
pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”
Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t
get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s
gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.
“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning
down to kiss your head.
Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick
against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying
out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never
failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His
thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum.
But, he would never dare neglect you.
His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm,
already sensitive to his touches.
“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”
Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his
soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds,
not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in
your head as you began to cum.
“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”
“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your
Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping
a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through
your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.
A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the
feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts,
letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After
a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall
to the bed.
“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed
beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.
After a moment of silence, you spoke.
“So…you don’t love her?”
Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.
“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.
“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.
“Who invited you?”
it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.
Lucien lounged in his desk seat. In the margins of his notes he doodled an intricate pattern of bats. His complete disinterest in the lecture was obvious. What possible use could knowing tangents and cosines be to him in his life. He yawned and stretched. This 50 minute class felt like it had lasted hours, and only half an hour had passed.
The teacher apparently had noticed that Lucien wasn’t paying attention, because she called on him to answer a question. He stared blankly at her for a couple seconds. He opened his mouth to ask her to repeat the question but at that moment there was a crackle of static from the intercom.
“Y/N, are you awake? They want to go over the plan one last time.” Hoseok stood in the doorway to your grey haven, not trying to hide his bright and showy smile, “Namjoon’s waiting.”
“I’ll be there in a sec, just let me get dressed first.”
It had been three days since the whereabouts of your old professor Mr Lee had was discovered. Three days since Jimin had been shot. Three days since you had shot the leader of a rival gang. Three days since Namjoon had almost killed you for being so reckless. Only nightmares and dread pooled your thoughts, you couldn’t believe that you had actually shot somebody. Much to gang Bangtan’s dismay, you hadn’t eaten or had a good nights sleep since the night the bullet penetrated Jackson’s shoulder, you were still in shock. If things weren’t already problematic enough, Mr Lee had been spotted too close to HQ for comfort, and he was looking for you. The professor you once trusted had now put a price on your head. Since the elusive man was seen back in town almost 60 people in the ‘industry’ had been killed, everybody suspected he was to blame. The odds of survival weren’t in your favour.
Walking downstairs into the lounge you saw everybody seated. Namjoon was sitting in an old eccentric armchair separate from the others. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung sat on the same long luxurious sofa, with Hoseok perched on the arm next to Jungkook. Jin and Yoongi were sat on the edge of the coffee table, their backs facing you. The seven men abruptly stopped their conversation when Taehyung caught a glimpse of you, both he and Jimin immediately stood up so you had somewhere to sit. Yoongi scoffed scornfully at their action, ridiculing them,
"You're such a bitch" chloenette for the writing prompt please if your still taking requests
Authors note: I am so excited that I have multiple Chloenette and Ladybee promts in this challenge so I can explore so many dynamics in this relationship! For this one, I had to go with humor ^_^ (For those looking for romantic Chloenette don’t worry, it’s coming)
“Chloe, what are you doing?” Marinette asked as she stared at girl who was currently lounging in Alya’s seat.
“I’m sitting next to my best friend of course!” She smiled, patting the desk beside her, “Cesaire can sit over there. Isn’t that right Sabrina?” she called to her usual partner in crime.
“Of course! Whatever you think is best Chloe. I’m so excited we are getting new friends!” Sabrina grinned manically, giving Marinette an energetic wave.
Marinette slide into her seat. “What did you tell her?” she hissed, “I thought we were clear yesterday that a secret identity needs to be kept a secret!”
Of all the people to possibly find out about her alter ego, it had to be Chloe.
“Of course I didn’t tell her about… you know… I just told her that you and I ran into each other at a cafe and hashed out our differences,” Chloe whispered back. “So I was thinking we should go shopping together after class.”
“Why would you tell Sabrina that?” Marinette asked, praying that she could get this whole mess sorted out before Alya and Nino showed up. If she was lucky maybe today they would have one of their morning make out sessions and come racing in seconds before the bell.
“Well Sabrina is my best friend, I had to tell her something! Especially since we are going to be spending so much time together now. I didn’t want her freaking out and going all… invisible again.”
“What… time togeth… what are you talking about?”
Chloe gave her a pitying smile, “Oh silly, you don’t have to pretend anymore. I know you have to keep up the whole lame, clumsy persona so that people don’t figure out your secret, but you don’t have to hide from me! I’m your best friend!”
“No you’re really not.”
“And I know you better than anyone.”
“I seriously doubt that.”
“and just think, now you can be yourself around someone! Because we are truly together now. It’s like destiny. Me and Ladybug, just like it was always meant to be. And you know you can even act like less of a spaz and everyone will just assume that it’s because our friendship has made you that much cooler, and no one will suspect that it’s just your true self shining through.”
“Could this get any worse?”
“Chloe?” a new voice interrupted. “What are you doing in Alya’s seat?”
Apparently it could get worse, because Marinette looked up to see Adrien, looking confused, standing next to his own place in front of her. Great.
“Oh Adrikins! Marinette and I have decided to become best friends. It’s alright if I bring her with me for our monthly movie night on Thursday right?”
“Sure, I guess…” Adrien said still looking like he was expecting to wake up any second to find the whole conversation was a dream. Or maybe Marinette was projecting.
“I was thinking we could all go shopping first,” Chloe continued obliviously, “or maybe manicures because really Marinette we should do something about your poor nails. Oh! Before I forget- selfie!” She pulled out her phone, slinging an arm around Marinette shoulder and giving the camera a brilliant grin. Marinette scowled, then flushed self consciously when she noticed Adrien staring at them both with a strange, searching expression.
“Sorry!” Adrien said, shaking his head when he realized he had been caught staring, “deja vu… anyways I am glad you two are getting along now, it will be fun to all hang out together.” He gave them both an encouraging smile and slipped into his own seat, pulling out his phone.
Marinette sighed, slumping down in her chair. At least something good might come out of this. It seemed that Chloe was finally going to stop trying to ruin her already disastrous attempts to spend time with Adrien.
“So where should be go for lunch?” Chloe asked.
“Chloe, we are not going to lunch together,” Marinette said trying to channel her mother’s firm but quiet tone. “We are not best friends, and you need to go back to your seat, preferably before Alya gets here.”
“But you’re Ladybug.”
“Yes, but I am also Marinette. You know, the girl you picked on mercilessly for the last 5 years?”
“I know and I forgive you for that.”
“Chloe,” Marinette growled, “get out of that seat.”
“God, you’re such a bitch. So anyways I was thinking seafood…”
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! I hope everyone had a wonderful day, and I hope this fic makes it a little better!
This was written for @percyyoulittleshit who gave me the prompt:
“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Party?” I hope it lives up to your standards, Mari!
“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Day party?”
Annabeth sighed. Honestly, it sounded terrible when you said it that way. Well, she guessed that it would probably sound horrible any way you said it.
“Yes,” she snapped, tapping her foot against the sidewalk. “You just have to come to the party with me. We only have to stay for a few hours.”
Percy was silent as he considered. He was loading his band equipment into the back of his Jeep. Annabeth had seen him outside when she got home from track practice, which is when she decided to cross the street to his house and solicit his help.
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
you’re saying is that I woke up this morning expecting everything to be
butterflies and rainbows, called my chauffeur to pick me up and wasted gas all
the way over to my office just because you couldn’t satisfy my request?”
Luke’s tone rose by each word that left past
his pink lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his marker rolling between his
Do you have any hc about Yuuri telling Victor about all the times he jerked off to the posters in his room? How would Viktor react?
When Yuuri comes clean about all the posters he’s got shoved under his childhood bed that Victor totally pretends he doesn’t know about, they sit on the floor and go over every single one. Victor has a story about each ‘shoot, ranging from incredible (Annie Leibovitz said that in her long line of subjects Victor was one of her absolute favorites) to insane (the photographer wanted him to jump off a 50-foot tall cliff into a lake so she could capture him spinning in midair) to utterly ridiculous (cupcake monster outfit??).
There’s one in the mix that makes Victor both laugh out loud and groan in mortification because it’s absolutely terrible: it’s Victor lounging in the empty seating area of an ice rink, dressed like something out of a terrible Henry the Eighth biopic, complete with one of those lush faux mink cloaks, a jeweled scepter, and a humongous crown. It should have been amazing (and in a lot of respects it is? His cheekbones look like they could cut diamonds) but it just looks like he’s trying too hard. His legs are spread so wide that you could probably see his circumcision scar if you squinted.
He smiles a little bashfully and says, “I call that the Ice King Slut ‘Shoot. Could’ve been worse—you should see Chris’s,” as he reaches over to take it away from Yuuri. Except Yuuri clutches it to his chest and rears back so hard that he falls over.
Ok so we know how in the post credit scene with Peter and Groot that Peter says he finally knows how Yondu felt when Groot says he's boring/uncool. So, this got me thinking about how Peter went to thinking that Yondu and the Ravagers were the coolest things in the galaxy to just boring old farts as he got older. ヽ(；▽；) think of the broken self esteem!
surely happened. I think most teenagers or children in general reach that one
point in life where they think of their parents as boring or embarrassing, and be
it just for a minute.
Peter and Yondu, that probably was a lot more than just a minute.
I mean, let’s
think about Yondu’s favorite dad joke aka “I will let ma boys eat’cha”. How
many times did Peter get to hear that in the 26 years he more or less spent
very closely with the Ravagers? A whole lot.
day, Yondu is explaining what their next mission is, Kraglin carefully makes
Yondu aware of the fact that Peter, once again, isn’t really listening. The boy
– man – lounges sideways in his seat, feet thrown over the armrest, and is
listening to his music, head nodding in tune with the song, fingers thrumming
on the Walkman.
gracefully, kicks him in the side. “QUILL!”
twitches, grimaces, and reaches up to pull his headphones off. He has the nerve
to scowl at Yondu when he asks, “What?!”
Yondu echoes, snarling as he leans back once again to raise one foot and kick
after Peter, who scoots back in his seat to escape. “What, the boy asks me. I
was talkin’, ya brat, and ya better
listen when your Capt’n does that!”
Peter looks around the room, noting that it’s still only the three of them plus
Tullk. And none of them would say something if Yondu’s charge misbehaved a bit.
“Kraglin and Tullk were listening! And it was boring, anyway!”
Bullshit, Quill, boring as it is, it’s yer job, and ya will do it right, else the boys can really eat ya
for all I care!”
Once upon a
time, that would have been enough to make the boy scramble to do as he was
told. Not too long ago, it would have still been enough to at least shut him
snarls, rolls his eyes, and goes back to fiddling with his Walkman. “Yeah,
blinks, perplexed, before he gets the little show of emotion under control
again. “Ya got a deathwish or somethin’, boy?”
Peter barely looks up. “It’s just… you need a new line, or something. It’s
really getting old.”
I mean – come on, Yondu!” Peter throws up his hands, swinging his legs down
from the armrest and standing up as he stuffs his Walkman into his pocket. “Year
after year, every day – you’re gonna get eaten, you’re gonna get eaten! I’m
still here, so, uh, no? Not being
eaten? The threat is getting super boring after the first three thousand times.
Almost as boring as this meeting.”
what? I’m out of here. Give me the important details later in short version.“
that the young man turns, already pushing his headphones back into place as he
stomps towards the exit.
his mouth to bellow something after him, but no words will come. He doesn’t
want to admit it, but he’s speechless, caught between confusion, anger and a
strange tad of pride to the sheer stubbornness the boy shows.
had anyone other than Kraglin and Tullk been with them, Yondu would have had to
think about serious consequences for such a behavior. Probably should even now.
slowly and with his teeth still clenched, to look at Kraglin and Tullk.
smart enough not to meet his gaze, pretending to not have heard anything and
being occupied with the files opened on the holo screen in front of him.
glances back at Yondu, just a sideway glance, and offers, “We could think up
new threats, sir.”
about the off-handed joke, meant half-serious, manages to dissolve most of the
leftover tension in Yondu, and he grunts as he stomps back to his place in
between the many screens. “Ain’t like that will make ‘im behave. More like the
Kraglin’s hum is never agreement nor disagreement, light frown marring his
features, but he doesn’t speak up, and Yondu doesn’t ask. He knows that his
first mate is not okay with how easily Peter got away once again.
“Boys will start to think yer getting’ soft,
want to think about how truthful that probably is.
catches his faint reflection in one of the holo screens – a mixture of tired
frown and half-smirk still tilting his lips upwards – his feelings torn like they
are so often when Peter is involved.
head, he goes back to work, but not before huffing silently.