months later and sometimes i still can tell who is who sigh

Be My Boyfriend


“Dean, be my boyfriend!” Castiel hissed.

Dean’s attention was pulled away from Charlie (who snorted into her drink) when Castiel grabbed his arm.

“Uh,” Dean said, feeling like he was missing out on some vital information. Castiel’s wide eyes were a little too bright and his cheeks were flushed with pink, indicating that he was probably a little bit drunk, though that still didn’t help clear up the situation.

“Come here!” Castiel dragged Dean by the arm across the crowded room until they stood in front of a short brunette who Dean thought was named Meg. Castiel wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and squeezed him to his side.

“I told you!” he told Meg triumphantly. “I have a boyfriend!”

Meg looked Dean up and down incredulously. “You’re dating Dean Winchester?”

Starting to catch on, Dean put a possessive arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Yeah, he is. Got a problem with that?”

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Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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“You Love Me?”

Title: “You Love Me?”

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Warnings: angst, profanity, mentions of aids, mentions of neglectful parents.

Prompt: F13: “you love me?” “You have no idea.”

Never in your life did you dream you’d fall in love with Richie Tozier.

You’d known him since your diaper days - toddling about together, plump thighs and sticky mouths, with both of your parents watching - your’s attentively, Richie’s listlessly, bored, looking as though they wanted to be anywhere other than watching their only child take his first steps.

Growing up, shared rattle toys became shared peanut-butter sandwiches or bright-coloured hairclips pilfered from your mother’s china dish. Richie loved to wear those hairclips, more than even you. He’d stick an assortment of them into his unruly web of dark curls, specks of pink and lime and chrome swathed in a brunette tide.

Richie had always been… spacey, almost. From the first time, in third grade, you could cross the road on your own (“be very careful, Y/n. Remember to look both ways, and stop and listen for any cars, and never, ever cross on a bend.”) Richie’s parents gave no such forewarning, and it was with cheery ignorance he sauntered right into the - albeit, quiet - road on Monday morning.

Your hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar in childish alarm. “What are you doing? We have to look both ways first!”

“Oh yeah,” he returned cheerfully. “I forgot.”

Brushing off your scandalised look, he pointedly craned his neck left, then right, and then took your hand in his and pulled you from the curb with no warning. You shrieked at him all the way over the asphalt, sure a car would come from nowhere and career into you. When you scrambled onto the sidewalk on the opposite side, you ripped your hand from a giggling Richie’s grasp.

“That wasn’t funny!” you said shrilly. “I told you, we have to be careful when we cross a road, else we’ll both be hit by cars!”

“What happens when you get hit by a car?” Richie countered thoughtfully, as the two of you began walking. You paused to think, chewing your lip.

“We end up flat as pancakes, and the police have to peel us off the road,” you eventually returned triumphantly, but if your aim was to deter Richie, it backfired.

“Cool! I want to be a pancake!” declared the boy enthusiastically, but you merely shot him a frosty look and dragged him through the school gates.

You were there when Richie got his glasses, and the teasing started. Sneering jibes of “four-eyes” were brushed off, kids asking how many fingers they were holding up deflected with ease. You worried for Richie, the sensitive soul that you were, but he only ever laughed about it.

You were there when his parents stopped calling when they weren’t going to come home that night. Before, it was apologetic phone calls (“Richard, sweetie, we’re so sorry, the most silly thing - your father enjoyed himself a little too much at the gathering, you know how he likes his currant wine, only we thought it best to stay at the hotel tonight.”)

You found him hunched up by the side-table where the phone stood. The house was dark and cold - the heating wasn’t on. Richie looked like he hadn’t moved in years, a statue gathering dust, huddled against the wood of the table. You flurried around, snapping the lights on, straining to reach the boiler on tiptoe and turning the dial all the way up before scooting over to Richie and crossing your legs anxiously.

“What’s wrong, Richie?” you inquired. “Where are your parents?”

A pure stab of shock flashed through you at his sudden sob. Tears dripped down his screwed-up face, and when he spoke, his voice trembled. “I don’t know.”

Eventually, after a few phone calls, it was discovered that they were in New Jersey for an open evening of his father’s business. Richie stared at you, stricken, as you solemnly recited what the lady on the phone had told you. “But why didn’t they tell me?” he whispered. You didn’t know the answer to that, so you hugged him instead. He smelled of apple suckers and loneliness.

You were there in fourth grade when Richie discarded his mismatched sweaters and jeans for bright eyesores of Hawaiin shirts and jean-shorts and colourful sneakers. He traded his thin, wiry black glasses for thick red ones that made his eyes looked three times their normal size (you noticed what a pretty brown those irises were, then). He was there when your love for rainbow ponchos and ballet skirts and bracelets with bells on them faded in favour of garish maroons and olives and navies, overalls and sandals and short-shorts. He still wore the hairclips, sometimes - the dark red one that was always his favourite. The rest he kept in a small pot under his bed, along with a photo of you and him grinning toothily in first grade, tucked safe under the velvet lid.

You were there when Henry Bowers, held back for the third year running, decked him for the first time. He called Bowers a “son of a motherless whore” - something impressive-sounding he’d overheard on TV - when he saw him laying into the tiny asthmatic kid from world history. It hadn’t ended well, and you ended up wiping the blood from his nose and lips and teeth. He smiled sheepishly as you scolded him, but his apology was real as the blood staining the tissues. And another plus - from that day, you had three new friends. Stuttering Bill and Eddie Spaghetti and Stan the Man. You five were united as outcasts, not exactly a force to be reckoned with but certainly one that required brief consideration before attempting said reckoning - or whatever.

And in fifth grade, Richie hit some sort of tipping point.

He grew louder and more foul-mouthed, more enthusiastic in his spastic movements, and far more inclined to disrupt a class or smoke in the toilets or flunk school entirely. Then the remarks filtered in - intrusive and suggestive, comments on your legs or your chest or your mom. It annoyed you to no end, but you could think of no way to make him stop. Every time you snarked him or socked him on the shoulder, it made him slightly wilder, a shit-eating grin cracking his face in two - until you remembered something you’d seen once on telly. A man and a woman, and the man talked a lot. Whenever he talked too much, the woman would press a big red button that made a loud “BEEP BEEP” sound.

So, when the next remark came - “Hey Y/n - you have any other hobbies, ‘cept for being my own personal bicycle?” - you stared him dead in the eye and countered solemnly, “beep beep, Richie.”

He gaped at you like a fish out of water, speechless for the first time in years. “Did - did you just - beep me?”

From then on, it seemed to work to shut him down.

But it wasn’t until four months ago - when Georgie went missing, and you met Bev and Mike and Ben, and IT chased normalcy from your life did things between you and Richie start to shift.

You wanted to be with him every second - he was the longest-standing memory you had, the boy with hairclips in his curls who watered your head like a flower the first day of second grade. He was the one who poked your cheeks and called you “bubs” and yanked your ponytail and drew obscene images on your hand in permanent marker. He was the one who spent 70% of his time sleeping round your house when the silence of his was unbearable, who held you sombrely when you cried and cursed at the toughest of bullies in your honour. Richie was, to say with a flair for the dramatic, your life - mapped out in dark hair and freckles and lime sneakers, your other half.

The first time you wanted to kiss him was after the blood oath.

You hissed in pain as you wiped your hands absently on your black shorts. Richie walked beside you, gazing at the jagged cut on his palm with avid interest.

“I swear you can get AIDS from doing shit like this,” Richie commented as the both of you reached your bikes discarded in the grass.

You huffed a laugh. “Probably - but don’t go telling Eddie that.”

“Please. He’d convulse and die on the spot,” Richie scoffed, swinging a leg over the leather saddle. “So, where’ll it be, sweetcheeks?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. “I’m kind of in the mood to not think about anything. You wanna head to the arcade?”

Two hours later, pumped up on blue-raspberry Slushies with fingers cramping from the buttons and levers you’d been busy stabbing and yanking, you and Richie sat in a greasy-spoon café, snacking out of a shared basket of cheesy fries as the sky darkened outside the window.

“What d’you think’ll happen now?” Richie asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” You swallowed your fries, reaching for your Pepsi to wash it down.

“Now IT’s dead. Kaput, bitch. No more missing kids, no more hallucinations, no more freaky fuckin’ clowns.” Richie heaved a sigh. “Cause I don’t think everything will just magically go back to the way it was.”

“No,” you mused in agreement. “No, you’re probably right.”

“‘Cept for us,” Richie beamed suddenly. “We’re inseparable, right?”

You grinned. “You bet, Tozier. For better or for worse.”

You looked at him - skin illuminated by the softly-glowing neon lights from the sign outside, the contours of his face sharply shadowed, hair a black, untameable mess as ever - and the urge to kiss him took you so fiercely, it almost knocked you off your chair. You swallowed your mouthful of fries too quickly in your shock, and one ended up dislodged in your throat. You choked and wheezed, and Richie unhelpfully thumped you on the back until you’d swallowed the damn thing.

“Jesus Christ,” he commented. “Y/n, if you wanted something to choke on, you could’ve just asked.”

A week ago, the comment would be met with an eye-roll; now it only made a flush climb your face, and you took a long swig of your iced Pepsi to ward off the redness.

The first time you actually kissed Richie Tozier was two months later.

It was midnight, but sleep troubled you not. You sat wide-awake, flat on your back and staring up at the ceiling in the darkness, when a sudden tap like long nails on wood made you start violently. Clambering to your feet, you glanced at your window; sure enough, a second later, a pebble hit the glass pane and bounced off again, and you sighed, picking your way over and opening it wide.

“Throwing pebbles, Romeo?” you called down teasingly. Richie glared up at you.

“Can I come up?”

You jerked your head in affirmation. At this point, your parents were so used to you going to bed alone and coming down in the morning with Richie, you didn’t even have to worry.

You slid the ladder out the window until it touched solid ground, then went back to your bed. A minute later, Richie’s face appeared at your open window, and he hauled himself in with all the grace of a sack of wet concrete.

You frowned as the scents of - was that wine? Wine and perfume - wafted in after him. He was also wearing a suit - a suit - but the illusion of whatever formality he’d been going for ended at his hair; looping black curls in total disarray, a soft tide of dark hair held back by a lone red hairclip.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” you eventually managed to choke out.

“My parents are home,” he answered non-communally. “And they decided to host a fucking mixer at our house tonight. So I was forced to wear this bullshit thing -“ he plucked at the suit in disgust “-and I only just managed to get away.”

“Wow.” Your eyes caught the red hairclip glinting amongst the soft web of dark curls. “I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

His hand skittered up to trace the clip absently. “My final act of defiance,” he chuckled weakly, before sinking down to sit on the carpet with heavy shoulders and clasped hands.

“Why are they such assholes, Y/n?” he asked suddenly. “I don’t know if I mortally offended them as in infant, or some shit like that - but even if I did, I still wouldn’t know, because they don’t talk to me. I don’t get it. Why have a kid if - if you’re not gonna-“ He waved his hands around in frustration, as if he could wring some meaning from the sentence if he hit at it enough.

“I don’t know, Richie,” you sighed, sliding off the bed and scooting closer until you sat toe-to-toe with the despairing boy. “I wish - I wish I could help you.”

Finally, he looked up; the tear tracks on his face glistened faintly as he smiled - not a smirk, or a shit-eating grin - a real smile that tore a hole in his chest and let all the dully-glowing fragments of the real Richie spill out for you to see. “You already have,” he answered softly.

Your breath seemed to catch in your throat. “But there’s gotta be more I can do. Damnit, Richie, I love you, so much and it fucking kills me to see you just - just take this shit.”

Richie stared at you, stricken. “You love me?”

You scoffed lightly, your face softening. “You have no idea.”

“But…” Richie was struggling to finish a coherent sentence. “Do you love me like - like the kid the split your granola bars with in second grade or do you love me like a…” Again with the wild hand gestures. “Y’know?”

A laugh bubbled through your lips. “Who says it can’t be both?”

As he opened his mouth to retort, you covered it with yours.

It was chaste and clumsy, but the chaps on his lips felt just right against the smoothness of yours, and the squeak of surprise he made at the embrace was swallowed. You could feel the heat of his cheeks and the flutter of his eyelashes and the firm beat of his heart all in that one, fleeting moment your lips touched.

And even as you pulled back, you felt him still. He was stammering in a way that’d give Bill a run for his money, but you could only smile.

Never in your life did you dream you’d fall in love with Richie Tozier - but right now was one of the rare, blissful seconds reality was better than dreams.


Originally posted by lawlliets

Genre: Fluff/Angst | Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 6914

Most people are born with three names tattooed on their wrist: Their true love, their biggest enemy, and their greatest ally. You only have one name. (X)

You were walking slower than normal, the tall stack of paper and envelopes weighing you down and throwing off your balance. You could feel your purse slipping from your shoulders, and your arms were growing tired as you walked across the lobby of your office building. You took a few rushed steps towards the stairwell, the elevator had unfortunately stopped working. You leant the stack of papers against the wall, readjusting your grip before attempting to ascend the narrow stairwell. Sadly, your efforts were in vain.

Rushed footsteps were approaching fast from behind until suddenly, a body slammed into your shoulder. You gasped in horror as you watched the stack of paper in your hands topple to the ground. You looked up, expecting an apology, but all you saw was the figure of an unfamiliar man with blonde hair, dressed in a suit, hastily dashing up the stairway, skipping every second step.

“Rude,” you muttered to yourself, hearing his footsteps grow quieter as he ascended. You glanced down at the mess in front of you, stretching out your hands to soothe the ache that had developed from carrying the stack. You glanced down at your wrists as you massaged the joint, watching the words written on the skin crease with your movements.

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All Night Long

All Night Long (m) (80′s song choice)

Words: 9k

Warning/genre: 80s!au: smut and language

Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol

Summary: Chanyeol isn’t your stereotypical popular jock. He loves to come into the arcade, you work in, with his friends. Spending all his time having the highest score on at least half of the games. When you two are the only people left in the arcade on a Friday night, there is no telling what adventures you’d get up to that night. 

Based off of this moodboard by @bluenoceur

You were leaning on the counter with your head in the palm of your hand. You loved working at the arcade but even more because Park Chanyeol came in all the time. He was a very well known senior. He and his group of friends were very popular even though they didn’t look like it. Chanyeol has a baby face but a deep voice that made you swoon like any other school girl. Even his smile crushed you like an ant under a boot.

“Y/N!” You were snapped out of your thoughts. Your best friends face right in front of yours. “Jongin, what are you doing here?”

Jongin laughed, “Wow, nice to see you too.”

“Sorry, not what I meant. I just-“

“We’re supposed to meet Jimin and Taemin at the rollerskating rink, like now.”

“Oh right,” You sighed, looking over at Chanyeol and his friends. One particular coming up to you. “Hi how can I -“

“Can I get change for this.” Sehun didn’t really ask, he just handed you the two dollar bills and you’re nodded. “Hey, Jongin,” Sehun smiled. “What are you doing here?” He asked as you opened up the cash register.

“Hey, Sehun. I’m just picking up Y/N here.”


“That would be me,” You said, handing him his change, giving him a fake smile.

“Oh yeah, I see you two together all the time. Everyone thinks you’re dating.” Sehun gave you a questioning look.

“Well, we’re just good friends.” You gave Jongin a wink and Sehun just watched with what looked like slight jealousy in his eyes.

“Cool,” Sehun took his change turned to Jongin, “Krystal told me you two broke up. She’s a total Betty.”

“Yeah, we just work better as friends.” Jongin nodded awkwardly, shoving his hands into his fake jean lambskin jacket. You have always liked that jacket, Jongin really did have the best style and you admired that about him. Even something so simple, you knew that the way he wore it made him look as if he were about to walk down the runway later. Like now, he was in that jacket but underneath was a striped shirt and brown corduroy pants. You couldn’t see from the counter but you guessed he was wearing his favorite white high top converse. He called them his ‘lucky converse’ but he always wore them so you didn’t know how lucky they could be.

“Sehun!” You all turned to see Baekhyun. “Stop flirting and come on!” He yelled next to Chanyeol, who was now closer, at a new game. Sehun just rolled his eyes and walked away and you focused back on Jongin. “I need to go home and change first. I don’t want to be in the shirt.”

“No, you don’t. I stopped by your house on the way here and got you clothes.” He held up a bag.

“Were my parents home?”

“No, but the back door was open as usual.” He said as he handed you your bag over the counter and you laughed.

Your and Jongin’s parents were friends, living a few houses down to each other since you were born. You two were only a few months apart and now juniors in one of the only high schools in your small town. You were very lucky to have him. He was someone that stuck with you through all these years. You had some friends that once you hit high school, well, they wanted to start fresh and that meant without you. Krystal being one of them. She would still hang out with you every once in awhile but last year in particular she tried to distance herself. She had joined the cheerleading team over the summer and spent most of her time with those girls. You had started to lose her and then suddenly Jongin started to date her for about a year until now. You had always wondered if he had dated her because you didn’t want to lose her but that was probably just big headed of you.

“Thanks, Nini.” You gave him a smile as you took the bag over the counter.

“I don’t understand why you call me that.” Jongin smiled. He would never tell you but he loves that nickname. It was special because you gave it to him. He had never liked nicknames but you and Taemin called him all sorts of things and he loved it.

“Oh you love it,” You said, looking in the bag and seeing what he had packed you. He just kept smiling, you were very much right, he did. “Okay, rad. Thank you! My shift is over in like a minute so I’ll go ahead and change.” You went to move but then Suho came up to say hi. “Y/N, what’s up homegirl?” You heard all the other friends of Chanyeol groan. “Suho, you airhead.” Sehun said and Chen laughed, hitting him.

Suho was a very attractive senior and one of Chanyeol’s friends. He was like the parent of the group and in that way, he was really cringey. The boys called him ‘uncool’ but they adored him either way. When Suho came with Chanyeol or the other boys he always made it a point to talk to you. You never understood why but he did and he was as sweet as he could be. “Jimin was telling me about your Sunday night dungeons and dragons games. Sounds fun… I would love to maybe try and play game sometime.”

“Dammit!” Chanyeol hit the machine as it started to play sad music, indicating that he had lost. Then of course your manager saw and yelled at him not to hit the machine and you giggled. Your manager looking at you and you quickly looked away not wanting to get in deep shit for that.

“What dude? You beat your high score.” Xiumin nudged him before continuing his conversation with Chen.

“I was so close to beating that level… Wait did you say dungeons and dragons?” Chanyeol walked over and your breath hitched. He was in an old army jacket with a white shirt and plaid pants. He had a very unique sense of style that you loved to see change from day to day. He was one of the only people that had pink hair. Girls did it to be ‘punk’ but Chanyeol really pulled it off and you wanted to run your fingers through it so badly and-

“Yeah, every Sunday.” Jongin gave you a look across the counter. He could tell you were way too excited that Chanyeol was in front of you. You were expecting Chanyeol to make fun of it like he doesn’t spend his afternoons in an arcade shoving all the money in slots and staring at a screen.

“Oh, that’s why you’re never here.” Chanyeol looked at you and your mouth went dry. “That’s really cool. I’ve played a few times but can never find good people to play with.”

“Well, we are super serious about it.” Jongin said and you wanted to kick him.

“But you should come play with us.” All three boys looked at you, surprised you were finally saying something. “I mean, you might not be able to keep up but there is always fun in numbers.” You said sassily. You had read in your mother’s Cosmo, to mess with boys like they like to mess with girls because they sometimes find it endearing. You figured you had a 50-50 shot anyway.

Chanyeol looked baffled and you were nervous before he smiled at you. “Oh, I can keep up.”

“We’ll see,” you couldn’t help but grin and Jongin spoke. “Um-okay. Well, we always play at Y/N’s house. It’s the normal hang out spot. We play in her basement, it’s pimped out.” Suho and Chanyeol laughed at that statement. Chanyeol then sighed, “Well, we need to head out. We’re supposed to meet Lay. See you guys later! Bye, Jongin. Bye Y/N,” Chanyeol made the gesture, pointing at his eyes and then pointing to you like he was saying, he would be watching you. Your smile was massive as he called for the other boys and Jongin rolled his eyes, telling you to go change or you could ride your bike to the rink.

You and Jongin finally made it to the rink, meeting up with Taemin and Jimin. You were not the best at skating but all the other boys were great. They were all very graceful, unlike you. Jongin would sometimes get annoyed with you when you hung onto him so Jimin was the guy who was always helping or just holding your hand while skating.

You didn’t skate for long after you fell multiple times. Sitting on the sidelines watching your friends before shifting your eyes to see a girl from your school hold onto Chanyeol, acting like she didn’t know what she was doing. Funny thing was you saw her here two weeks ago skating like a pro. Well, you guess not so funny to you. You had forgotten that Lay worked at the rollerskating rink so of course Chanyeol would be here. You were afraid that he would think you were stalking him but then again this was a small town.

You rubbed your knee as Lay came over, giving you an ice pack. “Say, you had a few falls. Doing better?”

“Yeah, I’m great.” you shrugged, as he handed you the ice pack.

“You look familiar.”

“We go to school together…”

“Well I figured but-“

“I work at the arcade.”

“Ah, that’s what it is. Chanyeol loves that place. I think he just has a thing for you. For some reason he’s too afraid to talk to you. But you seem pretty cool.” Your brain when into sensory overload and when you tired to put the words together to ask him, what the hell he was talking about but he was called over by his friends, not even giving you a second glance.

You looked over at Chanyeol who made eye contact with you before giving you a small wave. You just smiled before Jongin coming up to you, asking if you were ready to go.

You were at school the next day. Ready to go home, luckily you only had two classes left. Your parents were going to visit your older brother Kyungsoo since he was away at college. Sadly, you couldn’t get off work to go with them. Someone had taken off before you. You missed him dearly but you two always had an hour long conversation on Sundays before playing dungeons and dragons with your friends. Kyungsoo was actually the one who started the whole tradition. So you continued it on, excited for him to come back during the holidays so you could play together.

The one plus side being, that you would have the house to yourself all weekend. You would be at work tonight and mid day tomorrow but you were excited. You and Jongin making plans to watch a movie and get a bunch of food with the money your parents left you.

You were so ready to go home to an empty house. You were sure your parents would call while you were at work and leave a message, expecting you to call but you were adult free and that was wild to you. You felt like an adult in a silly way. You just wish you had a car. Jongin did though and that was good enough. 

When the final bell rang you jumped out of your seat. Sprinting to your locker you slowed down as you saw Chanyeol walking with Sehun and Baekhyun. You fixed your hair as you walked casually to your locker, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, Y/N.” You watched his thin lips speak and at first you thought you were having a fantasy right in the middle of the hallway. You definitely had multiple fantasies of him with your name coming out of his mouth. But he looked over at you as he was still walking, adding a smile. “See you at the arcade later.”

“I- I- um yeah. Totally! See you.” You waved and Sehun straight up laughed at you. Giving you a, better luck next time look. You didn’t care though. Chanyeol had publicly said, ‘hello’ to you and you were loosing it, only slightly. You leaned up against your locker and girls across the hall gave you jealous looks. But why would anyone look at them when their hair was so teased up. They went a little too crazy on the Farrah Fawcett hairspray.

You grabbed what you needed, only having one thing for homework. You ran down the stairs and out the building as you found Jongin’s car. He was leaned up against his, ‘hot rod’ he liked to called it, along with Jimin and a friend named Jin. Jin was a very good looking senior. He was popular in a different way, Captain of the football team apparently did modeling on the side but you had never seen pictures. “Yeah, well I’ll see you later to work on the project then.” Jin said as Taehyung came up to grab him. “Hyung, we have practice. Come one,” he grabbed Jin and saw you. “Oh, hey Y/N.” He flicked his hair back.

“Tae, how are you?” You said awkwardly as Jongin and the boys watched.

“Great, just heading to practice. You coming to the game tomorrow?” He asked and Jin laughed at him as Taehyung puffed out his chest.

You made a noise like you had forgotten. “I’ll be at work, sorry.” You had no interest in going to that nor would you if you were off. The thing about Taehyung was that since the two of you slept together he tried to get you to go out with him occasionally. He’s a sweet guy but you weren’t each other’s type. Sleeping with him, the both of you drunk, was not your finest half hour.

“Oh, well maybe another time. Before the season ends.”

“Yeah, maybe so.” You smiled politely nodding as Jin grabbed Taehyung. “Alright, bye guys.”

“Bye,” you all said in unison. “What was that about?” Jongin asked with a laugh. “Nothing,” you muttered as Jimin nudged you with giggle. 

Jongin and Jimin hung out with you until you had to go to work. They dropped you off. Jongin telling you to call his house when you were ready to go home. “I think Sixteen Candles is out at the video store. We could rent it?”

“Sounds good to me. I want to see it. Anyway, I’ll call you when I get off. Okay? Have a good night.” You said to the boys as they said their goodbyes and you walked into work with a sigh. You punched in and since it was only 4:15 it was mostly just the after school crowd. Plus it was Friday so it would stay packed for awhile.

It wasn’t until about 7:45 that Chanyeol and his gang walked in. They all surprisingly said, ‘hello’ or nodded at you. Chanyeol smiling as he was the last one to walk in, “It’s later.” His smile was contagious as you tried to hold it together. “Miss me?”

You almost said, yes, but you kept your cool. “Lovely to see you as always.”

His eyebrows shot up, “Lovely? Oh, I’m flattered.” He said as he walked away and you giggled to yourself. You tried to stay focused on other things during the night. But you did hear Xiumin and Chen get tired, “Why must we always hangout here? I mean we could go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I came out today.”

“Yeah, Channy boy. I want to go do something else. We’re always here.” Lay said. “I mean I didn’t have to work tonight. I want to go try and get some girls. Heather is having a party tonight. Her older brother got her beer.”

“Then why don’t you all go? I’m not making you stay.” Chanyeol said as you went to go play a game behind the one they were all at.

“Well, okay. We’re going to the game tomorrow? I told Jackie I would watch her perform.” Lay said.

“Preform? She’s a cheerleader.” Baekhyun laughed.

“Either way, skirts are flying.” Lay answered and Chen and Xiumin high fived, nodding with a laugh.

“What does that even mean?” Sehun said with a disgusted face.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Lay said as he pinched Sehun’s cheek, Sehun pushing him off. “Now, I need to go get laid. Anyone coming?”

“We are!” Xiumin and Chen said in unison and Suho followed. You sighed in relief. Now you just wish the other two would go. 

It was about 20 till closing and your manager had left, asking you to close up. You only said yes because you were hoping to have any sort of conversation with Chanyeol. Baekhyun had come over to ask you some questions as Sehun cheered Chanyeol on.

“So how long have you worked here?”

“Almost two years. I like video games. Plus it’s nice to get away from reality for awhile… in a game.” You answered as the last parent came to pick up their son. It was only the four of you in there.

“Huh, I never thought about it like that.” Baekhyun said and you looked him over. He was shorter but very lean. He was very chatty but in a way that made you believe he was interested. He was very popular with the ladies. They loved his hair espically. You were never one for mullets but the red and black was pretty sexy on him. You still didn’t get why the mullet was so popular during this decade. “Well, I think that Sehun and I were going to go see Nightmare on Elm Street. I heard it’s supposed to be crazy scary.”

“I saw the previews on mtv. It looks creepy. I love scary movies.”

“Me too! Chanyeol likes them but he’s a total wimp.” Baekhyun whispered.

“I am not, you bitch!” Chanyeol yelled and you both laughed.

“Well either way, Sehun we better go. It starts in 20 minutes and you know it’s gonna be packed.” Sehun nodded and backed away from the game he started to play.

“Channy, you coming?” Sehun asked.

Chanyeol looked up from the game over to you and then back at the game. “No, I’m good. Have fun, guys. See you tomorrow.”

“O-okay, will do. Night!” Sehun said as they walked out the door. “Bye, Chanyeol. Bye, Y/N.” Baekhyun waved and smiled and you did the same.

Now it was 10 before closing and it was just you and Chanyeol. You shut everything down that you needed and started playing beside Chanyeol. “Do you want me to leave the place open a little later? My boss is gone.”

Chanyeol was playing intensely as you looked over and he stayed in laser focus. It was quite impressive. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I don’t want to keep you from your plans.”

You soon lost, too busy paying attention to his profile. The Pac-Man machine making the sound to indicate you lost made you and Chanyeol look at it. “Whoops,” You said as you focused back.

Chanyeol looked back at his game. “Oh shit,” He said as his character was quickly killed. “Damn, well. That sucked, man I want more videos games to play at home. Standing sucks,” he said while stretching his long limbs as you tried not to watch. “Y/N, don’t die!” Chanyeol said, startling you.

“Wha- oh god” You whispered as Chanyeol came up behind you, putting his hand over yours as he helped you get away from the ghosts.

“There we go, that’s it.” He said lowly in your ear as his body was pressed against yours and yours was pressed up against the warm machine. You could smell his lingering cologne as his soft skin rubbed against yours. “Yes!” He shouted and you jumped, looking at the screen seeing you won. How long had you been in your head?

“Thanks, Chanyeol. You’re totally boss.”

Chanyeol stood back and you sighed sadly. “Pac-Man is a fun game. And thank you, I know I am but it’s always lovely to hear it.” He smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. “So… you hungry?”

You looked up at Chanyeol. “Um- yeah actually.” Wondering where this was going.

“Well, there a dinner right down the street. You want to get some grub?”

You stood there for a moment. “Um well-“

“If not it’s okay-“

“No, just let me call Jongin. He was supposed to pick me up. I don’t want him to worry.”

“Yeah, I can take you home.” Chanyeol said and you smiled bashfully.

“Okay- um great. I’ll call him and then close up.”

“Sure, I’ll meet you outside. I need to get my jacket from my car.” He said as he walked to the door.

“Cool.” Your cheeks hurt from your smile as you went to the phone behind the counter and quickly punched Jongin’s number in.

After three rings, “Hello?”

“Mrs. Kim! Hi, is Jongin there?”

“Hello, darling! He is, let me grab him for you.”

“Thank you,” You said as you tapped your foot, waiting.


“Hey, don’t worry about picking me up. Chanyeol said he’d drive me home. We’re getting food.” You said excitedly.

“Oh- okay- well, so no movie night?”

“Awe, Nini. I mean I don’t know when I’ll get home. I don’t want you to wait up. I work the afternoon shift tomorrow. Pick me up at 4:15 and I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” He asked and your heart pounded. There had been a few times lately where you just loved when Jongin needed you. You didn’t know if it was just because he wanted you around or something else.

“Have I ever broken one?”

“Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, Nini.”



“Be careful, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

“I know you like him so just-“

“Jongin, don’t worry. I’ll be safe.”

He sighed, “Okay, goodnight.”

“Night!” You hung up, running around the counter, grabbing your jacket and turning the lights off. Meeting Chanyeol outside and locking the door. He was leaning against his black camaro and you admired his different clashing patterns. Only he could pull that off. “You ready, m’lady?” He pushed off his car, holding out his hand. “Yes, good sir.” 

You and Chanyeol were sat in a booth by the window, looking out into the dark Autumn night. You both ordered a burger and fries, Chanyeol swearing they had the best. You sipped your coke as Chanyeol talked about the fact that he plays the guitar.

“Wow, was it hard to learn?” You asked, leaning against your arm. You were trying to focus on his words but he just looked so soft. You couldn’t help be sigh in awe.

“No, not really. I enjoyed learning. Music is just a passion of mine.”

“Radical,” you nodded, watching his lips curl around his straw before he coughed and you could believe you had just said-

“Yeah, it is pretty radical… You’re so cute.” He smiled as the waitress came over, giving you your burgers with a fake smile. You were too shocked to care. Your stomach growling, smelling the food and Chanyeol heard it and laughed. “You better chow down.”

“Yeah,” You said as you picked up the burger. The thing is you ate so fast you were trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to seem like a pig. On the other hand you were so hungry you didn’t care. You always finished your food before Jongin. You scarfed it down and would always steal food off his plate. Well, you guess it wasn’t stealing when he let you do it. He was a good friend like that.

You finally took a bite and you were very surprised. A moan escaping out of your mouth as you chewed. “Right,” Chanyeol said with excitement after he swallowed, taking a drink. “You wouldn’t suspect a place like this.”

You nodded, swallowing. “Wow, I mean that totally melts in your mouth.”

“I know,” Chanyeol sighed. “I always feel like I could eat about three of these.”

“Well, if you do, I probably would too.” You retorted and he chuckled.

The two of you sat there and talked for awhile. You spoke about school, teachers, games and college. It was easy with Chanyeol. He was a great listener, very attentive. You still were a bit nervous. You had such a crush on him so he was intimidating. But that seemed to melt away as you got to know him better.

He told you about his favorite music. Telling you he’d make you a mixtape with all the ‘good’ music on it. You smiled, imagining yourself in your room late at night dancing around your room to the tape he made just for you.

You told him that you enjoyed singing. “Maybe one day you and I can rock out with your guitar…”

“Oh, nice! Like our own little concert. That could be fun. Good idea,” He winked at you and it took everything you had in you not to squeal. 

For dessert you ordered shakes. You got strawberry and Chanyeol got chocolate. He offered you a drink of his and you were way too excited to drink after him. Lips touching his straw, you definitely needed to calm down.

You looked out the window as it got quiet. Chanyeol circled his straw around, pushing around his shake in the glass. “So… you and Jongin…”

You took a drink of your milkshake, looking back at Chanyeol. “What about him?”

“I mean, are you two together?”

“What?” You scoffed, “No.”

“Woah, okay. Take a chill pill.” Chanyeol chuckled. “I mean- I’m just saying, you two are super close. He’s always by your side. He just seems to really like you.”

“I mean, I hope so. He’s my best friend.”

“Awe, sweet sweet Y/N. I mean, it’s obvious he has a crush on you.”

Your eyes widened, “No, it is definitely not obvious. Don’t you think I would know?”

“Not necessarily, I mean he’s trying to hide it.”

“Chanyeol, just shut up.” you laughed.

“What’s your damage? He’s a nice guy. I heard that he only dated Krystal for you.”

“Well, I still did lose her so… where did you even hear that?”

“Krystal,” Chanyeol said. “Apparently Jongin told her that he had feelings for someone else and she thought it was you.”

You sat there in shock. You and Jongin were close but you couldn’t imagine he liked you. You were yourself around him, you were gross and weird. He liked that? “No way.”

“I think he does.” Chanyeol shrugged as he finished his shake and you couldn’t touch yours anymore.

“So what, you just wanted to break this news to me?” You sat back.

“Well, no. I just thought you should know. I like you a lot. You’re cute and funny. I pay more attention to you then you know.”


“So why haven’t you tried with Jongin?”

“Because of my crush on you.” You answered truthfully. You had learned way too much heavy shit tonight to care about anything else.

“You like me?” Chanyeol said happily.

“You’re not as cool as I thought you were.”

“Hey!” You laughed and Chanyeol spoke again, “I like you too and I would date you in a heartbeat but I like Jongin and I honestly think you should give him a try.”

“Chanyeol, that’s not how it works-“

“Y/N, you couldn’t last a day without him. I mean think about it. He’s handsome, he knows the real you, loves the real you. Jongin always is there when you need him. He gives up dates to be with you. I mean he gave up one tonight.”

“With who?”

“Amber Davis.”

“She’s so pretty,” You said and you felt a tinge of jealousy. You were always a little jealous when Jongin when out on dates. It like when he was with Krystal. You just thought you didn’t want someone stealing your best friend. But then there were nights where you would just stare at his lips as he spoke, wondering how they would feel against yours. You figured that was just your hormones. Then there was the day you walked in on Jongin changing. He had just gotten out of the shower. You didn’t know this of course. You came over, his mother telling you he should be in his room. The door was cracked and you wanted to throw it back and scare him but when you peeked, his towel dropped.

“Chanyeol, I have a crush on you.”

Chanyeol smiles softly, “That warms my heart but I do think you should give Jongin a chance.”

“Okay… I will.”

“Wow, that’s great. I mean I’m a little sad-“

“On one condition.”

“Wait, what?” He looked confused, sitting up to listen.

“You take me out tonight. Show me what one night would be like with you. I want to get you out of my system. If it doesn’t work with Jongin, we go out again.”

“I mean of course I’ll take you out of it doesn’t work with him.”

“But of it does, I want to have had this night with you. I don’t want to think about you if I’m with him, wondering what this could have been.”

“Y/N, I don’t know. It’s already so late. Won’t your parents worry?”

“They’re out of town for the weekend. Come on, please. One night, Chanyeol. Just me and you.”

Chanyeol looked you over for a minute. “Fine, just because I do think the two of you will work. I want to be able to have at least one night with you. And i’m still coming to dungeons and dragons.”

“Oh course! I want you as a friend too. We have a lot in common. I think you’re a great guy.”

Chanyeol stuck his hand out, “Deal?”

“Deal,” you smiled as you shook his hand. Chanyeol then smacked down some cash for the bill. “Alright, let’s move it. We have a lot to cover.” You both got up in excitement. This was the night you had been waiting for.

You both got into his jet black camaro. You had never been in a car like this. It was so fast and loud, riding around in it made your body tingle. “Hold on,” Chanyeol would whisper in a raspy voice as he flew down the highway. The windows were down as the hard rock blasted from the speakers and you screamed in happiness. You felt free and you were going to take advantage of that for this one dream night.

You didn’t even bother asking where the two of you were going. You wanted it to be surprise, you wanted to go into this not knowing. You embraced the night sky as the air hit you, arm out the window as Chanyeol sang along with the music.

You enjoyed the night as Chanyeol pulled up to a building. “Park Plumbing and Co? Isn’t this your dad’s business?” You asked as Chanyeol parked and turned off the car.

“It is, I have the keys to it. Sometimes I like to go in there at night. It doesn’t have cameras so I’ll go and move stuff around to mess with people’s head.”

You both got out and walked up to the building. “That’s so twisted… I love it.” It was a two story building. You didn’t know why a plumbing company had two floors but there were a ton of offices who didn’t lock their door so you and Chanyeol went in. The two of you giggling as you slightly moved stuff around. “Do you do this often?” You asked as you moved a cup of pencils to the opposite side of the desk that belonged to, according to the name card, Mr. Hood.

“Only when my dad pisses me off. I want him to think this place is haunted. He’s terrified of ghosts.”

You laughed, taking the name plate out and flipping it upside down. “Doesn’t your mom run an antique shop on the square?”

“She does. I wish I had the keys to that place. It’s so spooky at night. Apparently it used to be a bank and when that closed down it was just abandoned. So there’s still a whole bunch of furniture there. It so scary at night or when the room are dark.”

“I like scary places.”

“You do?” The two of you walked into another office.

“Yeah,” you moved one thing and then leaned against the desk as you spoke to Chanyeol. “It’s thrilling, you don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“That’s true. You know that abandoned hospital, off Jefferson?”

“Oh yeah! That place looks terrifying. I’ve heard some crazy shit about it.”

Chanyeol finished what he was doing and took your hand. You froze slightly but followed him. “We could go there.”

“Yeah, right. I’m not about to just stroll on in there.”

Chanyeol laughed, “Okay, we don’t have to… chicken.” He lead you to a hallway that had stairs. The two of you walking up.

“Call me chicken, I don’t give a shit. We could go and you could totally run away and leave me stranded.” Chanyeol opened a door and you were suddenly on the roof. “Oh wow,” he wind was really hitting you up there. You were glad it wasn’t too tall of a building but you could see some other business. Plus the sky looked beautiful.

“That’s what Baekhyun did to me. The boys and I went to the abandoned hospital during the day and it was still scary as hell.” You listened as your skin got goosebumps from the crisp air and because Chanyeol was still holding your hand tightly. “So we break off into groups and somehow I get stuck with Baekhyun. I mean he’s an even bigger baby than I am.”

“I can see that.”

“Rude, but I’ll let that slide.” He said and you chuckled. “We were walking through the psychiatric ward and we start to hear a loud banging.” You stiffened at the story, slightly nervous. “It’s inconsistent but it’s still there. For some reason I wanted to get closer to it and all the sudden while we were walking toward it a door burst open and Baekhyun is suddenly gone from my side. He left my ass, yelling ‘sorry’ while screaming! Turns out is was just Sehun because he’s not scared of anything.”

“Oh my gosh!” You started to laugh.

“Don’t laugh at my pain! I was terrified. I practically shit my pants. It was horrifying and I was frozen and out walks Sehun just giggling, the prick.”

“I would have cried.”

“I did once I got home,” Chanyeol said and you both laughed.

“Jongin scared me like that once. He hid in my closet when we were kids. I was deathly afraid of my closet when I was young. I thought that there was a monster living in there and still to this day I can’t sleep with my closet door open. Jongin knew this and one day I was at home waiting for him to come over and I went into my room and my closet door started to shake and I heard scary moaning coming out of it and I screamed when it burst it open and out came my so called best friend.” You we’re still butt hurt about it. “I was so upset I yelled at him and told him I didn’t want to hang out with him ever again, so I made him leave. He only lives three houses down but I was furious.”

Chanyeol was dying laughing as you had said that story in detail. Using your hands to show the intensity of the situation. “Oh- oh my god. You poor thing. You must have been terrified.”

“Believe me I was. I told my mom that Jongin wasn’t my friend anymore and I banned him from the house.”

“You’re cute,” Chanyeol said as he used your hand to pull you closer. You felt your face redden as you were standing there in his arms. You both stood there and talked for a while before moving back inside and hanging out in his dad’s office. You were laid out on the couch as Chanyeol was spread out on the ground. The two of you sharing and laughing for what seems like ages and apparently it was because suddenly Chanyeol shot up, checking his watch. “Holy shit, we’ve been here for two hours!”

“Really?” You sat up, “Wow, I didn’t even realize.”

“Me either, too wrapped up in you.” Chanyeol said as he got up. “You want something to drink? There’s a convenient store down the street that’s open 24 hours.”

“Sure, sounds great. I could use some caffeine right about now.” You said and Chanyeol pulled you off the couch, making you run into him. “Oh-“

“Damn, Y/N, calm down. I know you like me but…” he smiled as you pushed him back.

“Shove off,” You tried to hide your smile.

“I like them feisty.” Chanyeol said as he ran off before you could hit him. 

The two of you ran through the convenience store. Both trying to get to the Coke before the other one. You heard the cashier sigh as he watched the two of you run around. Chanyeol was the first to get there. “Loser!” He made an L with his fingers putting it up to his forehead as he leaned down and put his face close to yours.

You shoved him back. “Not fair, your legs are longer than mine.”

“Sure~ just a sore loser.” Chanyeol said as he grabbed the two glass Coke bottles out of the cold glass case. The two of you walked down another aisle looking at the candy and chips. “You hungry?” He asked and you clung to his side as a creepy man can in, watching the two of you. Chanyeol looked down at you and caught your eyes watching the man. “Baby?” He leaned down and kissed you. You were shocked, looking up at the grinning boy. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

You normally didn’t like it when people gave you pet names or nicknames. Jongin called you, doll face when he was trying to embarrass you but for some reason, baby coming out of Chanyeol’s mouth was too much. His voice was so deeply delicious as it was raspy. You wanted to hear him whisper it to you. You also wondered what it would sound like coming out of Jongin’s mouth but you shook your head.

“You want candy?” He asked.

“I’m good,” You gripped his jacket as you looked up at him pulling the two of you close together. “You’re really cute.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Chanyeol pressed his long finger into your dimple. “Way cuter than me.”

The creepy guy watched from another aisle and Chanyeol yelled, “Eat my shorts, dude!”

“Chanyeol,” you scolded him. “You’re not Bart Simpson, let’s just go.”

Chanyeol huffed at the guy as he held you close while the two of you walked up to the counter getting your cokes. Paying and opening them on the way out to the car. You both got in and you didn’t know where to go but you were not ready for the night to be over. “Chanyeol, your car is really sexy.”

Chanyeol nodded with a cute chuckle. “I agree,” he started driving around the town. He would point at houses and tell you who lived there. He would tell you about gossip he heard as well.

“Where on earth did you hear that?”

“From my mom! She runs an antique shop a lot of the older rich or women come in and tell her gossip or she overhears it. I’m telling you, Mrs. Fletcher who owns the car dealership with her her husband is fucking Jin.”

“No, no way. I refuse to believe that.”

“It’s a small town, Y/N. Even if it’s not real, I mean, she’s rich and I’d want to be pampered.”

“She’s such a bitch. I mean my dad and I went to look at cars for my 18th birthday next year and she totally was like buy something or leave.”

“She’s a totally bitch but maybe she’s nicer now that she’s getting boned.”

“Ew,” You said and he laughed.

“Just saying, I mean people usually are a lot nicer when they’re getting laid. He’s her boy toy for sure.”

“Maybe so… speaking of which, have you ever had sex in your car?”

Chanyeol almost choked on his Coke. He put it down in the cupholder as the two of you were cruising the town. There really wasn’t much to do in 1984 when you lived in a small town. Nothing was open except the convenient store and you were not ready to go home yet. You definitely wanted this wonderful one night only date to end in something fun. “Y/N…”

“That’s a yes,” you laughed.

Chanyeol was surprised you were laughing. He had had sex with a few girls but none of them had ever wanted to hear about the others. If they did it was a trick and he definitely learned soon enough since the last time a girl asked she tried to beat him up. “I mean it was just a handjob. We were at the drive in a town over. But I’ve never done it in my car before.”

“Do you want to?”

Chanyeol looked at you and then the road doing a double take. “Y/N, um-“

“Oh come on Chanyeol, i’m not naïve. Don’t you want to end this night with a bang, literally.” You giggled and he still couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Normally guys had to almost beg girls to sleep with them. “It’s not like you’re my first either.”

“Damn, just break my heart why don’t you.”

“Oh please, it’s just one night. I mean, perfect way to end the night. Once you take me home this night will be a memory to the both of us. I don’t want to wonder what it would’ve been like, I want to know.”

“Jesus, how am I hard just by that statement? You don’t even want to go home? You just want to do it on my car?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “ I want to be the girl that you had sex in your car with. Even if you do it with another girl in your car you’ll remember that I was the first.” You said proudly.

Chanyeol shook his head with a huge unbelievable smile. Still reeling at the fact that you wanted to have sex with him. “Well, should we go up to Query Lane?”

Query Lane was basically like the lovers lane of every small town. “No, I hear perverts try to watch from the bushes.”

“Well, what about the school parking lot?”

“Chanyeol, are you kidding me? If a cop found us we could totally get in trouble. I mean we’re having sex at a place where kids go.”

“Well, shit, I don’t know! I’m just too excited with the fact that I’m about to have sex with you.” He said truthfully and you blushed.

“I think I know the place, take a right up here.”

You told Chanyeol where to park as he pulled into a church parking lot. “Y/N, I feel weird.”

“What? I mean I know it’s crazy but you can park behind this building and no one will see. I mean there are woods back there and then the nearest house is all the way over there,” you pointed.

“I guess you’re right. It’s just funny what people will go through these days to fuck each other.”

You shrugged, “Get the backseat.”

“Well damn, am I just taking orders?”

“If you want to get laid you are.”

That caught his attention because he moved quicker than you had ever seen a human move. Almost like Jongin when he was around chicken. Chanyeol has already kicked his shoes off on the way to the backseat. Then removing his jacket and shirt. You watched as he removed the rest, throwing it in the front seat as you removed your jacket, shoes and socks. “Don’t take off everything, I want to take it off of you.” He said smoothly and you started to get butterflies in your stomach.

You made your way back there to a naked Chanyeol. He pulled you into the back and placed you on his lap. You felt his long member against your jeans. “You feel that? You’ve made me so hard, Y/N.” He brought your hand down to feel him as the two of you kept eye contact. “You’re so cute.” He said and you scoffed but he just chuckled, moving your hand as he slowly removed your shirt, fingertips gliding against your skin. The eye contact was making you wet with excitement.

He threw your shirt up in the front as he made eye contact with your chest, reaching back and unclasping your bra. Letting it slide down your shoulders before the threw the bra in the front. Chanyeol reached for both breasts, massaging them before engulfing one in his mouth. Dancing his tongue around your nipple. While he did that your head fell back, mouth open with soft moans filling the car.

He then started to undo your belt and pants. Releasing your nipples from his mouth, you groaned. He then helped you push off your underwear and pants, putting them in the front seat with everything else. You moved back up on Chanyeol’s lap, his thick member brushing against your folds. Chanyeol moaned and you smiled, loving the feeling of being in control.

“Y/N, baby- fuck.” He swore and you felt a rush in your body when he called you, baby, again. He stilled your hips as he moved himself to your entrance. Pushing in slowly as he watched your face for signs of discomfort. You swallowed hard as he finally pushed himself all the way in. Letting out growl, Chanyeol tried to control himself, seeing you needed a minute to get use to it.

When you started to move he gave you sweet but passionate kisses. You arched your back, trying to ride him as good as you could. He filled you up. His dick was long, feeling him in your stomach. You were trying not to go crazy because all you wanted to do was make him come at this point. He just felt so good inside of you.

“Y/N, you’ve gotten me so fucking hard. Shit! I’ve never been this turned on.”

You smiled to yourself and then he suddenly started to move slightly which made you drop your smile and moan. “Chan- Chanyeol, oh yeah, yes that’s so good oh my god.” You grunted as you held onto him tightly. You started to circle your hips as you went down quickly and moving up slowly. Chanyeol was making all kinds of noises and you could tell you were driving him crazy. You kept up with that pattern, wanting to make him feel good.

And he did, he was in his element. Loving how warm you felt around him. “Baby, that’s it. Fuck me like you mean it.” He held your hips as you stared to quickly move your body down on his cock, making him beg for it. “That’s it, that’s it. Look at you. You know how to work that ass for me, huh?” He spread both his big hands around your neck, helping you thrust down on him. “You’re all mine tonight. You’re going to ache for my cock when you wake up.”

“Chanyeol,” You grunted.

“You’re going to make me wish I never told you to go after Jongin.” He held tighter and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head. It was so hot in the car but you felt to good to care. Chanyeol bringing you up close and personal, whispering sweet dirty nothings into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe. You held his soft pink hair tightly as he bit down on your ear, making you scream his name. “That’s it, same my name!”

“Chanyeol, fuck!” You cried out as he picked you up, turning you around so he could move better inside you. You were both squished in his backseat but it still felt so good. ”Call me baby,” You asked for it at least once more as Chanyeol’s long body got positioned and this thrusts were quick and erratic. Either way he was hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. “Yes, yes,” you could barely get out. Felt like he was stuffing you and you could barely breathe in the best way.

“Baby,” he whispered and you gasped. “That’s right baby, let me take care of you. I want you to come for me. You’ve been such a good girl riding my cock. I want to take care of you and have you come for me. All around me.”

You moaned so loudly for him whimpering at the end as his hips pounded into you. You were hitting the seat in the same steady rhythm. “Right there that’s it!” You gasped again, louder.

“Baby,” he groaned, “Look at you, fuck I’m lucky to see you like this at least once. I’ll always remember this night. You have no idea.” He kissed up your neck, bodies engulfed in one another. “So tight, Y/N, you feel so good.”

His sweet yet sensual words pushed you off the edge as he said one last thing, “Mine.” After that you lost it. Yelling his name as your hand hit the window trying to hold yourself up as you were shaking. “Fuck that’s so good,” you whined as he kept fucking you. Your voice sounded so different to you, basically begging for more. Begging him to keep fucking you. This was all that you wanted for this night.

“That’s my baby,” Chanyeol said as he filled you up, thrusts sloppy. Holding onto you so tight as he whispered your name in ecstasy. You pulled his head to kiss you as it was leaning against your chest. The kisses were soft as the two of you started to giggle, not believing what you had just done together back of his car in this location.

You looked at the windows, “Holy shit, we fogged it up.” Chanyeol was too busy looking at you before you turned his head and he saw what you meant. He just laughed before saying, “We definitely got it hot up in here.”

Chanyeol then moved, holding you for a little while in the backseat. Draping his jacket over the two of you. You were at peace with this night. You were more than happy with the way things turned out. After about half an hour of silence and holding each other with a few kisses. The two of you got dressed and got back into the front seat. Holding hands and driving off. 

Chanyeol pulled up in your driveway after you gave him directions. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. Each not wanting the night to end. This was your first real date and you were glad it was with Chanyeol.

“Sorry to keep you up. I know you have work. I didn’t even realize it was almost 4 am.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled and shook your head. “It was definitely worth it. Thank you for a memorable first date with you.”

Chanyeol blushed, “I should be thanking you… but you should get some rest.”

“It’s worth it. Besides, I know Jongin will let me nap tomorrow. I always nap in his bed while he plays video games with Taemin.”

“You two are really cute.”

“Chanyeol, you don’t have to say that.”

“I mean it. I wouldn’t try to push you on to him if I didn’t think you’d be great together. But if it doesn’t work out. You know where I am… So you’ll ask Jongin out?” Chanyeol grinned brightly like he was the biggest fan of you and Jongin trying something.

You had started to think about Jongin through the night and the more and more you thought about him the more you wanted to try things out with him. Jongin would always be your other half and as much fun as you had tonight, Chanyeol seemed to just be a fling. He’d be leaving within the year to go to college anyway but this… you gotta have this night and nothing could take that away. “I will. Are you still coming over for dungeons and dragons?”

“You bet you cute little ass I am.” Chanyeol said excitedly and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. “I’m still going to be your friend. Don’t worry, you can’t get rid of me this easily.”

“Night, Chanyeol. Sunday at 4, in my basement. Bring a snack.” You leaned over and kissed him quickly but softly. Enjoying the last kiss you’d have with Chanyeol. You pulled apart slowly, faces inches apart and you saw Chanyeol’s eyes were still closed. “See you then,” you grinned as you quickly got out and run inside. Chanyeol waited until you got in before he sped off. You leaned against your closed front door and sighed. You could have melted into a puddle right there. Of course it wasn’t your fairytale ending but it was a night you’d never forget.

BTS / Another member doesn’t like their S/O

Request: anyway i would like to request bts/exo/got7 (whoever you want really; i love them all) reacting to another member not liking, not getting along m, or hating their s/o.            

thank you for requesting this, i did this reaction with BTS but if you want me to do it with a different group, let me know! 💕

warning: some strong language


Originally posted by samwol

The two of you thought you were alone in the dorm, which was why you had turned the TV on at full volume, and laughed loudly at every single funny thing that happened in the comedic movie that you guys were watching.

Suddenly, the fun was interrupted when the door of Jin’s bedroom was thrown open. Both of you turned to look at Namjoon – who had just burst into the room – with startled expressions.

“Namjoon, what—”

“It’s loud,” Namjoon cut Jin off, a frustrated expression on his face. “You’re loud. Some people are trying to work here.”

“Sorry, we didn’t realize anyone else was here,” you added awkwardly.

Namjoon glared at you. “How would you? You don’t even live here.”

He only told the truth, you tried to tell yourself to avoid feeling hurt by these words. It wasn’t as important what he said, but the way he said it. He looked really annoyed with you and his eyes told you that he’d rather you weren’t here.

“Namjoon,” Jin said, suddenly getting up from the bed. “Can I talk to you outside for a moment?”

“I have to get back to work,” Namjoon turned him down and began to close the door.

“It will only take a moment,” Jin repeated in a stern voice and Namjoon sighed deeply before walking into the hallway to wait for Jin.

“What’s the matter with you?” Jin accused Namjoon, once he closed the door. “Why do you always turn into such a dick whenever Y/n’s over?”

Namjoon debated what to say for a moment and then sighed. “I don’t like her, man.”

Jin hadn’t expected him to say that which is why it took him a moment to regain his balance.

“W-why?” Jin asked.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, looking down. “Maybe it makes no sense, but she’s just… I don’t know. You’re always with her. Literally, always. You’re late to rehearsals and you’re constantly stuck in your dream world. It’s like… It’s like we lost you.”

“I’m in love, Joon,” Jin said, sighing sadly. “I’m sorry for being late, but I’m not sorry for anything else.”

Namjoon just nodded and swallowed, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

“You haven’t lost me,” Jin continued then. “Maybe I’ve just been a little preoccupied with my relationship but I’m still here. I’m still the same person. And, honestly, it hurts me to see you dislike the girl that I’m in love with. Give her a chance, Joon. Please.”

“I’ll try,” Namjoon said. “I’m happy for you, Jin. I am, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Just… try to find a way to make your relationship and job work, okay? And apologize to Y/n for me.”

Jin nodded his head and the two boys watched each other for a moment before laughing uncomfortably and sharing a quick hug to let each other know that there were no hard feelings between them.


Originally posted by randomgirlwitharobe

Yoongi was exiting his studio, on his way to his bedroom to prepare for your date, when he heard a voice outside of Jin’s room and stopped short.

“He’s not coming,” Jin was talking to someone on the phone. “Ever since he met Y/n, he hasn’t bothered to hang out with us. I’m not going to even ask him.”

Yoongi’s heart started to race when he heard your name slip from Jin’s lips. He listened more intently but he couldn’t hear what the other person on the phone was saying.

“No, I’m pretty sure she tells him not to go,” Jin said, then. “I mean, Yoongi was never a big fan of parties but if we asked him nicely, he would go. But then he started dating—”

Not wanting to hear him say your name again, Yoongi stepped into the room, surprising Jin and forcing him to drop his phone in panic.

“Knocking seems to be a thing that exists!” Jin exclaimed, clutching his chest and breathing deeply. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“What the fuck were you talking about?” Yoongi asked.

“W-what do you mean?” Yoongi saw Jin hang up the phone and put the phone in his back pocket without getting up from the bed.

“I heard you talk about Y/n, hyung,” Yoongi said. “It’s not cool.”

“Oh,” Jin said and then stayed quiet for a moment, trying to choose his next words. “I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that she’s sort of stealing you away from the rest of us, isn’t she?”

“She’s not stealing me away from anyone,” Yoongi replied angrily. “I’m the one who makes the choice to spend as much time with her as I can because, believe it or not, I love her. And I’ve never had anything like that before.”

“Look, I understand but—”

“No, Jin,” Yoongi stopped him, shaking his head. “If there’s a ‘but,’ then you don’t understand. And honestly, I can’t believe you would voluntarily talk shit about someone that means so much to me.”

“I’m not talking shit,” Jin defended himself. “And for the record, you haven’t even introduced her to us.”

“Well, maybe the reason why I haven’t introduced her to you is because you’re already behaving like a dick,” Yoongi said. “It’s already hard for her to be with me, she doesn’t need my friends hating her, too.”

Jin sighed, finally understanding that fighting with Yoongi about this was pointless. He was never going to win.

“I’m sorry,” Jin said, finally. “I’ll be nice. All of us will be. Bring her around sometime.”

Fighting the urge to yell a little more, Yoongi swallowed. “I’ll think about it.”


Originally posted by sosjimin

Hoseok was really excited when he told the rest of the members that you were coming to visit him since he was on tour and hasn’t seen you in a month now. All the other members cheered and congratulated him. All, except for Taehyung, who continued to sit on the couch at the other end of the room.

“Taehyung,” Hoseok called out. “Is something wrong?”

Taehyung raised his head from the phone in his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, hold on,” Hoseok told the five guys around him and headed towards Taehyung, sitting down next to him once he reached him. “Seriously, what’s the matter?”

Taehyung took a deep breath and locked his phone before turning to look at Hoseok.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Taehyung started. “But I don’t think Y/n is the girl for you.”

Hoseok’s mouth had suddenly gone dry. “Sorry, what?”

“I know you like her and that’s great, hyung,” Taehyung said. “But, really, there’s so many fish in the sea. I could introduce you to—”

“Wait, Taehyung,” Hoseok placed a hand on Taehyung’s face, covering his mouth to prevent him from saying anything else. “What are you trying to tell me? That I shouldn’t be with Y/n?”

“Well…” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. “She’s just so… weird. And she’s not your type at all.”

“I don’t have a type,” Hoseok said. “And if I did, I’m sure I’d just describe Y/n.”

“You say that now, but, seriously, hyung, she’s just a girl—”

“She’s not just a girl!” Hoseok jumped up from the couch, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. “She’s the love of my life.”

Taehyung wasn’t expecting this. Not even Hoseok himself expected to say that.

Intense silence was the only thing left in the room as Hoseok tried to get himself together. Once he felt like he did, he turned to look at Taehyung with a soft expression.

“I love her,” he told him. “And I’m sorry if you can’t accept that. But I would love it if you at least tried. I’m really not looking for anyone else, Taehyung. I’m happy with her.”

Taehyung swallowed slowly, understanding. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

Hoseok nodded, standing up again.

“Maybe try to get to know Y/n better,” he addressed Taehyung one more time. “I’m sure you’d really like her if you tried.”


Originally posted by rapnamu

Namjoon always claimed that you brought out the best in him and all of the guys seemed to love you for it. They immediately accepted you as one of their own, and whenever the seven of them hung out together, they would invite you, too.

You were more than happy to hang out with them, of course. The only downside was Yoongi.

At first, you thought he looked annoyed all of the time, but then you found out that this was not the case. He was actually a really fun guy. And yet, whenever you were over at the dorm, Yoongi was always looking frustrated. You tried to start up a conversation with him, but he just cut you off shortly, basically letting you know that you shouldn’t even try.

You hated that. You saw how happy it made Namjoon to know that you got along with his friends and you didn’t want him to suddenly be upset because Yoongi seemed to have a problem with you. Which is why you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Can I talk to you, Yoongi?” you asked him one night, when the eight of you were hanging out in the dorm.

“We’re talking,” Yoongi replied subtly enough, so no one else would notice his immediate change in demeanor.

“No, I mean, alone,” you said. “I just have something I want to tell you.”

Namjoon perked up at this. “Keeping secrets from me, baby?”

You saw Yoongi roll his eyes at the nickname and you frowned for a moment, but then turned to face your boyfriend with a soft smile.

“Of course not,” you told him, quickly kissing him on the cheek. “Actually, this is about you. But I’ll tell you later.”

You stood up from the couch, giving Yoongi an expecting look. He finally realized that he had no choice but to follow you or he’d end up causing a scene in front of the others and that was clearly not what he wanted. So, groaning loudly, he got up from the couch and followed you out of the room.

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked Yoongi right away, as soon as he closed the door, separating you from the rest of the guys.

“What?” Yoongi blinked. “Where did you get that from?”

“Come on, it’s obvious. You always turn into a huge mess of anger and frustration around me,” you said. “And we’ve barely had any conversations. So, what is it? What have I done wrong?”

Yoongi sighed and looked back to make sure the door was still closed.

“It’s not you, Y/n,” Yoongi said. “It’s just… don’t get me wrong, but you’re always here.”

Now that was a punch in your face you weren’t expecting. “I’m not sure how I could get you wrong.”

“No, it’s not what I—” Yoongi shook his head, sighing again. “Okay, thing is, before you come over, Namjoon always gives us a long lecture – emphasis on long – about how we need to be on our best behavior once you’re around. And you’re always around! And all of a sudden, the rest of the guys just got used to you, and they can fool around and avoid Joon’s dirty looks but I can’t.”

You listened patiently, not daring to interrupt him.

“So, it’s not you that I hate,” Yoongi said. “I hate the fact that for some reason, I can’t be myself around you because Namjoon seems to think that you’ll leave him if you don’t like us.”

“That is bullshit,” you spoke finally. “First of all, I’d never leave Namjoon, I love him with all of my heart. Second of all, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Please don’t feel obligated to hold yourself back from whatever you want to do when I’m around. You can be yourself around me.”

“So Namjoon can lock me out of the dorm later? No thanks.”

“He wouldn’t do that,” you said with some hesitation. “I’ll talk to him about this, okay? I really don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

Slowly, Yoongi nodded.

You nodded back. “I’m glad we talked about this.”

“Me too,” Yoongi agreed. “And I’m sorry I gave you the impression that I hated you.”


Originally posted by jikookdetails

Jimin jumped around the back of the stage, telling everyone who listened that his girlfriend was in the audience tonight and he was ecstatic. This wasn’t the first time you would see him perform, but this was the first time you came to their actual concert.

However, thirty minutes until showtime, Jimin’s excitement died down.

“Oh God,” he said loudly. “What if I forget my moves? What if I get so distracted that I forget I’m even on stage? Or worse! What if I forget the lyrics?”

“Whoa,” Hoseok interrupted his self-doubt. “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted. “I just know that Y/n’s here and I want to perform really well, so she would be impressed. But I’m so nervous that I feel like I’ll screw up.”

“Come on, Jimin, you’re always nervous,” Hoseok said with an encouraging smile. “You’ll be great!”

“No, but I’m freaking out,” Jimin continued. “Seriously, what if—”

“Jimin, is this because Y/n’s here?” Hoseok said, suddenly serious. “Because you tend to lose the grip on yourself whenever she’s in the audience. So, maybe – and this is just a suggestion – you shouldn’t bring her to your shows.”

“Shouldn’t bring her to my—what?” Jimin stopped fidgeting and looked at Hoseok with confusion. “But I want her to see me perform.”

“Do you, really?” Hoseok asked. “Because it sounds to me like you just need validation. And you’re making it seem that if you screw up on stage, she’ll dump you. So, I’m just saying that maybe, if you feel this terrified of her seeing you do something wrong, she’s not the one for you.”

Jimin was completely taken aback by his words. “Are you serious, hyung? I just needed you to tell me that everything would be okay, not give me relationship advice.”

“How many times have I told you that everything was going to be okay?” Hoseok countered. “I’m losing patience here. So, I’m sorry, but I’m just telling the truth.”

Hoseok had turned around to walk away, but Jimin grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Do you… not like Y/n, or something?” he asked carefully.

Hoseok bit his lip, looking for the right way to say this. “When she makes you this nervous – no. Not particularly.”

“But it’s not her that’s making me nervous,” Jimin said. “It’s me.”

“Yeah. And you’re nervous because of her. So, technically…”

Jimin just watched Hoseok for a minute.

“I don’t like this conversation,” Jimin said finally. “I don’t like hearing you say that you don’t like my girlfriend.”

“Okay,” Hoseok shrugged. “I’m going to go find the—”

“No, wait,” Jimin stopped him again. “If I promise to get a grip on myself whenever Y/n’s in the audience, do you promise to never ever use the words ‘hate’ and ‘Y/n’ in the same sentence again?”

“I don’t hate her, Jimin,” Hoseok said with a sigh. “I just don’t like that she turns you into a nervous wreck before every show.”

“It’s not her fault!” Jimin said a little louder than he intended to and a few make-up artists turned their heads to look at them. “It’s my fault I’m nervous. She’s not doing anything wrong. So, dislike me, if you have to. Not her.”


“No, hyung,” Jimin cut him off. “Y/n’s incredible. I love her. There’s no reason for anyone to hate her and I won’t accept it if people do that.”

Hoseok, understanding that this was a lost cause, and Jimin wasn’t even hearing him, just nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Jimin repeated. “I’m going to go to freak out to Jungkook now.”


Originally posted by saintminyoongi

You always found Jungkook intimidating and you’ve told this to Taehyung multiple times. And every time, Taehyung would say that it’s nonsense and that it’s just your imagination because maybe Jungkook just wasn’t used to you yet.

But it’s been a year and Jungkook still left the room when you entered it. Every time he did that, you shot Taehyung a helpless look but he would just shrug his shoulders and smile, making you forget your worries momentarily.

Taehyung always did everything he could to make you feel welcome around the dorm, and the other guys seemed to like you, too. And yet Jungkook’s indifference still made the atmosphere glum for you.

“If this upsets you so much, I’ll talk to him,” Taehyung said one day after he noticed your face fall once Jungkook left the room again. “But really, you have no reason to feel uncomfortable here.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything. Taehyung placed a quick kiss on your temple and got up to find where Jungkook had gone to.

“Jungkook!” he called out in the hallway.

“Yeah?” a voice replied somewhere at the end of the hall and Taehyung headed over there to find Jungkook sitting on the counter in the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked him.

A little confused, Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. “Sitting.”

“Why’d you leave the living room?” Taehyung said. “We were about to watch a movie. Y/n said—”

An involuntary groan slipped past Jungkook’s lips and Taehyung stopped talking instantly.

“What… the hell was that?” Taehyung asked. “Do you not like Y/n?”

Jungkook stayed quiet but Taehyung wasn’t going to leave him alone.

“Do you seriously not like her?” he asked again. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“You never shut up about her,” Jungkook said so quietly that Taehyung almost didn’t hear him. “Whenever we do something, it’s always like Y/n this, Y/n that.”

Taehyung hadn’t realized that he talked about you that much. “Okay. So, tell me to stop talking about her.”

“I did,” Jungkook said, finally raising his eyes to meet Taehyung’s. “You stopped for, like, five minutes and started again. Do you realize that our team lost nearly every match on Overwatch because you—”

“Please don’t make this about Overwatch,” Taehyung stopped him. “I’m sorry if I annoyed you by talking about her all of the time. But you’re seriously upsetting her by leaving the room every time she comes over.”

“Am I not allowed to hang out elsewhere?” Jungkook said nonchalantly. “She’s not my girlfriend, she’s yours. I’m under no obligation to always be around whenever she is.”

This hurt Taehyung for some reason and he needed a moment to recover.

“You’re my best friend,” he told him, then. “And she’s my girlfriend. She gets along with the rest of the guys perfectly but you’re being difficult.”

“I’m not being anything,” Jungkook countered. “And I don’t remember there being a rule that best friends had to get along really well with the other girlfriends.”

“There’s no rule but it would make me happy.”

Jungkook groaned again, forcing Taehyung to sigh.

“Okay. Don’t be friends with Y/n,” he told Jungkook then. “But, please, at least don’t dramatically refuse to be in the same room with her. It’s not cool.”


“And… you would definitely like her if you got to know her,” Taehyung added with a playful smirk. “She’s really good at Overwatch.”

Jungkook squinted at Taehyung. “You’re just saying that to make me like her.”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head. “I’m saying that as a warning.”

“How is that a warning?”

“When you find out how good she is, you’ll want to date her, too,” Taehyung said. “But back off. She’s mine.”


Originally posted by jengkook

The boys had a thirty-minute break before their next interview and they were planning to explore Tokyo for a little while before coming back. Jungkook, however, was holed up in his hotel room.

“I’m good,” Jungkook told Jimin who came to ask him to come with the rest of them. “I’m going to skype-chat with Y/n.”

“You skype-chatted her this morning,” Jimin said matter-of-factly. “Does she not have anything better to do but talk to you?”

“She’s free from school today,” Jungkook answered, not raising his head from his phone. “It happens rarely and I’m using this as an opportunity to talk to her.”

“Jungkook, you’re already texting her,” Jimin said, pointing at his phone. “And you can text her while you’re outside, too.”

“Yeah, but I want to see her. And it’s only possible on Skype.”

“But we want to see you, too!” Jimin said, raising his voice and making Jungkook finally look up at him. “Seriously, ever since you started dating her, we haven’t even heard anything from you. The only time we see you is during rehearsals and on stage when we’re performing.”

“And that proves that you see me for the majority of time every day,” Jungkook replied. “So, I don’t get the problem.”

“The problem is that she has you wrapped around her finger and you don’t even see it,” Jimin snapped. “You’re adjusting your schedule to fit hers. You’re taking extra flights to see her and then show up to rehearsals jetlagged and exhausted. It’s not good for your health. Does she care about that? No, it doesn’t look like she does, she just—”

“Stop right there, Jimin,” Jungkook said, locking his phone and putting it away to concentrate on this conversation. “I don’t remember you being part of my relationship. And I sure as hell don’t remember you talking to Y/n and asking her what she cared about.”

“Okay, no need to get all pissed off,” Jimin said, suddenly a little intimidated by Jungkook’s angry and protective tone. “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re obviously sacrificing a lot to be with her and she’s not doing much—”

“Have you thought that maybe the reason why she’s not doing much is because she can’t?” Jungkook was shouting now. “She can’t fly out to see me, because, unlike me, she doesn’t have enough money to fly around the world whenever she wants to. And she can’t hang out with me as often as she wants because she has exams almost every day. On top of that, she gets hate for simply being my girlfriend. So, I’m sorry if you don’t like the fact that I’m trying to make this relationship easier for her.”

Jimin stayed quiet for a moment. “I didn’t think about that.”

“Of course not,” Jungkook huffed, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I’m sorry for losing my temper. I just wish you understood how scared I am to lose her. This relationship is hard work, for Y/n especially, and it’s even harder when I’m away. But I would never even think about ending it. I love her too much.”

Jimin nodded, no longer having any other comments to add.

“Okay,” he said. “I see. I’m sorry I said those things. Tell Y/n I said hi.”

The Serpent And The Cheerleader| Sweet Pea x Reader

Pairing- Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: Some Swearing But Not That Bad Also light angst but major fluff though like marshmallow level. 

Genre: Slight Angst And Major Fluff

Fandom: Riverdale

Summary: Reader And Sweet Pea Have A Secret Relationship, The Reader Being From The North Side, While he’s a South Sider. And to top it off, Shes A Cheerleader And He’s A Serpent, Both From Totally Different Worlds. After A Long Stressful practice for the River Vixens, Reader goes home where she learns that her relationship..Might not stay hidden. As emotions come crashing down on her, she calls her favourite Serpent and has a heart to heart.

Parts: Two

Authors Note: Should this get a part two? I’m not quite sure honestly, Maybe if this gets support i’ll write up a part two? Also this isn’t the best and I apologize. Quick note as well, I Head cannon that Sweet Pea is a total softie for whoever he is dating. I will take this to my grave and fight anyone. Also my requests are open.

-The (L/N) family, a family known throughout the town of Riverdale. The Mother and Father of the family being high school sweethearts that ended up tying the knot. Not only that, but they were highly respected in the community due to them having ties with publishers and business men. But like any other family in Riverdale, They weren’t the perfect family they were thought to be behind doors. But this story isn’t about the parent’s. Its about their River Vixen Gem of a daughter, (Y/N) (L/N).

A deep sigh left my body as I made my way through the crowded hallways, attempting to get home quickly. Practice for the River Vixens had ended early due to the paranoia from the recent events by someone called the black hood. I must have spaced out, because I was brought back to reality by the red haired bombshell, Cheryl Blossom.

“Did you even hear me? Ugh, Anyways I said practice is tomorrow at the same time.” she said to me as she walked beside me, still clad in her uniform as I was as well. I gave a meek nod to her as we went out the door’s of the school and into the cold. The red head came to a pause, turning to me and giving me a small kiss on the cheek and a small hug. “I’ll text you later stay safe, see you tomorrow dearie.” she said as she walked away quickly, leaving me alone.

After a twenty minute walk, I made it home. I quickly scaled the steps and went into my house. I was met with a sight that made me take a shaky deep breath. There sat my mother with her arms crossed, in front of her on the table laid a pile of clothes that obviously weren’t apart of my wardrobe as I wore lighter colors while the clothing was mostly black. She gave me a look as she raised an eyebrow while leaning forward.

“What are these?” Her shrill voice rang out through the room. I felt myself begin to sweat with anxiety, as I took a deep breath. “Oh..those are some friend’s clothes that they let me borrow. I’ve been meaning to return them, it completely slipped my mind.” I gave a fake smile towards my mother as I tightened my grip on my backpack strap. Her gaze turned cold as she stood up, grabbing the pile of clothes.

She quickly walked forward, slamming the pile into my chest as I fumbled to catch it. “Dinner is an hour. Your father will be joining us.” Was all she said as she brushed past me and went into the kitchen. I stood there for a few seconds frozen, before stiffly making my way upstairs towards my bedroom.

I quickly scaled the steps and went into my bedroom, making sure to close it behind me. I changed out of uniform and into a sweater and leggings, Making sure to hang up my uniform. I tossed the pile of clothing that my mother had found into my laundry bin, making sure to hide it along with some of my own laundry.

I sat down on my bed as I fished my phone out of my backpack. I quickly unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts until I found a certain one, I paused for a second before dialing and holding my phone to my ear. I listened as the line buzzed, waiting for the person on the other side to pick up. A click was heard before someone spoke up, “Hello?”

I felt my heart speed up as my emotions started to pour out, “Sweet Pea, My mom I think she knows. What if my dad knows?” I Choked out, feeling tears fill my eyes. I heard the male on the line mumble a few swears before giving a sigh “Calm down babe..its gonna be alright, trust me. Take a deep breath and tell me what make’s you think she knows.”

Just hearing his voice seemed to calm my nerves as I took a deep breath, like instructed. “Well for starters, while I was at school she went through my room! shes always been obsessive over my life but shes never went this far. She must have dug deep because she found some clothes that you left here. She ambushed me when I got home.” I said, my voice shaking. “What did you tell her?” He softly asked me. “I told her that the clothes were just some a friend let me borrow.” I whispered out.

It was quiet on the line for a few seconds. “what will happen if your parent’s find out? You always avoid telling me every time I ask. I Know they wont be pleased but tell me what would they do?” Sweet Pea’s Voice was firm and clear, even on the phone he seemed intimidating but I felt comforted by his voice rather than scared or shaken.

“They’ll try to keep us apart, hell they might even try to send me away. They’ll either be ashamed and try to hide our relationship or they’ll tell the entire town. They’ll definitely try to make me ashamed to be seen with you but that will never happen. I love you and rather be with you than some asshole Jock from my school with an over obsessed personality.” I whispered the final part, fearing someone might be listening in.

I heard the male on the line give a small chuckle, making my heartbeat begin to race and my face become warm. “And I love you to Princess, despite what anyone says and whatever happens.” A comforting silence filled the line after he said this. “Can I still come over tonight to crash?”

I let out a small laugh “Your always welcomed. I enjoy your company and having someone to rant to that actually listens.” The male gave a small hum, clearing his throat. “I’ll come over at like eight or nine, please don’t leave me in the cold like last Saturday.”

A fake offended gasp leaves me “You didn’t knock on my window or anything. Or even text me. How was I supposed to know that you were outside?” He clicks his tongue “Well I don’t know..this is just a suggestion, Maybe look out the window sometimes?”

I fall into a fit of giggles, the male on the line giving a small laugh as well. “Shit, Baby I have to go. I would love to talk more but duty calls.” By his tone, he sounds disappointed. “that’s fine sweets, I love you stay safe.” I softly say, feeling my face become hot once more despite saying this multiple times. “Love you to, see you later tonight” A click rang out, notifying me that he had hung up.

I held my phone to my chest, waiting for my face to cool down. Despite being in a relationship with the male for three months, Still the smallest things made me flustered. Once my face cooled down and the butterflies in my stomach disappeared, I tossed my phone onto my bed and stretched.

My door was thrown open, My mother standing there with a sour expression stitched onto her face. “Dinner’s Ready. Your father is waiting downstairs.” she sharply said as she swiftly turned around and went storming down the stairs. I took a deep breath before leaving my room and going downstairs into the dinning room.

There sat my mother at one end of the table and at the other my father, who wore a more blank expression unlike my mother who looked ready to smash something. The table was set with plates and silverware along with Dinner, Pasta and salad with bread sticks. My father made a small hand motion. “Take a seat, we need to talk about a few things.” I felt my stomach drop and fear imprison me once more as my fathers voice rang out through the dinning room.

His Voice Was Sharp And Held Tones Of Anger 

Staying Quiet- Part One

Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x Steve Rogers

Summary- The reader was made from Tony’s DNA (and an unknown inhuman). Fury brings her to Tony after the civil war.  The reader is 5 and doesn’t speak due to the trauma she has faced in her life. But Tony finds out she can control machines.

Message- There is going to be a part two that includes more Stony.

Word Count- 1103

“So she’s my..?” Tony whispers.

“Daughter. Yeah.” Fury says and Tony just stares at you with wide eyes. “I thought it best to bring her to you, but if you don’t want to deal with this…”

“No, I-I’ll take her. W-What’s her…?” Then he turns to you and kneels down in front of you. “What’s your name, sweetie.” You just blink up at him, unsure of his intentions.

“She doesn’t speak, her file says her name is Y/N.” Fury says. “We don’t know much about her, the group that created her deleted most of the files, before we could get there. Here’s what we could find.” Fury finishes as he hands Tony a file. The two men shook hands and Fury left, leaving you alone with your Dad.

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Title:  Feels Like Love

Word Count: 6521

Summary:  Draco returns to Hogwarts, determined not to want anything. But Potter changes that. Potter changes everything.

A/n:   Much love and thanks to @drarrysgirl & @justanotherdrarryblog for helping me work through some plot issues as I wrote.  any mistakes left are my own.

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Draco Malfoy had learned fairly recently not to get his hopes up, that he could no longer expect things to be a certain way just because he wanted them to be.  In many regards he’d spent his entire life not wanting for anything, which meant that when he had wanted something that he couldn’t have he didn’t usually take it very well.  

Like Potter.

Draco shakes his head, determined not to go there, at least not yet.  He slides the door to his compartment open slowly, before plopping down gracelessly onto the tattered seat.  There’s no one to see him after all so decorum be damned.  People had started avoiding him the second he’d stepped on to Platform 9 ¾.  His mother had warned him of course, had practically begged him not go, but he felt like he owed it if not to himself than to Snape or Dumbledore to prove he could be better.  

He knows most of this second chance is due to his mother, and to Potter of course.  He owes them both a great deal for speaking on his behalf before the Wizengamot.  Yet he knows that regardless of how he got it,  he is the only one who can make it count.  No one else will be able to help him make amends for the sins of his past.  He’s not even sure he can.  All he knows for sure is that he wants to try, and that has to count for something.

He rests his chin on his hand and stares out the window wondering what it will feel like to go back to the place he tried so hard to destroy.  He has failed so many times, first at doing the right thing and then he’d even gone and failed at doing the wrong thing.  He knows there will be no more chances after this one though.  He cannot fail.  

He feels a sense of bitterness when he thinks of it now, of how much he’d wanted to prove everyone wrong, and now of just how much he wishes to prove the onces he believed he could be redeemed right; to prove he deserves the second chance he’s somehow been given.

Sometimes it feels as if other people’s sacrifices weigh him down more than they lift him up.


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teenage fever ❖ baekhyun

Somehow your mother caught something in the way both of your hands gripped into each others, something at first you and him didn’t notice, but that you were sure was going to ruin your life.

@byunshim requested: HI! dunno if ur still taking requests but can u do one where Baek is ur college professor, u have a crush on him and then find out later that he’s ur little sis’ boyfriend? Like maybe a 5yr age gap between the two… but when he realizes that ur sisters, he starts to act weirdly… because apparently, he had noticed u during lectures too. LOTS OF ANGST (like u trying to push him away but he won’t leave u alone) but happy ending for Baek x Reader. Thanks!

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genre: baekhyun! philosophy uni professor au, age gap (if you don’t like, please don’t read), angst, slice of life and fluff + a lot of sexual tension!

[this turned out as a fourshots because i wrote in a day a 20k words story and i was shook when i saw the count, so i’m going to divide this in four parts that i’ll post almost every day (a part from tuesday because i have an exsam) hope you’ll like it!]

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First days were hell, I mean all days at school were hell, but first days always had that extra demon that poked your stomach and made you want to throw up all the breakfast you had in the morning. That was your younger sister’s first day in university and your first day on your second year in the same place, sadly the thought of having your own sister in the same place where you spent most of your daily hours wasn’t that exciting, thanks God she took a different path from your. Meanwhile you decided to follow your heart and take Art and Philosophy, she decided to welcome your parent’s suggestion and took Accountancy and Mathematical classes, which surely was something suitable for her perfectionist mind.

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The bet

(A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)

Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

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Originally posted by almie18

   Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance. 

   A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her. 

   "(Y/N), you’re here!“ 

   "I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile. 

   Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.

    “I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows. 

   "Okay…what’s the catch?“ 

   "You have to date her for more than four months,”

    “no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

    “What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly. 

   "Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.

    "Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month," 

   "Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down. 

   "Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“

   "Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.

      “Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her. 

   "Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.

    "She recently moved to Brooklyn-" 

   "Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was. 

   Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one. 

   The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.

    Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.

    “(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?" 

   "Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again. 

   "No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there. 

   "I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“ 

   "I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest," 

   "Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”

    “Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.

    “Are- are you serious?" 

   "Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely. 

   "You’re not lying to me?“

    "No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it. 

   "I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand… 

    Well- Bucky had fucked up Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.

    After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.

    It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it. 

   He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible. 

   He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best. 

    “Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.

     "Yeah, yeah I am,“

    "I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over. 

   It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache. 

   "In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.

     "(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“

     "Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment. 

    Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve. 

   "Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“

    "Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad," 

   "What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”

     "you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“ 

    "I thought she deserved to know!" 

    "God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”

    “I do!" 

   "Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.

     "That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“ 

    "Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.

     "Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off. 

   "You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!" 

   "I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!" 

   "I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!" 

    "Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”

     "Why should I you heartless prick?“ 

    "Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher. 

    “She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief. 

    “Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough," 

   "You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.

    With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.  

   "She loves the stars,“

     "Yeah, I know that Pegs,”

    “Loves chocolate," 

    "I know that too,”

     "She loves to read-“

     "Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”

    “She likes red wine too,”

    “How is this going to help me at all?”

    “Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her," 

   "Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”

     "Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“ 

    Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.

     Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer. 

    "Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.

     "(Y/N), please just open up,“ 

  "Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?” 

  “No, I’m here to ask you on a date-” 

  “a date? Are you serious?” 

  “Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”

   “Why should I?” 

  “Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.

    “So…a date?” 

  “Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form. 

   “I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”

   “Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does. 

  “Of course not, wear whatever you want,” 

  “…when do we leave?” 

  “Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-” 

  “It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”

   “No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”

   “that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”

      “I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.

       “Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,

      “Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.

     Well, she had said yes, that was a start.

    As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.

  “You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.

  “I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.

  “Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear.
  “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”

  “Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”

  “It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”

  “Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…

   The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.

  “This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

  “It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-

   Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.

  (Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.

  “Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.

   “You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.

   “You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.

  “Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.

  “Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.

  Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.

  “Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.

    “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.

     It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.

    Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-

     “As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”

Single Dad, CEO! ♡ Tom Holland Head Canon

summary: ceo!tom meets single dad! tom

wc: about 2100

warnings: language ?? lot’s of cuteness ??

author’s note: two of my favorite tom au’s and hOLY SHIT I’M SO GLAD AN ANON MENTIONED THIS SHOUTOUT TO YOU!! there’s a lot i left out simply because it would be extremely long if i didn’t so i apologize but there may be a part 2 in the future ??

  • Single Dad!Tom was an accident, but also the biggest miracle in Tom’s eyes
  • His daughter’s mom, a woman he vaguely remembered sleeping with one drunken night,  left her with Tom one morning as a “surprise” never to be heard from or seen again
  • He had no idea his daughter even existed, he wasn’t even sure she really was his
  • But her features were almost identical to hers, being a dead giveaway he couldn’t ignore
  • It took him awhile to process it
  • She was merely a few months old when her mother dropped her off at Tom’s penthouse without so much as a second thought
  • However, Tom was probably the most clueless person on how to be a father
  • He vaguely had memories of helping with his younger brothers, but it was never his responsibility to take care of them as babies
  • He immediately called Harrison over to help him figure it out
  • “Are you gonna.. Keep it?”
  • “Fuckin’ hell, Harrison, of course I’m keeping her.”
    • he says this while admiring the baby girl in the car seat who was still sound asleep
  • “You’re telling me you had no idea she was even born??”
  • “Harrison..if I knew I had gotten a woman pregnant don’t you think I would’ve mentioned it at some point??”
  • Tom finding her birth certificate and other important papers her mother left in a folder
  • Her name is Genesis, and he’s positive it’s the most beautiful name he’s ever heard now
  • He really struggles balancing work and taking care of Genesis for the first few months
  • He couldn’t decide on a day care and went to at least a dozen because he wanted to make sure it was perfect for his little angel who already had Tom wrapper around her tiny finger
  • He makes sure his assistant doesn’t schedule any meetings around the times he drops/picks up Genesis from day care
  • Everywhere he goes with her, he proudly carries her and her diaper bag
  • Loads of trips to the park as she gets to be around 2 years old
  • Pushing her on the little swings for a good hour until she’s tired and his arms feel like falling off
  • Sometimes when his schedule is free, he’ll pack them both a small picnic filled with PB&J’s and juice boxes
  • As Genesis gets older, Tom is really picking up on this whole parenting thing
  • He does his best to revolve his schedule around her little life
  • Bringing her into the office as often as he can just to show her off
  • She’s a really excited toddler and is always buzzing with energy, especially when she’s getting non stop attention at Tom’s work
  • She loves spinning around in his office chair
  • All of his employees LOVING her
  • She’s made best friends with one of the older women who work there, Carol, from the sales department
  • “Daddy, daddy, look!! Carol made me a bracelet!!”
  • Secretly, Tom gives Carol a raise because she offers to babysit Genesis sometimes and Tom is just so grateful for how much Carol likes her
  • He’ll carry Genesis through the building with a huge, excited smile on his face
  • On the weekends he makes sure to go all out and cook them big breakfasts with waffles and bacon and fruit and eggs and really he just loves doing things for her
  • She loves when he gives himself a whipped cream beard, her giggles filling the kitchen
  • Let me tell you, it’s the best thing that has ever happened
  • She begs him to practice in the living room with her, insisting she teaches him  
    • Although he has a few moves up his sleeve
  • So he’d put on his serious listening face and give her his full attention
  • But she’d pause it in the middle of the lesson to go put on her tutu
  • And she’d come back with a pink blanket from her room, begging Tom to put it on around his waist so he could be a “pretty pink dancer” too!
  • Yet she’s his baby girl, so really he’d do anything to make her happy
  • Except one evening when he missed one of her recitals due to an extremely important business meeting followed by ridiculous traffic
  • He finally makes it, but the little dancers are attempting to do their final bow in unison
  • His heart is so heavy with sorrow and regret and he feels like the worst dad ever 
  • But Genesis comes running to him when all is over and he’d pick her up immediately and start apologizing to her for missing it
  • “It’s ok, daddy, I still love you a lot”
  • He’d never admit his eyes teared up
  • Taking Genesis out for ice cream to make up for it and letting her stay up two hours later than usual
  • “Dad we’re british it’s normal for us”
  • “Darling, nothing is normal about daddy wearing this princess tutu.”
  • It was a contrast to his usual business attire
  • Helping Genesis arrange all of her larger stuffed animals around the table
  • Filling up little tea cups with apple juice and putting on a proper English accent
  • It never fails to make Genesis laugh
  • Once he gets into it, he’s wanting to continue it longer than she does
  • “Ok, daddy I’m bored.”
  • “But Mr. Giraffe was telling me a brilliant story about-”
  • “No, we’re done.”  
  • Her first day of Kindergarten was the most stressful day for him
  • He tried braiding her hair
    • Keyword: Tried
  • Genesis letting out little heavy sighs as he tugs on her hair in an attempt to do the seemingly complicated twists
  • Tom moved all his meetings so that he could have the morning dedicated to Genesis’ big day
  • Loading up her little pink backpack with extra snacks, juice boxes, her favorite teddy bear, and loads of crayons and new supplies she begged to have
  • Driving his own BMW instead of having his driver take them because this was a big deal
  • Constantly checking on her in the backseat through the rearview mirror
  • “Daddy why do you keep looking back here?”
  • “You’re not allowed to keep growing up”
    • Not to mention this little 5 year old had a slight crush on “uncle” Harrison
    • It irritated Tom to NO END
  • Pulling up to the school and Tom assisting her out of her car seat, helping her little legs reach the ground of the car
  • Him holding her hand and guiding her to her classroom
  • He feels very out of place since the room is filled with mainly moms
  • Loads of moms staring at the gorgeous man ???
  • Giving polite smiles to them and he swears he heard one of them say, “I’d get a divorce for that one over there,” while pointing to him
  • He’s really flattered but all he wants to focus on is Genesis
  • Helping her find her name tag on one of the tiny tables
  • The teacher starts dismissing parents and Tom really doesn’t want to leave
  • He might’ve tried bribing the teacher but she still refused
  • Leaving the classroom after giving Genesis lots of hugs and forehead kisses
  • Watching her talk to the kids around her makes him grin
  • So he thought when she asked him for help it would be a piece of cake
  • “What is this shit??”
  • “Daddy, language.”
    • “Sorry, what is this crap?”
  • She definitely got his attitude
  • Long after Genesis figured out the simple word problems and gone to bed, he’s still trying to make sense of the kindergarten common core logic
  • Ringing Harrison for his opinion
  • “Listen, mate, google it or some shit, it’s 1:00 a.m.”
  • Let’s not forget the matching Spider-Man shirts Tom insists on getting him and Genesis because they both adored the superhero
  • When it’s career day in 2nd grade, Genesis is EXTREMELY excited to bring her dad in
  • He wears one of his best suits, eager to make a good impression for Genesis
  • Talking about how it is being a CEO
  • Genesis is watching him with such admiration because she’s already so proud of her dad
  • Tom accidentally swearing around a load of 7 and 8 year olds
  • Becoming flustered and apologizing rapidly to the other parents and teachers in the room
  • “Well, that went well.”
  • “Just keep walking, Genny.”
  • The first time Genesis had a field trip in 3rd grade, TOM WAS BEYOND EXCITED
  • He took off a whole day of work and silenced all of his work phones and emails
  • It was a trip to the zoo and he wanted to chaperone
  • He brought extra snacks for all the kids in his group and bought them all tickets to ride the carousels and feed the giraffes and basically gave into whatever the kids wanted
  • Every kid in Genesis’ class wanted to be in Mr. Holland’s group
  • He’s totally loving being the icon of the day
  • When he learned Genesis liked one of the little boys in the group, oH GOD HIS POOR DAUGHTER
  • “Hey, Gen, is thIS THE BOY??” while pointing at the little boy who was very scared
  • “Oh mY GOD, DAD.”
  • Although Tom was arguably one of the smartest businessmen in history, it was unknown whY he wore a white button up and black slacks to the ZOO
  • He really regretted this when they went into the petting zoo
  • A goat chewed a hole through the bottom of his trousers and an other slobbered all over his shirt
  • Tom rarely went on dates after having Genesis, he couldn’t bring himself to make time for another girl in his life since she was basically the star of it now
  • One night, he went on a date with a girl from Italy, who Genesis wasn’t very fond of
  • He left her with the babysitter and promised to come say goodnight again when he got home
  • Being the smart little girl she is, she dialled Tom’s number on her emergency phone while the Nanny was in the kitchen and told him she broke her ankle while practicing ballet
  • Of course, Tom cut the date short and rushed home
  • ONLy to find her practicing pirouettes with the babysitter
  • “What about your ankle??”
  • “I don’t think it was broken, after all!”
  • Tom being very upset that she had lied
  • Questioning her about it after the babysitter left
  • “I didn’t like her. She looked like a bitc-”
  • But really he can’t help but laugh
  • She really took after him when it came to her open mindedness
  • Later on, down the road, Tom met you
  • You were Genesis’ 5th grade teacher
  • She always came home raving about how cool her teacher was is and how nice and you always drew cute pictures on her papers that received perfect scores
  • Parent-Teacher conferences came around and of course he showed up, expecting an older woman from all of Genesis’ descriptions
  • Boy was he wrong
  • You were his age, or maybe a year or two younger
  • He didn’t expect you to be that pretty
  • He tries to be charming but that doesn’t go as planned
  • “So, uh.. What do you do?”
  • “I’m.. a.. Teacher.”
  • Going on and on about how Genesis is easily one of your favorite students
  • Tom going home that night thinking of excuses to see you again
  • So the next day he offers to drive Genesis to school instead of her riding the bus
  • “But Daddddd it’s not cool anymore-”
  • “Get in the car.”
  • Even walking her to her class despite all of her little protests
  • When he gets to the classroom his heart is pretty much going !!!!!!!
  • Lol only to find out there’s a substitute today because you’re sick
  • So he repeats the process the next day and poor Genny is like “dAD WHY ARE YOU HERE”
  • You’re finally back and he makes his way over to you
  • “Hey, Mr. Holland right?” and you smile at him and his heart is doing gymnastics
  • Blushing at his gesture and nodding slightly
  • The 5th graders all going “ooOOOOH MISS Y/L/N”
  • Hushing them while Tom gives you a smile and gives Genesis a hug before leaving
  • Sending a note through Genesis to you the next day containing his phone number
  • Genesis reading the note
  • “Dad you’re so embarrassing.”
  • Genesis giving you the note later in class
  • “It’s from my dad, I think he really likes you. But don’t worry, he has my approval. Are you gonna come over for dinner now?? Can I get an A in all my subjects now???”
  • Texting Tom later in the day, a smile on both of your faces throughout the conversation
  • Tom thanking Genesis when he gets home :’)
  • Also reminding her no matter what she’d always be his favorite girl
  • You ended up being an extremely close second 
Comfort Inn Ending | 3

➭ “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst/smut
wordcount: 5.5k

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distraction ; reddie

Summary: “Jesus, Rich, sometimes I wish you just weren’t here!”

Also known as Reddie angst

Tw: mentioned sexual thoughts

Characters are 16+

Word Count: about 1k

It was one of those days when Richie was overly hyperactive. On those days, he’d go over to Eddie’s, and bother him until Eddie gave up what he was doing so they could talk until he got tired again. So, like usual, that’s what he did.

He made it to Eddie’s and parked his bike on the side of the house by his window, knocking twice before he pushed it up and climbed inside.

Eddie was at his desk at the end of his bed, scribbling words down on a piece of paper. “Hey, Rich,” He says, not even looking back. He knew who it was. It was a routine by now. “Heeeeey, Eds!” Richie grins, sliding into Eddie’s lap. Eddie sighs, dropping his pencil as he looks up at him.

“Just give me thirty minutes, Rich, and we can do whatever you want.” He smiles, but Richie was having none of that. “But I came to see you, Eds, I miss you,” He whimpers, starting to kiss at his jawline.

“Rich… I’m serious, I have to finish an essay,” Eddie whines, pushing Richie off. He falls onto the floor, glaring at Eddie. “Fine,” He mumbles, getting back up and going to sit on Eddie’s bed. He tried his hardest to stay still, but he just couldn’t, his leg bouncing up and down a mile a minute.

The sound was driving Eddie crazy. He was trying his hardest not to snap- as he knew Richie really couldn’t help it, but it was seriously driving him nuts. “Richie,” He says, calmly.

“Yes, honeybear?” Richie nods, looking over at him.

“Can you stop that?”

“Well, you know I can’t-“

“Richie. Stop it.”

With that, Richie’s leg stopped bouncing and the room fell silent again. Eddie continued to work on his essay, getting through another paragraph. He was content until Richie’s leg started bouncing again, about five minutes later.

“Richie!” Eddie snaps. “Please, for the love of Christ, give me thirty fucking minutes of silence!”

Richie scoffs. “You know you can’t go that long without hearing my voice,” He purrs. Without any reason, something inside Eddie snapped, and he turned around at full speed.

“Richie, that is bullshit and you know it! I could go days, weeks, months without you around!” He snaps, and Richie fakes a smile.

“But, Eds, who would you have to fuck?” He snickers, and Eddie balls his hands into fists.

“Anyone but you! Jesus, Rich, sometimes I wish you just weren’t here!” He screams, and Richie scoots backwards on the bed, almost like he was afraid Eddie was going to reach up and hit him. It’s silent for a moment.

“Richie, baby, you know I didn’t-“ Eddie purrs, getting up and going over to hug him, feeling awfully bad at the look on Richie’s face.

“Don’t,” Richie squeaks, getting up himself and moving past him. Eddie whines, reaching for his arm, but Richie pulls away before the two could make contact. “Richie-“


Eddie lets his hand fall to the side, and Richie stares at him for a moment, tears in his eyes, before walking out of the room. Eddie could hear his footsteps go down the stairs, and the door close, once he reached it.

Over the next couple of days, neither Eddie nor Richie did much. The rest of the losers club heard something was wrong from Bill, who had went to Eddie’s. Of course, Eddie didn’t tell him exactly what happened, but he told him that he yelled at Richie and was pretty sure it hit too close to home.

With that as an explanation, the losers didn’t press. They understood. They always did.

Richie didn’t see them at all. He didn’t leave his house until Sunday afternoon. His parents came home from the bar drunker than drunk, screaming at each other, and he didn’t want to listen to it- so he hopped on his bike and rode off to the quarry.

He sat there, on the edge, staring down at the water, for what seemed like hours. His bike was against a tree behind him, and he didn’t notice Eddie approaching until it fell over. Richie glances back, but doesn’t have a joke to make.

“Hey, Rich.” Eddie says slowly, going to sit next to him. Richie lets him, but doesn’t respond, thinking back to what Eddie said to him.

“Look- Richie, I’m really fucking sorry. I didn’t mean what I said at all and… I want you here, Richie, I always want you here, it’s just… you become so much and I don’t know if I can handle that forever- you know? I love you, Richie, but what am I supposed to do? When things get serious? I can’t have you as a distraction.” Eddie says slowly, staring at Richie. Richie puts his head in his knees as he listens, so Eddie wouldn’t have to see the tears falling.

“A distraction.” Richie repeats. “I’m a distraction to you?” He looks up at Eddie, who nods slowly, not expecting to see Richie crying.

Richie stares at him for a minute, after Eddie nods, almost to make sure he wasn’t going to change his answer. “Okay,” He whispers, getting up and dusting himself off. “Then it’s over. I don’t wanna be a d-d-distraction to you anymore.” He chokes out, the tears falling faster- because

holy shit we’re breaking up and i’m not good enough for him i’m not good enough for my parents or eddie or my friends and he’s lying about loving me i’m a distraction and waste of space and holy shit i should of never been born if i jump right now i could die

he couldn’t stand hearing himself say that. Eddie gets up too, going to grab him, kiss him and calm him down, but once again- Richie pulls away quicker. “Rich-“

“N-No! No! Don’t you dare do that. It’s over, Eddie. You don’t have to deal with me anymore.” He says, and with that, he hops on his bike and starts riding off, not hearing Eddie’s screams, begging him to come back.

dean/cas fic: circular (1k)

circular; 1k, pre-coda, inspired by the latest 12x19 promo.


Dean jumps slightly when the bunker’s door creaks. It’s been over a month, but he still thinks please, please, please before looking up.

“Cas,” Sam says.

Cas’ shoulders are stiff. “Hello.”

“Hey. You’re all right. Um ─” Cas turns away and starts down the stairs. Sam glances at Dean before continuing, “Where’ve you been?”

Dean’s pulse is thumping in his ears. “Lemme rephrase that for Sam: where the hell’ve you been? And why’ve you ignored our phone calls?”

“Where I was,” Cas says, pausing beside the table, “the reception was ─ um. Poor.”

Dean’s jaw tics; being angry is easier than ─ it’s just easier. He grunts, “No bars,” and looks back at Sam. “No bars ─ that’s his excuse.” He takes a breath and meets Cas’ eyes. “Wow.”

“I was in Heaven. I was… working with the angels.”

Dean’s mouth moves but nothing comes out. On his third try he says, “You ─ Heaven? You were in Heaven?”


“So you ─ uh. You.” Heat crowds up underneath Dean’s jaw. “You were - did you -?” He’s not sure he wants to ask that question in front of Sam, so he grumbles, “Whatever,” and walks out of the War Room.


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Nine to Five (Part 1)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Father Stiles AU. All Y/n wants is to find a new family to care for, when she comes across an AD in the newspaper, she couldn’t be happier. Stiles hires a new nanny for his daughter, but he soon realizes that he hired someone that would soon become much more than just a nanny.

Do let me know what you think about this, pretty please. Feedback is always wanted. I remember reading something similar to this and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head; I really enjoyed writing it!

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Gif @darlingiminlove

“What about this one?” Lydia questioned, eyeing a small square at the corner of the newspaper. “Nine to Five nanny service needed in the Beacon Hills area, must have experience with children under six years old. Email your resume… Short, straight to the point.” She mused, showing you the ad. You shrugged your shoulders, nodding at her to tell her to send your resume. With a few clicks on her computer, she smiled at you and took a sip of her coffee.

Being without a job for the last two weeks felt amazing, you felt like a new person; refreshed and comfortable. You were sad to see the family you looked after move all the way to the United Kingdom, you always thought you’d see Lori and Brett growing up so your heart shattered when the news was broke to you, but after a couple of days, you accepted it and it was time to move on. Except every ad in the newspaper was either taken or two hours away.

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BTS and Cuddling

this is turning into a series or something. and i totally didn’t disappear for three months straight what are you talking about 👀

  • Seokjin

Pure tall bean. He’d love being the big spoon and just holding you, so that’s probably his go-to position when cuddling. However, he enjoys having your head on his wide chest, but only if you two are napping. At first, it was pretty awkward because he was so nervous his hands were literally shaking as he dragged you a little bit closer to his warm body. He found it kind of awkward though, and he still does, so you guys only cuddle when you’re going to sleep or watching a movie. Seokjin gets flustered when you’re this close, though, no matter how long you’ve been together, but he always smiles when he holds you. He gets hot pretty easily, so you never cuddle with a blanket over you two, unless you’re really cold. If he feels playful, he’d start tickling you. Also, would lean real close to your ear and while his lips are brushing the shell of it, he tells you the worst dad joke you’ve ever heard oh my god this nerd.

“Seokjin, come cuddle me.” “W-what? No-I mean, I-I, I don’t think I can right now.” “Stop being so flustered and hold me.” *while being dragged behind you on the couch, he’s happy that your back is pressed to his chest and you can’t see his blush*

  • Yoongi

My love. He’d totally be the small spoon, it doesn’t matter if you are a smurf, you’re going to hold him when you two cuddle, not the other way around. However, he enjoys when you two lay facing each other, because he loves gazing at your face. When you two face each other, he’ll grab your hands and rub your knuckles, whispering sweet stuff, sometimes kissing your fingers and palm. At first, he gets flustered too, but he gets over it soon. He usually whines for cuddles because we all know he needs attention and love. Whenever you hug him he lets out a quiet, happy sigh. Also, he’d totally come home late and if he doesn’t find you in bed he’s going to drag you in the bedroom and not let you go until morning. If you are already in bed though, he’d just flop down, wiggle his way under the covers and hold you tightly. That’s the only time he’s the big spoon.

“Love, come here.” “Yoongi, I’m busy.” “I can help you do that later, please, angel, let me hold you.” “Yoongi- what are you doing!?” “If you don’t come to me, I’ll take you forcefully. Not anyone gets me all affectionate but when I’m soft for you, you ignore me.” *pouts while pushing you gently on the couch*

  • Hoseok

!!! Cuddle king right here !!! He never ever misses the chance to cuddle you. Actual cuddlebug. Whenever you two aren’t in public he clings to you and good luck if you want to get him off of you. And by public I mean outdoors, because it really doesn’t matter if you two are around someone else, if he can cuddle and smooch you, he will. He doesn’t even care how you two cuddle, in what position, who is on top, who holds who, as long as you two are trapped in his bubble of love it doesn’t matter how you two cuddle. Cuddles also help him calm down, when he comes stressed or tired home, then you can bet your ass the first thing he does after taking off his shoes is collapse on you and hold you loosely while he sleepily mumbles a rant or directly falls asleep. Also, expect many tickle attacks and play fights, Hobi is a mischievous one.

“Babe, I’m tired, come to bed~” “Hobi, I’d love to but I’m kind of busy…” *whimper* “I can help you finish that after I feel better, please?” “… alright.”

  • Namjoon

Shy lil dork who really wants to hold you but something always goes wrong. He gets extremely flustered when you are around, and even if cuddling is great for him, he always does something that ruins everything. And someone usually gets an elbow in the face. However, he tends to hold you protectively while you two are sleeping, and if you don’t fall asleep while cuddling, you sure as hell wake up with this bear grasping at your side. He enjoys you hugging him reassuringly when he feels especially down, while he whispers everything that has been annoying him lately. He might fall asleep in the middle of the rant if you caress his hair. Joonie is big on tackle hugs, but only if you do it.

“Hun, can we… talk…?” “Uh, sure Joonie, what’s wrong?” “Nothing, it’s just that… everything became overwhelming in the past few days.” “Ah, Joonie, c’mere. You know I’ll always be here for you.” *sigh* “Thank you.”

  • Jimin

Awh, smol mochi loves his cuddles and blushes every time you two cuddle. He doesn’t even bother to hide it anymore, he just smiles brightly while his cheeks turn pink and he ruffles his hair before clinging to you. Only likes cuddling when you two are facing each other, although he enjoys falling asleep with you on his chest. Sometimes he snuggles into your side, when he feels extra-mushy or especially sad, but most of the time he’s okay with just holding your hand or caressing your face while you guys lay down, face-to-face, talking about nothing in particular. Don’t misinterpret, he loves himself some cuddles, but he enjoys being able to look at you more than feeling your presence. Sometimes he does feel like being the little spoon is going to solve all of his problems, though.

*giggle* “Babe, you look like an angel. Did you come here from the heavens to protect me?” *cue dramatic look* “Hey! Park Jimin! Stop with the greasiness~” “Ah, why? You can’t deny the fact that you looove when I’m like that.” *more giggles*

  • Taehyung

Oml good luck trying to pry him away, he’s going to latch like a koala and never let you go ever. He finds the weirdest positions to cuddle, too. Tae is another mischievous one, and he’s oddly playful most of the time, so don’t expect any of your cuddles to be serious. Most likely builds a pillow fort every night so you guys can cuddle in it while you binge watch anime and munch on junk food he doesn’t have the permission to eat. Also, pillow fights. Many of those. He doesn’t have any specific cuddling position, he always comes up with different ways to hold you, although every time he manages to get absolutely no space between your bodies. Tae likes feeling you close, knowing you are there, so pulling you flush against him is very common. While sleeping he will wrap all of his limbs around you. Good luck sleeping peacefully with a blanket on you too, this kid is pretty warm already.

“Tae… I can’t breathe…” “Oh? I’m sorry. *giggle* Maybe we can cuddle the other way around… wait… yeah. That’s it. Better?” “Certainly better than the last one.” “…” “…” “… babe. I’m hot. Can’t we go back to the other one…”

  • Jungkook

Square tf up Jeon. Fite me. Sigh. This kid loves his cuddles and surprisingly enough he isn’t flustered at all. Okay, maybe just the first few sessions. But after that he’s the literal cuddling god which makes me angry. He’s very warm and broad, and he’s pretty chill most of the time too. When he isn’t hyper, he’d like it if you lay on his chest, because that makes him feel ‘manly’ or some other alpha shit. If he’s feeling playful, though, he’d totally initiate a play fight or a tickle attack or a pillow war. And they’re all hardcore because Jungkook is pretty intense when it comes to games and competitions. If he’s feeling down, however, he’d be a little spoon, because he’s a softie at heart.

“Hey… I… you think you can, like, hold me for a while? I feel really down and I need someone right now.” “Oh? Sure. Want to talk about it?” *snuggles back* “Not really. Your embrace makes me feel better already.”

I really, really, really hate Jeon.

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anonymous asked:

Hey so i read one of your works on Ao3 and it was super adorable and i loved it, it was about stiles and derek sharing a broom closet of an apartment in nyc and cuddling thier way through their issues with eachother and then you wrote a hashtag epilogue, and i can't stop thinking about how much i wanted the epilogue to be another story so i figured i'd ask, my names scarletwaters on Ao3, ok bye and thank you if you decide to write it :)

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I had given absolutely ZERO thought to writing a sequel to this, and then I read your message and the ideas started flooding in. Go figure.

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Being Derek’s boyfriend goes surprisingly well for a whole year. They move out of the tiny “apartment” into a slightly less tiny apartment. They continue to spoon; they become spooning masters; they are the gods of spooning. Stiles gets the best sleep of his life, and so does Derek. The non-sleeping aspect of the whole dating thing takes a bit more time to iron out, sure, but they get there. Slowly but surely, they figure out how to hold hands on the couch while watching Netflix without getting weird about it. They figure out, to their mutual relief, that endearments weird them both out, but there are other little things they both like even if they’d never admit it on pain of death, such as forehead kisses. They figure out how to do the whole shower sex thing without serious injury. Stiles also finds out Derek is awesome at cooking, when he can be assed to do it. Stiles figures out a lot of very creative ways to motivate him.  

All in all, awesome.

Then…. well, then It happens.

It’s been about a year and three months when, one day, Stiles happens to see Derek coming out of a jewelry store.

He wasn’t following Derek or anything, he wants the record to be very clear on that; it’s just, they were going to meet up at the Chinese restaurant on the corner for dinner, and Stiles got there early. Usually Stiles doesn’t arrive early anywhere ever, but this time one of his classes got canceled at the last minute and he suddenly had all this spare time, and so he went ahead and snagged them a table at the restaurant.

That’s where he is when it happens, just people-watching out the window and contemplatively sipping his oolong. That’s when the door to the jewelry store across the street opens and Derek comes out, head down, busy tucking a suspicious little black box into his inner jacket pocket, and Stiles spits out his tea all over the table because what the fuck.

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“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it : 

Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that. 

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-I just don’t understand sir. 

Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father. 

-Uh ? 

-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes. 

-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?

-Miss (Y/N). 

-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!

The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.

-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ? 

Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice. 

He was the Batman. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.

It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything.  And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before. 

Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was. 

With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :

-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ? 

-Well, I have just one question sir. 

-Go ahead Al’. 

-Do you love her ? 

-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that. 

-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two. 

Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you. 

-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away. 

The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says : 

-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ? 

-Uh ? 

-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ? 

Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers : 

-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact. 

Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ? 

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The Game (Patrick Hockstetter imagine)

► Summary: After the interesting first afternoon the reader has spent with the Bowers gang Patrick has developed a real interest in her and is determined to achieve another afternoon with her but the girl is not exactly what he expected.

(First part here!)

► Pair: Patrick Hockstetter x reader

► Warnings: Bad language, Patrick being… Patrick, 

Author’s notes: So I must tell you guys that I’ve decided to split this story in three parts cause I got so many ideas I wasn’t expecting to have. This is the second part  of “Meeting the gang” in case you haven’t read it first! The third part will be posted next week (At least that’s my plan!)

► Taglist: @makotta @that-one-emo-kid @screechingwanton @sittingwithlucifer @mr-zippy @dannibarnesflair @pennywisetheslut @mrshockstetter @sighlilyc (Patrick Hockstetter imagines taglist is still open! If you want to get tagged on the next ones let me know!)


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Constructive criticism is always welcome.

“So…?” Cathy leaned forward on the table of the cafeteria you both were occupying.

“So what?” you asked taking a sip of your water bottle.

“You know very well what”

Of course you did, how could you not?

Since you spent that afternoon with Cathy and the Bowers gang she had been asking you to repeat it someday. According to her the boys had really enjoyed your company and whenever she said that you would look at her with your left brow raised. Belch and Victor almost didn’t pay attention to you, Henry was more focused on Cathy although he ended up being kinda nice and the one who really got interested in you done it in a way you were not sure of liking.

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