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Please Talk To Me - Tom Holland Imagine

Words: 2078
Warning: fighty boy and reader
Summary: Tom and you get into a fight, leaving Tom to express how he really feels about you
A/N: I was 90% through writing something else when I started writing this for no reason. 

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There was a loud BANG from behind you, a door slamming shut, loud enough that the entire apartment block probably woke from it.

You pull yourself up in a hastily effort to see where the noise had come from, twisting your torso to be met with the view of your boyfriend, Tom, standing in front of the doorway.

It had been 8 weeks, two months, since you had seen him in person, but the two of you did your best to try and make it work, with the daily phone calls and fitting in a FaceTime chat whenever you could.

You stand, walking over to Tom as you could feel your heart start to race. With a smile gracing your face, you embrace Tom, wrapping your arms around his waist. You feel him hug you back with one arm curling around you, but it wasn’t the hug that you had expected.

It was half-hearted, loosely slung around you. You pull away to look up at Tom’s face, stone cold and expressionless, as he looked away from you.

You go to lift one hand to twist around to the back of his neck, but he catches your hand instead, lowering it.

You frown. This was different.

He was different.

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Vanilla Rules || Ch 2

GROUP: BTS
PAIRING: JIMIN x READER

Genre: Badboy! au, romance, drama, angst

Word count: 1.8k

SYNOPSIS:

The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when the possibility of love threatens this dynamic?

A/N: Here is ch 2 as you guys wanted! Thank you for all the kind and encouraging messages you sent my way. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! I hope you will give it lots of love ❤️ Let me know if you liked it, hated it, or don’t really care! I would love to know either way 🤗

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It was no secret that you were the talk of the campus after the incident at Yoongi’s party. But what was even worse was the fact that Jimin hadn’t bothered you ever since. It was contrary to what you were expecting. He hadn’t even so much as looked at you and it irked you. It was atypical of the man you had come to know. By now you were expecting him to be doing the usual, bullying you, making fun of you in front of half the college.

You wondered if his plan was to make you anticipate an attack but he wouldn’t do anything and just let you stress over it.

“That sounds like him to me” Taehyung said as he munched on some chips while both of you sat under the shade of a tree in college grounds.

“It does, doesnt it?” You looked out in a distance to said boy who had some desperate college newbie up against a wall and was publicly shoving his tongue down her throat. He disgusted you so much. You probably wouldn’t have hated him half as much if he had the decency to keep his private engagements on the down low.

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Black Butterflies

It’s been ages since I wrote drama or angst so here it is. Tell me what do you think about it.! Enjoy. Part 2

Word count :: 2037 


Lie. Every single word he told you was a lie. From the moment you noticed the changed in his sudden behavior you knew that were something going on off the track. But you never thought that it would create such a big mess, leading you both to the current situation.

You knew that marriage wasn’t easy. You knew that in this aspect of life you both were gonna have fights. In order to have attraction post positive and negative traits are required. So did marriage. In order to work properly there has to be fights and loves to make up for it. A few months into it, you both promised that you and Harry are never gonna  fight, you both swore to always have faith in each other, but somethings never go according to the plan. They turn out who the they’re suppose to be.

Love was nowhere found now. There were only fights and fights. Shouting and screaming that’s all you did. Sometimes your throat used to get sore because of that. You didn’t enjoyed going back to your house just to see your husband sprawled on the couch doing nothing anymore. It all started to bother you.


You hated Mondays. You weren’t being able to get enough rest on weekends due to Rose and Noah. Noah just started his school and he needed a lot of attention due to his homework. Though Harry was there to help but you were’t the only one who was being shouted at but your kids were also. When the first time Noah and Rose told you how Harry always was on his phone and when they asked him to help them with their homework, he yelled at them saying ‘Go ask your super mum for help’. Poor Noah started crying and since that day they both refused to lean upon Harry for anything. They were completely dependent upon you now. They even refused to have anything purchased from his money.

You heels were digging underneath your feet and your back was paining from the long day at work spent in giving presentation. Being the CEO of the firm wasn’t easy but you were proud of your position, at least it helped you to earn enough for you and your kids to eat and live peacefully.

You opened the door of your house and the every fist thing you saw was how very untidy it was. Harry wasn’t from the messy ones but he changed. Groaning you bent down and picked up the dirty socks which greeted you.

“Noah ! Rose!!” You called for your kids but got nothing in reply. The house was empty and quite and had a pin drop silence. The only thing which could be heard was of the typing sound that probably was coming from the living room where Harry laid on the couch. His eyes dug in his phone glistening the green color. God he was beautiful. Only if he knew how much Harry was hurting you.

There was a time when Harry feared hurting you. He couldn’t bear the tears in your eyes but now it seemed like he quite enjoyed doing that.

You cleared your throat grabbing his attention. His eyes moved from his phone to your direction and went back to the gadget. This hurt you. Everything he did hut you.

“Where are the kids?” You asked folding your arms around your chest.

“I sent them t’ your parent’s house” he replied still busy in typing.

“Why?”

“They were bugging meh” And this was enough to set you off verge. Without thinking any further, you straight away snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it down on the table breaking the tempered glass covered screen of it.

Harry shot up immediately. His face red from anger and you prepared yourself from the outcome of it.

“What the fuck are yeh doin??!!” he shouted picking up his phone.

“What important work were you doing Harry that made you sent our kids away from us!?” You yelled walking to him.

“Well if you would’ve taught your kids some manners” Seriously. Your kids. This time it punched you in the kids. He was a complete different man. It was okay till it all was till you but now it was for his kids as well. The poor little thing, always kept asking what’s wrong with their day, why doesn’t he loves them anymore. Noah always prayed to god to forgive them that made his father hate him. They cried for him every day. And Harry standing in front of you now eve neglected to cal his own kids his.

You cried as you fell on your knees with a loud thud. Harry’s face turned to you as he saw your trembling figure on the ground. Your sobs were loud and painful enough for him to realize what he’s done.

You could feel your heart being squeezed to death. The pain in your chest grew heavy with you’ve been carrying from months now. The faith you had, believed that one day everything will be okay seemed to be gone replaced by the dark reality of this illuminated house that had nothing but two stranger with memories inside it.

“Y/n…” Harry whispered kneeling down beside you. His cold hands coming in contact with you as you were being pulled to his chest. Instantly wrapping your arms around him after what felt like decades, you sobbed. Everything at that time made you cry. It was his skin, his scent, his soul.

“Why?” You cried.

“Why do you keep doing this?” You tightened your grip as harry rested his chin on the top of your head. Warm droplets of tears landing on your head. He was crying. Why was he crying when he was the one hurting you. Furious to get the answer you pulled away.

“You have no right to cry!” You roared standing up. Tears yet continued to fall.

“You aren’t the one hurting here, you aren’t the one being bombarded by their kids’ questions why daddy isn’t loving them anymore. Y-you aren’t the one getting broken day by day” You whispered the last part. And it was true. Everyday a little piece of you was gone. The pain was eating you alive. You heart was already crushed and the remaining was yet to be. All the butterflies were dead. They were killed by the only person who created them.

“Why are you standing dumb? Tell me!” You shouted.

“i CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” Harry yelled. You laughed sarcastically.

“I should be the one saying that. Why cant you do this anymore? Sick of me already. Bored ?” You asked huffing.

“Because i feel like I can’t love yeh anymore. It’s just too much for meh right now. What do ya think? This all isn’t hurting meh huh?”

“Then why’re you doing this? We can fix this mess Harry” You pleaded holding his hands.

“Yeh deserve better m’love” He said looking away holding his tears. His chin started to wobble and tears fell down his cheek. You stood on your toes to hug him. Harry squeezed your body to his hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His warm cheeks wetting your skin.

“I want you baby. No body else.” You cried

“i want yeh happy”

“I am happy with you! Look I am smiling” you cried trying to put a fake smile on your lips but failed miserably as the cries and whimpers took over. Shaking his head, Harry turned his back to you.

“I want a divorce.”

Divorce.

You felt air being sucked out of your lungs. After all this time, you thought he’d understand how you all are a family and how much you love him but he doesn’t seems to like that plan. But he liked to end and conclude the fight with an agreement of divorce.

Later that night you found yourself awake, eyes heavy and swollen with tears starring emotionless at the ceiling that had night glow moon and stars stickers on it. The bedroom still smelled the same as it used you during your childhood says. Walls had lots of memories printed on it that only you could see.

You blinked away the tears missing how happy you were being a kid. No drama, no pain. Just love and affection of your parents. You missed how they nurtured you and bought up so well. A whimpered left your mouth when you realized how unlucky Noah and Rose were. They wouldn’t get any of that. They won’t be able to have the fatherly love that you had when their own father refused to call them his. You muffled your cries putting a hand over your mouth as the memories started to hit.

“What do you think it is gonna be H?” You asked holding your bump admiring yourself in the mirror. You were going to find out the gender of the baby. The whole day Harry’s been excited and now he was getting ready to the doctor.

Smilingly, he walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his hands on top of your, his head resting on your shoulder as he placed a warm kiss on your cheeks.

“I think it’s a baby girl. Pretty and beautiful like her mummy” He said softly nuzzling his face in your neck. And for the fifth time that day you felt his warm tears on your skin.

“God gonna love the baby and yeh forever. I ain’t ever gonna leave yeh poppet.”

The pain was unbearable.

You eyes were tired of crying but the memories kept haunting you.

“God I’m scared” You said as you laid on the bed with your head on Harry’s chest.

“wha’s wrong peaches?” Harry asked, his chest vibrating under your ear with every word he spoke

“I’m scared of getting married” You said

“why?”

“because people always end up getting drifted away or falling out of love and ending up with a divorce. I cant bear the pain of getting a divorce.”

“Who said yeh’re gonna get a divorce huh? I’m never gonna leave yeh. Hear tha’? He said and you perched up a little so that you can have a sight of his lovely face.

“You think we’ll get married?”

“I know we will and i know we’ll make it to the end as well” He said and connected his mouth to yours.

Liar. He was a liar, his love was a lie.

All that time he promised to love you and cherish you forever was fake. He made promises just to break them. He promised to take care of his kids but what he actually did? Turned his back to them.

You couldn’t help but blame yourself for causing it. Maybe it was you because of him he got away. Maybe it was you who wasn’t there for him? But how could it be you when all you did was love him with all you have.

You closed your eyes tight to get rid of the haunting memories when you heard the door open and close and soon there was a little human cuddling to your side. You rolled on your back and found rose who immediately wrapped her arms around you and hide her face in your chest. Her wet tears strained pressed up against tightly your skin as she continued to sob.

“I-I don’t wanna a new mommy” she cried.

“new mommy” You asked slightly confused to as what the little girl was saying.

“Y-yesterday when I was playing in my room and went to kitchen for juice I-I saw a big gwirl like you kissing daddy” She cried at the end because she always knew that the only person Harry kissed that way was you and seeing him kissing some other woman who wasn’t you hurt her. You couldn’t feel anything that moment as numbness too over your half alive soul.

“Her name was Kristine.”

So it was Kristine who made it difficult. But if Harry was happy then why can’t you?

Another Carter - Chapter 5

Summary : You’re Peggy Carters grand daughter, living as much as a normal life as you can with a giant secret weighing on your shoulders. What happens when you  ripped from your normal life, and thrown into the avengers hands?

Avengers x Reader (so far)

Warnings: Swearing , fluff, semi smut, nsfw gif 

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                                                    Chapter Five

  Avoiding Steve wasn’t as easy as you hoped  . Its been 2 days since the awkard situation in the gym, and you’ve barely managed to dodge him.

“ Go away !” you grunt as you roll face first into your pillow . Someone’s been incessantly pounding on your door for about 5 straight minutes. You aren’t feeling today , you just want to stay buried in your blankets all day .  The knocking stops, but you hear your door being opened.

“ Go away doesn’t mean come in.” you mumble . Who the hell would have enough balls to wake me up AND come In my room ?

 "Its time to get up Doll, you already missed training.“ Barnes .

You become slightly self conscious when you feel him lift the blanket from your body . You sleep in a baggy tee and cheeky underwear. 

” Dude!“ you scramble to grab the blanket only to see he already tossed it to the floor. He lets out a long whistle while his eyes roam from your ass down your bare legs.

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” Nice PJs dollface. “ he winks , making your blush even worse. Hes going to make me get up . I need to get him to let me stay in my damn bed.  You send him a sly smirk,

” You know Barnes, there’s room in my bed for one more .“ Please Work .

Bucky mirrors your smirk, he crawls his way up your bed, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. Oh God, I think this was the best idea I ever had.

” Ill have to take you up on that offer another time, Clint made blueberry pancakes & I know those are your favorites.  “ Damn it Bucky .

 His body moves away from you quickly, and before you know it your body is being thrown over his shoulder. You let out a squeak  as he leaves your room with you in tow.

” Buck I don’t have pants on ! “

” Youll be fine. I don’t think anyone will mind the view .“ you feel his shoulders shake as he laughs.

 You finally arrive in the kitchen, letting out a grumble as Bucky places you into a chair. He sends you a wink , then goes and grabs two plates of pancakes. He sits next to you , patting your thigh as he does.

” Don’t be grumpy doll, atleast you got out of training today . “

You sigh , you reach for the whipped cream infront of you and start drowning your pancakes in it , then do the same with the syrup  .

” Well goodmorning to you too Dear.“ Tony says from across the table . You were so busy being crabby you didn’t even notice the rest of the team sitting at the table.  

” Yeah , real good morning Tony.“

” Good morning Y/n.“ Steve says , you look up and see him seated directly across from him . Oh shit.

” Morning Steve. “ So much for trying to keep avoiding him .

 Breakfast goes quickly, small talk floats around the table but you mainly keep your focus on your food. Wanda volunteers to do the dishes, and you don’t think its possible to love her more  .  You kiss her and Clint on the cheeks, then go to leave the kitchen with everyone else, but Youre stopped by a hand around your wrist, you whip around , your eyes locking with Steves.

” Can we talk?“ No

” Sure.“   you follow him out to the tv area .  He drops down onto the couch, patting the open spot next to him .

” Id rather not get too comfortable, my beds waiting for me.“ You say with a laugh , he smiles back making the mood a little less weird.  

” Listen , about the other day  -“

” Steve , we don’t have to talk about It. “ you sigh ,  I really don’t want to do this now, or ever. 

” Obviously we do , you’ve been avoiding me . And don’t say you haven’t, I’m not blind Y/n .  I was just - I think I was just trying to deal with the breakup and in the moment I thought maybe you - “

” Maybe I what Steve?  Wanted to kiss my grandmothers, and cousins ex lover? I’m not that kind of girl .“ you scoff, turning to leave.

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” I’m not saying you are ! its just - theres something about you . I-“

” Steve, youre obviously upset about your breakup . But I’m not a rebound, hell, no offense but I will never see you as anything more than a friend  & team mate. It just wouldn’t feel right. My grandmother loved you , I know she loved my grandpa, but you were different for her. Her lost love. Being with you in any way other than friendly is wrong to me , seeing you and Sharon together was so fucking weird. “ you laugh , you sit next to him ,taking his hand in yours and placing them on his leg.

” You are a fantastic person Steve, anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. But just because I’m a Carter doesn’t mean we would be good together. I may be a lot like Peggy , but I’m not her.  I’m not going to be her replacement .“

 Steve sighs and squeezes your hand .

” You’re right , Peggy is just all ive ever known, ya know? She was the first woman to show any interested in me before I was Captain America. I see the same traits in you , the way you speak, your actions, I think I just got a hazed and thought maybe there was a chance  . Its hard , being in this world, in this decade, everything is different. I think being with Sharon, made me feel a little more familiar, and maybe I hoped you would magnify that feeling. “ His shoulders slump as his confession . You can see why Peggy loved him ,  you wish you didn’t feel like it was so wrong because you COULD see yourself with him ; hes just your type.

You lean in, kissing his cheek . ” I know this is different, and I cant imagine how you feel Steve. But I am here for you , growing up hearing all those stories about you; about how great, brave and sweet you are made you one of my heroes my entire life. I want to be close to you , be your friend and be here when you need me . “

” I think id like that.“ he replies with a smile,

” Good, because I wasn’t giving you a choice Rogers. “  The two of you laugh , when you stand you tug his hand so that hes standing infront of you . You throw your arms around his waist , hugging him tightly . He returns the embrace, leaving a quick kiss to your forehead before you part.

” Alright, I’m going back to bed" You send him a mock salute, “ Goodnight Captain.”

 " Y/n , its like noon !“ he shouts, but youre already on your way the elevator.  That wasn’t so bad afterall .

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 Being around Steve is easy , you fall into a quick friendship  and completely push aside the weird day in the gym . You’ve caught yourself thinking about being more than friends with him, but you always stop yourself to remind you that its not an option.  You train with him and Bucky in the mornings now, then after you shower you watch movies to try and help them catch up on what they missed. Some days its just you & Steve  when Bucky opts out to take a nap instead . Its never been just you and Buck  , until today .

 ” Cant you give the mission to someone else!?  We were going to start Boy meets world today!“ you whine . Steve chuckles, placing the last of his gear on .

” No can do , It should be a quick mission though , just watch something else and hopefully ill be back by tomorrow so we can start it  .“  you groan dramatically, making him let out  loud laugh .

” You’ll have fun without me.  " You follow behind him until you arrive at the hangar.

“ Be safe, alright?  ” you say quietly  .

“ And use a fucking parachute Punk.” Buckys voice appears from behind you.

Steve rolls his eyes, but pulls Bucky into a hug. How cute.  

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He pulls you in next, holding you tightly to his body .  You say another goodbye & watch as the jet takes off, then grab onto Buckys hand.  He always looks surprised when you grab his metal hand, like he cant believe you aren’t scared of it.

 " Lets go Sergeant, looks like we are starting Disney movies today .“  He doesn’t protest, just lets you drag him along until you guys reach the  communal Tv room.

 Bucky plops on the couch, watching while you flip over cushions and fling blankets around until you find the remote.

You finally find it , when you turn to sit on the couch though you see that Bucky manages to take up the entire thing.

” Move it or lose it Barnes. “ you warn playfully,

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” Doll theres another couch .“

” Yeah but this one is right in the center, best view of the TV!“ you argue back .

He shrugs and doesn’t move, Fine, you want to play it this way ?  You don’t think twice about it , as you move and sit yourself on top of him . He lets out a oompf sound as you adujust yourself on him.

” This is not comfy.“ he pouts.

You send him a ’ tough shit’ smile before scrolling through the movies on the screen . Bucky grabs onto your waist , moving himself so hes no longer laying down , but sitting up with you on his lap .   I win.

You move to sit next to him , but his grip on your waist tightens.

” Where do you think youre going?“ he asks, pulling your back to you back is resting against his chest. 

” To sit next to you?“ you question , trying once again to move off him.

” You started this, you’re staying right here Doll.“  his voice  is firm, but playful .  Why did that just slightly turn me on , is that weird?    You let out a sigh of defeat, letting your body relax against his , separating your legs so they rest on the sides of his. 

  You chose Cinderella to start the marathon, deciding that you don’t really want to watch them all in order . As the movie begins you start to squirm in Buckys lap .  His hands migrated from you hips, to resting on your thighs. Everytime you move even the tiniest bit, you can feel his fingers slightly dig into your bare thighs; and you love it.  You and the boys always want to be comfy during your movies, so you all wear your pajamas . Today you chose light pink shorts, and a baggy black tee ; Bucky went with comfy silver gym shorts and a white tee . No matter how simple the clothes, him and steve always manage to look like God in them and it drives you nuts.

  ” Buck this is so not comfy .“you whine, wiggling around  once again . His hands hold you in place , his fingers digging a little harder into your thighs and pulling a soft , unexpected( & unwanted) moan from you. oh balls, I hope he didn’t hear that.

You feel him shift behind you , then his breath hits your ear, ” That was a cute little moan there Doll. “  For fucks sake.  You look over your shoulder, catching the smirk on his face.   OH so we are playing that kinda game ?

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You send him a wicked grin, before experimentally grinding yourself slowly down on his lap.  You hear his breath hitch ,letting you know you got him.  You repeat your action again, this time placing your hands over his on your thighs, and slightly arching your back .

” Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish Y/n .“ he warns ,his lips back at your ear again . This time though, they graze against it, making you have to bite back a whimper. You can feel yourself getting more and more turned on as you disregard his warning and continue moving yourself against him. The way his hard bulge moves against you feels way to good; for the both of you . His hands go back to your waist, guiding your movement and pulling small groans from him .  You manage to twirl yourself around so youre facing him while you straddle his lap . His eyes are completely lust blown, and his lips are parted.  His hands stay at you hips, still moving you against him . You place your hands on his shoulder to hold you up, the rubberband in your stomach is so tightly wound your positive its going to snap within seconds.

” Do you like this doll, rubbing against me like this?“ his voice was raspy, making you internally groan at how much hotter it made all this.

” Feels like youre enjoying his just as much as me .“ you quip , pushing down a little harder as you grind .

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 Bucky leans in, but just as his lips are about to hit yours , you both hear the elevator ding. The sound of footsteps knocks you out of your horny daze, making you fling yourself onto the couch next to him . You grab the closest blanket and toss it over both of your laps.   You look over to Bucky, hoping your face doesn’t match his ; he is flushes, and you can he his chest rising and falling quickly. If he looks like that, I can only imagine how crazy I must look .

 ” You guys started Disney and didn’t call me !?“ Sam bellows from the doorway . Bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose  when Sam lays on the other couch  . You send Sam a smile, and turn your attention back to the movie. Well, you try to at least, your mind cant seem to stop thinking about the way it felt to be on the super soldiers lap ; and how much you want to just climb back on him.

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[05] Run

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Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes and ideas.

 

Warnings: angst, drinking, got7 appearance, references to smut

 

PREVIOUSLY ON ‘RUN’

 

It was two months after that night when you received a message from Hoseok, you were on your way home from work when your phone buzzed five or six times.

Hobi: Y/n

Hobi: I don’t know how to tell you this.

Hobi: When you come home you’re going to see something you really don’t want to see..

Hobi: Yoongi brought over a girl and told us they’d been talking for a few weeks.

Hobi: I’m so sorry….

Hobi: I have ice cream and chick flicks ready in the room..  



You locked your phone without a second thought, focusing your eyes on the road once more. Silence. Nothing but complete and utter silence, you could no longer hear the radio spilling from the speakers, you couldn’t hear the passing of other cars, or even the sound of your own car for that matter. You appreciated Hoseok’s warning but nothing could fully prepare you for what you were about to see.

 

The guys greeted the beautiful brunette Yoongi had brought home, earlier that evening, with warm smiles and light bows. His hand rested at the small of her back as he introduced the girl as Jennie, when she excused herself to the restroom Hoseok asked. “How long?” “We’ve been talking for a few weeks now. I wouldn’t say its serious but we’ve been hanging out.” Yoongi’s reply was no different then his ‘Its-whatever-man’ tone but for once he actually meant it that way. Jennie was great, she really was and Yoongi did in fact enjoy her company, she was a rapper as well which was pretty great, and he wasn’t going to complain about the sex because it was pretty great as well, but he couldn’t help but see your face every so often while under her satin sheets, he couldn’t help but think about you and hope you would run into each other. He couldn’t help but think how Jennie wasn’t you. 

Jennie rested her head on his shoulder as a random movie played on the screen, all the boys were present as well and all seemed to be engulfed in the movie except Hoseok, who was too busy typing away on his phone. As he sat there with his best friends and a beautiful girl on his arm he couldn’t help but wonder when your shift ended or if you had eaten. He just couldn’t shake the thought of you.

The front door of the house opened, causing everyone to turn to see who it was, even though the answer was clear. You walked through the door and smiled softly and everyone, stopping to look at the girl resting her head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Uh Y/n, this is Jennie. Jennie this is our friend and roommate Y/n.”

 

'Friend’. The word repeated in your head, becoming background noise as you said hi to everyone and greeted Jennie warmly. Before any conversation could be made or looks exchanged Hoseok spoke up asked if anyone wanted anything from the burger joint. “Y/n and I are going to go grab some burgers, anyone want anything?” Before anyone could even think to answer, you shook your head softly and smiled at your angelic friend.

“I was actually planning to go out tonight. Its been a tough day.” You huffed, referring to the only the last twenty minutes, you knew Hoseok would understand. I just need to get out of the house, I cant be I the same house as Yoongi and his beautiful girlfriend, It was only 10:30 after all. Going out to drink every so often became something you grew a tolerance for, and tonight was as good a night as any, if not even better.

Unfortunately the odds were in fact not in your favor.  

“I could use a night out too.” The beginning of the dreaded domino affect began, starting with Namjoon’s need for liquor and loud music. Soon everyone was standing up and ready to go, including the two you wanted to get away from, and it wasn’t like you could just say 'oh, never mind. I’m just going to stay home’

“I’m going to call Jinyoung and the boys to join us, but me and Y/n are going to grab a bite to eat first. Meet you there.” Hoseok stated in hopes to get everyone to leave. It worked. Yoongi was the last to walk out the front door, looking back at you once before closing the door behind him. Oh how he wished you were coming with them right then, how he wanted to steal glances at your smiling face every time the streetlights above would illuminate it.

“I know you wanted to go to get away from Yoongi and Jennie, but the reason I’m inviting more people is because that’s seven more people to distract you. Not to mention they are pretty great people and maybe on days Yoongi brings her here, you and I could go hang out at their place.” You hugged Hoseok tightly before going upstairs to change into the unworn 'clubbing’ dress Lisa had given you for your birthday last year. Minho wasn’t a fan of the short, tight material so it remained untouched in the gift box, never to see the neon lights of a club. Until tonight.



“We don’t have to do this you know? We can just go home an-” You cut Hoseok off with a soft kiss on the check as yall sat in front of the pulsing night club. “I’m an adult, I wont keep running away from my troubles. If he is happy with her then I’m happy for him, he is a great guy and its not his fault he doesn’t feel the same about me. Its going to hurt like a mother fucking bitch but I’ll be okay, and some days I’m going to need you to hold me and I know that the minute I need that you will be there. I can’t avoid him forever anyways… he is our roommate.” Hoseok took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“Then shall we madam?”

“We shall.” And so yall headed towards your usual corner spot of the pulsing night club. The boys had basically bought that spot, the white couch that lines the two corner walls, a black table sat in the middle while white curtains hung down from one side, giving you a full view to the rest of the club.

Yoongi had one of his large, perfect hands placed loosely on his girl’s waist as she sat comfortably in his lap. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA and he would have preferred her to sit next to him, but she was snug and the soft nibbles she left on his ear in moments when no one was watching sent a small sense of lust to run down his spine. "Hey guys! Where’s Hoseok?“ Jinyoung and the rest of the boys came piling into the usual club corner, Namjoon updated them on the fact that they were on their way. Yoongi, Jennie and the rest of the boys were caught up in loud laughter while BamBam and Yugyeom told their eventful story about the time they were chasing after the same girl only for her to go after Youngjae. Yoongi was mid laughter when Hoseok walked in with his usual loud screech with you following behind him. Hoseok greeted all the boys and Yoongi watched as your eyes went from person to person.

“I almost forgot, this is my best friend Y/n.” Hoseok smiled, pulling you to his side. There you were, standing there in a small pale pink dress that hugged your every curve perfectly, the fishnets that you wore underneath only made it so much sexier. Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the cleavage that dress gave off, and the way your hair was in high ponytail that gave everyone a perfect view of your beautiful face. He almost completely forgot about the brunette sitting in his lap…almost.

 

Seven new faces starred back at you with warm and welcoming smiles plastered on their face. “You are slaying me Y/n, that dress is bomb and I’m shook,” A tall boy with platinum blonde exclaimed, his undercut was strikingly perfect and his hair was slicked back in a very classy way. The smile he was giving you was accompanied by the cutest creases above the corners of his lips, his smile gave off a warm and sweet feeling while his hair and attire gave you a sexy Sugar Daddy feel. How complex can all these boys be?

“I’m Jackson by the way.” Before you could thank him for his sweet and flattering comment he was pushed out of the way by an attractive skinny boy with lips that made Jimin’s look small, his smile a gift from the heavens and the way his brown hair hung beautifully over his right eye. He wasn’t as built as the sugar daddy boy from before but the confidence that was radiating off his pretty tan skin made him seem a lot bigger then his weight would allow him to be. “I’m BamBam, your welcome for blessing you with my awesomeness.” Ah, someone thinks highly of themselves. possibly a tease?

“Oh have I now?” You smirked, crossing your hands over your decently exposed chest. A boy with a soft face and full lips made his way to you giving you a small nod as a hello. “I’m Jinyoung.” His face didn’t match the emotion his words gave off but damn was he attractive, his hair was slightly wavy and parted nicely and it looked so nice against his beautiful completion. You gave him a soft nod back then looked to the next person to come forward.

“I’m Mark.” A huge welcoming smile and you would have sworn his smile could cure cancer and any form of sorrow, and if it weren’t for the slight shaking of your hand from seeing the two lovers in the back, you would have believed it too. His eyes opened the doors of bliss in sinful ways while his smile and soft hair gave you the option to pick heavenly bliss, just by looking at him you could tell he held the key to both worlds.

“Hello, my name is Youngjae.” Your eyes met the sweetest of eyes, with dark brown locks falling perfectly above both, if you were to look up the definition of 'soft’ there would be a picture of this man. His cute pouty like lips and eyes that hid behind his eyelids when he smiled the way he did, not to mention the overly cute creases under his eyes. “You are so cute I literally am dying.” You couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips and the moment they did, a red tint spread throughout his cheeks.

“He is isn’t he,” A man with a similar sugar daddy look as Jackson, extended his hand in which you took. “I'm Jaebum by the way, but you can call me Jb.” His hair was styled similar to Jackson’s except JB’s hair was a beautiful reddish brown color. “What about you? What’s your name?” You asked the tall beautiful boy standing next to BamBam. His hair was messy (in the sexiest way) and you weren’t sure if it was a strawberry blonde or a brown with blonde streaks, it seemed to change in the light of the club, and if you would have just made eye contact with him across the club you could have sworn he would have persuaded you into not so innocent acts, but the slight tint in his cute cheeks made you aware that he was just a shy cutie. “Yugyeom.” His smile was soft and sweet and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Jackson clapped his hands together and smiled a smile that was right between sweet and devilish. “Now that we have all been properly introduced, lets drink." 

One shot turned into two shots, which turned to three, you tried to drink the pain away but your guardian angel wasn’t allowing you too. You tried to focus on the loud cheers and tipsy games of truth or shots, you cheered along with the seven new boys and six of the others trying not to make eye contact with the mint haired god sitting a few feet away from you. More shots came your way and your only thought was bottoms up.

"Damn Y/n, keep drinking like that and you’re gunna tell us all your secrets.” BamBam laughed, nudging you softly. You locked eyes with his and downed another, “Who says I have any secrets to tell?” sending a playful wink his way sent howls from a handful of the boys.

“Sweetheart, everyone as secrets.” His cocky smile and playful eyes were welcoming you into a game you knew you could win with only a few moves. “Ask me anything then.” The boys watched in silence at the teasing game that could easily be interpreted as flirting.

“Do you masturbate?" Ah, so his first move was to attempt to embarrass me. Cute.  

"Whenever I have the room to myself, see but you already knew I did because Its a common thing, but what you thought was going to happen was I’d get embarrassed and you’d win this little unofficial game. Try again.”

“Okay, looks like I’ll have to bring out the big guns,” He squinted his eyes slightly and looked you straight in the eyes. “Do you ever think of Hoseok in sexy ways?” The way he emphasized 'sexy’ only told you how immature and adorable this boy was and perhaps that would have been a good question… but you were never ashamed of anything when it came to Hobi, because there would never be feelings there.

“Of course I do, he is sexy as fuck,” BamBam’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the blunt answer, but you weren’t finished yet. “If your asking me if I’ve ever thought of wanting to fuck him, then the answer is still yes. Of course that thought has run through my mind, he may be my best friend but I am human.” Hoseok howled in approval of your answer leaving BamBam to bite the inside of his mouth in failure. Checkmate.

“Do you masturbate?" Yoongi awaited your answer, curious as to what side of Y/n, BamBam was bringing out. The soft and embarrassed Y/n that gets red from the simplest of things, like when he placed his hand on her thigh that night in the train car, or if BamBam was bring out the blunt and unphased Y/n.

"Whenever I have the room to myself, see but you already knew I did because Its a common thing, but what you thought was going to happen was I’d get embarrassed and you’d win this little unofficial game. Try again.” Blunt and unphased. Yoongi let out a low groan as the liquor coursed through his veins and allowed him to imagine you laying in Hoseok’s bed, pleasuring yourself under the sheets, letting out those pretty moans of yours. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining you with your head thrown back, a few matted down hairs in your face, your eyes shut closed and your mouth open agape. Luckily the loud music and the loud boys around, Jennie didn’t hear his lustful growl, but the growing bulge was something he couldn’t exactly hide. There was only one thing he could do. 

He gripped his hands tighter around the beautiful girl and pressed her slightly against his member, her eyes met him in a suddenly hungry way. “What are you going to do about this?" He whispered into her ear softly, forgetting it was even Jennie in the first place, your face plastering the walls of his mind. 

 

All the boys laughed at BamBam’s defeat and praised your honest win, you couldn’t help but laugh as well and stealing a small glance in Yoongi’s direction. The smile on your face dropped and your heart was pleading with each break to turn away but your head disagreed, not allowing you to turn away from him leaving small marks on her neck and her giggling into his every touch. They were to caught up in their intimacy to notice you looking. Watching. Dying.

The boys not noticing anything because they were too busy congratulating Hoseok and the others on having someone as amazing as you, well at least you thought know one noticed. You didn’t see Mark and Jinyoung watching silently while also participating in the conversation to not make the observing noticeable, your eyes were glued to his wandering hands and her closed eyes.

A sweet voice snapped you out of your staring and you looked up to see Mr. Two worlds smiling at you with that cancer curing smile. "Y/n, dance with me?” Only it wasn’t much a question as it was a demand, and the settle wink he sent your way caused a hint of pink to color your pale cheeks. The boys howled as they watched Mark take your hand and lead you to the white dance floor, it wasn’t until you were surrounded by unfamiliar faces and sweaty bodies that Mark pulled you close and brought his lips to your ear.

“So, you like Yoongi.” It was at that moment that you knew he had seen everything.

Your silence answered him as he continued to hold you close almost like he was to scared that you were going to crumble if he let go, it didn’t matter that the crowd around you was grinding and twerking, Mark continued to sway you and hold you tight. “I’m going to buy you ice cream and we are going to go talk. Its not a question.”

 

You: Mark is going to take me home and buy me ice cream, I love you Hoseok. See you when you get home.

Mark sat in silence as you spilled every last detail of you last couple of months, from Minho to the train car to now, occasionally he would nod his head or add an “mhmm.” Just so you knew he was listening and usually you weren’t one to spill your personal business to anyone that wasn’t Hoseok, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to run away from the silent heartbreak you were going through.

“How come you and Hoseok never got together?” He asked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. The question startled you slightly but it wasn’t uncommon for people’s curiosity to surface, he noticed the slight shock and quickly apologized for his prying. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just curious."  

"No, no, its okay. I mean me and Hoseok have asked each other the same question, we’ve kissed before, made out a few times, actually we have had sex once,” You let out an embarrassed chuckle, Mark looked at you with a shocked smile and wide eyes not believing the confession. “DONT TELL ANYONE OKAY! Anyways, we just don’t see each other in that light.. we don’t look at each other and see nothing but stars in each others eyes, we don’t get butterflies and a stomach flip when we see each other. We are more than a brother/sister relationship but less then anything romantic.”

“What about Yoongi?” Your eyes stared aimlessly at the empty chocolate chip ice cream tub sitting on the coffee table, just hearing his name sent a squeeze to your heart. “What about him?”

“Do you see stars in his eyes?" 

"Mark…. I see the whole fucking galaxy.”


Yoongi and Jennie walked casually back to their spot from the club bathroom, his neck being the home of a new purple mark and judging by Jennie’s ever so slightly messed up lipstick and Yoongi’s unzipped pants went unnoticed due to the slightly tipsy group of men, the only two sober enough to drive being Jinyoung and Jin. “Do you guys want to come over to the house, Mark and Y/n are already there.” Yoongi’s heart stopped as he heard your name, and it wasn’t until the fact you were home alone with Mark, that his stomach dropped. Where you and Mark fooling around? Where you and Mark playing the tipsy game that you and he played two months prior? He felt terrible thinking about the cute beauty mark you had right underneath your right breast, or the way you looked moaning his name, he knew it wasn’t fair to Jennie. "Yoongi are you coming with us?“ Hoseok asked, snapping Yoongi out of his damaged and confused thoughts. He was torn between going to Jennie’s and thinking of nothing but your face or going home and seeing you with Mark, he didn’t want to see you and Mark sharing stares and exchanging purple bruises because he was so sure that Mark’s charm and the liquor on your tongue would get you to play that drunken game. 

"I’m just gunna go ahead and stay with Jennie.” And so that’s what he did. If only he would have come home with the guys he would have seen that you had fallen asleep curled on the couch. No drunken game. No liquor induced touching or kissing.   


 "When did she fall asleep?“  Hoseok asked Mark as he carefully picked you up to take you to bed. Mark had covered your overly exposed body the minute you fell asleep, he didn’t like the fact that you weren’t aware how little your dress was covering when you slept the way he did, he didn’t want you to be so exposed when you didn’t know you were.

"About an hour ago.” All the boys took a seat in random places of the living room as Hoseok carried you to his room and did what he always did when you fell asleep in your clothes, he dressed you in the first t shirt he could find. He kissed your sleepy forehead so thankful you were asleep to not realize Yoongi wasn’t there, so thankful you weren’t awake to make the assumption that Yoongi and Jennie were tangled underneath her sheets.

Hoseok hated the situation you were in, he hated seeing you avoid Yoongi’s eyes and the way you sometimes flinched when Hoseok himself cuddled into you at night. You didn’t notice it but he did, he saw the hurt in your eyes but the smile plastered onto her face.

Hoseok ran his hand through his hair and jogged down the stairs while plopping onto the white beanbag set in the corner of the room. “So Yoongi left with his girl?” Mark asked causing the boys to look at him curiously for his overly concerned tone. “Yeah.” Hoseok huffed, leaning his head back and closing his tired eyes, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t shelter you from everything.


[12:30pm]

The sun peeked through the slightly opened blinds, practically screaming at you to get out of bed and make a bowl of Kookie’s Captain Crunch cereal. You rolled out of the empty bed, slipping on your fuzzy house shoes making your way down to the kitchen. Jin had left a plate of food in the microwave with a note that read “Y/n, don’t forget to eat and be healthy.” 

“Thanks Jin.” You chuckled to yourself, heating up the delicious food and making yourself a nice cup of coffee, God knows you needed it. The coffee sent a warm sensation down your sleepy body, you hopped up onto the island not caring that you were only wearing your underwear and one of Hoseok’s shirts.

“Well that’s unsanitary.” A very familiar voice rang through your ears so suddenly it caused you to let out a soft squeak.

You were met with a freshly showered Yoongi, he wore a loose fitting white t shirt that allowed his new purple bruises to show. “What are you gunna do? Tell Eomma Jin on me?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile your way and chuckled at your question, you found it easy to hide your feelings and hurt from him over time but seeing him with her, seeing those marks made everything so much harder.

“I wont tell, but on one condition.”

“And what might this condition be?”

“Can I borrow some foundation please.”

“Follow me then.” You replied hopping off the island and making your way towards the staircase, little did you know your legs were driving Yoongi crazy, because even bare faced and tired you still looked like the most beautiful girl in the world to him.

He followed you up the stairs and into you and Hoseok’s shared bathroom, you rummaged through your makeup until you found the shade that matched Yoongi’s skin. “Here you go you little horn dog.” You sent a teasing wink his way, that yes indeed took everything out of you. Yoongi unscrewed the top and dabbed a bit of the light substance on his finger and began to poorly apply it to his love bites. “Uh huh and what about you brat?” He knew deep down he didn’t want to hear the details of the night he thought you had, but his head kept telling him he needed to know. “First off give me that, you are not covering anything up pabo,” You snatched the foundation from his hand along with your beauty blender from your bag. “Secondly, what are you talking about?”

You grabbed your concealer and dabbed a few dots onto his freshly bruised neck, then began covering them with the foundation. Yoongi looked down at your beautiful bare face as you covered the marks Jennie left, trying hard not to admire your furrowed brows and your boxy poker face. “You came home with Mark.” Yoongi waited for any reaction from you and when you chuckled and looked up at him he held his breath without even realizing it. “And you think I had sex with him?”

You finished covering up the marks and looked up at his beautiful brown eyes, the one that held galaxies, you would be lying if you said you weren’t hurt that he’d think that of you but you knew how it looked that night.  His silence was answer enough, as you began putting away the covering tools. “I didn’t have sex with him pabo, we got ice cream and then I fell asleep.”

Yoongi’s heart raced when those wonderful words left your perfect lips, he knew that even if you had slept with Mark it wouldn’t have been any of his business. Anytime you would look away, he would take in the way you looked in Hoseok’s clothes (even though he wished it were his clothes) and the way your hair was slightly frizzy and messy but you still looked so beautiful and soft.

“Oh yeah, Taehyung is going to go visit his mom this weekend so tonight we are going to cause some trouble. You down?”

“Of course I am.”


You and the seven boys stood quietly in front of an oh so inviting white brick wall, cans of spray paint filled Namjoon’s backpack and the slightly dim street lamp above was the only source of light to illuminate yalls canvas. You clapped your hands together and allowed the apple flavored lollipop to rest in between your lips as you were the first one to grab a can. “Lets do this.” Within moments you all took a step forward and began spray painting, the once white wall had traces of yellow, red, green and few spots of purple. You pushed everyone aside lightly and took the only unused color to finish the vandalized wall.

'Young Forever’ Taking a step back to admire the work, the statement that perfectly described the family you had made, that living in the moment never died no matter how the years went by, you tossed the lollipop stick towards the wall when you are saw bright white lights followed by a loud booming voice.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!" Your heart dropped down to your stomach as everyone tossed the cans back in Joon’s backpack and we all ran an opposite way. 'If we get caught, run, most likely two officers so run in different directions’ You didn’t see Hoseok trying to reach for your arm when you bolted, your brain told you to keep running and to not look back and it wasn’t because you didn’t care for the others but you weren’t as fast, you had to bolt.

Sirens blared through your ears, seeing the faint bright lights coming from somewhere behind you. Left turn, right turn, run and don’t look back. Suddenly the sirens got louder, filling your ears with the sound of danger; you didn’t know where to go until a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you into the shadows of the side of the nearest building. 

"Shh.” The familiar voice and hands held you tight and safe. A hand placed firmly over your mouth while the other was wrapped fastened around your waist, your hand gripped his wrists tightly out of nervousness, his breath hitting the back of your neck. He was close enough to smell the apple shampoo and the faint smell of cherry still lingering on lips from his sucker, the way you could feel his beating heart against your back calmed yours. 

He could feel your chest rise and fall in a very frantic matter, but it wasn’t from the sudden grip he had on you but from the fear of almost getting caught. Yoongi didn’t remove his hands from your mouth or waist until the sirens and light went zooming past trying to catch anyone of the seven. Slowly he removed his hand from your mouth but not yet the one wrapped firmly around your waist.

“I could have been a serial killer you know?” He whispered, you turned your head slightly to look up at his face that was covered by the shadows of the building, only the whites of his eyes were clear to you. “I just knew it was you.”

The two of you stood there I silence not seeming to care that his arm was still around you, not even realizing the close proximity of your faces. The smell of faint green apple escaped your lips and never before did he find the fruit so damn intoxicating.

"Young Forever.”

You looked at Yoongi with a puzzled expression while he let the two words dance upon his tongue. The two of you were heading back to the car, the moon illuminating his figure in such a beautiful manner that you were almost positive you could write an entire song about just this moment.

He noticed the confusion on your face, it was look of pure curiosity and innocence, something he had never seen from you before. “Forever we are young, Under the flower petals raining down.” The words so well thought out and beautiful, so effortlessly he wrote music simply by looking at two words on  wall. You didn’t have to ask if he had just wrote that because you knew he did, you knew because one side of his mouth seemed to curl up, it was almost as though one side of his mouth was the one speaking.

“I run, so lost in this maze, Forever we are Young. Even when I fall and hurt myself I keep running towards my dream.”

He watched her closely as she took in his lyrics and added more, he had noticed that writing came easy to you, when your mind was in the zone it could be a matter of minutes before you came up with a chorus or hook. Your lyrics fit with his perfectly, he couldn’t help but watch the way you looked up at the sky almost like you were asking the stars for help. 'Oh but baby, those stars don’t shine nearly as bright as the ones you hold in your eyes’

There was nothing to be said because when it came to talking about music, he never needed to explain because you just understood. Your lyrics played in his head, relating oh so well with the feeling of being trapped in a maze, he didn’t notice your slight shiver at first but when a strong chilly breeze came and hit the both you, he heard a small gasp leave your lips.

“Here.” He tossed you his white and blue bomber without hesitation, he didn’t care that he was left in a white t shirt and black suspenders, he wanted you warm. No matter how cute you looked with a rosy nose and tinted cheeks.

“No, keep it I’m fine pabo.” Stubborn. He was just more stubborn.

“You don’t really have a choice brat, put on the jacket.” You stopped dead in your tracks staring at him with taunting eyes ready to play the game of Stubborn.

“No, I at least have long sleeves, you have a fucking t shirt.” Yoongi smirked at your small body clutching his jacket in your hands and without another thought he snatched the jacket from your hands and forced it on your shoulders.

“Now I can either zip you up in this jacket or you can just make it easy on us and stick your hands through." You just crossed your arms and stared up at him not budging. He slowly began to zip up the jacket, admiring your body along the way, he was closer to you now smiling down at your slightly softened glare. He loved your stubborn glare and your scrunched up red nose, he loved the green apple lingering on your lips like even they couldn’t get enough of you…he loved…you.

"Brat.”

“Pabo.”

FILLED REQUEST: cloud prince, or the roman holiday reimagining with ha sungwoon

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pairing: prince! ha sungwoon x reader
genre: fluff
summary:  You’re a reporter in desperate need of a sensational story. Ha Sungwoon, crown prince, falls into your lap and turns your life around. 
warnings: none
(set in madrid bc i’m cheesy and really enjoyed my stay there! hehe. hope y’all enjoy!!)

PRINCE SERIES: guanlin | sungwoon

  • ha sungwoon is his country’s new crown prince, and if he’s being perfectly honest, he’s not very happy about it
  • sure, it’s his home, and the country’s involvement in software development has made it one of the richest in the world
  • but sungwoon had dreams, wanted to be a performer, before his older sister abdicated the throne to start her own business, which is strictly in conflict with being a royal
  • now sungwoon is under all these different rules of decorum and he feels stifled—he’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and this role requires an inscrutable mask of politeness and manners
  • when his family feels he’s ready, they send him off to Europe to meet with their tiny island’s trading partners
  • and in the first country, sungwoon makes an innocent comment about the prime minister’s choice of tie
  • his deportment teacher makes a huge fuss about it and sungwoon grows very, very tired
  • so at precisely 4:56 pm, he slips out of the embassy and quickly makes his way to a nearby department store
  • sungwoon uses all the money he has on him to buy a new set of nondescript clothes, glasses, a cap, and a box of hair dye
  • but he discovers right after that there’s no way he’ll be able to dye his hair on his own for the first time in a public bathroom
  • and he ends up sitting at a bus stop, left with less than a euro in his pocket
  • when you see him, you mistake him for a forlorn tourist
  • you’ve been having a shit day; your best friend and editor-in-chief just warned you about an impending paycut and job downgrade if you didn’t submit a good story by the end of the month
  • it had been too good to be true, working with seongwu as the foreign correspondent for his lifestyle magazine
  • fine, you haven’t written a good investigative article since your exposé on that one museum, but writing for PRODUCE is a lot harder than you’d thought
  • the only way to remedy a bad day, you think, is to do a good deed
  • so when you hear the lost-looking stranger’s stomach grumble in the silence at the bus stop, you offer him half of the sandwich you’d taken out for home
  • “I don’t need help!” he says, his voice panicked
  • and he has a wild look in his eyes, and you back away slowly
  • but he looks clean—his nails are manicured, for god’s sake
  • “are you sure you’re okay?” you say because you’re determined to be kind and there’s nothing he can do about it
  • but he doesn’t have a bathroom to do it at bc public bathrooms are too small and it’d be conspicuous
  • he gives you an odd look
  • “you don’t know who i am?” and then he grins, his smile so radiant your breath catches, annoyance forgotten
  • “no??”
  • he bites that plush lower lip and asks for a small favor
  • and that’s how you both end up at your tiny apartment
  • he’s in the bathroom and you’re messaging seongwu and jisung—the former is your boss, the latter your photographer partner
  • and seongwu sends you a lead he suggests you check out
  • i hear crown prince ha sungwoon is in ur area. cant find any recent pictures but here are some pics from when he was a kid
  • he’s chubbier in the pictures, but those pouty lips are unmistakeable
  • you’re crafting a plan as you go to check on him
  • crown prince ha sungwoon is shirtless in your bathroom intently reading the hair dye manual included in the box
  • “have you never done this before?” you say raising a brow
  • he huffs and admits he hasn’t
  • you end up googling a how-to video because he doesn’t have a phone on him
  • he’s sitting in your tub with his arms crossed and you’re watching the guide, texting jisung at the same time
  • i have a plan
  • his stomach rumbles right as you close the messaging app and his ears go red
  • sungwoon borrows your pink bathrobe and eats your cherries while you toast him some bread
  • “what should i call you?”
  • sungwoon mutters something in reply that you don’t quite catch
  • “did you ask me to call you ‘daddy?’”
  • “I sAiD CLOUDY!!!”
  • later he’s back in your tub, your hands gently massaging his scalp to get the dye in
  • and he moans softly once, his eyes going wide
  • “cloudy, is this turning you on”
  • “I HAVE A SENSITIVE SCALP…unless you want me that way, baby”
  • you feel 98% embarrassment and 2% attraction so you splash him with the water before leaving him to finish up
  • when he comes out his hair is a boring shade of brown, and you look him up and down
  • “well, you blend in aside from—“
  • “i’m taller wearing shoes, okay!!” he says, standing up straighter, before glancing at the door with a worried expression
  • you sigh, shrugging, and say, “do you have any money on you?”
  • and he shakes his head no, so you offer him your place to crash for the night
  • you’re texting jisung, letting him know where you’ll go so he can take the photos for your soon-to-be-written feature article about an unsuspecting ha sungwoon
  • and you startle because sungwoon’s asleep in your bed beside you???
  • but he looks exhausted, his body shaking slightly in the cold because he hadn’t even tried to take your blanket
  • so you tuck him in before sliding in next to him, your limbs touching because your bed is small
  • you wake up to someone singing in the kitchen
  • ha sungwoon is wearing your apron and making you an omelette
  • he beams at you when you eat it, saying, “it’s perfect, isn’t it? but it’s the only thing i know how to make"
  • you thank him for breakfast, washing the dishes as you casually say, “i might need an assistant for my blog post today”
  • which strictly isn’t a lie
  • so you hand him your never-used polaroid camera and brief him about your itinerary around madrid
  • when you get to the royal palace he seems relatively unimpressed, if very interested in the art
  • “there’s no room for such extravagance back home,” he mutters as you’re leaving
  • “what was that, cloudy?”
  • instead of responding, he takes a photo of you by the gate
  • you take a couple of him, too, both because they’re good material and because he’s so interesting to watch
  • you have lunch at a random tapas place and he’s ordering everything until he remembers he’s on your budget
  • but you nod at him and he lights up throwing an arm over your shoulder and squeezing you tightly to his side, and you cover up your blush by taking a few photos of him
  • later you’re eating ice cream while in line for the prado museum’s free hours, and you’re mesmerized watching him eat the ice cream more neatly than anyone you’ve ever seen in your life
  • sungwoon picks up a copy of the memorable painting list and grabs your wrist, promising to show you the best paintings
  • it turns out he knows a lot about art??
  • and you’re sorry you can’t take recordings because the enthusiasm with which he speaks is really captivating
  • you ask him about it later as you walk the way back to your apartment
  • “i wanted to take up fine arts, like theatre or music or something, but my parents wanted me in art curation because it’s more fitting for an heir—an heir to our family business, i mean,” he says, his ears turning a tell-tale pink
  • he bids you goodbye at your door, shaking your hand after you give him one of the polaroid selfies you took together
  • “there are matters i have to attend to,” he says stiffly
  • and you laugh, shaking your head and pulling him into a tight hug
  • “you’ll need a better poker face for those, sungwoon,” you whisper in his ear
  • he’s back at the embassy when he realizes he never told you his name and you never mentioned yours
  • the next day, sungwoon’s at the press conference, and he sees you with a media ID on
  • it takes all the self-control he’s learned the past few months to keep from freaking out in public
  • later, you approach him, biting your lip as if you’re nervous, and sungwoon tries not to remember how you’d looked in the fading light of day the night before, the flutter he’d felt in his heart
  • “before you say anything, hear me out,” you murmur, and sungwoon nods with his brows furrowed
  • you hand him a small envelope with a fond smile on your face
  • “from PRODUCE publication, a present for the new crown prince”
  • sungwoon opens it afterwards and it’s a memory card with a post-it attached
  • ‘the only other place these are recorded is my memory’
  • and he looks up the online publication but the days pass without anything about him being written besides a short note about his coronation
  • he reads every single article you post, and he hears them all in your snarky voice and finds himself missing you terribly
  • but of course he won’t contact you because he’s supposed to be far too busy for that sort of thing
  • still, when he’s back home, he orders a subscription for the print edition of PRODUCE
  • and it gets delivered to his place with a note scrawled all over the first page, in the same handwriting as the post-it he keeps in his wallet
  • ‘guess where i’m going to be stationed?’
ex-boyfriend! yoon jisung

MY MAN IS FINALLY HERE TO BREAK MORE HEARTS INCLUDING MY OWN

also, i think im going to take a break from this series (even though i only have three members left lol) because im out of ideas and i want to take a few days to brainstorm for them. let’s end this series with a bang ;)


note: wanna one might or might not get back together with their ex-lover, it depends entirely on how i felt lol

  • genres: angst, slice of life, heartbreak
  • other notes: bulletpoint scenario
  • number of words: 1.95k

Originally posted by hiatusbabe


  • remember how daniel’s ex was the daughter of a bbq restaurant?
  • well jisung’s ex was the owner of the cafe he frequented often with his friends and the other mmo boys
  • you were twenty two years old when you opened baekil cafe, which was known as the most instagram worthy place in the neighborhood
  • and on day of the grand opening
  • jisung, jinwoo, and taewoong are waiting to go inside when you approach them
  • “group of three?” you ask with a smile
  • jinwoo nods and you hand them three raffle tickets
  • “we’re holding a raffle as a grand opening event. hand this to the cashier when you place your order and they’ll sign it off for you. we’ll be drawing tickets every twenty minutes, and prizes range from a free slice of cake to a twenty dollar gift card.”
  • the three of them nodded and you gave them one last smile before moving onto the group behind them
  • you met up with your best friend back inside a couple minutes later and let out a sigh of relief when you saw everything was almost ready to go
  • “find any cute guys out there?” she asked as she wiggled her eyesbrows
  • you let out a chuckle and straightened out a stack of napkins
  • “do you think i have time to check out the guys when the line has snaked around the corner?” you retorted
  • you glanced over at her to see if you response was enough; it wasn’t, and her eyesbrows were still raised
  • “fine. there was this group of three guys and the one with piercings was cute,” you muttered.
  • yejung let out a cheer and clapped your shoulder
  • “y/n is finally growing up,” she said as she wiped a fake tear away. “she’s finally checking guys out.”
  • “yejung if you have time to interrogate y/n about her love life, help me out with stacking the mugs!” kyungbin shouted from behind the counter
  • your bff scowled at her boyfriend before leaving you to help him
  • around five minutes later, everything was in place and you could let customers inside
  • jisung and the crew seated themselves in the very corner of the cafe and immediately started taking photos
  • ok but can we just appreciate jisung’s photos from insta b4 he deleted his acc bc i miss it so much and i want it back
  • yejung caught you staring over at jisung’s table and she was like
  • ohohohoho
  • it’s one of them ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • so she dropped by their table and gave them a complementary slice of cake to see which one had piercings
  • “what the fuck” she heard herself mutter when she got close enough
  • and the three of them are like wait what did i offend you
  • and yejung is there like “oh shit sorry that wasn’t about you”
  • yes it was
  • she met you behind the register when things slow down for a bit
  • “wtf y/n they all have piercings,” she hissed
  • and you stand there like :))) i know
  • yejung’s mission for the day is find out which one it is
  • when it’s time to draw the first raffle ticket, she dragged you over to the box bc “the boss of this place should have the honor of picking the first winner”
  • and when jisung, jinwoo, and taewoong heard this they’re shook bc you look the same age as them, but you’re running a large business already
  • anyways
  • you reached into the box and pulled a ticket out
  • and yejung is praying in her mind that it’s one of the three boys from earlier
  • “joo jinwoo?” you asked hesitantly, hoping that it’s the boy with the conch piercing
  • it’s not, but you still plaster a smile onto your face when you hand it over to the one named jinwoo
  • “congratulations”
  • jinwoo gave the card to jisung when he sat back down, which earned him a confused look from the older male
  • “now you have an excuse to see the owner of this place.” jinwoo smirked
  • a week later, jisung appeared by himself with the twenty dollar gift card in hand
  • to this day, you still remember what he ordered
  • “can i get two americanos and two lattes?”
  • one of the two lattes was for you
  • and jisung wrote down his number on a napkin, put it under the cup, and slid it over to you before leaving
  • the conch piercing guy had just given you his number
  • and yejung was there to witness it too
  • “oh my god IT WAS HIM???”
  • you nod twice before putting his number into your phone and texting him
  • thank you for the coffee jisung-ssi”
  • jisung texts you that night with a “no problem :)”
  • this is only the beginning so sit back and enjoy
  • you and jisung start chatting a lot more in both real life and kkt, but most of the time it’s thru kkt bc you’re busy with baekil and jisung is at practice and going to school
  • he makes a point to come by the cafe at least once a day to buy a coffee or maybe a muffin or something
  • he just needs an excuse to see you tbvh
  • yejung and kyungbin are always watching you and jisung interact with each other and they’re literally your #1 supporters
  • jisung just smiled at you?
  • these two will be “awww”-ing for the rest of the day
  • when the mmo boys come with jisung to buy drinks and food, they join yejung and kyungbin in the teasing
  • you and jisung are like like
  • “nah we’re just friends :))”
  • but the four of them ain’t buying it
  • they see how jisung’s hands linger on yours for just a second to long when he takes his coffee from you
  • and kyungbin notices how you purposely give him more coffee than ice or how they get more free things than the other customers
  • he knows because he’s the one who has to deliver all those freebies smh
  • yejung sees the texts you send to jisung and they’re totally different from what she and kyungbin get
  • you usually give them short responses and send in
  • fragments
  • like
  • this
  • lol
  • XD
  • but when you’re texting jisung
  • all of a sudden you become the most eloquent person ever and your texts are so well thought out
  • speaking of texting
  • you’re messaging yejung about something heart fluttering jisung did that day
  • “omg yejung”
  • “i cant not tell anyone about this”
  • “so today”
  • “jisung waited for me to close up the cafe”
  • “and then he was like”
  • “let’s watch a movie together”
  • “i was looking around at first but then i turned around to face him”
  • “he was smiling his smile”
  • “and the lights behind him made him glow and his eyes were sparkling”
  • “and holy shit my heart was beating”
  • “so”
  • “goddamn”
  • “fast”
  • “fuck i think im in love with him”
  • welp
  • you screwed up
  • you accidentally sent that to jisung by accident
  • he replies around twenty minutes later
  • “i think i love you too”
  • and your heart beated faster than it ever did in your life at that moment
  • the next day, when jisung came into baekil
  • yejung and kyungbin brought out a cake that said “happy first day :)”
  • and jisung is like “where’s y/n?”
  • and yejung pointed to the break room in the back
  • “she has a gift for you”
  • so jisung walked in
  • and he only saw you sitting on the couch
  • “where’s my gift?” he asked with a smile on his face
  • he knew what was coming
  • “i’m your gift!” the two of you said in unison before bursting out laughing
  • he gave you a giant hug and kissed you on the forehead after that, which made you look up into his eyes and smile at him
  • and jisung smiled back down at you
  • having jisung as your boyfriend is like having your best friend as your boyfriend
  • the two of you look out for each other all the time
  • you make sure that jisung is eating well and getting enough sleep
  • he makes sure that you’re not too stressed out from work and that you’re resting enough
  • that’s not to say you and jisung don’t joke around
  • because believe me you do
  • you take derp photos of him all the time and he does the same to you
  • the two of you like to have rant sessions at night where you vent after having to deal with shitty people for the day
  • you and jisung have double dates with yejung and kyungbin all the time at the apartment you’re renting with her
  • it usually starts with the four of you watching some drama together
  • but it always ends in the four of you splitting up and cuddling in your rooms
  • those cuddling sessions turn into something a little less innocent sometimes
  • and that may involve a make out session where you’re sitting on jisung’s lap and the two of you are attacking each other’s mouths
  • let’s no go into anymore detail so i can keep this pg 
  • you and jisung are suuuuuuuuuuuuper busy during the end of the year
  • mostly because he has testing and practice back to back for days
  • and you are busy at the cafe and catering for a few offices nearby and all this other stuff that is stressing you out
  • the two of you manage to clear you your schedule with the help of yejung and kyungbin who volunteer to watch over for the day so you and jisung can go on a date to the amusement park
  • your ready to leave when an employee reminds you that you have a meeting with an investor who’s interested in creating more baekil cafes
  • and you’re torn between meeting with jisung or meeting with the investor
  • you shoot a quick text to jisung that says
  • “omg im so sorry but i forgot that an investor was coming over today”
  • “i think we need to reschedule our date to everland”
  • jisung comes by the cafe just as the investor leaves
  • he waited at everland for two hours for you to come
  • for some reason those texts didn’t go through and he just stood there waiting for you
  • if he had seen them, he would have understood and cheered you on
  • but no
  • olleh was shitty that day
  • he got to baekil just as the investor was leaving
  • “oh my god babe i think i can open up another cafe!” you exclaimed
  • and then you saw his mopey face
  • “what’s wrong?” you asked
  • jisung looked at you with a mixture of disappointment, sadness, and tiredness
  • “i waited at everland for two hours for you to come,” he muttered
  • you tried to hug him, but jisung pulled away from you
  • yejung and kyungbin were watching from the counter with wary eyes
  • “im so sorry i canceled last minute but an investor came by and he wants to open another cafe and this is such a big deal because ive been wanting to open another cafe for a while now” you said softly
  • jisung looked at you again with that face
  • “so is being even more busy than you are now more important to you?” he asked. “work is more important to you than our relationship?”
  • you can’t answer that because you can’t go one way or the other
  • baekil is your cafe that you’re in charge of and own and have to look after
  • but jisung is the first person you’ve ever loved this much and this wholeheartedly
  • “i see then,” jisung says in a hurt voice
  • he leaves and doesn’t turn around
  • you’re standing there with tears in your eyes
  • that was the last time jisung stepped inside baekil cafe

anonymous asked:

uhm hi i really love all your fics! they give me life man. and uhm. what about a jaehyungparkian doctors!au? would love to read one.. thanks a lot tho for providing this fandom the much much needed fics. it's so damn scarce i cant even..

HI ANON CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE YOU FOR THIS??? YOU’RE THE BEST OK THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

this turned out a bit longer than planned and I sneaked in a bit of Dopil I hope you don’t mind. Also I hope this doesn’t disappoint <3


Jaehyungparkian & Dopil; 24 Hour Shift 

featuring Surgeon!Jae, Trauma Surgeon!Brian, Medical Chief! Sungjin and Residents! Dowoon and Wonpil

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6:00 - 1:00

“Sleep is a luxury that you won’t have the time for,” Doctor Kang drawls, staring down at his clipboard and not sparing the scared gaggle of new interns so much as a simple glance as he keeps on talking. “I expect you all to be here on time and respond to any and all of my calls,” he continues, making the residents listless on their feet at the sharp tone of his voice.

Wonpil shares a look with the quiet boy standing beside him. Yoon Dowoon, his nametag reads in a messy sort of scrawl, just this side of unreadable to make Wonpil think that he won’t have much problem getting the infamous doctor’s hand-writing down. He looks as scared as Wonpil feels, eyes wide as he stares at Doctor Kang and the busy whiteness of the hospital bustling behind him.

“Your shift will start at six o’clock am and end at 5 o’clock the next morning,” Doctor Kang explains, smirks just that little bit wider when Wonpil and a few of the other interns whimper at the thought. Honestly, Wonpil had hoped that after graduating from medical school his sleep schedule would normalize a bit. By the sounds of things, that doesn’t seem too likely to happen.

“If I see any of you slacking off,” he goes on, completely oblivious to the lanky blonde man that’s carefully slinking his way over to him. Wonpil stares, as do the rest of his fellow residents. The man is wearing a bright set of yellow scrubs, a white coat thrown over them that doesn’t do much to hide the bright color. He has a pair of golden glasses sitting crookedly on his nose and what Wonpil can only describe as a shit eating grin playing on his lips. “I will not hesitate to-”

“To what?” the man cuts in suddenly, draping an arm over Doctor Kang’s shoulder and smirking down at the man. “You’re such a hypocrite, Brian. If I remember right - and I do, you were always the one passed out in the maternity ward back in our residency days.”

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Surprise  (4/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *

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“ What were you thinking Tony?”

“ Is now really the time Steve?  Cant you scold me later?”

  Do they ever stop fucking arguing? Ugh.  Your eyes flutter open as they continue bickering.

“ Can you two shut the hell up .” your raspy voice startles the two , they both immediately appear at your side.

  " What happened?“ you groan as you look around and realize your in the med bay .

” Your blood pressure and stress levels were  extremely high , causing you to faint. “ Tony explains as he looks to your monitor to check your vitals.

” Everything looks good now though . “ he shrugs .

” I don’t want an enhancement Tony. Figure out a way to turn it back . “ your request catches both of the men off guard.

” Wh- what? Why? You  don’t even know what it is yet! You could shoot fire, or read minds! YOU COULD BE A SHAPE SHIF-“

” I don’t care ! You know what I want to be?  A lab Tech Tony. A regular lab tech . “ you snap

” If I even could find a way to reverse it, it run the risk of furthering the enhancement, or counter acting TAHITI. It’s too large of a risk Y/n. I’m sorry . “

You stay silent, processing what Tony tells you  .  So he knew there was a chance I wouldn’t want this. I cant believe he knew this entire time I was alive. Fucking Stark. 

 While you are lost in your thoughts Tony dismisses himself, leaving only you and Steve.

He sighs, watching as you hop off the bed ,taking out the IV and removing the vital receivers . He steps in front of you before you can reach the door.

” No. We are talking about this . You aren’t running.“  he says sternly. You roll your eyes, waiting for him to continue.

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” I- the things I said-“ he groans, rubbing at the back of his neck  as he continues ” What I said the other night came out wrong . I am grateful you saved me, but I’m not going to thank you for getting yourself killed. You are a part of this team, I was wrong to say you weren’t. You weren’t enhanced though Y/n; you didn’t have a serum, you aren’t a trained assassin . What did you expect the bullets to do ? Did you think you’d heal as quickly as I would? “ His tone wasn’t harsh , it was almost pleading.

” I didn’t think anything Steve, all I knew was that I needed to save you . I don’t know wh-“

” Was it because you love me?“ 

The room goes dead silent, his words still hanging in the air. You awkwardly laugh , Steve crosses his arms while leaning in the doorway.

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” You do remember saying that right ? “ he questions, he sees panic flash over your face.

” Steve- I- you- I was dieing. “ you run your hand down your face .

” I’m aware.“ he says playfully. You’re amazed at how his mood shifts .

"  Don’t look too much into It.” 

“ So you’re denying it?” he playful smile drops a bit.

“ What do you want me to say Steve! You were my bestfriend! Of course I loved you!”

“ You know that’s not what I mean Y/n.”

You don’t reply, so Steve keeps speaking,

“ Because I love you .”

 Your eyes go wide, your mouth opens then closes when you realize  you don’t know what to even say .  Did he just-  did he mean it like that?  You’ve waited for what seems like a lifetime to hear him say these words to you .Now that the moments here, your speechless.

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  Luck seems to be on your side at this moment, FRIDAY interrupts the  two of you .

“ Captain Rogers, there seems to be a physical conflict between Sergeant Barnes and Mr.Wilson, your presence is needed on the communal floor. ”

 Saved by the AI, thank you FRIDAY.

 You hear Steve curse under his breath ,

“ You should probably go before one of them ends up dead Steve. " 

” We aren’t finished with this conversation.“ he warns as he leaves.

 You wait a minute  before you bolt from the med room to the elevators.  You rapidly hit the button for Pietro and Wandas floor  . As soon as the doors open you sprint out,

” Pietro ! “ you yell , in  an instant he is infront of you .

” are you feeling better Draga?“ he asks as he pulls you into a hug.

” Steve- I - what - UGH .“  you groan as your shove your face into his chest.

” You’re going to have to form a proper sentence for me to understand Y/n.“ he chuckles.

” She doesn’t want to be enhanced, Steve told her he loves her , and she doesn’t know what to do and plans on avoiding him for the rest of time.“ Wanda announces from behind you .

” What she said. “ you say as you lean back.

” You didn’t tell him how you felt ? “ Pietro questions.

” He completely blind sided me! I didn’t think hed say that ! I stood there staring at him  like he was a frreakin alien!“ 

 The twins laugh at your frustration ,

” Its not funny! what am I suppose to do !“

” Tell him you love him ! “ Wanda excitedly suggests

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” I - no .  I’m not doing that  . “

” What ? why? You know he feels the same! “ Pietro tells you .

” I just got him back, I just got everyone back ! and now apparently I’m enhanced?  I just - I don’t know what kind of enhancement I have, or even when itll appear. What if its dangerous? What if I hurt him ?  I don’t think I need a relationship right now on top of re adjusting to everything. Ya know?  “

 They agree with you after you explain yourself. Pietro suggest watching a movie to take your mind off things .  Wanda declines, saying she has training with Natasha . Once she leaves, you and Pietro settle on the couch to scroll through Netflix. You both settle on starting Parks & Rec from the beginning . Halfway into the second episode you find yourself leaning against Pietro , both of you getting sleepier by the second.


 When you wake up, you snuggled up to Pietro on the couch . Soft snores are slipping from him . You smile as you try to hold in a laugh when you notice the drool pooling in the corner of his mouth .

 ” PIETRO!“  you shout

He jumps up from the couch , which results in you landing on the floor with a grunt.

” What! Whats wrong!?“

You start hysterically giggling at his disheveled state.  He sends you a bitchface when he realizes what you did .

” You are in trouble now Printessa.“ he threatens as he stalks towards you . You try to stand but hes on top of you in a flash . His fingers are tickling your sides making you shriek .

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” Pietro Stooooppp! Please! “  you beg . He pauses his attack,

” Apologize. “

” I’m sorry you drool in your sleep. “ you sass.  You cry out when his fingers begin brutally tickling you again . 

Someone clears their throat, stopping Pietro’s fingers at the sound.

” I see you’re busy , I didn’t meant to interrupt.“ Steve says , anger lacing through his voice. Oh Shit.  You know how this must look, especially to someone who just admitted their feelings to you .

You knock Pietro off you so you can go after Steve. Right as you approach the elevators the doors begin closing . You see Steves face, his eyebrows are scrunched, a mixture of hurt and anger displayed over his features.  He watches you as the doors close, not moving to stop them .

Son of a bitch.

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Birthdays

Originally posted by busa-n

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff + college au

word count: 1402

you again: part one two three four five six seven eight nine ten + drabbles: birthdays the set-up

disclaimer: this is a drabble for the series you again but you can just read this on its own as well.


“Jimin hyung, please.” Jungkook’s lips had formed a pout, attempting to act cute in hopes of getting Jimin to agree and help him. Normally Jungkook would never act cute ever. But this was a special exception and he knew that Jimin wouldn’t be able to reject him if he pleaded like this.

“Fine.” he finally relented after Jungkook’s many pleas. “I’ll try to distract Y/N tomorrow so you can prepare for her birthday.”

“Thanks hyung! Have I ever mentioned how wonderful you are?”

“Gross. Don’t be a sap.” Jimin answered but the smile that had found its way across his face however, said the complete opposite.


Slowly pulling his arms away from you, Jungkook tries to be as quiet as possible, hoping that he wouldn’t wake you up. Ever since the two of you started dating, it had become a habit for Jungkook  to just come over to your room in the middle of the night and climb into your bed to cuddle with you. Although you always complained how he was a huge bed hogger and the bed in your dorm room was already small enough without two people trying to squeeze in it, you secretly loved the feeling of falling asleep in his arms as his chin rests just above your head. His body was also basically a huge heating pack - a welcomed source of warmth especially when it got colder outside. You would never admit this to him though, but seeing as how you had begun leaving your dorm room door unlocked at night so he could slip into your room, he pretty much knew anyway.

6:58 The glare of Jungkook’s phone lit up the room as he squinted to see what time it was. At the top of his screen, a reminder popped up with the words Y/N’s Birthday and a cake emoji at the side. Climbing out of bed, he shuffled to the door but not before giving you a soft peck on the top of your head.

“Ngh Kookie lay here for five more minutes.” You mumbled while patting the now empty space beside you on the bed. A smile formed on his face seeing how clingy you got in the mornings but as tempting as it was to just sleep a while more and go back to the comfort of your bed and you, he had a bunch of things he needed to get for later.

“I’ll see you later love.”

He had told you that he was going to have a tutorial early in the morning but in actual fact, he was just going out to get a cake for you and he didn’t want the birthday surprise to get ruined so he told a little white lie and specifically asked Jimin to get you out of your room so he could decorate it later. 


The ringing sound of your alarm fills your ears as you tap the snooze button for the third time. This time, however, you finally drag your body out of bed. Why did it feel like you were forgetting something today? Walking to the calendar on your wall, you looked at the date and almost jumped in shock after seeing the small cake you had drawn in today’s square. Today’s the first of September. Oh no! Jungkook’s birthday! Rushing to get ready, you didn’t even notice that you were walking out of your room in mismatched shoes and your pyjamas just to bump into-

“-Oh Taehyung! Sorry, I’m kinda in a rush since it’s Jungkook’s birthday and I need to go get some stuff. Talk to you later okay!” you shouted as you ran down the hallway, all the while looking as though you had a few springs loose in the head.

“Wait Y/N, your clothes!”

“Huh?” you look down at yourself and gasped in shock before darting back to your room to change into proper clothing.

Only, when you walked out of your room, you found that Taehyung was still standing outside. “Tae, what are you still doing here.”

“Oh happy birthday Y/N!” he flashed his regular boxy grin making you smile as well seeing his expression.  

“Awh thanks Tae.”

“and erm… you just seemed a little… frazzled just now so I was going to ask whether you needed any help with buying anything?”

“Yeah. Actually, that would be great.” You exclaimed in relief. Now, that you had Taehyung’s help, you could probably get all the things you needed a lot faster than you being just a one man army.

“Okay, Y/N. Let’s go!” Taehyung exclaimed as he looped his arm in yours.


8:00 Jimin walked to your dorm but you weren’t in your room since there wasn’t any reply when he knocked on your door. You didn’t pick up your phone either and he was pretty sure he heard your ringtone sounding in your room. Earlier, you had been so distracted with remembering the number of things you had to get that you didn’t even remember to take your phone with you before leaving your dorm.

Not knowing what else to do, Jimin decided he would just call any one of the guys in case they knew where you went and the first person in his favourites contact list just so happened to be-

“-Tae, have you seen Y/N?”

“Yup, she’s with me right now.” Taehyung chirped. “Are you looking for her?”

“Yeah, Jungkook asked me to keep her busy while he prepped for her birthday surprise.”

“Oh Y/N’s buying a cake for Jungkook now though…”

“Those two lovesick dorks.” Jimin chuckled upon hearing how the two of you were basically tiptoeing around each other to surprise the other person. “Just make sure Y/N doesn’t come back before 10 okay?”

“Mmm kay.”


After around 30 minutes of struggling to tie streamers around your room. Jungkook decided that decorating was definitely not his forte. In the end, he just made do with using balloons and sticking photos on the wall since the streamers just refused to cooperate with him.

Cake. Check. Decorations. Check. Gift. Check. Jungkook stood at one side of your room, with his arms folded in front of him, admiring the finished product of his hard work for the past few hours.

Okay, he had to admit that the decorations looked a little… wobbly but at least he tried his best and he was somewhat proud of what he had achieved in such a short time. Also, he wasn’t worried since he knew you would love it anyway because of the effort he had put in and not for how it looked.

Just when he was thinking of you, he heard the sound of the door opening and you entered the room with boxes piled in your arms. Taehyung had driven you back to your residential hall and left since he had a class immediately after but not without promising that he would come back later tonight with the rest of the guys to celebrate your birthday as well as Jungkook’s and then throwing a wink at you telling you that he was giving you alone-time with Jungkook.

Walking through the door, your view was covered entirely apart from the cake box so you didn’t know that Jungkook was in your room. You huffed, struggling to carry to carry the gigantic cake box to the table and after finally placing it down, you mentally patted yourself on the back for not toppling the box the entire way up the stairs.

When you finally looked up from the box, however, your eyes scanned the room as you began to notice the balloons, the photos taped up all over and Jungkook himself standing in the middle of it all. You couldn’t help it but you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes as you immediately wrapped your arms around him, causing a soft chuckle to escape from his lips.

“Happy birthday Y/N,” Jungkook said as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs before connecting his lips onto yours. His hand resting below your ear as you fingers tugged at the sides of his shirt pulling him closer until the space between the two of you dissolved into nothingness and you could hear the thumping of his heartbeat against yours.

“Happy birthday Kookie. I love you.” you smiled looking up at him.

“I love you too.”


author’s note: surprise! i cant believe jungkook actually turns 20 today though *sobs* ahh thank you for reading and i hope you guys liked this drabble! (can you even call it a drabble when it’s the same length as one of the chapters though hmm)

2

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

After his talk with Scott, Stiles had been upset so he handled it the way he had been handling everything.

Hunting.

And as always Beacon Hills didn’t disappoint him, providing with a new monster to track. And this one was a whopper.

‘Mermaids?’ Derek asked looking at the  dry erase board.

‘Yup, in the lake, every fifty years exactly ten guys go missing on that lake leaving wrecked boats. Seems to be no relation between them, different ages, races, orientations and backgrounds. From what I’ve read we are looking at a nest of about four or five, maybe three if one of ‘em is greedy.’ Stiles explained as he was opening a black suit case.

‘I thought mermaids would be in oceans, not polluted lakes in the middle of California.’ Derek said as he looked at the gory photo of a mermaid eating a guy.

‘I thought so too, apparently water is fluid, so fluid it has been theorized it can be used as portal. If that’s true there could be a mermaid in any body of water.’ Stiles explained before handing Derek a huge gun.

‘And this one is a job just for you buddy.’ Stiles said while patting Derek’s shoulder.

‘What?’ 

‘I had to all but give my soul to Argent to get this Marine suit for free, and it’s not my size. I have to return it so try not to get it damaged while you fight for your life, under water with flesh eating mermaids.’

Derek glared at the teenager.

Stiles smirked before going to the board and taking down a sheet of paper, handing it to Derek. 

‘This is everything you need to know about fighting them, weak spot is the gills on either their neck or side, cut those and they go down. Hard part is avoiding their python like tails and wedigo teeth. It’s why I got the gun, don’t let them get close.’ Stiles said seriously.

‘I won’t, when will we attack?’ Derek asked.

‘Tonight, we’ll have a body count by next week if we don’t take care of it soon. I’ll go get some extra bullets, can never have too many.’ Stiles said as he headed towards the spiral stair case.

He stopped at the first step, and looked down.

‘Thank you, Derek.’ Stiles said quietly.

‘For coming back, for staying, hell thanks for caring, even if its just pretend.’ Stiles mumbled before he headed upstairs.

‘It’s not pretend.’ Derek whispered.

Just then Derek heard it, Scott and his pack entering the building. 

‘I’m stepping out for a bit!’ Derek yelled as he left the loft.

‘Kay, be back by eight!’

He was gonna kill Scott, tear his alpha ass a new one for hurting Stiles, and then he was gonna kill him.

Derek rode down the elevator and once he hit the Lobby floor and the doors opened and there they stood waiting for him.

There they were, the pack, the pack that threw away Stiles.

The pack that threw him away.

Scott, Liam, Lydia, and Malia.

‘Leave, all of you leave now.’ Derek said.

‘We came for Stiles, to get him back.’ Scott replied.

‘He’s not a bag of chips at the store Scott, you cant just pick him up then put him down then pick him up again.’ Derek glared.

’That’s not what we’re doing here.’ Lydia said.

‘Isn’t it? Big Daddy said no more Stiles, and you all put him back on his shelf and you left.’ Derek spat.

They all looked away in shame, but Derek wasn’t done yet.

‘What’s wrong guys? What happened to those overly confident poses you had when I got here?’ Derek pushed.

‘Or is hearing what you did too much for you all to take? How you abandoned him when he needed you most? How badly you had hurt him, after he had busted his ass every which way to help you guys!’ Derek yelled.

‘We were wrong we know that.’ Malia said quietly.

‘Wrong doesn’t cut it, not for any of you. Malia he was your anchor, without him you’d be either feral or dead in the middle of the woods. And Liam who taught you the mantra that keeps you from being in the same boat as her? Lydia Stiles loved you, it was never a crush, he loved you and you knew it. And even if it wasn’t the same kind, you loved him too. He was the one who made you stop acting like a dumb ass and whenever you were in trouble he was there before you even called.’ Derek lectured.

They needed this, needed to hear and fully understand how badly they had screwed up, so he wasn’t letting up.

‘Scott McCall, our true alpha, our powerful righteous alpha. Where would you be without Stiles? In your room having an asthma attack, failing your classes, warming the bench on the lacrosse team? Because without Stiles you wouldn’t have been bitten, you wouldn’t be here without him. None of you would, then you all left him and now Stiles is hurting…real bad.’ Derek finished.

‘We know that, we know we fucked things up, its why we’re here. To fix this.’ Scott tried.

‘No you’re not, you’re here because you feel guilty. You want to be forgiven, you want to feel like a decent person again.’

Every one turned and saw Stiles standing by the stairway entrance.

‘If you’re wondering why you didn’t smell me its the mountain ask in my pocket, as for the hearing me part you guys seemed busy.’ Stiles said as he walked toward the group, standing with Derek.

‘Stiles I know I said it already but I need you to know that I really am sorry.’ Scott started.

‘We all are.’ Lydia added, Liam and Malia nodding in agreement.

‘I forgive you Scott, all of you.’ Stiles said sincerely.

The pack all sighed gratefully, smiles forming as they stepped towards Stiles to give him a hug, but Stiles stepped back.

‘I said I forgive you, that doesn’t mean we are friends again.’

‘But Stiles-’ Malia started.

‘I don’t trust you guys anymore, even if I tried things would never be the same. Because no matter how easy it is to forgive, it’s impossible to forget.’ Stiles interrupted.

‘Stiles let us fix this, please.’ Lydia begged.

‘Lydia, I don’t think it can be fixed.’

Part 16 - Nightmare

Caution/Note : this chapter is very disturbing and different from the previous chapters I wrote based on my own experience. 

You may choose not to read. You’ve been warned.


It happen 3 years ago. Kinda in the same timeline after Cyrus. I remember it was drizzling outside my house while I was desperately looking for fun. Well the blame was on me, I was way too young and naive.

Desperately wishing the water would come out clean faster than usual in the bathroom while waiting for replies on Grindr. And here comes the notification that leads me to a place where now I wish I wasn’t there.

As desperate for sex as I could. I replied him saying :

Me : Yes. Fun tonight 

He’s a Chinese in his early 30′s , Spiky hair, average height, chubby. We exchanged numbers and sent him my address. It was still drizzling outside as I gotten into his car. We talked in the car as he drives to a Motel quite far away from my place.

Waze : You’ve arrived at your destination.


Chill wind blowing at me when I got out from the car. As we walk into the motel checking in, I noticed there were quite a few stalls of Mamak (Food Store) across the street, I was looking outside the street while he was checking in, out of a sudden I had a mixed feeling, paying very little attention of what I felt at that point of time with my eyes busy observing the people by the street as he interrupted me with a pat on my shoulder : 

Jack : Lets go (pats on my shoulder)

Taking the lift up to the 3rd floor. The hallway was paint red with deemed lights gave me an eerie feeling. Telling myself : 

Me : (”This is nothing right, its just fun. Nothing weird”) (trying to calm myself)

As I step foot in the motel room, I was wide-awake as if someone just slap me at my face giving me a wake up call.

                                         “What am I doing here?” 

                                          “Where the hell am I ?”

            “No its just fun. You need to calm the fuck down”


Still amidst of denying what I felt. He was already kissing me before I knew what happen. That moment I stop overthinking and just go with it. Forcing myself to shut my eyes and just feel his lips on mine, his hands were touching my body all over, from the back to my nipples, slowly under my pants touching my hole. Leaning me towards the bed and took off my shirt, he was kissing me all over my body. Licking my neck , my nipples, as he took off my pants and undies revealing my cock which was not erected. He stroke it with hands and manage to get it semi-hard as he puts in into his mouth sucking it.

We switched position as I was sucking his dick. For the very first time I actually felt disgusted and didn’t enjoy sex at all. The feeling that I was trying to deny was getting stronger and stronger as I suck his dick with 0 passion driven.

                                           “I don’t want this”


but I have to finish this quick so I could just go home already. I initiated by putting the condom on his dick and lube myself, riding him as badly as I want him to cum fast and with my eyes closed because I can’t bare to see this anymore. Until I smelled something very distracting that make me opened my eyes. Seeing him holding a small glass bottle of liquid sucking up the smell with his nose while he was joy in a weird way, I was literally freaking out inside

                                      “What the fuck is that?” 


We switched to military position as he fucks me I felt awful and pain. Wishing he would just cum and end this already.  His sweat were dripping all over and panting saying : 

Jack : Ha…Ha…(panting) have you been fuck for more than 3-4 times a night?

Me : Ahh..(Fake moaning) No

Jack : Well I’m gonna fuck you the whole night tonight haha.


It gave me chills when he said that. As if he meant it. It was my fault for stepping in this room and I’m scared. As I continue fake moaning wishing he would just cum already, his hands reaches for that small glass of bottle with liquid and violently forcing me to smell it even tho my hands were pushing it away.

Jack : Just smell it , its nothing (forcing me to suck the smell of the liquid)

Me : I dont want to ! (pushing it away but failed, I was so helpless) 


The smell was terrible and it made me felt dizzy, there were a little dripping left on my face its in the form of oil but I swear it smell awful. Someone finally heard my prayers as he let out a moan and cummed in the condom.

He walked off to hit the shower and I was covered in cold sweat on the bed feeling so misery for the first time. I packed all my stuff into the bag and thinking hell lots of plans to leave this room. As I was packing my stuff, my curiousity hits me saying :

                 “Do I want to check what he has in his bag ?”


Unzipping his bag carefully I saw a few bottles of that liquid and some sex toys. Sound of the tap water running from the shower room, trying very hard to keep this shit together and not panic. I initiated a conversation while he’s in the bathroom.

Me : Hey. Wanna grab something to eat down stair later ? 

Jack : Sure I am hungry.


YES. All I could think of was dining in at a place and I can walk off saying I want to get something from the 7-11 or any convenient store. As he got out from the shower room, I try to avoid any eye contact and just cool my head with cold water flowing on me. Wipe myself dry with a towel and get dress up in a fast pace wishing just to leave. Just when i was about to opened the door 

Jack : Why do you wanna bring your bag along ? 

Me : Oh I don’t feel comfortable leaving my belongings here. (excuse)


I could feel my palm sweating, hoping that he didn’t sense anything fishy. As I step foot outside the motel. In a sigh of relieve, I could finally breathe in fresh air. On our way walking to Pappa Rich (a restaurant), I can’t believe it with my eyes. There ain’t a single convenient store that I saw. Fuck. And I cant think of any excuses to leave !

As we sat in. I only ordered a drink and still looking around thinking :

                                        “What now ?”

Jack : You not eating ?

Me : Er ya. Just feeling like drinking something cold.

As the waiter brought his food to the table, I quickly borrow this chance since he will be busy eating as a distraction.

Me : I need to go to the toilet.

Jack : Ok.

Slowly removing myself from the chair, my sweaty palms were reaching for my bag. Hoping he don’t see me taking it with me to the toilet. I don’t know if he did or didn’t saw it but I went to the toilet anyway. It stinks and I just hate myself so much right now in this position. In the cubicle I cautiously open the door because I don’t know if he would see me by the time I leave the toilet. But I cant see clearly because I was just in panic.

                                    “Screw it. Just run” 

And I did. Leaving the restaurant from another door. Slowly picking up my phase and I was running fast. Real fast. I didn’t know where I was I didn’t know where to go but I just want to stay as far as I could from him and the motel. It was still drizzling outside and I couldn’t care less. My legs did not stop even if I am dead tired. Terrified by what I felt I look at my watch, Fuck its almost 12 am where do I flag a taxi at this time ?!

Standing by the traffic praying to see a red or yellow taxi could pass by and even when the world is covered in darkness there is light. I saw a taxi driving towards the junction. My hopes was all up and wishing I could just take a ride home already ! 

                            “oh fuck. It was taken fuck !”

Still in panic, I took out my phone and called my bff wishing he would pick up his phone in this ungodly hour and expected he didn’t pick up !

As I saw another taxi driving towards I was praying real hard to whoever is up there please just let me go home !

                    “oh dear lord. the taxi driver is a women

I had a bad feeling about it by the time she drove near me. It was stilling raining and I was in fear and wet. the traffic lights turn red as she stops. and I was pointing at the empty backseats hoping she would let me hop on. 

                  She waved a ‘No’ gesture to me, declining. 

And for the first time my heart sank so deep that my tears could rush out any moment. My phone started ringing non-stop and god knows who is calling. I sincerely put my fingers together in a please gesture. She scroll down her car windows and said : 

Taxi Lady : Duduk kat mana ? (Where do you stay?)

Me : ‘Told her my address’ Dekat je kak (Its nearby only please)

As the lights turn green.

Taxi Lady : Masuk la (Just get in) 

Words couldn’t express how grateful I felt the moment I sat in the car. Sure it was cold and shivering, mentally damaged, terrified and my phone couldn’t stop ringing. But I told myself.

                “I’m going to be alright. I’m coming home”

While I was gonna blocked his number he sent horrifying messages to me.

“Where are you”

             “Dont runaway”                               “You cant hide from me”

I stopped myself from reading it and deleted all of it and blocked his number. And my phone rang again. How is it possible ? 

But turns out it was my bff. I picked up the call.

The moment I heard his vocie throught the phone. My tears was flowing down.


bff : Are you ok ?

Me : Fuck you…why didn’t you pick up just now (Crying already)

bff : I was at work bitch. Are you crying ? What happen. 

Me : Its 12 am and you’re still working ? (Erk kinda out of topic)

bff : Where are you now ?

Me : I had a terrible fun. I’m on my way home now. 

bff : See I told you to be careful. (still wanna nag me)

Me : call you when I’m home safe. 


As the car stopped in front of my house. The taxi meter was about RM12 I took out a RM20 note and hand to her saying my most sincere 

                             “Thank you, keep the change”

Carefully unlocking the doors so that I don’t wake my parents up at this hour. Took my towel, removed my clothes and turn on the heater. 

I’ve never hate myself so much. Like so so much. Scrubbing my skin where he touches and removing the smell from every inch of my body. 

As the shower tap was flowing water ; my eyes was too. 

Out of a sudden, I felt nauseated and immediately held on to the toilet bowl and vomit , gag so badly that it hurts inside. I was so pathetic.


Well my point of writing this story is just to share that not all my encounters are perfectly godly good sex or hot af sex. I had some pretty bad times too, I just chose not to write it. Thinking back of this incident really make me wanna yell at myself. 


Be safe everybody. xo

Tough Love Pt 9

Hello my loves! here is chapter 9!!!  keep messaging me guys I love hearing from you!!!

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When I woke up the next morning I felt empowered and excited for what the day held. Dawning my usual “casual” outfit I headed down to the pit to eat breakfast with Tris and Four.  “Where the hell did you go last night?” Tris raised an eyebrow. “I decided to turn in early after sweating and practically having sex with the dance floor” I smirked. “I saw that. Looked there was a party happening  that no one else was invited to” Four laughed. I waggled my eyebrows “There was”  we all burst out laughing when Chris walked by and sat at a table across the room.  I frowned “What’s he on about?”   Tris and Four looked at each other “ He quit the security team. He said he cant handle being nothing more than your friend” Tris shrugged. “Well then, that’s too bad. On the down side that means I need a replacement”  I sighed.  

After we finished breakfast we made our way to the training room to oversee the training of the initiates.  Of course silence was the first thing to greet me. “You may continue your training as usual” I addressed the hall and waved away the formal greetings. Eric started barking orders at the initiates and they resumed their exercises. I walked around the edge while Tris and Four moved forward to help some of the lacking initiates.  I could feel Eric’s eyes on me from across the room. I continued to ignore him and when he walked up beside me I addressed him in a very formal manner. “Coulter. How goes the training?”  he stood beside me facing the center of the room “There is plenty of potential in this batch” “I see” I nodded. “When can I see you again” he asked. “We are talking now aren’t we?” I smirked.  “That’s not what I meant” he placed his hand on the small of my back and then trailed a finger up my spine sending shivers to all my intimate zones.  I looked up at him and then down in the direction of his hand. “You cant wait?” I smirked bringing my eyes back up to his.  “Can I? yes. Will I? No” he moved his hand down to my ass.  “Stop. There are way too many eyes here”.

I calmly turned around and walked out of the training room. I didn’t stop walking until I reached the hallway by the chasm. Standing in the dark I watched him walk up to me. “I can’t wait to taste you”  he said. I  pulled him to me and then down to my level as he backed me up against the wall. When my head hit the concrete he didn’t apologize instead  he lifted me up holding my legs. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders as his lips found mine. Kissing Eric was like standing by the fire when the flames jumped high and you jumped back in fear. You fear being burned but you always find that you cant get close enough to stay completely warm. He was kissing my neck sending my body into overdrive. “I can’t … we have to stop” I said weakly. My head was spinning. “Why?” he sounded out of breath and his heart was pounding against my chest. “I’m losing it” I said into his neck. “I know…”  he grunted and pulled down the zipper to my jumpsuit exposing my breasts. He planted a trail of kisses down my chest and took my nipple into his mouth.  My eyes shot open in the dark as I did my best to moan quietly. When he came up for air he looked at me steadily and said “If you weren’t in this damn suit I would bury my tongue so deep in your pussy that my Name would echo from your lips in these halls”. I knew he was serious because he didn’t smile. In the shadows his jaw line stood out calling to me.  I leaned forward and licked from his jaw to the bottom of his earlobe. “Put me down” I said. When my feet hit the ground I zipped myself up and looked up at him.  “You will be the Death of me Aadya” he said adjusting himself.  “Good. I must go, I have an engagement”  I replied stepping into the light.  When he stepped out in front of me he leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead and walked away. I was watching his perfect ass when I looked up at the back of his neck where his collar was folded. There on the back of his neck was a very beautiful Tattooed “A”…

For the rest of the day I felt very strange. I kept rubbing hand on my neck where he had placed his lips. I kept thinking about everything the “A” on his neck could stand for.  I was really just lying to myself I knew exactly what it stood for. “Oh Eric Coulter, could you be anymore mine?” I said aloud to myself smirking.  It was visiting day for the initiates but I had paperwork to take care of so that meant my father was visiting me this time.  When I heard a knock at the door I called out for my father to enter. He looked a lot healthier than the last meeting we’d had. “Father, you look well!” I smiled.  “I am” he smiled back. “Ever since you took over the seat on the council  I have seen fit to take a break and it has served me well” he seemed to glow.  “That is good news!” I sighed  “I also need to talk to you about something” he seemed nervous.  “Go on. You may speak freely” I waited.  “I’ve met someone. Her name is Madalia and id like you to meet her when you get some time off!” he said excitedly. I felt sick to my stomach at my fathers words. “Of course father. Congratulations, I will get back to you as soon as possible with a date” I faked a smile.  “That would be wonderful. I also see that Leader Eric has taken a noticeable interest in you” he said smiling even wider. “Father.. please” I coughed choking on the water I had just taken a sip of.  “Oh come now, he’s very successful. He also has good standing within the faction. Give him a chance” he said.  “Oh my God. Dad please.. Stop. I think you should go” I said with my eyes closed.  “I just want whats best for you. I love you” he said opening the door “And id like to be a grandfather before I’m ancient” he said in a rush as he ran out of the door before I could say a word.

The door closed behind him and I sat back in my chair and sighed. “I’ve had more than enough excitement for one day” I said aloud returning to my paperwork. Eventually I got lost in my work and before I knew it night had arrived. Getting up from my desk I started to return things to order when there was another knock at my door.  “Enter” I said with one hand on my gun.  Four came through the door and I relaxed my hand. “What on earth are you doing here?” I raised an eyebrow.  “I came to talk to you” he said closing the door behind him.  I waited for him to speak. “Whats going on between you and Eric?” he asked with his arms crossed. “For fucks sake. Not you too” I frowned. “So I’m not the first who’s noticed then”. he stepped up to my desk. “Noticed what?” I played daft.

 “You two sneaking off. I notice everything Aadya” he placed his hands on my desk and leaned over. “Don’t even start. You sneak around with Tris” I retorted. “That’s different. Tris is kind and beautiful, Eric is rash and dangerous”. he insisted.  “Just like me” I smirked.  “This isn’t funny. I wouldn’t go anywhere near him unless you intend to go public with the relationship” he sneered. “Why are you being like this?” I snapped.  “You don’t really expect to keep your relationship in the shadows forever do you?” he laughed. “Stop Four. This conversation is far from fair!” I yelled “You are the most desirable woman in this faction right now and you’re the first woman with the head seat on the council! You need to set an example!” he yelled back.

“Who do you think you are?” I screamed. “Really Aadya… That’s the card you pull?” he was on my side of the desk now.  “Mom’s dead Four. You cant stop acting like her now!” I threw my hands in the air.  He stepped up close and got in my face “Don’t bring mom into this, Mom’s death doesn’t change the fact you are my sister!” “I know that Four, but this is my life. What I do or don’t do with Eric is none of your business” I said in a firm tone.  Four sighed and stormed out of my office.  I didn’t bother packing the rest of my things up.

Turning out the lights and walking out i turned and faced the door to lock it.  Heading down to the pit I saw Eric sitting with a large group of leaders, most of them women. Walking up to the table I put my hand on the back of Eric’s neck and he tried to reach around and grab me. Ducking I backed up and he turned around. “Fuck Aadya! You almost got a fist to the face!” he snapped irritated. “Still mad” I said walking up to him as the leaders at the table laughed.  “Depends” he said “Are you sorry?” he put his hands on my waist and I heard the table gasp. “Never” I said pulling his vest collar to kiss him. The Pit erupted with catcalls and the banging of cups and cheers. Eric was staring at me shocked and then grinned and kissed me again. “Shall we?” I motioned towards the upper floors. “My place or yours?” he asked. “Mine” I said and as we walked out of the pit together more cheers and stares followed.

Prisoner - J-Hope Smut

Originally posted by hoseoh

Hobi x You

Smut based off the song Prisoner by The Weeknd.


His hand lingered on mine for a while as he stared deep into my eyes. Pupils relaxed, hands soft, and lips parted. He was staring deep into my soul and tearing out everything I ever was. I could have died in that moment and I would have been happy. His beautiful expression and the burning passion in his eyes forever sketched in memory. I grasped at my heart nearly ripping my cotton shirt as I thought about him while lying in my bed. Jung Hoseok was becoming a problem, meeting up every now and then for casual sex started to feel not so casual. Selfish we were, eating each other up in lust for our own benefits. But there was something more for me. I hated to admit it and there was no way I could tell him because he probably does not feel the same after all.

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Hoseok - Hawaii

Pairing - J-Hope x Reader 

Type - Humour and fluff and lots of fluff

Warning - cringy puns ahead with a sprinkle of fluff 

Song recommended - ‘Starlight’ by Taeyeon and Dean

This for me friend @sebeuntin-ie  HOPE you enjoyed this! (see what I did there ;) )

Originally posted by smol-jims


The shrill sound of the ringtone of your phone interrupted the silence of the room. Your boss looked up at you, annoyed by the disturbance. You smiled apologetically at him. He gestured for you to leave the room to answer the call.

“This better be important Jungkook-ah,” you said just as you walked out, clicking the answer button.

“I’m so sorry Noona. I know you were doing something but I really need a minute to talk to you.” The urgency in his voice made your heart race, a million scenarios already forming in that overly complicated head of yours.

“Did something happen? Is everything okay? Are you guys okay? Is Jimin okay? Is Hose-“ you ranted off.

The boys and yourself were in The States. You were on your business trip in New York while the boys were in Anaheim. Your brain couldn’t help but form the worst scenarios in midst of the death threats Jimin was receiving and you hadn’t spoken to your dearest boyfriend, Hoseok, in two days.

You would usually schedule dates for your business trips around the time Hoseok and the boys went on tour so you guys would come home around the same time and got to spend as much time as possible with each other.

“Noona relax. Nobody is hurt. Everything is okay,” your donsaeng reassured you. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Hm go ahead.”

“The hyungs have been really stressed these last few days. I mean they’re really cheerful on stage but I feel like each of them are overworking themselves,” Jungkook replied dejectedly.

“Oh,” you whispered, instantly feeling guilty. Just the day before, yourself and Hoseok had a little spat and hadn’t spoken since. Usually the two of you never really argued. If you did, then it wouldn’t last long. But this time you knew you had struck a chord when that Skype call had ended rathely abruptly on the other end. Neither of you were wrong, just overly distressed.

A sigh escaped your lips as you massaged your forehead with your free hand. You smiled when you thought of something that not just Hoseok but all of the boys needed - a mini break.

“Yah kookie, I have a brilliant plan. Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of everything. I have to go now and make some calls. Just relax till then.”

You didn’t give a chance for the boy to reply as you ended the call, excited for things might turn out.

After speaking to the boys’ managers, the staff had helped you to book tickets for everyone to Hawaii.  

You were feeling giddy with the excitement bubbling in you with each passing second. You heard loud screams as you walked to the gate of your flight. You had managed to get a flight from New York to LA and now to Hawaii just so that you could be on the same one as the boys.

With your face partially covered by the hoodie you had ‘borrowed’ from your dearest. You knew the boys were behind you when you heard almost incoherent bickering in Korean. You smiled when you realised it was Jimin and Taehyung. Just then, another rather raspy voice cut in and your heart surely skipped a few beats. It took a large amount of self control to not turn back and hug him the life out of your beloved . You breathed in deeply as you continued walking slowly, just to hear him speak.

You hadn’t seen him in two weeks since you left a week before the boys. Even though they had shows in New York, the were busy with interviews and practice while you were busy with endless meetings.

With your slow pace, you ended up between Jin and Jungkook in the line for the ticket check. Jungkook had been staring at your bag since the time he’d spotted you. His suspicions were confirmed when his eyes landed on the familiar rose gold band around your wrist which Hoseok had given. He smiled but didn’t approach you.

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Wouldnt it be nice

AN: Requested -  If it is alright to request it I was hoping for on where Michael is ruling heaven and the reader (his soulmate and an angel) is protected like crazy. One day she finds out she is pregnant. @robinlover11620 I hope I wrote it to your expectations and sorry for the long fic, I got carried away. I hope you like it and sorry for the long wait.

I hope everyone else will enjoy this and happy reading :D

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Word Count: 2,272

Your name: submit What is this?

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older

Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long

And wouldn’t it be nice to live together

In the kind of world where we belong”

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Rude ticket inspector gets a taste of her own medicine.

Apologies in advance for the length of this, but I cant help but talk about it, it was probably my favourite moment ever.

So I’m on the train heading into the city to attend a lecture (Im a 21 y/o student, male), having a pleasant enough morning.. it was maybe 20 minutes to 9. I missed my usual quarter past 8 train which is normally crammed full of morning commuters, but not to worry as class didn’t start until 9, and I usually stop by and grab a bacon roll and a cup of tea, but I’d make class with 5 minutes to spare if I gave up my bacony goodness (tragedy, I know)

I had just recently upgraded my bank account and got a new debit card that allowed me to use the card to pay for my train tickets on the train, which was handy because the machines can be slow and I have missed a few trains in the past when using my old debit card that only worked on these machines, not the handheld one that she has on her person.. so I thought why not use this opportunity to test out the new card..

As I said it was the train after the usual busy commute, but the carriage was still at least ¾ full.. the ticket inspector comes by, and she’s a middle aged English woman (I live in Scotland) who I have seen before and have noticed that she can be very rude and obnoxious, and thinks she’s god gift because she has authority on the train.. She starts to check peoples tickets, tapping her feet and huffing with impatience at people who have to dig around in their pockets to find their ticket before she can move on, clearly not pleased that people don’t have them at the ready..

I’m sitting there with my earphones in, minding my own business with my new debit card at the ready. As she approaches me and asks to see a ticket, I flick out one earphone and tell her what type of ticket I need and where I was going.. around this time we were going through a tunnel so there was a bit of a reverberation of the sound of wind gushing through the carriage.. she asks me to repeat myself because she claims she couldn’t hear me, so I repeat my request.. now I don’t know if she had hearing problems or being English she couldn’t seem to understand my Scottish accent (which isn’t very strong at all) because I had to repeat myself a total of 3 more times! Each time I was progressively getting louder and louder until I was almost shouting, and I could see other people on the train looking up, clearly curious as to why I was talking so loud, proving that they could hear me just fine.. finally she understands what I’m trying to ask her, and then says in her most bitchy, condescending tone.. “WELL IF YOU MAYBE TOOK OUT YOUR OTHER EARPHONE WHILE TALKING, I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HEAR YOU BETTER”..

I sat for a couple seconds in confusion, absorbing what she just said… it didn’t make sense, but all attention was on me and her now, and I could see confusion at her statement registering on other nearby passengers faces as well. Not one for confrontation I swiftly apologised and handed her my debit card.. she huffed and whipped out her card machine, but it seemed like my morning was only going to get worse because my new card got declined.. I have money in my account but later that day I learned that I had to call/text a number to activate my new card which I forgot to do.. She was visibly irritated when I asked her to try and ring it up again, but no luck..

Im starting to get a bit red in the face cause at least half the train is looking in my direction, some people were looked sympathetic towards me, others just smirked at my misfortune… Luckily I keep 20 pounds behind my phone cover in case of emergencies, so I ask her to bear with me while I take my phone out my pocket and crack open the case, then present her with the 20 note.

Now maybe it was because I was a young male, or maybe it was because the note was behind my phone case, but when I handed it to her, she snatched it off me and then HELD IT UP TO THE LIGHT and scrutinised it for literally 15-20 seconds to see if it was fake.. this is strange cause it has never happened before and I have used many 20 pound notes to pay for a ticket before.. I ask her if there’s a problem with the note, to which she replies in a loud voice ‘I’ll tell you in a minute boy’ - OH SHIT, SHE DID NOT JUST CALL ME BOY.. you could cut the tension in the carriage with a knife, all eyes were on this transaction at this point..

Finally, she seems to accept my note as legal tender, and digs around in her purse for my change.. I received a few coins back, a 5 pound note, and a 10 pound note.. as she handed me the change she started to walk away.. but I saw my one and only chance at revenge so I loudly said 'hang on a minute’… and you can probably guess what happened next.. I held those notes up to the light, scrutinizing them so intensely it seemed like I was going to burn a hole right through them.. as I did this, the entire carriage erupted in laughter, and the old couple closest to me started an applause which spread throughout the majority of the spectators..

The ticket woman’s face turned a deep shade of violet. she hastily made her way to the next carriage, not even bothering to check the remaining people’s tickets. Justice was served, and I felt absolutely amazing.. and that was my favourite day ever.

TL;DR: ticket woman suspects me of giving her counterfeit money, so I suspect her right back..

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Hello, baby. Part 13

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


I kiss him and thenI let out a sigh, “Well, my mom was beautiful from what I remember. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. I remember her voice being so soft and gentle. As for my dad, well he wasn’t much of anything.” I look at him and he still has his eyes on me.
“He was a drunk and in some deep trouble with drugs. He would make me go on runs with him because he figured people wouldn’t shoot at a little girl. When I was 11 I, I actually killed someone to protect him, I still don’t know why. He was never happy, no matter what. He was really violent. I remember my mom never tried to stick up for herself, she would just take it so I wouldn’t have to, but she killed herself when I was 8. I started to become her, i took her place.” He squeezes my hand letting me know he’s still there.
“I realized why my mom always had a full face of makeup around me, it was to cover the bruises. I had to start doing the same. I was heading down the same path as my mom. So, I moved out when I was 17. I didn’t want to end up like her, or like him. He died a couple years ago and it felt like I could breath again.” I let out a deep breath.
I haven’t had to recall those memories for a long time. They still feel like fresh wounds. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
I give him a forced smile.
A few silent moments fall between us.
He lets out a sigh to break it, “I don’t remember much of mine. I don’t remember a mom or dad, or where I grew up. The last date I remember is, well I don’t really remember it, I just sort of have pictures that flash through my head. It was when I was a teenager I think, I was standing there, smiling. That’s it. Nothing else was happening in the picture.” He has his head resting back on the couch.
“I started getting into the crime world and I was good at it, so good at it darling. Still am.” He smiles at me.
“Things went wrong when the Bat showed up. The first time we met he thought he killed me, but he just turned me into a better version of myself. See, my skin wasn’t always this white and my hair wasn’t always green.” He laughs and I give him a smile.
“Falling into a chemical bath, well that might change your looks a little bit.” I look at his skin and his face and can’t imagine him looking and different.
“I came back and I was better than ever baby. I showed up and created the mayhem I desired. You know how strong my desires can be darling.” He runs his finger down my bottom lip.
“I did get caught once more, an asylum this time. A chemical bath and electric shock therapy, that does things to ya baby, and that’s how I became what I am today doll.”
He’s looking straight in my eyes. “Does that scare you?”
“Not in a million years.” I pull him down to kiss me.

I can feel him smile as we kiss and is cause me to laugh a little bit. 

 “What time is it?” I mumble as our lips are still attached. 

He pulls away and his bright eyes are staring deep into mine “It’s morning.” He kisses me again.
I look up at a window and see the sunrise, “Well Mr. J.” I stand up and stretch, “That was a lovely first date, but I must get home.”
I laugh and take one step, he pulls me by the waist and I land on his lap, I start laughing. 

“I’m pretty sure you needed to be punished for God knows what you did earlier,” he bites the back of my neck. 

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I get up and his hands fall to his side, I face towards him and straddle him on the couch, he growls. “Now, Mr. J, you can’t punish me for something you don’t know if I did or not.” I kiss him slowly, “but I’ll let you get away with it, just this one time.” I lean close to his ear and give it a soft bite, he grips my ass and groans. 
He picks me up and tosses me on the couch, he rips off my clothes “I think I have waited long enough for dessert.”

“J! People are going to be waking up and coming in here! Can we at least go to…”

His mouth covers mine, “Darling, if you keep talking I really will punish you.” He finishes undressing me.

I start laughing because i’m nervous that someone will see us, but I know he doesn’t care. ‘I’m sure they will hear and just not come out here, right?’

He flips me over and has me bent over the back of the couch and my knees are on the cushions, I am still laughing because I can’t believe this is happening. 
J spanks me, hard. I let out a small scream.
“What the hell J! That was really hard!” I laugh towards the end of my sentence. 

“You must of forgot doll.” He grabs my hair and pulls it, by back arches and my ass sticks out toward him more, “I get to punish you, remember? You were the one that asked for this baby.” He pulls harder and a moan escapes my mouth. 
“Thats right.” His voice is low I can barley hear him.

I feel his dick between my legs, as if I wasn’t already wet. He pushes himself against me and I wiggle myself back, he slaps my ass again, harder.
“Fuck!” I say under my breath and bring myself back to the position he wants me in. 
“You do as I say. Ok baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” I reply and don’t say another word.

“Now, play with yourself.” He commands

I do as i’m told, he is still pulling my hair and it gets me even more turned on. I moan his name as rub my clit. I hear him growl from behind me.

He releases my hair and my head falls forward, he positions himself and slowly slides himself in me, I can hear him groan and it forces me to let out a moan myself. He picks up his pace and one hand is pulling my hair back while the other is holding my hips in place as his thrusts get harder. 
My moans and screams and loud and I cant stop them, I can feel the orgasm approach.
He pulls out.
I let out a loud scream and wait a second. 
“The fuck J!” He still has my hair in his hand so I cant turn to look at him.

“This is your fault darling.” He rams himself back in me and I scream his name.

Im getting close again and my knuckles are white from gripping the couch, he spanks me again and it only brings me closer this time.
He pulls out again.
“FUCK YOU!” I scream out, my breathing rigid.

“Oh my, the princess has a filthy mouth when she doesn’t get what she wants.”
He goes back to fucking me again, he goes slow. The sensation causes my legs to shake. He lets go of my hair and has both hands on my hips, holding them up. He keeps the pace steady.

“Darling you are fucking fantastic, do you know that?” his voice is low, almost a whisper. 
His words send a chill down my spine.
His pace picks up and my back arches again, I cant take this much longer.
I am biting my lip scared to make a noise, the fear that he might not let me cum again.

He is grunting and moaning himself, i know he’s close. I meet his rhythm.
I scream out “Daddy!” and we only last seconds after. 

I fall onto the couch, my body feels extremely weak. He leans over and kisses me.

“Don’t fuck with me again, princess. It will only get worse and trust me, I don’t mind.” He smiles at me. I can’t even answer, i just nod my head and close my eyes.

He puts his pants back on and wraps a blanket around me, “You might want to get upstairs darling.” 
I forgot other people were here, but my legs are weak.

“J, I honestly can not move.” I laugh and he joins.
He picks me up and carries me up the stairs, he places me in my side of the bed and covers me with the silk sheets. 
I fall asleep quick.


I wake up, my body still wants sleep but my stomach is screaming for food. The sun is shining bright through the windows.
I throw on a shirt and some shorts and head downstairs. 
I open the bedroom door and I can hear J yelling in his office, I decide to avoid whatever situation is going on in there. 
Jackie has the house smelling delicious.
French toast today, I make myself a plate and sit at the table alone. 
J’s screams are muffled from the door but I don’t hear anyone else. Then again, who would actually raise their voice at him other than me. I smile at myself.
I eat the entire plate, I wash the dishes and then go sit on the couch and turn the T.V on.
 
Gunshots, like a machine gun. My first instinct is to run to J.
I run upstairs and I hunch down by the door, waiting to hear anything. I don’t know who is in there, my heart is pounding, I swear they could hear it on the other side of the door. 

The door slams open, I fall backwards on my back.

“What are you doing Kat?!” Its Lucas, he looks mad.

“I heard all, i heard the gunshots, I just wanted to make sure everyone was ok?” My voice is shaky. 

“Do you know how mad he will be if he sees you this close to all this? Go! Now! Run to the bedroom!” Hes whispering but I feel the urgency in his voice.

I stumble getting up but I run to the bedroom and close the door lightly. I stand there catching my breath. I get myself together and open the door.

“Good morning! Whats with all the noise?” I smile as I walk out of our room.

J just walked out of his office, “Just some business that needed to be taken care of darling. Nothing to worry about.” He gives me a smile and I cant help but smile back. “I have a surprise for you tonight, we will be leaving shortly doll. Nothing too fancy.” He winks at me. 

“A surprise?” I squeal.

“Yes darling, go get ready while daddy cleans this up.” He gives me that smile again, my knees feel weak. ‘Will I ever get used to that? To him?’

I go back to the bedroom, I throw off my clothes and raid through the closet. I pick out a black t-shirt and some jean shorts that I know will drive J mad. I pull out some purple ankle books that have a good size heel to them. They make my legs look long and that confident feeling comes flooding over me. 

J walks into the bedroom, he looks irritated, i ignore it.
He goes to the closet and changes into a white shirt and more low jeans.
‘Do you even know what those low jeans do to me J?’ I smile at him and at my thoughts.

“You ready doll? We have a detour to make.” He is at the bedroom door, holding it open. 

I walk over to him, “You look nice too baby.” and walk right by him, down the stairs and straight out the front door. 

He meets me outside, and wraps his hands around my waist, “You have my full attention darling.” He kisses behind my ear.
He’s forgiven.

He opens the car door for me and we get in the back, Jay and Lucas are with us as well as a car full of guards behind us.

“Whats the detour?” I ask looking at the car behind us.

“Work baby, don’t worry about it. I’ll be in and out.” he winks at me and i give him a small laugh.

The drive took about 20 minutes. We come to a stop and its in front of  a building that is well lit. There are huge windows all around it. it looks like it used to be an storage unit of some kind. Im sure its still a storage but for very different things now.


J open the car door and gets out and I scoot towards the door, “Oh no, no, no. You are going to stay here doll. I am going to have 2 guards on either side of you, ok?”

“I, I have to wait here? While you go in there?” I give him the puppy dog eyes, they don’t work.

“It’s not going to work. I’ll be back quick. Ok? Vic and Sam will be outside the car till I get back.”

“Come back to me J.” I pull at him to kiss me, he does.

“Every time doll.” He smiles and walks away.

Sam and Vic are very huge men, I feel pretty safe. 
Vic is on the left side of the car, his body tilted toward the building with a gun drawn. Sam is on the right side, he is facing the street and he has his gun drawn with a light on it. 
We sit, and we wait.

It doesn’t take long before my ears are ringing from the sound of a gunshot.
I can’t move.

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Another shot, blood is all over the left side of the car, Vic slides down the car.
I can’t move, I can’t scream.
Sam opens the door and pulls me down so I am laying on the seat. He stands back up and starts firing at one of the windows, i hear a man fall and hit the cement below him.

“Miss, you need to stay awake. Do you know where you are?” His hand is on my face and he is making eye contact with me but I can’t say anything.
He reaches for his phone and hits one button, “She’s hit. Vics down.” 

Seconds pass and J is next to me, he puts my head on his lap, “Hospital fucking now!” He yells at Jay and Lucas.
“Fuck!” he keeps screaming over and over. His voice sounds painful.

I reach my hand down under my shirt to my lower stomach and lift it up to my face, its covered in blood.
I still can’t feel anything. I grab onto Js arm as tight as I can, I can’t concentrate on what has happened. My mind hasn’t wrapped myself around it.

He lets out a painful grunt when he sees my hand covered in blood, “Im fucking sorry Kat. I fucked up. Im, I can’t.” 

I cant even enjoy the fact that he said sorry just now. 
J pushes the car door open before we even come to a complete stop at the hospital. He tries to be as gentle but as quick as he can getting me out of the car.
He carries me inside and there are 4 of his men behind him.

“I need the fucking doctor!” He screams when we walk in. 
Everyone stands in fear of The Joker.
Lucas let off 3 shots, “The doctor. Now!” 

Nurses scramble, and a doctor comes forward. He is sweaty and you can smell the nervous feeling on him.
“Ye-Yes Joker?” He stands a few feet away.

“Fix her, save her.” J walks up to the doctor. “She’s shot, lower abdomen. If she dies, so do you.”

Fo-follow me.” He walks J and his men back to an emergency room. “Set her down here.” 

J lays me down, my eyes are heavy, its hard to breath, and i am freezing.
“Im right here baby girl, everything is going to be fine.” 

I try to smile at him. I don’t even know if my face actually moved.

The doctor cuts off my shirt, “I-I uh need to get to that side of her Sir.”
J was knelt down my the wound, he snarls at the doctor but moves to the other side, he grabs my hand, I have no energy to grab his back.

“I need 2 nurses, their names are Hannah and Gloria, I need extra hands.” The doctor looks at J.

“Go get them Lucas.” J doesn’t stop looking at my face. 

Lucas comes back and both girls are crying, they look at the doctor for instruction.
“Shes lost a lot of blood, I need a transfusion now!” They don’t move out of fear, “He will kill us if we don’t save her, move!” the doctor yells at the 2 girls.
“They need that arm Sir. I have an IV in this one,” The doctor doesn’t look at J, he is busy addressing the gunshot wound.

J stutters to move but he does. The girls rush in and get to work.

Tears roll down the side of my face into my hair line, I can’t feel anything put a lot of pressure. I’m just scared. Really scared. 

One of the girls brushes my hair back, “Its ok, everything will be ok. You won’t feel anything other than the pressure you are feeling already, ok? We gave you pain medication through the IV.” she points to my other arm but I cant turn my head.
“I promise you, you will be ok.” Her smile is soft and warm, i believe her.

J has his eyes locked on me. I can feel the pain radiating off him. 
The medication has swept through my body. 
I close my eyes.

“Don’t, don’t sleep, Kat wak..” He is yelling.

“She is fine Sir. Its just the pain medication, she needs to sleep.” She puts her hand up to J and I know he wanted to kill her right then and there.
She turns round and goes back to helping the doctor.

“It went straight through, that’s a good thing. Its cleaned and everything is fine internally. Stitch her up.” The doctor tells the girls. 

He takes his gloves off and turns to J. “She is going to need a lot of rest, she is going to have a hard time getting up and she will need a lot of help for a while. In about 2 days she will need to start walking so her muscles don’t get tight around the wound. It needs to be cleaned morning and night everyday till we get the stitches out. It is going to hurt, she is going to be in pain. She will live though. You can cut the stitches out in 3 weeks or bring her back here.” The doctor walks past J and out the double doors.

One nurse smiles out of fear and leaves, while the other sits next to me. 

“She’s ok Sir. She’s tough.” She gets up and walk out after adjusting the IV one last time.

“I know.” He says under his breath.
He comes to my side and kisses my forehead.
He doesn’t say anything. He puts his head down on the table next to my arm and lets out a long sigh.
He looks over at the stitched up hole, “Kat, I’m not safe for you. I’m no good for you.” he grabs my hand again, i still can’t return the pressure. “Lets get her home.”

He has Lucas and Jay grab the IV’s has he carries me out.
Not a word is spoken on the ride home.

J takes me upstairs and changes my clothes, he throws everything I was wearing in the trash.
Lucas sets up the IV’s in the bedroom and J lays me down and covers me with the sheets.
Lucas closes the door behind him.

J gets in bed next to me, he pulls me close, “Im so sorry Kat.” 

Originally posted by painfulblisss



I wake up in the morning, I can barley breath from the pain. I try to sit up and fall back gasping for air. I look around for J, he’s not there.

Fanfic (Mavinwood): Y/Ours

So, you know, I still exist. Just in case you were wondering. Now, excuse me while I throw some porn at you and promptly vanish again.

Prompt: “Mavinwood: Ryan and Gavin hatch a plan to "make Michael theirs”. Interpret that how you will… (Non AU)“

Hehe, I guess making this an AU would have been the easy road out anyway.

So I took the other easy road out and made this smut.

[AO3 Mirror]

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Music and laughter rippled around Michael as he walked in a somewhat straight line towards a door that he hoped contained a bathroom. God, he needed to piss so badly.

He yanked open the door and almost groaned when he was greeted by a long hallway. Seriously, what was the point of having the hallway separated by a door? It was just unnecessary. Michael felt lied to.

At least the hall was quieter than the party, the base and chatter dimming to a muted thrumming in the walls as he closed the door. It was empty, too, which was good - no one around to rope him into small talk when all he wanted to do was take a leak.

Then, of course, the music became loud again as someone stepped into the hall - why were there so many doors to this fucking hallway - only to dull down again as the door closed behind the newcomer.

And of course it was Gavin, one of the greatest sources of sexual frustration in Michael’s life, ever since the British Lad had admitted that he was gay and also in a relationship with Ryan. Michael’s mind often plagued him with the question what if - what if Gavin had confided in him about his sexuality earlier, would anything have ever eventuated? And of course he had to be dating Ryan, all muscly arms and broad shoulders and just more physically impressive than Michael in general. It wasn’t fair. Michael shouldn’t have to go home alone and jerk himself off with only his pathetic fantasies to keep him company.

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