out of her league

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Dating Peter Parker Would Include:

  • the two of you being best friends before peter finally got the guts to ask you out
  • the whole ordeal was full of blushing and stutters and stumbles over his words until you got the gist of what he was trying to say and straight up kissed him instead to save him from further embarrassment 
  • “ugh, finally. that was painful to watch”
  • “thanks, ned”
  • you knowing about spiderman like the day after the spider incident
  • and being totally in awe and just as excited as he was
  • supporting all his decisions fully even if there’s a part of you that worries incessantly for your boyfriend
  • but you trust him so when he promises that he’ll be back for you later in the night, you believe him
  • your family loving him as your best friend, but even more so now the two of you are dating and happy
  • aunt may loving you too and vice versa
  • even after she caught you and peter making out on his bed that one time
  • okay maybe she’s caught you more than just one time
  • him teaching you hand to hand combat to protect yourself, just in case 
  • him telling you all about his part in the fight between the avengers in germany
  • “-and then i swooped in and i stole captain america’s shield and everyone was like ‘whaaat’ and it was awesome and then there was this guy with a metal arm and i met black widow and hawkeye and everyone! oH and there was this tiny dude too but then all of a sudden he became a huge dude and he knocked me half way across the airport and it hurt like hell but it was so awesome! holy shit, you should’ve seen me, (y/n); it was awesome!”
  • you listening to him ramble excitedly in adoration
  • him climbing through your open window at night and whilst he just wants to go to sleep next to you and cuddle, you always insist that you have to patch him up
  • cuddling
  • so !! much !! cuddling !!
  • peter’s favourite thing being your cuddles, especially after a long day or a fight
  • “cuddle me?”
  • you never disappoint
  • it doesn’t matter where the two of you would be
  • whether it’s at school or out shopping or studying
  • you’ll stop whatever you’re doing and instantly snuggle into his arms at his request
  • him being so so so protective of you
  • therefore, him always, always walking you home just in case something happens
  • because it would destroy him if something did and he could’ve prevented it
  • you hearing liz allan talking about her crush on spiderman
  • you getting jealous because you know that peter is way out of your league and he could totally have her if he wanted
  • peter noticing your change in demeanour and immediately bringing you close to him 
  • “spiderman’s all yours, i promise”
  • him not necessarily wanting to admit that he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, but you both know that he does
  • having star wars marathons over and over and over and you enduring it because the franchise makes peter happy
  • “you’re such a nerd, i love it; don’t ever change”
  • forehead kisses
  • nose kisses
  • neck kisses
  • shoulder kisses
  • kisses kisses kisses
  • you wearing his sweaters all the time but he doesn’t mind
  • “you look adorable”
  • pillow fights
  • you defending him whenever flash makes a comment and peter actually has to hold you back sometimes
  • losing your virginities to one another
  • both of you always zooming in on each other’s faces on snapchat when one of you isn’t paying attention
  • and then giggling about it as the other pouts childishly
  • cute dates in strange places that peter has found on his friendly neighbourhood spiderman escapades
  • going to homecoming together and peter being speechless as you walk down the stairs in your dress
  • “i…uh… w-wow…”
  • him eventually introducing you to tony stark because he wants to show you off
  • “so this is the (y/n) that you never shut up about?”
  • him taking discrete photos of you and setting them as his lock screen because he thinks you look beautiful 24/7
  • his favourites are of you when you’re wearing his shirt and sweatpants, your hair up in a messy ponytail, no makeup, and the brightest smile on your face as you laugh at one of his shitty jokes
  • him finding himself falling more in love with you whenever you say something smart, or help him through a tough situation with a bad guy when he can’t figure it out himself
  • or when you do or say basically anything
  • study dates which usually end in your chemistry homework discarded and forgotten on the floor and his lips on yours
  • “hey (y/n/n), guess what?”
  • “what, spidey?”
  • “you gotta guess”
  • “hmm, you’re annoying?”
  • “wrong”
  • “actually, i’m right”
  • “actually, i love you”
First [12]

First

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~*~

“W-what?” Lara stuttered out a moan as his fingers found their way into her mound. She let her head fall backwards as he wiggled another finger in and then pulled it out.

Lucas smirked at her expression and rubbed the tip of his finger against her throbbing clȋt. “You belong to me now, little sister.”

“Mm,” she nodded, biting her bottom lip as he continued teasing her, “yours.”

“Now that you’re mine,” he whispered huskily, “you’re going to have to follow my rules.” Lara nodded, completely lost in her pleasure, “No one is going to touch you the way I touch you, understood?”

Her grip on his shoulder tightened as he slammed his fingers into her with every syllable of the sentence. “No one will touch what’s mine, do you understand, Lara?”

“Yes,” she moaned, “oh shit, yes.”

The sexual beast inside of him took complete control. He was no longer her brother; he was her sexual partner. “Yes, what?”

With each thrust of his fingers, Lara arched her back, unable to keep her pleasured moans hidden. “Oh god yes! I’m yours! No one will touch what’s yours!”

“Good,” he grinned, slowly rubbing her folds and then huskily whispered, “I don’t want anyone else to see this püssy either, do you understand me? This is mine and I get to do whatever the fuck I want with it, yes?”

“Mm,” Lara nodded quickly, gasping as her orgasm came closer. “Whatever…you…want.”

“That’s nice,” he whispered, rubbing her clȋt faster, “does this feel good?” She nodded unable to actually speak to him and he chuckled, “Now that you’re mine,” he sucked her hard nub into his mouth, making Lara throw her head back as he licked at her breast, “you will not wear any underwear.”

Lara frowned, running her tongue over her bottom lip and groaned, “W-what? Why?”

He smirked, sliding his palm up and down her mound. “Easier access, Zee.”

“O-o-okay,” she shuddered against his arms and groaned quietly, “Luc, my legs hurt…I can’t keep—oh!”

She threw her head back and cried out as her climax arrived, taking complete control of her body as she shuddered in his arms. “Oh god, oh god,” Lara dug her nails in his strong shoulders and bucked her hips against his fingers quickly.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered and kissed her forehead, “I have to go to work in an hour, so I’m going to take a shower.”

Lara frowned. “You work? Since when?”

“Well,” he sat her down, admiring her voluptuous body, “Jackson talked to his boss and I have an interview today. Then we’re going out to watch a fight at his house, so I’ll most likely get home late tonight.”

“That’s fine,” she closed her eyes, trying to come off her sexual high and ran her fingers through her blonde hair, “damn, Luc; that took all of me.”

Lucas chuckled, his sexual beast long gone and he knelt down to help her up. He carried her bride-style up the stairs and left her on her bed, kissing her forehead before going to shower.

Lara closed her eyes, a smile forming on her lips as she realized that her dreams were finally coming true. Her brother was slowly adjusting to the idea of making her his bȋtch. No longer did he see her like a little girl, now she was his lover and she loved every moment of it.

Her phone vibrated on her stomach and she groaned; he had honestly taken most of her energy and she didn’t mind it one bit, but she felt too weak to even answer the phone. It was a call from her best friend: Adrianne.

“Hello?” she yawned into the phone.

“Baby!” Adrianne squealed on the other line, making Lara grin, “How are you?”

“I’m good; just lying down on my bed. You?”

“Just got home. I’m in New York for a couple of days! Can we meet up today?”

Lara bit her bottom lip, as much as she loved her best friend; she didn’t exactly want to leave the house. “Dree, I don’t want to go out today.”

“Fine,” Adrianne huffed, “can I go over to yours, then?”

“Sure,” she shrugged, even though she obviously couldn’t see her, “I don’t mind. Lucas is going out with his friends tonight so we’ll have the house all to ourselves.”

“Ooh,” Adrianne cooed, giggling, “I know what I’m bringing over tonight then! Do you still like Dracula’s wine?”

She laughed, “Hell yeah I do!”

“Awesome! Then I’m bringing that over along with some movies.”

Translation: they were going to be watching pörn. Since they became close friends, they loved watching erotica. They never did anything, just watch it and drink a little, but it was their favourite pastime.

“I’ll be here,” Lara laughed, “okay, bye Dree, I’m really tired. Call me whenever you’ll come, alright?”

“Will do, honey. Bye!” She ended the call.

~*~

Adrianne called around three to tell her that she was going to be at her house at seven. By that time, Lara was watching sappy chick flicks because her brother wasn’t there to keep her company.

Although, she usually would spend most of her time doing something sexual, their morning was amazing enough to surprisingly satisfy her. She hadn’t thought about sex the entire time.

Afore leaving, Lucas gave her a soft kiss and then smirked her way before whispering: “Remember, Zee; no panties.” And then closed the door, leaving her alone with red cheeks.

She could not believe how things were turning out in her favour; it was grandiose. Her sexy step-brother, whom she had been fantasizing about for a long time, was finally going to be her first!

The realization made her giddy.

The time surprisingly went by quickly and before she knew it, her best friend was waltzing in her house like she had lived there her entire life. They hugged tightly, squealing about how much they missed each other tried to catch up on each other’s life.

Adrianne was a gorgeous dark haired American beauty. She was literally stunning and if Lara hadn’t been equally beautiful, she might’ve been jealous. Adrianne had bright green eyes that seemed to hypnotize guys and a body worth starting wars over.

She could’ve been a model if she so desired, but she chose to be a nurse. It was strange for people that didn’t know her. She could’ve been a movie star, yet she chose to help others; it was one of her many admirable qualities.

Out of all of her qualities, her best was persuasion. Adrianne made her spill the beans. Lara told her all about her conquest to get her step-brother to use her body in the most sinful ways. And she made sure to know every detail.

Lara had to even describe Lucas’ body—every single part as if she were filing a report to the police.

By the time they caught up, it was already ten and they were ready to watch their movies. Adrianne always chose them and that night she chose a threesome for them to watch.

Two girls and a guy. The girls were fairly attractive and the guy was alright-looking, but the girls seemed to be more into each other than their opposite sex.

They were both sitting on the floor, with their backs leaning on the end of the bed. The lights were off; giving the room a bit of intimacy and the light from the TV was dim as to not blind them.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Adrianne asked quietly, taking a sip of their sweet wine.

Lara shook her head, rolling her eyes as the man tried to talk dirty to the girls. For some reason, Lara only found it attractive when Lucas spoke naughty; no other guy could top the way he spoke. It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted and needed to hear.

Adrianne smiled down at her, her soft lips pulling up in a wicked grin. Lara gulped slowly, feeling completely out of her league. Part of her wanted to say no, but the other part; the part that needed sating urged her to let her friend keep going with her sexual advances.

“Come on, Lara,” she purred, “you honestly have never kissed a girl before?”

She shook her head, turning her head back to pay attention to the erotic movie and shrugged. “It’s never crossed my mind; I like guys.”

Adrianne rolled her eyes. “No shit, Sherlock; I like guys too. But…” she placed her hand on Lara’s soft thigh and softly said, “you’ve never thought about…you know? Experimenting?”

If this was how she made Lucas feel, she needed to apologize. Her cheeks were heated; feeling like they were going to melt off and the quick beats of her heart should’ve been unhealthy. “No, Dree, I’ve never thought about ‘experimenting,’” She gave her friend a friendly laugh, trying to avoid further sexual talk.

But Adrianne wasn’t satisfied with the answer. Maybe it was the bit of alcohol in her system, maybe it was the erotic film playing in front of them or maybe; just maybe she had gone to her house to look for this all along.

She crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes and said, “I call bullshit on that.”

Lara chuckled, shaking her head as she took another swig of the wine bottle next to her and said, “Dree, I honestly have never thought about kissing a girl. Yeah, I can say a girl’s attractive but I’ve never been sexually attracted to them. Now will you stop asking me and let me finish watching this damn pörn?!”

Adrianne laughed, settling next to her and nestled her head on her friend’s shoulder. “I’ve thought about it before,” she whispered quietly, playing with Lara’s soft fingers, “I mean, lesbian pörn turns me on the most. Besides, I bet it’s like kissing a guy. My friend said it’s even better, but I don’t have the guts to go up to a girl and ask her to kiss me.”

Lara stayed silent. She had honestly never thought about it, but the further Adrianne pressed, the more she found her curiosity sparking. What if kissing a girl was as soft as people said? Lesbian pörn was nice to watch, especially the way they did oral sex

A couple of minutes later, the erotic scene ended. Adrianne felt her püssy drenched, but it wasn’t from watching the film. It was from thinking of her best friend’s mouth on hers. She always thought Lara was gorgeous, but seeing her so close to her, with her hands softly caressing her breasts, was such a turn on to Adrianne.

Of course, Lara was completely oblivious; she was too busy thinking of Lucas’ return. She wanted him to please her for all the time he had been gone. Her naked püssy called for attention and after watching the erotic films, not only was her püssy begging to be touched, but it was dripping wet.

“Lara?” Adrianne whispered, turning the TV off.

“Mm?” she responded after taking another swig of alcohol.

Adrianne cleared her throat, sitting in front of her and whispered, “Do you think that I could…you know? Try it with you?”

Her blue eyes slowly widened in confusion. “Try what with me?”

“You know?” Adrianne smiled, shyly, “Kiss you.”

“Like on my mouth?” Lara blurted out, feeling awkward as all hell.

She nodded, watching her best friend with dark eyes. The lights were off and now that the TV was off, she could only see her silhouette thanks to the light coming from the moonlight. It only made the scene more appealing than ever before and Adrianne couldn’t help herself.

“I don’t know, Dree,” she whispered uncomfortably, yet her püssy hummed in anticipation, “won’t that like…what if we don’t like it? Won’t that mess up our friendship?”

Adrianne laughed, her silky brown hair falling behind her shoulders. “Of course not, silly! It’ll be like…you’re helping me with something. I want to try it out and you’ll help me. I don’t trust anyone else; I feel like they’ll just laugh. But you’re my closest friend; I can trust you.”

After seconds of consideration, Lara sighed, caving in. “Fine…”

“Yay,” she giggled, sitting forward. Adrianne placed both of her hands against the bed on either side of Lara’s face, and took a deep breath as she leaned into her best friend.

Lara gulped, staring intently as Adrianne closed her glistening green eyes and inched closer to her face. She kept her eyes open, watching her every move until they began to cross. The kiss was a featherlike touch; simple and sweet.

But Adrianne wanted more.

She slowly opened her mouth, taking Lara’s bottom lip into hers and swiped her tongue across it softly. Lara’s eyes snapped open, staring at her best friend in disbelief as she continued to urge forward and found herself giving in.

Lara parted her mouth, allowing Adrianne to suck on her tongue sensually and kiss her sweetly. The kisses were nothing compared to what Lucas did to her, but it was still pretty damned amazing.

Adrianne shifted, moving so that Lara’s legs were in between hers and she pulled her closer, entwining her fingers in her soft blond hair. She tugged on her lip, eliciting a moan from Lara and slowly moved her hands up to her breasts.

The sudden touch made Lara pull away abruptly. She was flushed with embarrassment and excitement, but she tried to control her breathing and whispered, “I thought you just wanted to kiss me.”

“I did,” Adrianne admitted sheepishly, “but…I don’t know! It just,” she ran her fingers through her hair, still sitting above Lara and eyed her red lips, “I’m just so damn horny and you smell so good.”

Lara blinked slowly, trying to wrap her mind around everything that was happening and whispered, “But…we like guys.” She sounded like she was trying to convince her to stop making moves on her, but her eyes told a different story.

They both wanted release.

“Babe,” Adrianne ran her fingers down Lara’s face gently, tucking back a strand of blonde hair, “we’re best friends; we help each other. There are no guys here and I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell can’t wait for some dumbass to get here and fuck me senseless.”

Slowly, Lara nodded, liking the idea more and more. The reality of the situation was that her head was clouded with alcohol and the lust was driving her mad. Whatever they did would stay behind closed doors, no one needed to know what they were going to do.

“W-what,” she stuttered and blushed embarrassingly, “what do we do?”

Dree shrugged, “I don’t know,” she let out a giggle, “what those girls do in pörn.” She scooted closer, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth and began brushing her lips down her collarbone, “I can…kiss you,” she began running her fingers down her thighs, “touch you,” Adrianne suckled gently on her neck, “Whatever I’ll do to you; you can be guaranteed that it’ll feel good.”

“Okay,” Lara nodded, “what do I do to you?”

She shook her head in response, her voice deepening with desire. “Nothing; just letting me touch you is enough. I promise.”

Lara nodded again, taking a deep breath and closed her eyes as Adrianne leaned forward and kissed her again. Their hearts thudded quickly as their kiss deepened. Adrianne tilted her head, biting Lara’s lips teasingly as her hand lowered to her treasure.

She widened her eyes slightly, as her fingers came into contact with Lara’s bare püssy. Then a devious smirk grew on her lips and she pulled away from her lips, to kiss her jawline. “Mm,” her sultry voice whispered, “someone’s eager; why don’t you have any panties on, honey?”

Lara gasped at the electric sensation that buzzed throughout her once Adrianne parted her püssy lips and breathlessly said, “Lucas…he said…not to wear…oh…them.”

Adrianne’s grin widened as she suckled on her friend’s earlobe, rubbing her slȋt a bit faster. “Oh what a naughty little boy he is…and you too, baby. Walking around the house with no underwear; going all commando.”

She nodded, closing her eyes as Adrianne soaked her index finger with her juices, just teasing. “But you know what turns me on the most?”

“W-what?” Lara gasped.

Slowly, Adrianne slid her finger inside her heat, earning quick moans and whispered, “That you actually listened; you submitted to him. That is so hot, baby. God, the way you described his cȯck earlier got me all wet. Can you imagine how good it would feel, if instead of my fingers inside your tight little püssy, you had Lucas’ fat big cȯck?”

“Shit,” Lara moaned, arching her back away from the end of the bed and widened her legs. “Goddamn, how I want him.”

She stopped pumping her fingers once she felt Lara’s hymen; she didn’t want her fingers to be the cause of her lost virginity. That was strictly for Lucas and Adrianne knew how important that was for Lara.

“I know, baby,” Adrianne whispered quickening her handy work, “I know how much you want him. I can feel it; your püssy’s so wet. I’m actually surprised you haven’t cummed.”

“Mm,” was Lara’s groaned reply. She somehow managed to slip her oversized t-shirt off and arched her back closer to the girl.

“Lara?” She whispered softly, her lips brushing against her earlobe. “Can I taste it? Can I taste your tight little püssy?” Lara widened her eyes unable to respond and Adrianne kept speaking as if she were in a trance, “It’s just so wet and it smells so good; I’ve never tasted one either. So will you let me?”

With every plead, Adrianne hardened her touch on Lara’s clȋt, making sure to get her point across. “Will you let me shove my tongue deep inside you and suck your püssy dry?”

“Yes,” Lara moaned, “oh shit; go ahead, Dree, you can eat me out.”

“Mm,” Adrianne smiled sexually, “just what I wanted to hear.” She bowed, taking Lara’s hard nipples in her mouth and stimulated them each until they were hard enough to burst. She kept rubbing her fingers in Lara’s wet cünt as she lowered her mouth closer to her treasure.

Lara’s body ached with hunger; she needed Adrianne’s mouth against her cünt and she needed them soon. Otherwise she was going to die from all of the lust going through her. It surprised her how shy Adrianne had started and now she was smirking down at her bare püssy lips.

“They’re so soft,” she murmured, “and you have no hair. I love looking at shaved püssies and yours is the best, baby.”

A nervous giggle escaped Lara’s lips as Adrianne propped herself on her elbows and slowly parted her slȋt apart. She breathed in deeply, the air tickling Lara as it escaped her body and she mumbled, “Goddamn, you smell so good; like pineapples and wine.”

Lara looked down, biting her bottom lip as Adrianne gazed at her treasure hungrily and then gasped as she rubbed her nose along, simply savouring her scent.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

Adrianne smirked, “Yeah,” Lara nodded in response, unable to speak. “Well,” she grinned deviously leaning in closer to her püssy, “imagine how good you’ll feel when I lick you clean.”

“Oh god, Dree; stop talking and actually do it!”

At her desperation, Adrianne giggled and finally caved in. She darted her tongue out and licked her slȋt all the way up to her clȋt. Lara gasped, widening her legs and squeezed her breasts.

Adrianne suckled her püssy hungrily, feeling unbelievably voracious for her best friend’s cünt. She couldn’t believe how one moment they were talking about how good it must’ve felt to feel Lucas’ cȯck , to the next sucking her friend’s mound.

“Shit,” Lara moaned, bucking her hips slowly as Adrianne slowly teased her cünt, sucking on her püssy lips as she avoided her clȋt at all cost. “Damn, fuck, that feels so fucking good, Dree; we should’ve done this a long time ago—oh!”

Adrianne chuckled lowly, enjoying her friend’s reaction as she began to suckle her little clȋt into her mouth. It slowly grew, getting harder with all the stimulation it received and Lara cried out, biting down unto her finger.

She looked up at her friend, smiling as she drank her püssy juices as if they were water and then moaned at the expression on Lara’s face. “Damn, baby,” she breathed, making Lara moan at the cold gush of air on her exposed heat, “you look so hot doing that.”

Lara gave a small giggle, quickly moaning once Adrianne continued her assault on her lower lips and ran her fingers through her hair, arching her back in pleasure. “Damn, Dree I wish you had a cȯck so you could fuck me right now.”

“Mm,” Adrianne grinned, grazing her teeth on her folds, “I’d fuck you so hard.”

“A cȯck like Lucas’; so big and meaty. Ugh, I want him to fuck me so hard, I want him to take all of me,” she gasped as if in a trance.

Adrianne slipped her finger in Lara’s cünt, grinning up at her and whispered, “You’re so naughty; Lucas will have to punish you tomorrow. Look at me, baby.” Lara tried looking down, but the pleasure was overbearing, making it hard to abide to her request.

“Tell me what I’m doing,” Adrianne whispered huskily.

Lara gasped; groaning once Adrianne slid her tongue as far as her püssy would let her. “Y-you’re fucking…my p-püssy with your…tongue.”

“Yeah,” Adrianne nodded, bobbing her head up and down as she slid her flat tongue on her entire mound, “and what am I?” Lara frowned. “Like what’s my gender?”

She didn’t understand what she was trying to get at, but she still tried to answer her. “Y-you’re a girl…”

Again, Adrianne nodded, practically making out with her püssy and then whispered, “A girl’s eating your püssy, baby. How do you feel? Do you like it? Do you like me sucking on your tightly little püssy?”

“Mm,” Lara nodded, the familiar clenching in her stomach made her gasp and blurt out words that held no meaning to her emotionally, “I love that you’re sucking my tight little püssy; it feels so good.”

“You’re so bad,” she giggled, pressing a soft kiss to her slȋt and then suckled on it hungrily once Lara’s climax began to break through. It felt like electricity was rushing all throughout her body; she couldn’t stop it. It was glorious.

She came loud and hard, panting for air as sweat dripped down her face and moaned, shoving Adrianne’s face into her cünt to prolong the amazing feeling.

Both of them so into their sexual desires, that they didn’t notice their one-man audience; Lucas.

He had been standing there long enough to hear his step-sister cry out how she liked what her friend was doing and the anger coursing through his body was wild. He was jealous as all hell; that treasure was his.

Lucas clenched his jaw, along with his fists at the sight before him. Most males would’ve been thrilled about having two gorgeous girls touching each other; but he wasn’t most males. Lara was his—and he was not fond of anyone touching what was his.

~*~

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To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!

A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.

Yoosung:

-       He was already running late. This was not the first impression he wanted to give to everyone! He was in University! He was intelligent! He knew how to set a simple alarm!

-       … in theory yes, in practise… not so much… hence the lateness…

-       It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember which lecture theatre he was meant to be in- which meant he had to stop and scan for his name at each door on the floor… four down three to go…

-       Kim Yoosung… Kim Yoosung… Kim… nope not that room!

-       When he got to the final room (because of course it had to be the final room) he managed to find his name… but his eyes were mysteriously drawn to another name, his mouth wrapping itself around the syllables before he knew what he was doing…

-       “M… MC?”

-       His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, his knees went wobbly and his head felt light and fuzzy, yet so damn clear at the same time. Yoosung stilled himself, bracing his arms against the doorframe to insure he wouldn’t fall flat on his face.

-       What was happening to him?

-       He had never felt this way before- was he coming down with something? He touched the back of his hand against his forehead and sure enough he was warm and sweaty.

-       Though, granted, it could have been because he had been running for the last fifteen minutes and trying not to burst out crying because he was going to be late- not because he was sick and dying.

-       His stomach fluttered and his mouth ran dry… no, he must be getting sick. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that pizza that was left over… from three days ago. He really needed to start cooking more.

-       Yoosung clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deeply, he could get through this. It was only one hour. He could do this.

-       Opening the door, the newly blonde haired student waltzed into the theatre only to have the entire room turn to face him.

-       Great. He must have been later than he thought he was.

-       Only to have them all shrug and continue on with their conversations.

-       Yoosung turned to his left to where their professor was meant to be standing, only to see it empty- the teacher was late? He wasn’t the last one to class? Finally! He managed to catch a break!

-       Running a hand through his sweat soaked hair and laughing as he wiped his palm on his jeans, Yoosung shook his head at how stupid he was to worry so much… besides, chiding himself made it easier to forget the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins.

-       It wasn’t a bad sensation, just… different. Good. Like little bubbles of pure emotion streaming through his blood. Why he felt happy and excited and nervous all at the same time…  he didn’t know. Weirdest case of food poisoning he ever had that was for sure-

-       He began to scan the rows of seats for the easiest spot to slip into and found one close to the middle just on the aisle without anyone sitting in between him and the girl on the other side, the really pretty girl laughing with her friends…

-       Yoosung pressed his blunt nails into the flesh of his palm to wake himself up from his unintentional staring. He took in a bolstering breath and psyched himself up just so he could sit down, it’s not like the cute girl had noticed him or his existence or anything. It would be fine.

-       Edging into the chair and adjusting the fold up side table he began to unpack his books and pens, only for his latest guide for LOLOL to slip out from between his textbooks.

-       The girl next to him caught sight of the bright colours from the side of her eye and turned around, her eyes focused on the cover of the magazine before they shot up to look him in the eye.

-       She was stunning. And she looked disgusted with him.

-       “Tsk, another one of those computer geeks who do nothing but sit in their dark little apartments and fall in love with fictional characters,” she sneered as her friends cackled behind her… clearly none of them had grown up any since graduating from high school. Yoosung sighed and was about to shyly excuse himself when-

-       Yeah, that’s right! We sit in our apartments and fall in love with fictional characters who still have far more depth and strength of character in one pixel than you could ever have in your entire being… Girl- did you regress into your 7th grade form over the holidays after graduating- it’s cool if you did, I’d like to study you for my psychology lab- I’ll entitle it, ‘Dumb bitch, scared and out of her league, forgets how to act like a decent human being.’ Know what? Just leave- you’re not appreciated here- we wouldn’t want to infect you with our geekiness.”

-       Yoosung turned around to see a girl with big earphones and an even bigger hoodie sitting forward giving the first (not so cute anymore) girl the most menacing glare he had ever seen, bar the ones his mother wielded.

-       The group of girls huffed and tried to retort under their breaths before packing up and moving rows.

-       Headphones girl clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she made up her mind; she slung her cross-body bag over her shoulder as she clambered over the seats to sit next to Yoosung. The girl slightly winded from her almost-argument and her repositioning, offered the blonde boy a crooked grin- one he returned without hesitation.

-       “So… LOLOL boy- you gonna let me look at that guide? I was meaning to pick one up today after class but since you have one right here…” she eluded as she quirked one eyebrow up to test if he caught her drift. He did. He handed her the guide.

-       “H-hey… thanks for before… I didn’t know what I should say, if I should say anything at all-”

“No sweat LOLOL boy-”

“Hahah are you going to call me that forever?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

-       The girl eyed him critically from behind the pages of the guide.

“Pretty much, yes.”

Yoosung chuckled as he twirled his pen through the tips of his fingers, happy to feel the earlier wash of illness and emotion wane into nothing but a sense of peace and calm.

“Well, can I at least have a name to call you? Butt-Kicking Classmate is kind of a mouthful.”

“And yet so apt-”

“Yes I understand this but-”

-       “MC. My name is MC.”

The waning was nothing but the calm before the storm, the eye of the tornado- and Yoosung was the poor cow stuck up 1000 feet in the air and she… she was the tornado. The boy sat back as he burnt up, his cheeks flaring as he bit his lip to not shout out from the sheer heat that he endured. Why did this happen every time he heard her name? Or said her name? Or even thought of her name? It was infuriating!

“What should I call you if not LOL-”

“Yoosung. Kim… Kim Yoosung.”

-       He had heard a soft gasp from behind the pages of the guide and he didn’t miss the way her hands trembled, or how wide her eyes had become. Slowly but steadily, MC drew the magazine down past her chin until her entire face was visible to him… that fluttering in his stomach, that fuzzy but clear feeling- it all came rushing back one hundred-fold.

-       “Yoosung… Kim… you say?” she asked, her once confident voice all but whispered.

-       He had never heard his name sound so beautiful.

-       “Yes, Yoosung Kim…” he confirmed with the smallest of nods of his head, watching as she swallowed some saliva and captivated in the way her throat moved as she did so. He was entranced by the way her mouth seemed to want to do a thousand different things, smile, talk, laugh, scream… so damn expressive.

-       MC clicked her tongue once more as she was wont to do when she made an important decision and put the guide back down on his desk before leaning forward, completely invading his personal space. Not that he was complaining. In fact… she could invade it more. It didn’t seem close enough.

-       “Yoosung Kim… I’ve been looking for you, for a long time,” she smiled, her warm hand resting atop his, a flash of electricity passing through their touch.

“You have? Why? I’m just me, little old Yoosung…”

-       She threw her head back and laughed and to him it sounded like bells chiming.

-       “Yes, you are little old Yoosung, but from today - you are my little old Yoosung…” she pointed out as her pointer finger booped him firmly on the tip of his nose.

“Well if I’m yours, th-then you’re mine!” he answered his chest puffing out slightly- why had he said that? When did he become so damn brazen? Was he going crazy?

“Hahaha, duh! If you’re my Soulmate then I’m your Soulmate- so of course I’m yours!”

“….. Soul… soul what?”

-       His parents had never told him anything about Soulmates, didn’t prepare him for what was to come. He was hit by a truck and completely floored.

-       The truck was named MC. He didn’t want to get up.

-       “Care to explain?”

-       MC stared at him completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape and her eyes even wider than before. She inhaled and nodded, resigning herself to the fact that the love of her life was completely innocent and that she did indeed have to teach him everything.

-       It was going to be so much fun.

-       “You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-”

“MC I KNOW ABOUT SEX I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOULMATES!” he hissed loud enough for the two rows surrounding them to snigger at.

“Sex? Who said anything about sex? Geez, I say soulmate and you’re already trying to get into my pants-”

“MC!” he whined, his amethyst eyes large and pleading. Of course, she acquiesced.

-       “Forever Yoosung. It means that you and me, until death do us part, no matter what… it’s me and you.”

-       He took a moment to process this, that he had literally no choice in who he fell in love with- that fate intervened and made sure that he had someone to love and someone to love him in return for the rest of his life… it was just so much to take in…

-       MC entwined her fingers with his when she noticed what she assumed was struggle painted on his face. This, he was going to have this, forever.

-       It didn’t matter that he had just met the girl, that he knew nothing about her- his body knew before he did.
He already loved her.

-       He smiled and squeezed her hand back.

-       “Okay… I think I’m okay with that.”



Zen:

-       His first motion picture…

-       He was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that his agent had managed to get him this part! It was meant for a more well-known leading man and an unknown actress but they had fallen in love with how well he had read for the part and how well his headshots looked against the actress’s.  

-       He hadn’t been told who they had chosen, it wasn’t like it really mattered at the end of the day- the girl was an unknown, fresh faced and new in the show business role. She had never acted a day in her life but the casting director had seen her on the street and she had just the aesthetic he was after- it was just pure dumb luck that she was natural at acting.

-       He had planned to talk to her at the read through but she had lost her voice and couldn’t attend… it wasn’t until they were both there for the first physical run through of the scenes that they actually met…

-       “Oh hi! You must be-”

“Yeah! You’re the actress playing MC right?-”

-       He didn’t get to finish his sentence, nor did she.

-       She was whisked off to fit some costumes and he… he couldn’t breathe.

-       The moment he said MC, his lips started to tingle and an odd buzzing sound rang in his ears. His cheeks felt flushed and his heart beat raced. He couldn’t understand… he had said that name more than a thousand times whilst reading the script, not once did he ever feel that way. It must have been her. Seeing her and her face must have just solidified his character’s feelings inside him of course. That must be what it was.

-       When she finally returned and they shook hands he could have sworn that he felt his own heartbeat beating in time with hers, palm to palm, one solid beat.

-       Damn it he needed to focus and not get too lost into the character… his character was the love-sick fool not him! He was a professional! He had only met this girl! He-he

-       … she had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

-       FOCUS!

-       He had to thank whatever it was running through his system because he had never felt more “on” than at that moment. Every line he delivered to her felt authentic and organic, like he truly meant it. Looking around it was obvious that everyone else on set agreed, absolutely transfixed on the couple centre stage.

-       He could feel every word she was saying to him like it was scripture; that every word of love and devotion that she spoke had the power to let him walk on air… and god he really wanted to try.

-       …

-       He must have been a better actor than even he gave himself credit for, making himself believe that he was already half in love with the woman in front of him…

-       He didn’t even want to stop rehearsing until the Director had called out three times for them to finish up, he was just a ball of energy and wanted nothing more than to release that through this amazing acting he and this actress were performing, he didn’t want to lose momentum.

-       He didn’t want to lose what he was feeling…

-       “H-Hey! MC! Did you want to go and get some lunch with me?” he had asked before realising that he had called her by her character’s name. He felt the blood flood his cheeks as he forced himself not to slap himself or just die from embarrassment. He couldn’t be that far gone into this role to already be thinking of her as her character… this is how idiots fall in love with co-stars… “I’m so sorry, habit, I didn’t mean to call you MC-”

“And why not? It’s my name too,” she smiled as she rested her hand on his bicep, the muscle there twitching instinctively under her touch.

-       Shit.

-       Zen was no fool. He knew what this meant. He knew, deep down, that he wasn’t that good of an actor to fool himself- damn it- he was already half in love.

-       The only half evidently. She seemed completely unaffected… unless… had she said his name yet? No, she hadn’t. Only his character’s name!

-       “How silly of me! All this time I’ve never introduced myself properly! Hello MC, my name is Zen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed offering his hand out to her.  

-       Please

-       She smiled and took his hand and laughed as he flipped it over to kiss the back of hers.

-       “Oh! Hahah- wow! Um… yes, yes it’s lovely to meet you too Zen… Zen.”

-       He watched in rapt fascination as her fingers curled around his almost painfully, how her eyes widened and how her jaw fell and closed but fell back down- as if she were trying to desperately find the words… or simply remember how to talk.

-       “So… it’s true what they say…” he trailed off as he drew her closer with a simple tug of her hand still within his, “About when you meet your other half…”

Swallowing deeply and finally blinking her burning eyes MC shook her head and took a step back, though, she did not withdraw her hand.
“What do they say?” she asked her voice trembling as much as her body was.

“That when you finally say your Soulmate’s name- nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful. That nothing else tastes as nice as the name of your Soulmate on your tongue. That the mere thought of their name is enough to bring tears to your eyes…”

-       She stared at him completely astonished by the ardent proclamations of this- stranger-

-       “No one says that,” she whispered as she licked her lips subconsciously her eyes fixated on his, content on watching him worry at the plump flesh.

Not out loud…”

“They should… So- um… lunch?” she asked finally pulling away and bringing her hand to her chest, her other hand cradling it almost tenderly, her fingers tracing the still- warm parts of her skin that he had held.

-       They talked about anything that came to mind, their pasts, their dreams, their favourite food and their mutual aversion to cats. “A cat scratched my face when I was three and although I think they’re beautiful, I just… I just can’t.”

-       Soulmates were made to be a perfect fit after all…  

-       Once they got back on set the tension between the two was so thick it was practically humming- everyone could see that something had happened over lunch.

-       During a pivotal scene, where they were about to finally separate ways forever and part with a kiss…  

-       MC was looking at Zen, tears brimming in her eyes –geez what a talent- merely four lines away from their kiss and-

-       … and she dropped her script and crossed the stage to kiss him. Completely unscripted. Completely inappropriate.

-       It was perfect.

-       “-But Director, they’re not meant to kiss yet-”

“Shhh… she’s absolutely right! The character wouldn’t be able to wait, she wouldn’t want to waste a moment with talk when these two people are all about action! Have the scriptwriters add it right away-”

-       Zen smirked as they continued to share their first kiss with more than fifty random people around them. He didn’t care, the Director was right. They didn’t want to waste another moment- and suddenly- Zen didn’t mind being one of those idiot actors who fell in love with his co-star.

-       “Okay guys we get the point, we should probably move on… guys?… guys?!”



Jaehee:

-       It wasn’t particularly easy being kicked out by your Uncle and Aunt… she didn’t have anyone… and she didn’t want to touch what little was left of her inheritance from her parents so- she figured it would be better if she found a part time job.

-       That way her mind would be occupied at all times and she could indeed earn some money.

-       Besides… working with coffee wasn’t a bad thing. Being a barista wasn’t a bad thing, even if it did mean she was practically drooling at every order she made, she figured there would be worse cons to a job… like being a slave to a tyrant who overworked you and never appreciated you- she shuddered. She never wanted to end up like that!

-       It was a particularly busy day being the first weeks of winter, everyone would run in just wanting a cup of something warm to hold to help them heat up against the chill in the air, the poor brunette was already run off her feet. She was barely even looking at the customers in the eyes as she pushed their orders across the counter.

-       Wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm, Jaehee took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Soon. Her own break would be soon. Just the next order to do and she would be free for 30 glorious minutes.

-       Pulling the last ticket off the machine so she could read her colleague’s sloppy writing a little easier, she memorised the order and proceeded to make it perfectly. Pouring it out into the large cup Jaehee took the receipt again to make sure she got the customer’s name right- MC…

-       She nearly spilt the drink all over herself.

-       That name. She’d seen it a thousand times before. Written it a thousand times before.

-       But this time- this person’s name… it made her heart skip a beat. It made her heart feel full and happier than it had for the longest time. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. It made her think of a home, a real one with her and this MC.

-       All from a name.

-       Jaehee finished writing the name down on the cup neatly and carefully put the pen down. She licked her lips and inhaled and called out in a voice she hoped didn’t shake too much, “MC?!”

-       “Oh here!?”

-       Jaehee looked up to see an angel in a trench coat and beanie. Her skin kissed with cold, nose and cheeks rosy and eyes bright. Such beauty right in front of her.

“Um… may I please have my order um… Jae-Jaehee?”

-       The two women looked at each other from either side of the counter, the noise and hustle and bustle of the small coffee shop completely going unnoticed by them.

-       Jaehee pushed the cup to the middle of the bench only to be met in the middle by MC’s hand, her gloved fingers wrapping themselves around her quivering digits.

-       “I… this is…” she stammered unable to look away from the other woman’s eyes, her own honeyed irises large with disbelief.

-       She couldn’t be that lucky… to meet them… to meet her so early in life…

-       “It is,” MC answered her pink cheeks turning red as her lips curled into a stunning smile.

-       “B-but I don’t believe in-”

“I’m standing right here.”

“Nothing good ever happens to me-”

“Right in front of you.”

“I have a break now-”

“Let’s have a coffee.”

-       For the first time since she started working there, Jaehee took her break front of house… with a customer no less… and no one batted an eye when 30 minutes turned to an hour. Then an hour into an hour and a half- the girl had never smiled like she did right then; who were they to take that away from her?

-       They did however yell at her when she accidentally kept writing and calling out MC’s name for every order for the next day.




Jumin:

-       Soulmates? Preposterous. His father had spent his entire adult life looking for his soulmate, convinced that every pretty woman who batted their eyelashes at him and feigned to feel a strong connection to him (his money) was the one. This obsession with finding his Soulmate leading their family to shame and their company to ruin.

-       Well. Not. Him.

-       He didn’t believe in such nonsense. Not once did he find a woman worth spending time with let alone believing them capable to be the other perfect half of your soul. That would be the day.

-       All throughout high school he had one vapid girl after another clawing at him to say their name, hoping that he would feel the twinge in his heart and for butterflies to zoom out of his butt or some ridiculous notion like that. By the first month of school he refused to call any girl by their name and insisted on labelling everyone “Hey you there” or “Female student in front of me.”  

-       By the time he entered university, word had gotten out that Jumin Han just hated the idea of anyone being in love- because who would so vehemently refuse to even try to find their Soulmate? Who would look down on others just for trying to find a little piece of happiness? He was just an angry, lonely man.

-       Not that they were entirely wrong on that assessment… but not entirely right either.

-       Though, he didn’t let something like public opinion of him falter his course or his ideas- Jumin never thought much of other people’s talking of subjects they had no idea about. He took great pleasure it picking apart their arguments and making them sound like fools.

-       Probably why he made such an excellent debater, Captain of the team in fact.

-       In his final year of University, they were finally pitted against their rival school; not once in all the years he had been on the team had he had the chance to face off with the national champions- he was always called off to sit in with his father’s meetings or off sick; but not this time. This time he would meet them, crush them and reclaim the title for his school.

-       He had tried every avenue to find out what they could about their new Captain but everyone was on lockdown, no one would talk and all means of electronically hacking their systems to find out who they were, were completely barred. He didn’t want to cheat, it would sully his victory- no he just wanted to be prepared. Know their history, their grades and whatnot- let it never be said that Jumin Han didn’t do his homework.

-       The day of the debate arrived and sure enough familiar faces lined the opposite team- except one. A pretty girl he supposed, hardly what he would call imposing with her sweet smile and her intermittent waves to the crowd in front of them. Hardly Captain material, he’d be surprised if she was first chair… but wait- what was she doing sitting in the Captain’s chair?

-       Good Lord.

-       This was going to be too easy.

-       Jumin barely heard the announcer listing off his teammates but he paused when he heard her name. It cut through him like a hot knife through butter, seared onto his brain.

-       MC.

-       He felt nauseous, a cold sweat forming on his upper lip as his steel grey eyes raked over her smaller form.

-       She looked just as shaken as he did; her hands ringing together ripping the tissues trapped between her fingers.

-       He thought he was going to faint- what was this feeling? He mouthed her name and the feeling of illness slipped away only to be replaced with a wash of warmth? A silly tingling in his blood that seemed to be singing her name in his ears. His mouth was dry and his throat on fire, his palms lined with a sheen of sweat and his heart beating in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t understand.

-       He watched as MC calmed herself all the while keeping her gaze focused on him, her cheeks burning up the longer she stared. She ran her tongue along her lower lip and he had never been so charmed by a muscle in his life.

-       Jumin she mouthed, maybe to him, maybe to herself- he didn’t know- what he did notice however was the way her hand clutched at her blazer just above where her heart would be. She didn’t look like she was in pain but she wasn’t exactly the same grinning woman he had seen moments earlier.

-       Indeed, it seemed that Jumin could barely tear his eyes off her, he couldn’t pay attention to his teammates, he couldn’t take notes- he could only focus on her. Just how far had he fallen? Over hearing a name and seeing a pretty face? Get it together Jumin!

-       Except he couldn’t. Every time he tried to rebut an argument he would instinctively look back at the opposite team and his eyes locked onto hers and he’d be lost. Each time he’d make any headway with his points he’d want to say her name instead, and of course, everything came out all tongue tied.

-       Thankfully for him, her performance wasn’t much better, she was a blushing mess but still- a coherent blushing mess.

-       Jumin’s university went home empty handed that year after all.

-       But not Jumin, not this time.

-       He wouldn’t lose twice in one day.

-       “Hello there, good performance today.”

“You too.”

“I’m Jumin Han-”

“I know. I’m MC-”

“I heard, yes.”

-       Her teammates were calling for her to hurry up and get on the bus and she was about to call back to them but was cut off by the suddenly confident opposing Captain, “Please go on ahead- I will take MC home.” They looked at her and she in turn looked up to him and shook her head at his cavalier and brash assumption. He was just lucky it was the correct one.

“It’s fine guys, you heard what Jumin said- he’s going to take me home.”

-       The silence in the auditorium was deafening. Jumin never spoke a girl’s first name and he certainly never let someone who just met him call him by his first name… unless…

-       Jumin fiddled with the cufflinks in his sleeves trying to buy time before he had to speak again. MC picked at imaginary lint at her skirt in hopes that the man would continue his initiative.

-       “I… I don’t know how any of this works… in fact until about an hour ago I was certain it was all a farce,” he admitted his eyes firmly fastened on her right shoulder, “but if… if it’s really what it seems like is it- what it feels like it is- I would like the chance to understand it all. Understand everything about you.”

-       MC smiled, even if she wasn’t his Soulmate, after that heartfelt speech, she would have bribed the stars themselves to realign just so she could be.

“I don’t know how this works either- my mother told me it might happen one day, to just pray it would just happen before I got married to someone else who I thought was my Soulmate… is it… I mean… you felt it too? When you heard my name?” she questioned her eyebrows arching up as high as they would go. “The pull? The need to keep saying my name over and over again? Tell me it just wasn’t me.”

-       Jumin’s lips quirked to the side in an amused smirk, this girl was adorable. She could have asked to have his heart out on a platter and he’d have freely offered it, but all she required was the confirmation of his budding feelings from him.

-       Just too easy.

-       “I did. I feel it now. I have no choice but to believe in all this-”

“Prove it.”

“Uh…how?”

“Scream my name out into the audience, let everyone hear it! Let everyone hear the name on the tip of your tongue, the name that your heart beats to now!” she goaded him, an excited grin on her face.

-       Jumin stared at her in shock- again another easy request… he didn’t care what people thought of him after all. Shrugging nonchalantly Jumin opened his mouth to swallow a gulp of air more than ready to scream out her name-

-       Only to have two delicate hands cover his mouth and a giggle that was not his own reverberating on his chest.

“Damn it! I didn’t think you’d actually do it! You’re crazy! I believe it, I believe you!” she guffawed, burying her face against him, her body heat and laughter seeping into him and offering a warmth that he had never felt before.

-       He liked it.

-       He wanted more.

-       “So… perhaps it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you out to dinner?” he asked looking down at the crown of her head.

“O-Of course not!”

“Tonight?”

-       The tentative slip of her hand in his was answer enough for him.



Saeyoung:

-       He was a good, diligent worker and that was all that mattered to the Agency.

-       He barely ate, he barely slept, barely did anything but exist and work.

-       The perfect agent.

-       Then they brought her in.

-       606.

-       Quiet and withdrawn but brilliant. She could code almost as well as he did and she could hack into places faster and without a trace better than him. She slept less than him. Ate less than him. Was less than him.

-       She wasn’t going to survive, she would burn out and become useless to the Agency and she would have to be disposed of.

-       … and even as far as he had come, as low as he had gone… that didn’t sit right with him. He chose this life, but someone that hollow did not. Someone that broken had been torn away from a good life, a happy life.

-       He imagined her having younger siblings who missed her, parents who searched the streets with her picture in hand begging for information, friends who no longer spoke to each other because the memory of her haunted them.

-       He wasn’t going to let the agency steal a life that didn’t belong to them.

-       It all started with innocent emails; just him asking how she was, sending her funny jokes or pictures, bantering and bitching about work in such a way that no one would be able to crack down on them for… make her smile. Make her strong. Don’t let her break.

-       606 soon became the life of the office… which didn’t say much because it was literally just him, her and Vanderwood in the small room. She was laughing and smiling and radiating joy- her work improved… the Agency was very happy.

-       707. Stay back tonight. Help me with an assignment?

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       That night when Vanderwood had finally gone past his threshold of exhaustion, the older man peeled himself off the chair and bid “the children” goodnight.

-       She kept typing, she kept on finishing her work for another 20 minutes as he sat there dumbfounded as to why she had asked him to stay back when all she was doing was literally more work. That was what tomorrow was for!

-       He was about to pack up and leave when she threw him a piece of paper.

I’m leaving. Tonight. Come with me.

-       He looked back up at her, there was nothing on her face to discern that she even sent him the message- or even blinked.

“So… you in?”

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       He nodded. She kept typing.

“Come and see me in my room then?”

-       Aahhh, so that’s how she was going to hide it- she was going to pretend they were going to sleep together. That was something he often found weird in the Agency- they didn’t care or discourage the formation of relationships between agents- probably believed if you got attached they could always use the partner as insurance or worse, incentive.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in there.”

-       When he arrived she was in full combat gear, she was ready to fight her way out if needed. They went over the plan over and over again, whispering directly into each other’s ears so that not even the bugs in their rooms could pick up what they were saying. Also with occasional moan or shudder it seemed like they were just making out.

-       Her room was just above the route the laundry trucks would ride out from and she had managed to make contact with one of her friends from the outside- come midnight she, they, would jump down and escape this hell hole. They only had one chance to do this- the other agents on duty would notice a paused truck and would respond immediately.

-       The clock ticked by and before they knew it, it was 11:59 and the faint rumble of an engine could be heard, the soft hiss of the brakes beneath her window.

-       “In case I die,” she uttered, her face stoic and unmoving, “I want you to know- my name, it’s not 606. They wanted me to forget but I will never forget. My name is MC.”

-       It was like a punch to his chest, the sound of her name. It ignited something in him that he never thought he would have the chance to feel, to experience. Not there. To find her there amongst all the sin and evil that they do, he knew how to spot a miracle when God sent one.

-       “You’re not going to die MC, I promise,” he replied as he held her to him in a bone crushing embrace, “I promise.”

“Your name, 707- if I die, I want to know your-”

“Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to die MC?” he chuckled as her helped out of the window, “I, Saeyoung Choi, promise you.”

-       The look on her face as she said his name would have been enough to take him to his grave. To see her face light up with joy and surprise as if someone had turned on a light inside of her, that would be one of his most treasured memories.

-       His sharp ears caught the sounds of rushed footsteps down the hall.

-       He pushed her roughly before she was ready and heard a loud snap of something when she fell onto the truck. MC was bowed forward, holding onto her right foot that had landed awkwardly and bent inwardly- her face contorted into silent screams.

-       Saeyoung made the sign of the cross as he backed away from the window to do a run up. God please- I just found her- don’t take her away from me.

-       He landed beside her, coiling his arms around her protectively as he laid her down to see the damage to her ankle- it was bad but nothing that some doctor couldn’t fix.

-       He beamed down at her, cupping her face tenderly…

-       As he tried desperately to ignore the barrage of agents chasing after the both of them.

-       Saeyoung gently caressed her features with his fingers, desperate to feel everything under his touch, etch it into his mind.

-       “You lie down here and keep safe okay? I’m going to go and hold them off-”

“No! You can’t do that! They’ll torture you to death!” she cried sitting up, screaming out in pain as she accidentally moved her foot. He shushed her, looking forward to see that they were nearly clear of the base… she was so close to being free.

“Shh, shhh- it’s okay MC. It’ll be okay. I promise,” he reassured her, his eyes crinkling so much that little droplets of tears dotted his auburn lashes.

“No it won’t be-”

“I’ll find you. I promise. I’ll find you.”

“Saeyoung!”

-       He jumped off the truck and refused to allow himself to look back at her- if he did, he would never be able to leave her side.

-       MC ignored the searing pain rushing up her leg to twist her body to watch her Soulmate’s noble sacrifice. One man, two, twelve men on him… he had no chance.

-       “Saeyoung!” she croaked, her voice stifled by her despair.

-       You promised…

-       707: WAIT

        Yoosung: Why?
       
        Zen:??

        707: Think someone entered the chat room;;

        Jumin: MC…?

-       Saeyoung smiled to himself as he traced the location and turned on the camera.

-       Promised I would find you.

 



Saeran:

-       He had been searching for months under her orders. Months and no one was right. He was about to give up hope, that he would have to send in one of their own to infiltrate the damned RFA… but then she appeared.

-       Like a gust of wind on a scorching day or the breath of air coursing through starved lungs- she blew into his life and turned it upside down.

-       He would follow her and watch her from afar. He would tap in and listen to her conversations- not because he was interested in what she was saying- he just wanted to hear her voice.

-       Her friend was laughing on the other line, “Oh… MC… you’re too much!”

-       Saeran fell to the floor, his knees smarting from the hard concrete. No- NO!

-       He crawled underneath his desk and curled up into a tight ball, his arms hugging his knees as he lightly rocked back and forth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, made him jittery and on edge. No- he was warned against this. Was told that if he ever felt this that it was wrong, that he should only love the Saviour and their cause. That the call of someone else was evil, that it was the work of the corrupted

-       But he was already corrupted, no matter how many times they drugged him and made him try to forget- he knew he was… but MC-

-       She was perfect, absolutely perfect.

-       Unfortunately, the Saviour agreed.

-       It was hard to have something of your own in Mint Eye, something private, something sacred.

-       He had to get her back.

-       They had sent her to infiltrate an organisation full of desperate and lonely people- the most kind and innocent person sent into a den of wolves to feast upon. He had to save her.

-       He was frantic, he sent her conflicting messages- wanting to scare her away from Mint Eye but wanting her to stay away from them- especially Saeyoung. If any of them saw even half of what he saw in her… they would steal her away.

-       Finally the Saviour said it was time to claim their prize back, that since he was so good he could take her for himself- keep her safe himself. He was so happy. But when he got to the apartment, as he scaled the building and broke through the window to reach her… she was not as happy to see him.

-       She was screaming. She was backing away from him. She was afraid.

-       He couldn’t think straight- this wasn’t right. She was supposed to be happy to see him, to come with him willingly. Wasn’t that what Soulmates were about? The moment he knew her name-

-       That was it… he knew her name but she didn’t know his… to her he was…

-       “I’m from Paradise. You don’t know this but you were invited too… I know it took some time for me to come for you… now let’s go together… you look scared, don’t be. I won’t hurt you… endless parties, overflowing love, joy without pain… I’ll save you… You invited someone? Maybe… Luciel Choi?”

“MC- Are you hurt?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“I… I don’t know who you are… but let go of her!”

-       No. Not Luciel. The actor. The pretty one. Of course she would fall for the pretty one.

-       “No.” She’s mine. She’s meant for me.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to use force to protect my girl.”

I don’t want to do this.
“You move a single inch, you see this switch here? I’ll press it.” I won’t.

“What do you want?!”

-       The truth then.

-       “To escape this place safely with the RFA planner… If you don’t want to activate the bomb you better stay still. Just watch as I take… “your girl” and disappear.”

-       The pain in his arm paled in comparison to the ache in his heart when she pulled away from him to run into the arms of another man. Away from him. Always away.

-       Never his.

-       Meant to be his.

-       “My name… My name was Saeran.”




V:

-       It was the school for the rich and gifted.

-       Some more rich and others more gifted.

-       Most loved it there. Some merely tolerated it.

-       One person hated it.

-       Brought in through a scholarship to show how the school was “giving back to the community”, bringing in the charity case and parade them around like their latest trophy.

-       Well this trophy didn’t like the case she was put in. She didn’t like the people who thought they could polish her up and make her shine to their standards. She didn’t like them at all.

-       Especially those that shone the brightest- it hurt to look at them, like the sun- blindingly beautiful but dangerous.

-       None shone more so than V.

-       Pfft.

-       Who the hell named their child V? What pretentious jackass does that?

-       Wasn’t it enough that he went strutting around with his best friend, waving and talking to the more common folk? Wasn’t it too much that he went around taking photos of people and landscapes and saying pompous things like “everything is beautiful and everything is art?” Wasn’t it over the top that he had the gall to act all sweet and kind and look like some sort of bronzed Greek God? WASN’T IT?!

-       MC breathed in trying to calm herself. For the better part of the last six months she had spent it running, hiding and keeping her distance from him. He seemed hell bent on seeking her out and trying to talk to her- well she wanted nothing from him! No help! No charity! No pity! Just to be left alone.

-       During a study period, she was cornered by none other than that trust fund kid’s best friend, super-mega trust fund kid the first, Jumin Han.

-       He chose the desk right next to hers although almost every other desk was available, which only meant he wanted to speak to her.

-       “Why do you hate V?” he asked so bluntly she was surprised by it. She sat up from her prone position laying along the desk and twisted slightly to face the man to her left. She propped her head on her hand and gave him a long, pointed stare.  

-       “I… I don’t know. I just do. From his perfect hair to his perfect persona to, god even his name pisses me off! V! There are just some people that you’re not meant to get along with and he and I are obviously not meant to be besties,” she huffed as she rested the front of her torso back down against the desk, resting her chin atop her crossed arms.

-       “I told him,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head ruefully, crossing his arms like a disappointed adult to a child… or small pet. “I told Jihyun that you were certifiable. Who hates someone just because of what they can see? Without even getting to know them?”

-       Her fingers dug into the worn wood of the table beneath her.

-       Jihyun… now that was… that was a name she liked. Her breath escaped her lungs as she whirled around so fast she almost lost balance on her seat. That name made her feel soft and fuzzy and loved- she had never even met him and she was already in love with him. Jihyun, a good and noble man who wanted nothing more than to love and care for the woman he loved and to be loved and cared for in return. A man who would make them such horrible breakfasts on Sunday when they were married that they would inevitably go out and eat at a restaurant- yet he never stopped trying. Because he loved her and one day he wanted to get it right. A man who would stay in and read the paper to her as she lay in between his legs and slept on his chest- he wouldn’t even move at all for fear she’d wake or be disturbed.

-       She loved that name.

-       Her heart beat faster and suddenly she couldn’t control her extremities, her legs were bouncing up and down in excitement and her hands unsure of where to place themselves, every place awkward compared to the thought of her hands being linked with his. It didn’t feel right- to be on her own, not now she knew his name.

-       “Who?” she meekly asked the ebony haired prince next to her. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his blazer sleeve, pulling at the strand until it came out completely. “Jumin- who?” she repeated hoping that her insistence would be enough to show him how important it was for her to know who this man was.

-       He gave her a perplexed look, thoughtful eyes glided over her form as if he were trying to ascertain whether she was joking or not. His eyes widened and his mouth pressed into a thin line when he quickly realised that she wasn’t asking in jest, she was completely serious.

“Jihyun… Jihyun Kim is V’s real name. The man you so ardently hated?” he answered, his mouth twitching up into a wry smile.

-       Damn it.

-       MC violently pushed herself back from the desk with both hands before she started running to the last place she had seen V- Jihyun. He was entering the dark room just as she was heading to the study hall. The light was on meaning he was developing something… she should be patient…

-       … but all those months… all those wasted months- how could he forgive her? She didn’t know but she had to try!

-       The light flicked off and she knocked, waiting for him to call out that it was okay and that she could come it. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind her.

-       Less than five steps away was Jihyun, pulling down some developed photos.

-       He was right. Everything was beautiful. Everything was art.

-       He was art.

-       And she was just some dumb pedestrian trying to look at the piece and critique it without having all the history and facts behind it, not knowing the mastery it took to create it. The love that went into it. Fool.

-       He turned to her and she swore that the blue of his eyes was just that little bit bluer, the tone of his hair that much deeper and his lips, full and perfect and so ready for her to kiss she couldn’t believe there was ever a time she wanted to slap his smile off. Now she’d do anything to keep it there forever.

-       What’s in a name? Everything. What did Shakespeare know?

-       “I… I’m so sorry,” she cried, prostrating herself in a deep bow.

-       Startled, V set aside his print and pulled the bowing woman up and forced her to look at him.

“What for? I’m not aware of anything you’ve done that would warrant an apology,” he replied good naturedly, his kind smile warming her to her bones.

“I have been terrible to you and only because… for some unknown reason- I couldn’t stand your name. What it stood for, what you seemingly stood for,” she confessed, her cheeks burning under the harsh lights.

-       V reached behind her and turned on the dark room red lights once again- to save her from embarrassment.

-       “I know- it’s okay MC, you don’t have to explain. I know my name is the problem,” he admitted with a careless shrug. MC gawked at him, how could he know? How could he possibly know?! “I’ve known since the first day when I felt the bond but you did nothing but run away from me- I knew that my name was faulty and that although you may be my Soulmate- that I simply was not yours.”

-       All this time, he thought he was the problem. That she didn’t love him because his name was faulty, that he was faulty.

-       Her heart shattered and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She almost ruined this man, she continued to pile hurt upon hurt on him and now there she was telling her how much she loved him… well… that was what she wanted to do, whether or not she could do it not was the other question.

-       “No… I… I was just stupid. I thought your name was V, not Jihyun. There was nothing wrong with your name- there is nothing wrong with you. I… just, wanted to let you know that. You’re amazing. You’re perfect and I want to get to know you, just as you are.”

-       Even in the dark, the brightness from his smile could be seen.

-       “You do?” the hope in his voice evident, taking the first steps to close the gap between them.

“I do. I want the chance to know the real Jihyun,” she beamed.

“I would love nothing more than that, MC,” he replied, encircling his arms around her body.

-       Well what do you know, they were a perfect fit.

Coach

Summary: He always knew Dicky was different. Not bad different, just not like the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. A glimpse into the relationship of Coach and Bitty, and how Coach comes to terms with it all.  Also on AO3

Originally posted by harrimaniac27

“So, Dicky. Do you want to watch a movie?”

Coach was happy to have Dicky at home. His visits had become far and few between, a rare thing, ever since… well, recently. Suzanne was out with her bowling league, so it was just the two of them for the evening.

“Sure, Coach. What do you wanna see? I think Predator is about to start,” Bitty replied as he grabbed a bag of Brother Kane potato chips from the kitchen and settled into the couch.

He then took the remote and was browsing through the channel guide.

“Also Rocky III is on, uh… Casino. What else…”

Coach watched his son and smiled listening to the movie choices being offered to him.

He always knew Dicky was different.

Not bad different, just not like the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. When he was younger and the other coaches had their boys in pee wee leagues (already drilling the eye on the prize mentality into their heads: “One day you’ll be the star quarterback, son!”) he would look at Dicky and sigh knowing that wouldn’t be his son’s fate.

And he made peace with it, for Dicky was always kind, always helpful, always wore a smile on his face and a smudge of flour on his cheek.

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Uptown Girl [5]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: first of all, i want to say thank you to everyone who’s read uptown girl!! i cannot thank you enough for all your kind words <3 second, i lied lmao there’s gonna be one FINAL chapter after this one (i promise this is for real now lmao) p.s. peter’s pov lol

p.s. (2) don’t hate me for ending this chapter where it ends lol

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by buckybarnres

“Karen, could you show me the videos I took on my phone from last Tuesday.” I was laid down on the top of a building after a long afternoon of running after car thieves and helping lost tourists. All I wanted to do was see Y/N and sleep.

“I’m connecting to your phone, now.” Karen’s robotic voice filled my ears. “Playing video footage.”

My vision was filled with Y/N’s smiling face as we walked in the park. Her hair was blowing in the wind and the light that was hitting her face made her look like an angel.

“Peter! Put that away! I look hideous right now.” She exclaimed in the video. As if she could ever look hideous.

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Dared to Kiss (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hey! I love your writing so much. I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader where the reader is friends with Betty and Veronica and they dare her to walk up to Jughead and kiss him without saying anything before walking away. He’s really confused but happy because he’s been crushing on her for ages and he asks her out? Thank you!!!

A/N: Why are all my requests always so cute?! I hope you enjoy this. Requests are welcome.

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Dared to Kiss (Jughead x Reader)

The whole school had been playing some stupid dare game all week.

So far you had been able to keep outta sight even thought it was hard as you were one of the vixens and hung out with Cheryl more than anyone.

The two vixens who were obsessed with the game were the ones you were avoiding.

Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge.

They were the only two besides your best friend that you had a huge crush on Riverdale’s very own outcast.

Cheryl simply shrugged it off when she find out. It was your secret and she respected you to not put herself in that mix.

Betty and Veronica on the other hand.

They were friends with Jughead and they would try anything to get you to make a move.

Including this stupid game.

“(Y/N)!” Speaking of the girls.

You look up from your book to see B and V grinning down at you.

“What do you want?” You try to keep your voice down as your eyes glance around the student lounge. You knew exactly what they wanted from you.

“We dare you to kiss Juggie!” Betty giggles as she plops down next to you.

“Keep your voice down!” You hiss at the blonde.

“Come on, Girl! Cheryl always says you have the confidence of a damn goddess. Show us just how confident you are.” V whispers and she sits on your other side.

You roll your eyes.

It was true. You were crowned by Queen Blossom herself that you had the most confidence when it came to anything. You simply did that you wanted and never thought twice about what others would think of you.

That’s what Cherry loved about you.

You were never afraid.

Until Jughead.

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Dating Wonder Woman would include...

The only headcanons I wrote was about Wolverine (here), and since I never received any other requests about head canons…I’m very glad to write another one with Wonder Woman yo ! Though I’m not sure I’m doing it right, I made it way longer than most headcanons I saw around I think, and also cut it in more than one part…I hope it’s ok. So here we go, hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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How you met, how you two fell in love, the first “I love you” : 

✶ You first met Diana when your brother, Bruce aka the goddamn Batman, dragged you to the Justice League’s Watchtower (against your will). You were already a Gotham’s vigilante just like him, the next big step was obviously the League, though you didn’t like the idea of being in a little “super club”…

✶ You quickly changed your mind when you met Diana though. She’s the first one who talked to you, and though your brother told you many things about the Mighty Wonder Woman, you weren’t impressed. 

✶ That’s what made her fall in love with you. Because you accept her just as she is. And you couldn’t care less about the fact that she’s a Princess, or one of the most powerful being on Earth.

✶ The way you’re never afraid to tell people what you think, even if sometimes it’s almost rude, is also another reason she fell for you. She loves the fact that you’re independent, and don’t take anyone’s shit, including hers. You keep her grounded when she gets a bit too cocky or something. 

✶ Another thing that made her fall for you : even though you went through a lot of bad things during your life, you always saw the bright side of everything, and Diana understood why Bruce always referred to you as his “personal sunshine”. You didn’t have any super-power, but hey, the ability to make anyone (even the Batman) smile and laugh was even better. 

✶ Your brother shipping you two even before you started to both flirt with each other like crazy. 

✶ Your brother calling you “an idiot” when you decide to not reciprocate the flirting after a while, afraid to bring her in your chaotic life. “She’s Wonder Woman, as if anything could actually hurt her”. 

✶ Diana being somewhat depressed while your avoiding her…And the League having an “intervention” to convince your stubborn ass to talk to her again. 

✶ You not resisting for very long, because…Well, she’s Diana Prince, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve been in love with her ever since you first met. Her not being even remotely mad at you for your sudden coldness toward her, on the contrary, being over the moon because you finally came back.

✶ Your brother giving you relationship advices : basically, do the opposite of what he would do. Best advice ever. 

✶ Becoming very close from each other because it seems you two are just hand made for each other. Conversation is always flowing just right, you don’t always agree with each other but always listen etc etc…A match made in heaven. 

✶ Diana knew she was doomed and totally in love with you the day you punched your brother AND Superman in the face because they dared to say you needed protection. “If I can punch you two idiots without you stopping me, then clearly, I’m fine without protection !”. Yup, she was definitely doomed.

✶Her knowing you hate when people protect you, but not being able to not do it…and you letting her protect you, because you love her, and if it can make her happy, then so be it. 

✶ Surprisingly, she’s the one that said “I love you” first…Right before what should have been a “suicide mission”. Needless to say it gave you a reason to fight like Hell to have the chance to tell her you love her too. 

✶ You never even had time to tell her, as when the battle was finished, and you two were still alive, she crashed her lips on yours. The rest of the League applauded when you were finally able to whisper, breathless : “I love you too D”

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Imagine being the headmaster of house Hufflepuff and the shock your students have when they find out you're actually married to Professor Snape

(Lol xD with so much time in my car driving to Florida I managed to type this up!!! I was too inspired by this after I woke up from one of my many naps xD Hope you all like it and it is as requested! :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

A gasp and a loud thud could be heard from across the hall, as you kissed your husband, Serverus, goodbye for the day.

Instantly, you both looked towards where the sound came from. You chuckled seeing your best performing student, Hermione, so shocked with her books on the floor. You waved hello to her and instantly he caught your arm back, stepping in front of you.

Shaking your head, you tried to grab him back to you, giggling to see how worried he seemed.

“Babe! It’s fine!”

He scowled seeing the young girl so appalled and shook his head as he glared at her. In his usual somber tone, he said, “No…She’s late…and she saw us…”

You scoffed at it and patted him, saying “So what! We weren’t trying to hide it! And plus, don’t act like you’ve never been late to any of our dates!”

He growled looking back at you, only to notice how you couldn’t stop smiling about the situation. You shoved him lightly, trying your best to dissuade the situation and make him smile, only to get exactly what you wanted for a moment.

The instant he looked back at her, he cleared his throat and nodded her over.

“Hurry, pick up your things and get in the classroom!”

Nervous, she did just as asked, only for you to feel bad for her. You knew your husband had always been a little harsh with the kids and just felt the need to make it up to them.

There was no wonder any of them preferred your company over his and thinking about it, you sighed at him and quickly let go of his hand.

“Y/N…”, he said trying to hold you back. Not listening to him, you walked over to her and bent down to pick her things.

“Here, let me help you…”

She picked up as much as she could in a panic, making you get even more worried for her. Casually, you managed to put a hand over hers and softly held it for a moment.

As she looked up at you, you smiled and shook your head, whispering, “Hey…Don’t worry about it…It’s not a big deal…”

You winked at her as you gave her the last of her stuff and added, “Besides he’s always grumpy for nothing, am I right?”

She finally smiled listening to how reassuring you were to her and even more as you gave her a hand to get back up and brushed away at her robes, ridding her of some dust. She nodded and made a quick run towards his class completely ignoring his growl.

Shaking your head, you met his gaze and blew him a kiss before walking back to your class, to which he finally smiled again and nodded.

During her whole class, Hermione couldn’t stop thinking about what she had just witnessed and as to what it might mean. Her obvious thoughts made Snape glare at her the entire class while trying his best to subtly hint at her to not say a word about it.

However, as soon as she walked out of his class, she couldn’t stop herself and just had to get it off her chest.

~~~~

“I saw Professor L/N kissing Professor Snape!”, Hermione said to the others around her at the dining hall.

They all made a face at the news and instantly Ron, shook his head and refuted her.

“Impossible! Professor L/N would never! She’s too kind and caring to ever be interested in someone like him!”

“But it’s true!”

Hearing her, Sheamus, looked towards her and stated, “Isn’t she a little too young for him?! I could swear she graduated a few years ago!”

To which they all nodded and only made Ron, add “Yeah! And she’s too pretty! She’s totally out of his league!”

Feeling bad for her but he himself not believing it, Harry shrugged, whispering to everyone.

“Hermione, maybe you saw it wrong…”

At that she frowned at him but before she could even add to her argument, Ron was already backing up Harry even more.

“Yeah, Hermione…She’s headmaster of house Hufflepuff why would she ever be with Professor Snape of all people…Think about it…The kindest professor with the worse of all, sounds pretty ridiculous to me!”

At that Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. Everyone knew of his obvious crush on you and how he’d get easily embarrassed talking about you, it was no surprise how fast he was to defend you.

The twins chuckled at their younger brother, but George added, “But thinking about it, I don’t really believe it either! Last class she ran out after me to hand me my book back! And she didn’t mistook me for Freddie!”

Fred chuckled at that and holding onto his twin, he said, “As a matter of fact she’s never mixed us up since she got here! The more we talk about her, the weirder the idea of her being with him gets!”

Everyone roared in laughter at that and it truly angered her. Pressing her palm onto the table, she firmly tried to prove her point.

“It isn’t! I really saw them! I came in late for class and saw them both kissing each other by the door! And not a simple peck! It’s certain they’re an item, no one kisses like that if they weren’t! She even called him “Babe”!“

As she stated about herself being late for class, they all let out a groan before quieting each other and started to remember how he had walked out for a moment, waiting for the last few students to come in.

~~~

Seeing how silent they had gotten, Hermione sighed and added, “Now do you believe me…”

Still defensive, Ron stuttered out, “Still doesn’t mean anything, maybe you’re lying!”

“Why would I lie?! I really did see professor Snape and professor L/N kissing each other!!”

Not saying a word, they simply stared at her wide eyed and looked behind her. She stayed still feeling a cold gaze staring down upon her.

Slowly, she decided to turn around to see as to who it was and speaking of the devil, it was exactly who she thought it would be.

~~~

After his class, Serverus had already made his way towards the dining hall in hopes to stop the young girl from spreading anything towards the others. Quietly, he walked over to house Gryffindor’s table but quickly realized how it was too late.

Irritated, he scowled looking down at her and muttered quite loudly as she turned to see as to who was standing behind her.

“You really are an insufferable know-it-all…I swear i’ll-”

As you walked in, you noticed him practically terrorizing the students again and knew you just had to barge in and say something.

Quickly, you waved over at them and got their attention along with that of your husband’s. The twins chuckled to see you and were both quick to forget the whole situation.

“Hey guys!”

In unison they playfully greeted you sweetly, “Good afternoon Professor L/N~”

Instantly you noticed how your husband frowned at them, obviously getting jealous from just that. While George was kind enough to ask, Fred just insisted you sat in between them.

“Care to join us?” “There’s a place right here!”

From all their persuasiveness, you could tell your man was fuming and was ready to choke them out at any moment. You tried your best to laugh it off, to make him realize how it wasn’t a big deal at all and simply refuted their offer.

~~~

Nonetheless, it seemed to be too late as the moment they opened their mouths to compliment on your beauty, your husband slap them both across the head with his book in hand. Gritting his teeth, he muttered under his breath.

“Very inappropriate…She’s a professor…and she’s my wife…”

At the last words, everyone’s jaw dropped and in near sync they all exclaimed, “Your wife?!?!”

Apparently, their table wasn’t the only one to have heard it and everyone was chattering between each other. Strangely, for once he wasn’t fearful or nervous at the idea of everyone knowing about you both.

He crossed his arms rather proudly and just couldn’t seem to stop smirking. It made your heart pound to see him so happy about them knowing that you just had to laugh and add a little more.

Pretending to be mad at him for his behaviour, you sighed and crossed your arms as you scolded him.

“Professor Snape! You didn’t have to say it like that! Why do you always have to terrorize the kids?! There’s no wonder our own little girl is still pretty scared of you!”

At that, their eyes widened even more and once again they all exclaimed in unison.

“Your little girl?!”

Ron held onto his chest, pretending to be sick at the idea of you, his favorite teacher, having had a child with the worse of all.

Seeing all their reactions made you laugh at how innocent they could be at times but your husband’s sudden embarrassed expression was just so cute you had to reassure him.

With the sweetest voice, you said, “Yes our daughter, Y/D/N…but to be fair she just turned one recently…”

Looking over at him, you winked at him, adding, “She’ll get used to you soon babe…”

Nodding him over to go join you at the table, he made a quick move to meet you up at the end of their table, leaving them with even more questions than answers, as they were all dumbfounded as to how it all even happened between you both.


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Risk and Reward

Pairing:Barista!Lin x Reader

Requested?: Nope! It just came to my head one day and I ran with it.

Summary: You stop by a café to grab coffee on your way to work, said café also has a really cute barista.

Words: 5k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: Well here we are. I had this idea for a real long time but it just never came together. Now I have gotten my shit together (thanks Ale and Kate) and I think I can start this series! Shoutout to Taryn for being a huge inspiration behind this series. Work Comes Home was the reason this idea even became an actual fic and not a passing thought. I really hope you guys like it!

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You quickly entered the coffee shop, shuffling up to the counter with a panicked expression. Your bus was coming soon and you were running late for your first day at a new job.

“Hi, can I have two medium iced caramel lattes?” You rushed out, already opening your wallet to find your debit card. You got it out and held it towards the barista who was just staring back at you.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, running your hand over your cheek.

The dark-haired man seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in, blinking rapidly as he straightened his posture.

“Oh! No, no I’m sorry ma’am. I, uh, I…” He struggled to finish his sentence and you giggled lightly, he was sort of cute.

“It’s okay. I space out too,” you paused to look at his nametag, “Lin.” You finished, holding out your debit card once again.

He nodded, taking your card and looking at the screen in front of him and pausing.

“…I’m sorry what did you order again?” Lin smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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jealous - peter parker

Jealous - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: ((requested by anon)) hiya, could i request a fic where peter parker really likes the reader so he invites her to a party that tony is holding (they are just friends and she knows he’s spiderman). At that party somebody starts to flirt with the reader and tony teases peter about it but in the end tries to help him out? thanks! :)

a/n: ((DAY 2 OF THE 7DOS)) ((7 days of spiderman)) whoop it’s my first request so just send me requests bc i’m unoriginal!!! thank u for reading i love u. also sorry this is LONG OVERDUE and i changed it a bit :-)


As Peter walked out of the elevator and into the party, a wave of anxiety overcame him. Everyone at the party was either more or less dressed up than him, and he didn’t really know anybody there except for the person that invited him. That person happened to be Tony Stark, the one person that everybody wanted to talk to, which was unfortunate for Peter as he was a socially-awkward teenager at an adults’ party

Peter didn’t exactly know what he was supposed to do, so he began to walk around and pretend to have a good time. Every time the elevator would open, Peter would glance and hope–pray–that is was a person anywhere near his age.

When the fifth time the elevator opened, Peter had started to lose hope that he would have a person to talk to, but this time he was proven wrong. Out of the elevator walked a girl near his age, and immediately caught his eye. A part of him wanted to go up to her, but assumed that she wouldn’t want to talk to a guy like him.

Staring at the girl across the room, Peter frowned to himself. He realized that he would never have a single chance with her, but was soon snapped out of his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and was met with the face of none other than Tony Stark.

The pair talked for a minute, but Tony quickly noticed how distracted Peter was. Peter kept glancing over Tony’s shoulder, obviously paying more attention to whatever was behind him than the conversation. Tony turned and saw what Peter was staring at. It was the girl who came out of the elevator earlier that night.

“Want me to introduce you?” Tony asked, visibly shocking Peter.

“What?” Peter said in response, not entirely knowing what they were talking about.

“Her,” Tony said, gesturing to the girl Peter was looking at, “do you want me to introduce you to her?”

“Uh, no,” Peter coughed awkwardly, “no thanks.”

“Okay, well if you want to talk later, her name’s (Y/N).” Tony said, leaving Peter.

(Y/N), thought Peter, what a pretty name for such a pretty girl.

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veritatem inquirendam [seek the truth] (frank castle)

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(original request: AU in which Frank is younger, and he and reader are college students. There’s a heated debate in class and everyone disagrees with Frank except the reader. After that, Frank starts paying more attention to the reader and hanging out with her after class, until he realizes he’s falling in love but she has no idea he is until her best friend tells her.)

(this is terrible i LOVE college frank i love this soft soft boy. what a nerd. i hate him. no warnings on this one except mentions of food and some sexism early in the story!!!)

(tagslist: @doct0rstrange, @caryled, @kurtwxgners, @atari-writes ! if i’ve forgotten you or you wanna be added to the tagslist, just send me a message!!! <3)


The professor is wrong. She knows it, but she can’t say it. You can’t say “you’re fucking wrong” in front of a classroom of fourty kids. Instead of speaking her mind, she bites her tongue and clicks the cap of her pen up and down, up and down, trying to tune out the professor’s voice.

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Slow Hands

(A Smutty-ish Steve One Shot)

A/N: I should be getting ready for work, I should be writing It’s a Buck Girl Thing but it’s Steve’s birthday and the poor lad needs some loving! It’s quite smutty and inspired by Niall Horan’s Slow Hands

A/N 2: I wrote it quickly this morning and only checked it once so apologies for any mistakes!

Summary: After the events of Civil War, and Bucky gone, Steve does not want to celebrate. He wants to feel like a normal guy, meet a nice gal, have his way with her. He’s in Wakanda and it’s the 4th of July and everyone’s down to celebrate.

Warnings: Smutty undertones. Pet names. Steve’s neck.

Word count: 2.5k

Originally posted by luvinchris

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no you dont understand i love this quote so!!! fucking!!! much!!! Hak not only being supportive and prideful of Yona, but actually into crossing the threshold of admiration. He is actively looking up to her and seeing her not above him as in out of his league romantically, but as someone he could genuinely aspire to. How fucking cute and wonderful is that? They both actively strive to reach one another–Yona, with Hak’s courage and fighting prowess, and Hak with Yona’s emotional maturity and endurance. I just love how balanced their relationship is, how they genuinely seem to inspire and complete one another hksdjhsj Hakyona is honestly such a gift

James March: Godawful Opinions

Today in the Blue Parrot lounge it was pretty dead. You and your lovely boyfriend, James were having a drink together, sitting at a table near the bar that is overlooking the lobby. 

Liz was tending the these two girls, a brunette and a blonde, at the bar. They looked like they were in their mid 20’s or so. You noticed that every few minutes they would glance at you and James, but you didn’t think anything of it.

After finishing the last of your drink, you decided it was your time to head back to the room the two of you share to start getting ready for dinner later. “I’ll see you soon for dinner, love.” You stood up and gave James a kiss on the cheek, then picked up your empty glass to hand to Liz, but James stopped you by lightly grabbing onto your wrist. “Not to worry, darling. I’ll have Liz tend to this.” James smirked at you.

You smiled with nod, then went on your merry way.

James signaled for Liz to take your empty glass, which she did willingly, then she made her way to any tables that needed a wipe down.

The two ladies at the bar weren’t being discreet whatsoever because they glanced at James with a smile which he obviously noticed. They were now brought to his attention as he’s smoking a cigarette. Being silent about the words they exchanged to each other was their downfall because James can hear everything they’re saying perfectly clear. He was also smart enough to know those were about you.

“He is way out of her league. Ew.” Said the blonde to the brunette friend.

“Yeah like what does he see in her? I bet you I could take him from her if I tried.”

Liz couldn’t help but overhear as well, so she looked over at James and notices that the grip on his glass of bourbon is getting tighter while his eyes are facing the lobby, trying to tune them out. If he was to put anymore force, the glass itself would shatter.

“I’ll be right back. Going to use the bathroom.” The blonde said to her brunette friend, then left to the restroom.

“Liz Taylor.” James called in his naturally loud voice, making Liz flinch from surprise.

Liz walked towards James with her nose in the air. Typical Liz Taylor attitude. “What can I do for you, Mr. March?”

“Would you be a darling and handle that vile creature for me?” James said in a low tone while scowling at the remaining girl at the bar. “Oh and please hurry.” He signaled with his head in the direction that the girl’s friend left to the restroom.

“Oooo I’d be happy to.” Liz gave an evil grin, then went behind the bar to grab a cloth and soak it in chloroform. Thankfully, the girl didn’t notice because she was too busy scrolling through her phone.

Successfully, Liz knocked the brunette out cold and left to take her to one of the vacant rooms on Floor 7, tying her up once she got there.

When the blonde came back from the bathroom, she looked puzzled as to where her friend went and called her cell phone. The cell phone rang in James’s pocket, which caused the girl to question his motives. “Um, w-why do you have my friend’s phone?” She stuttered from fear because at this point, she answered her own question in her head.

Her first instinct was to run, but James quickly stopped her and picked her up over his shoulder. “Help me! Somebody help me! He’s going to kill me!” She kicked and screamed, but the only people that could hear is Iris, standing behind the reception desk. Iris ignored the girl because it was obviously normal to her.

James, too, brought the blonde to the same room on Floor 7 that her brunette friend is held in.

Entering the room, Liz was there awaiting on James, with the brunette laying on the bed, her face red and forehead sweating from fear. Her wrists and ankles were also successfully tied together by Liz.

“Put the tramp over there, would you please?” James said to Liz, throwing the blonde to her, then pointed to a gap in the wall. The blonde knew exactly what James was planning because she saw the pile of bricks laying on the floor. He was planning on letting her rot inside of the walls, similar to how did with his ex wife’s lover, Valentino.

“No no no! Please don’t!” She cried, but James and Liz ignored. Liz brought her over to the gap in the wall, placing her hands over her to rest on the ceiling. “I’ll do anything! Please don’t do this!” She continued.

James took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack, then put on his apron and gloves that were hanging on the coat rack. Of course, James didn’t want to dirty his expensive clothes. What else is new. 

James started humming to his favorite tune from being so content with everything happening right now. Liz ignored the girl’s cries, then left the room to go back and tend to her lovely bar.

The brunette’s mouth was already filled with a hand towel from Liz being annoyed from her cries. James took out a gun from his pocket and shot her in the head without hesitation.

He exhaled from the euphoric feeling. The blonde friend, still stuck in the gap in the wall, gasped seeing her friend get shot. “Oh my god! No no no no no!” She uncontrollably shook her head in disbelief.

James grabbed a brick, then started on building the wall himself. This calmed him and he felt a relief from finally getting his murder fix.

The girl continued to cry for a good 30 minutes and felt deep regrets for what her and her friend had said. She didn’t even know that James had heard either. “Wh-why are you doing this to us?”

“I suggest you and your dead friend should have kept your god awful opinions about my queen to yourselves.” James clenched his jaw, then let out a sigh to calm himself, which he succeeded in.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We didn’t mean it, please. We were just stupid and drunk.” She hoped a miracle would happen and he would free her by apologizing, but never in a million years would it cross James’s mind to do so.

“I assure you it is too late for your false apologizes.” James said.

She realized that there’s nothing she could do to get out of this terrible mess, so she was hoping James would at least quickly her out of her misery. “Can you just kill me now. Shoot me. Please please, I don’t want to die like this.”

“To your misfortune, I would be denying your request. Now-”

She cut him off by screaming and crying even louder than before. “No! No! No!”

James was getting annoyed, so he walked over and stole the towel from the blonde’s dead friend’s mouth and put it in hers to shut her up. It’s amazing how James would go through such great lengths for you. Now he’s thinking if he should tell you or just spare you the trouble by not telling you?

anonymous asked:

Can you do some prompts about girls falling in love with other girls?

1) “You are so out of my league,” she said. A slightly dazzled smile crossed her lips. “Like, oh my god. I want to marry you one day.”
“And you are so off your head,” replied the other woman. Amused and a little concerned given the circumstances. “Wife.”
“Oh my god, I married you!?”
“It was a beautiful ceremony. On the beach. We had ice cream.”
“I love ice cream.” 
“Mm, if you can stay with me this time, I’ll get you some. How are you feeling?”


2) They were laughing about something stupid, curled up on the sofa. Stomach clenching, can’t breathe, no holding it back cackling when she caught the look on her best friend’s face. 
“What?”
“I - nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.”
“You just make me really happy, you know?” 
And suddenly she couldn’t breathe again for an entirely different reason. 


3) “If we were both gay we’d totally be going out.”
“…we are both gay. We are very very very gay.” There was a beat of silence. “Is this you asking me out?”
“Depends, is this you saying yes or no?” 
“Depends, do I get to kiss you if we’re going out?”
“I hear that’s the done thing, yeah. Probably cuddling too, if you can bear it.”
“Yeah, alright. Sure. You won me over.”


4) It started with dancing. She loved the dancing first - confident, sensual, a flash of eyes across the floor as the lights swayed above them. The arm that wrapped around her back and drew her in close, the lips that found hers like they’d done this a thousand times before. A conversation of touches and smiles, slow and unhurried. A name whispered against their ear like a promise.


5) “…you know,” said the woman. She glanced up from by the bed, sleeves rolled up to reveal arms tanned and lean from hard work in the sun. “When you said your bed was broken, I thought you meant it as a come on. What the hell did you do to it?” 
The other woman turned bright red. Clearing their throat, initially too flustered to reply. Which, well, might have been something of a reply. 


6) “You didn’t have to defend me, you know.” She was rather shocked that the other girl had, considering she couldn’t normally even raise her voice in a large group of people.
“Of course I did,” the girl replied. “It was the right thing to do.” 
She fell in love a little, then.


7) Leather jacket, red lipstick, leaned up against a motorcycle and suddenly she felt lightheaded. She swallowed hard as her date raised a brow, plucking the helmet off the seat and sauntering over to her. Her date placed it carefully on her head, fingers brushing warm against her throat as she clipped it into place. “Probably not quite the white pony you were dreaming of, princess, but it will do the trick.”