ringing door bell

Things That Have Been Said in My Household but with Fairy Tail
  • <p> <b>Natsu:</b> Gray<p/><b>Gray:</b> What?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> Are you gay?<p/><b>Gray:</b> No.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> Are you sure?<p/><b>Gray:</b> 100%<p/><b>Natsu:</b> okay..*signals towards the others that he's not*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> You would think he would have come out the closet by now..<p/><b>Gray:</b> IM NOT GAY YOU FUCKERS.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Gray:</b> ERZA THE STUPID CAT SCRATCHED THE CURTAINS AGAIN.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> DONT YOU DARE TALK TO LILY THAT WAY. AND HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE MY PRECIOUS CAT OF SUCH CRIME. IT COULD HAVE BEEN NATSU.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *from downstairs* HEY!!<p/><b></b> __<p/><b></b> *door bell rings*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *answers it* NATSU YOURE GIRLFRIEND IS HERE.<p/><b>Lucy:</b> actually we're no--<p/><b>Erza:</b> There's my future daughter-in-law!<p/><b>Natsu:</b> shUT UP GUYS.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Erza:</b> NATSU AND GAJEEL STOP CLIMBING THE FUCKING TREE BEFORE ONE OF YOU END UP FALLING AN--<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *falls off tree*<p/><b>Erza:</b> Good Luck getting to a hospital you vermons. *walks back inside while Natsu cries and Gajeel laughs*<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *door bell*<p/><b>Gray:</b> I GOT IT- *opens it* ERZA IT'S THAT GUY YOU LIKE.<p/><b>Jellal:</b> Uhh.<p/><b>Erza:</b> SHUT THE HELL UP GRAY.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *door rings*<p/><b>Gray:</b> I GOT IT-*answers it*<p/><b>Juvia:</b> Hi Gray.<p/><b>Gray:</b> *flustered*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> OH LOOK IT'S GRAY'S WIFE.<p/><b>Gray:</b> shuT UP NATSU.<p/><b></b> __<p/><b></b> *natsu and lucy sitting in the treehouse*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> BE GENTLE WITH THE GIRL NATSU.<p/><b>Gray:</b> YEAH DONT BE SO RUFF WITH MY SISTER-IN-LAW.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> WE'RE NOT EVEN DATING<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Natsu, stop being a liar. And a bad one for that matter.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Levy:</b> *knocks*<p/><b>Gray:</b> I GOT IT. *answers it* Oh hey Levy.<p/><b>Levy:</b> Hi Gray, is Gajeel home?<p/><b>Gray:</b> Yeah just a second, GAJEEL THAT GIRL YOU HAD THAT DREAM ABOUT IS HERE.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> SHUT THE HELL UP GRAY.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *leans in to kiss Lucy*<p/><b>Lucy:</b> *does same*<p/><b>Erza:</b> IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU HORNYLESS TEENAGERS.<p/><b>Lucy:</b> Hi Erza..<p/><b>Natsu:</b> serIOUSLY.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *everyone arguing*<p/><b>Laxus:</b> SHUT UP ALL OF YOU. NO WONDER NONE OF YOU HAVENT GOT LAID YET.<p/><b>Gray:</b> SHUT UP LAXUS.<p/><b></b> __<p/><b><strike></b> that door thing is a tradition of some sort </strike><p/></p>
TREE BROS HEAD CANNONS

It’s one AM and these kinda just popped into my head LETS GO

• Connor fails his suicide attempt, Zoe finds him in his room about a minute after Connor swallowed a fuck ton of pills

•Evan hears about this cause Connor is always a main source of gossip at the school

• especially for Jared

• Evan thinks about when he failed his suicide attempt and knew, at least partly, how Connor felt

• Evan, knowing he wouldn’t be able to just walk up to Connor and start talking, starts writing letters

• Dear Connor Murphy, I heard what happened and I want you to know, I failed as well over the summer

• Evan always signing them as Sincerely Me

• Connor getting the first letter five days after he leaves the hospital, two days after he goes back to school

• Connor reading it, and thinking

• maybe I’m not completely alone

• Evan writes Connor a letter every Tuesday and Thursday

• Whenever Connor ditches school he makes sure it isn’t a Tuesday or Thursday

• Evan mentions things that go on in his life, how he wishes he could stand up for himself, how he wishes he could help his mother, how he wishes he could talk to the girl he likes

• Connor starts to develop feelings for the mystery writer but ignores it cause

• A. Who would like him

• and

• B. I don’t even know who writes the letters, how the fuck can I be in love

• Evan slowly starts to make sure Connor is doing okay when ever Connor actually shows up to his math class

• Evan slowly starts to realize that he doesn’t like Zoe as much, but why?

• Evan shoots up in bed one night thinking

• Fuck. I like the school stoner

• Evan then slaps himself cause that’s not all that Connor is

• his mom hears him talking to himself and asks if everything is alright

• Evan quickly shouts back a yes, and gets back in bed, still thinking of Connor Murphy

• the last day of school before Christmas Break, Evan leaves a small gift at Connors locker and a note even though it’s Friday

• he’s surprised to see that Connor also left a gift at his locker for the mystery writer

• Evan puts it under the tree

• Heidi asks where it came from and Evan starts blushing and stuttering and mumbling about how he writes letters to Connor Murphy

• Heidi sees the light in her sons eye that hasn’t been there in years

• She bakes cookies for Evan to give to Connor

• Evan brings the cookies to the Murphy’s house, rings the door bell and runs

• Cynthia opens the door to see a plate of cookies and card saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, have an excellent Christmas, sincerely me’

• Cynthia is super excited cause she believes that Connor has an actual FRIEND

• Cynthia takes the cookies up to her sons room

• Connor opens the door, glaring at his mother, and then he sees the cookies and the note card

• he picks it up and reads it quickly before blushing and grabs the plate, shutting his door

• on Christmas Evan opens Connors present last and is very happy to see that it’s a tree encyclopedia with a note that said ‘you always talk about how you love trees so, here’ and on the other side is a beautifully drawn tree

• CONNOR MURPHY CAN DRAW SO FUCKING WELL AND EVAN JUST MELTS AT THE TREE AND HE INSTANTLY PINS IT TO HIS WALL

• Connor opens his gift in his room, and is surprised to see two new black sweatshirts and a bottle of black nail polish, the saying ‘Dear Connor Murphy, your sweatshirts seem to have a lot of holes, I didn’t know if it was for comfort or what but I got you a new one. Oh and I really like your nails so here’s some more polish, sincerely me’ Connor actually smiles, and he feels all warm inside AND WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS WHAT THE FUCK

• Jared eventually finds out that Evan writes Connor letters cause he saw the tree on the wall while Evan was getting snacks and flipped it over and read the note

• he immediately asked Evan who it was from

• Evan blushes and mumbles Connor

• Jared demands a wider explanation

• he doesn’t stop teasing Evan about it

• At school Jared starts acting funny around Connor and Connor starts to freak out cause

• SHIT IS JARED THE LETTER GUY

• but he calms down for a second when Jared accidentally spills the beans

• Connor was reading another one of Evans’s notes, Jared walks up to him with a shit eating grin and says

• ‘Another love note from Evan Tree Boy Hansen I see.’

• Connor is instantly relieved they’re not from Jared

• he then freaks out cause THE CUTE QUIET DORKY NERD THAT SITS BEHIND ME IN MATH WRITES ME FUCKING LETTERS

• Connor corners Evan after school

• Evan is nervous cause he thinks Connor hates him.

• he is pleasantly surprised when Connor gives him a quick thank you before dashing off

• Connor then starts to write Evan letters on Wednesdays and Fridays. Monday’s are the chill day

• Connor finally accepts that he totally loves Evan but he still thinks that Evan could never like him that way, especially since the guy Evan mentions in his letter can’t be him

• beautiful brown hair? Nope

• gorgeous blue eyes that seem to have a hint of brown in the left one? Well yes but they aren’t gorgeous, his are hideous

• a face that was crafted by God himself? Absolutely not

• Evan starts to wonder if Connor wants to be friends with him and asks him exactly that in a letter

• Connor replies with a 'no shit’ and his phone number

• Evan was ecstatic when they hung out for the first time

• so was Connor

• and their moms

• at the end of senior year, Evan tells Connor that he has to take a gap year to save up money

• Connor decides he’s not going to college without Evan as he doesn’t know how to make friends and he was just fucking lucky with Evan

• They were hanging out at Evans house the next winter and they both had a few drinks cause what 18 year old doesn’t drink. Evan isn’t THAT innocent guys

• they both tell each other that they like one another and share a small kiss that they both have wanted for a while

• they fall asleep on the couch, holding each other

Imma stop there. Feel free to add on, that was insanely long and I might write an actual thing for this?

Got7 reaction to you being awake *smuttish*

Request:  Got7 reaction to you walking out of their room in nothing but a tee shirt and sexy underwear when the other boys are there and saying sleepily “Oppa come to bed” please?


Jaebum

When he sees you standing at the frame of the door mouthing to him “Come to bed”, Jaebum being an angel will smile at you, tell you to go cuddle yourself in bed, give him five minutes to make the boys go to their homes and he’ll come to cuddle you. He told you before going after you. Stopping you in the middle, he kissed the temple of your neck and whispered. “Do this one more time, and I’m gonna back fire at you. They saw something reserved for my eyes.” he said as he cupped your pussy. “That’s mine and I don’t like others to see it. Clear? Go to bed, I’ll deal with you tomorrow, Love.”

Jinyoung

“Oppa, it’s too loud. Please just come to bed.” you’ll say, tiredly rubbing your eyes with the end of Jinyoungs’ dress shirt you were wearing. The dress shirt lifted a little and the end of the Victori Secret panties, his favourite ones, was on display. “Baby, you are really tired.” he’ll say, before taking you in his arms bridial style and tugging you to sleep with the background of “AWWWWS” coming from Got7 themselves. When in reality, when he tugged you, instead of “Good night”, you received “I saw them. And don’t think they didn’t. Not quite the right decision to tease me in front of the others, don’t you think?”

Youngjae

When he saw you coming out of the room and asking him to come to bed, in nothing but a hoodie and the dark red lace panties showing under the hoodie, Youngjae was quick to kick the boys out, making excuses like “She can’t sleep from the noise.” when the truth was that he couldn’t sleep because of the sudden visit and was very thankful for your interference. And playful. Because of the panties.

Jackson

When a small voice interuppted the boys saying “Oppa, please come to bed. I don’t want to be alone.” Jackson saw his beautiful angel in one of his t-shirts hair braided and the ribbon of the lace pink thong he gave you, could be seen from the shirt. He forgot about those around him and smiled softly. Standing up from the couch, he’ll accompany you to the floor where no one could hear you two. A light-feather kiss will fall on your forehead and Jackson will ask you to wait just a little bit.

Mark

You were a little bratty creature indeed. So when the “emergency meeting” took more than 30 minutes, you got upest. They ruined the perfect mood for a wild night. You kknew Mark was nice to Got7 and he wouldn’t kick them out without a little push. So you put on his grey hoodie and steped in the living room. “Oppa, I know t’s probably really important, but can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Mark smiled, knowingly and was quick to add “Boys,she’s right. Let’s do this tomorrow. It’s really late.” Soon they were all out and Marks eyes were full of lust. “So, where were we?”

BamBam

Bam Bam was angry when the boys ringed on the door bell. He was just about to eat his dessert, you, for being a good boy, and Got7 decided to show up. He couldn’t just kick them out, so he told you he’ll come back soon and if he doesn’t you to just fall asleep. Which actually happend. You fell asleep, the boys came in and asked where you were. BamBam told them you’re sleeping and everyone went to check, which caused you to wake up. “Oppa, are you coming back to bed?” “Soon baby, I’m coming soon. Sleep for now.”

Yugyeom

If the others couldn’t kick the boys out, Yugyeom couldn’t for sure. The maknae was having actually a pretty good time, but he was worrying if his kitten, you, will be alright to sleep alone, to which the answer was “No.” Soon you were standing in the middle of the living room wearing only his sweater and black panties with a ribbon that fell down your legs and was clearly visible. And then the voice of an angel came “Oppa, come to bed please!” and Yugyeom became as hard as a fucking rock. Yugyeom called you and told you to lie on his legs to sleep if you want and you obligated fast and happy. Yugyeom’s lap was your throne after all. When you layed your head you heared a hushed whisper “ What I’ll do to you once they are gone. Wait and see.”

Garbage-ass neighbor again

My jerkwad neighbor who loves parking in my driveway parked there again this winter. He apparently didn’t learn. We had several snow storms this winter and there were advisories to not park your car in the street, for plowing purposes. Of course shit nugget still doesn’t want to pay $270 for a parking pass, where he lives. My parents were visiting, so all of our cars were in my driveway. We were having dinner, and here it is in the middle of the fucking night he doesn’t call-first, nor does he ring on the door bell. He bangs on the door [not knock, there’s a difference] interrupting dinner with my family. I ask what his problem is

“I can’t park on the street, let me park in your driveway.”

Ex-fucking-cuse me?? No “May I?” let alone a “please?” I, politely said “No, you can’t” and especially since my driveway was full and it’s MY FUCKING DRIVEWAY, I’m not going to move my parents’ cars nor mine just for him to park. He left and went to demand parking in other neighbors’ driveways. They too-know he’s a piece of shit and are long fed up with him as well, so they said no.

He comes back later after hearing him swear up and down the block. He knocks again and I tell him that he can park if he gave me $60 bucks; I wager that’s the price if he wants to take my time out from having dinner with my family to move all the cars out of my driveway and have him at the end of the driveway [so he wouldn’t be blocking us in]. He starts cursing and walks away. I didn’t care; finished dinner with my family.

The next day came about and it’s when the advisory is in effect. My parents took my dad’s car and they went to get groceries, only to come back and find that asshole parked in the driveway, AGAIN! Okay. Now you wanna play? I tried calling a truck, but they were in a delay what with getting people out of their cars and the tow-truck companies are fully booked during the winter, so I wasn’t going to wait hours. I didn’t ring his doorbell or anything because I knew his response [he pretends to not be home when it’s times to alert him of his shitdickness].

Having some warm cider in my living room, I see him leave with a friend and they go out, but he rides with his friend and leaves his car in my driveway. Lightbulbs turned on. My driveway is mostly flat, thankfully, so my dad and I jacked the rear end if his car and pivoted it out of the way, and there was barely enough to wiggle my dad’s car back into the driveway. But we got it out of the way enough that we could get cars in and out of the driveway with careful maneuvering. Now he’s still gone, and so I took the jack back under his car, and jacked the car up right on its catalytic converter. Its bent and has left a slight opening in the exhaust-work.

Also left a scratch at the bases of his door, have fun with rust, in some time. It’s pretty freaking cold out and I had brought in my garden hose for the winter, but I hooked it up to my basement sink and set it on mist and thoroughly showered his car with water, giving it a decent coating of ice over the door handles, on the windshield, and windows.

The snow gets heavy and we haven’t noticed him return yet [we figure he would return because he’d have to be flumoxed about his car being covered in ice]. We got an idea, though. The snow stopped a bit and we began some shoveling and packed mounds of snow around his car, thus making it inaccessible.

He returns and asks what happened to his car. I ask him why he parked where people shovel snow into piles. He knew damn well he parked there, but it was fun watching him take an entire day trying to melt the ice and free his car. He said he was going to call the cops, and so I told him to, he didn’t since he probably knew he would get fined and I can charge him with trespassing. Dumbass also thought it was a good idea to try and melt ice with hot water; cracked his windshield. Have fun with rust and an exhaust leak. Try it again. Play stupid ass games, win fucking stupid-ass prizes.

TL;DR Neighbor still parked in my driveway and interrupted dinner with my family, so I iced him in and left him some surprises with his car.

First Love

Summary: You move into a new apartment and you become enemies with your new neighbor.

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4.4k

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“Thank you so much for helping me.” You hugged your friend.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay here alone?” She asked concerned.

“I’ll be okay Chae.”

She hugged you once again before leaving.

Now to unpack.

You finally moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment. You wanted a change. The only thing was that you were living in the more active side of town. You were more towards the city so the crime rates were a little high. Plus it was loud.

As soon as you went through your boxes, pulling out picture frames first you heard piano coming from next door. You leaned in closer to get a clearer sound. It was beautiful.

You decided to just go back to unpacking. You did feel a little uneasy being alone. This was a new feeling for you, being on your own.

One of the first things you wanted to do was set up your TV. You hooked up your cable, easy enough and then turned your TV on using the remote. As soon as you turned it on, it seemed to be working fine so you left and went to the kitchen putting away some dishes.

You turned around from the sound of plastic hitting the floor. Sammy. Your cat jumping up on the counter knocking shit off like usual.

“Get down.”

You went back to unpacking your kitchen box when you heard the cable going out with a loud static you had to cover your ears. You immediately went into panic mode trying to find the remote that you only had a few minutes ago.

The noise was unbearably loud that you couldn’t take another second. You heard a loud door bell ringing over the static.

You quickly went to the door opening it up seeing a young guy looking extremely annoyed.

“Shut it off!” He tried to shout over the noise.

“What?” You yelled back.

“Shut it off!” He made his voice louder.

“I’m trying!”

He entered your apartment uninvited and marched over to your TV. He couldn’t find the buttons to the TV so he just reached around and unplugged it.

You looked at him apologetic.

“You couldn’t do that?” He snapped.

“I’m sorry….my cat must of knocked the cable out.”

He rolled his eyes making his way towards the door. “You just move in?”

“Yeah.” You nervously tugged your hair behind your ear.

“Please keep it down.” He glared at you before he stepped out your apartment and you heard the door next door shut. Was he the one that was playing the piano?

You glanced at the time seeing it was 10:30. No wonder he was mad, who wouldn’t be mad.

You decided to just call it a night and dragged yourself to your room.

-

The next morning you got a call from your friends Chae and Jisoo. They wanted to meet you for lunch. As soon as you got ready they texted you the address of the place. It wasn’t too far.

“Hey girl.” Your friend Chae greeted you. “How’s the place?”

“It’s pretty nice, and cozy.” You smiled.

“Did you finish unpacking?”

You shook your head. “Too tired.” You leaned back in your chair.

“What apartment complex did you move into again?” Jisoo asked.

“The Gardens.”

“Really?” She asked. “My brother lives there.” She smiled.

“That’s cool.”

“Now I can visit you both at the same time.”

“You go there often?”

“Not really, my brothers always busy.” She pouted.

-

You didn’t stay long, you still had a lot of packing to do. Before you went upstairs you stopped at the main office claiming your mailbox. They gave you a key and they told you to make sure it works from it being a little out of date.

You went back to the front door where the mailboxes were and attempted to open your mail box. As soon as you opened it you saw a letter already.

Welcome to The Gardens.

That’s it?

You heard noise next to you as someone else was getting their mail. The guy from last night. You tried not to cause attention to yourself. You walked back over to the office saying your key was fine and headed towards the stairs. You had to pass the mailboxes again to get to there.

You saw the guy look in your direction as you walked forward.

“Hey….I’m sorry for last night I was just trying to finish my work.” He apologized.

“No I’m sorry for making so much noise.” You smiled.

“I’m Yoongi.” He reached out his hand.

“I’m (Y/N).” You shook his hand.

“Do you need any help unpacking?” He kindly offered.

“No that’s okay I only have a few boxes left.” The shy person you were avoided any confrontation as possible. Even how cute this guy was.

“Okay well, you know where to find me.”

He went to the elevator. You were honestly afraid of elevators you avoided them at all cost. You were only on the third floor so it wasn’t a big deal.

As soon as you got to your room you continued unpacking, you had more then you led on.

“Sammy, don’t you dare touch that TV.” She looked at you then swatted at the cord making it fall out again. The irritating noise come back.

“Sammy!” You ran to your TV hitting the power button turning off the sound. You didn’t bother even looking for the remote because you knew you wouldn’t find it.

You heard a instant knock on your door. “You’re making me look bad Sammy.”

(I actually talk to my cat, not crazy cat lady way but like this, so I hope this is not weird xD lol)

You opened the door to see the familiar face of annoyance. “Need help with your TV again?”

“I’m sorry but I turned it off quicker this time.” He walked into your apartment again uninvited. He sat down in front of your cable box attempting to screw in the cable.

“Here’s your problem.” He sat up. “Your cable adapter is broken….it just spins it doesn’t tighten that’s probably why it keeps falling out.”

“Oh.”

“Your gonna need a new one.”

“Here I have a better idea.” You grabbed the duct tape and started to unwrap it.

“Really? Duct tape doesn’t fix everything.” He arched his eyebrows.

“It will do for now so Sammy won’t knock it out again.”

“Sammy?” He asked.

“My cat.” You confirmed.

He laughed. “Of course.”

His laugh was beautiful.

What were you thinking, you just met this guy and he seemed like a grouch. No offense.

He looked around your apartment seeing the mess. “It looks like you still have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah….I’m not exactly sure where I’m putting everything yet.” You bit inside your cheek.

“Need any help?”

“That’s okay I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay.” He nodded and made his way towards your door. “Hopefully your cat can keep it quiet.” He smiled causing you to blush.

Why was his smile so perfect? Why was he effecting you this way?

-

You woke at 5am on this Saturday morning so you can start your morning shift at 6am. You worked with your parents twice a week but you also had a full time job at the local restaurant for about two years now.

It was nicer since you only had to travel a few blocks but now you were on your own so it was either walk or city bus since you didn’t have a car.

You hated working at the restaurant, it was always busy at night and you had to deal with rich snobs. There was occasional sweet people who left you nice tips but that was a rare occasion. You were trying to work your way through school. You still had two years left.

“You’re late sweetie.” Your mother scolded you.

“I’m sorry, the bus was late.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you taking the bus.”

“It’s fine mom.”

“You should of worked on getting a car first before moving into an apartment.” You rolled your eyes. She was always like this.

“Mom I’m 21 now, I need to be on my own.”

“Okay fine then be on time.” You squinted your eyes.

Your parents owned a local pharmacy in the city.

-

As soon as you dragged your self off the bus you were already tired. Saturdays were your busy day at the pharmacy. When you reached your apartment entrance you decided to stop at the mail box.

You opened your box and it only had a few letters in there. You couldn’t imagine you having mail already. As soon as you pulled them out you noticed the name saying Min Yoongi.

You felt a mini anxiety attack meaning you had to bug him again.

When you got to your floor you stood outside his door taking a deep breath before you lifted your fist and softly knocked.

You heard the door handle turn not to long after. When he opened the door he seemed surprised to see you there.

He didn’t say anything he just stared waiting for you to say something.

“Um….your mail was in my mail box by accident.” You looked down handing over his mail.

“They do that a lot…they probably have dyslexia.”

You pursed your lips. “Okay well-” You started to turn around.

“Wait.” He stopped you suddenly. “Can I ask your advice on something?”

You looked at him confused. He moved to the side so you could walk through. He shut the door behind you making you jump. You didn’t know why you felt so intimidated by him.

You waited until he led you to a open space next to the living room. He had a grand piano next to a Yamaha electronic keyboard.

“I want advice from an outsiders point of view instead of my friends who hear my stuff all the time.”

He sat down at the piano and he looked at you signaling you to sit next to him. You noticed the music sheet on the stand labeled ’Butterfly’.

He brushed the keys before he pressed down playing the first note. The song was unbelievably gentle. It gave you some inner feeling you couldn’t explain. You had chills, you have never heard anything so beautiful in your entire life.

The song felt emotional.

After he was done he looked forward, like he was thinking until he turned to you. “Was it okay?”

“Okay? It was beautiful.” You sweetly smiled.

“Really?”

“Yeah….you wrote that?”

He nodded. “Amazing.”

“Thank you.”

-

For the past week you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head. The way he smiled, even though that wasn’t often. But yet you couldn’t figure him out. One moment he was grouchy the next he was sweet.

You couldn’t even tell if he likes you or not. He’s either knocking on your door telling you you’re being too loud or he’s inviting you over for advice then kicks you out.

You were a dance major so once you hooked up your stereo you were always practicing, which often caused Yoongi coming over asking you to lower the music.

-

You were living at the apartment for a month now and you had a huge audition coming up so you had to practice as much as you could.

You had your music at a dim volume so Yoongi wouldn’t come pounding on your door again, it got to the point that every time he saw you he was constantly wearing a annoyed expression and he hasn’t invited you over since that one day two weeks ago. You came to the conclusion that he didn’t like you.

You practiced your whole routine twice through still needing to practice it.

As you started the third time you heard loud music coming next door. You stopped immensely to turn your music up a little more but that made no effect. It seemed his music just got louder. For the past ten minutes you just tried to ignore it but it had no use. You stopped your music and left your apartment in a rage.

You buzzed his doorbell and knocked as loud as you could. He opened the door arching his eyebrows. You heard a echo of his music coming from another room.

“Can you please keep it down?” You shouted.

“Sorry am I too loud?” He smirked.

“I’ve been keeping my end low lately.” You argued.

“I can still hear yours, so I just decided to turn mine up.”

“I have an important audition coming up.” You basically whined.

“Oh, that’s why your dressed like that.” He referred to your ballet sweats.

You glared at his cocky smile. “I’m being serious.”

“Well sorry I’m doing my job.”

“Is your job being rude as fuck?” Your shy side no longer an issue.

Yoongi stepped back with a surprised expression but he still had a smile on his face. You also saw that he had guest so you immediately toned down.

“Okay I’ll turn it down if you do.” He smirked again.

You rolled your eyes and stormed back to your room.

You knew you weren’t being that loud he’s trying to get back at you.

“You have a friendly neighbor.” Jhope laughed sarcastically at his friend.

“She’s cute.” Jimin said making Yoongi smile.

-

You wasted too much time angry at Yoongi that you had to already get ready for your night shift at the restaurant.

It was 9:30pm and you were counting down the time you could go home. You still had a dreadful four hours. You stood to the waiting area for another family or couple to be seated. You looked at the direction of a young couple entering the dinning area. Your eyes widen as you had to take a double glance towards the pair.

It wad Yoongi with a girl. She was beautiful. Of course he has a girlfriend.

Wait a minute, why did you all of a sudden feel jealous? After today you never want to see or hear from him again.

You don’t care. You don’t care.

You kept repeating.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your manger whisper shout at you. You looked at him and he pointed to the young couple.

Of course. You have to seat him.

You made your way over to them and bowed. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes and then he smirked. He didn’t say a word that he knew you, which you were kind of grateful for. You lead them to their table and pulled out your pad.

“Hello I’m (Y/N) and I’ll be your server, can I start you with some drinks?” You asked professionally.

“I’ll take a water….Suga?” She tried to get his attention. He looked up from the menu.

“Same.” Then looked back down.

You walked away getting ready to get their drinks. Why did she call him Suga? Was it some cliche couple name? Why were you caring so much?

“Why so grumpy?” One of the cooks laughed as you set up the drinks.

“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically.

“Are you guys ready to order?” You said as sweet as you can while putting their drinks on the table.

“Yeah.”

She ordered and then he just agreed on whatever she was having.

The rest of the night was a blur, as you waited in your service area, you occasionally caught Yoongi glance at you and he would do his annoying smirk.

You honestly couldn’t get him through your head. Was he purposely trying to annoy you or make you uncomfortable because it was working.

Cleaning up their table you collected the envelope where they placed the tip and put it in your pocket with the rest of your tips.

Later that night you dragged yourself up the stairs through your apartment complex. You dreaded this job, but it was too good of a paycheck to pass up.

As soon as you entered your room, the shoes came flying off. You heard faint piano keys from the room over. What was he still doing up? It was 1:30am.

It reminded you to check your tips. You opened the envelope from.his table. You pulled out the amount and looked at it confused. This must be a mistake. $300. You never got that high of a tip before.

You knew he was up so you made your way next door knocking. You heard the piano stop suddenly and not to long the door opened.

He had a habit of not greeting you, he would just stare and wait for you to speak first.

“I think you accidentally gave me too much money.” You waved the envelope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Yoongi this is $300….even rich people with ten houses don’t give me that much.”

“That’s how much we gave you.” It looked like he was almost going to shut his door in your face

“Well…its too much….I appreciate it but I’m not struggling or anything.”

“It’s fine, my friend has a lot of money….you deserve it.”

Before you could speak he did shut the door in your face.

You deserve it? You went back to your apartment confused. How would he know? Yoongi was a puzzle that you were trying to figure out. Even though your close to finishing it there’s always one piece that’s missing.

-

It was the end of next week and your last day to practice your dance routine and of course Yoongi had his music interrupting your music again.

You marched back over pounding on his door. His music never stopped so he probably didn’t hear you. You jiggled the handle and saw that it was opened. You didn’t see him once you entered. You just followed the music until you stood in front of another door. You turned the knob and saw a studio type den.

He was sat down in a chair in front of a panel filled with hundreds of switches and buttons.

“Yoongi!” You shouted over the music. He slightly jumped and turned the music down to a dim.

“What do you want?”

“Don’t you own a pair of headphones?” You snapped.

“Yes.” He smirked.

“Why are you doing This? To get back at me? I’m sorry for the past few weeks okay…..so can you please stop punishing me I’ve been playing my music low every night for you.” You rambled.

“Why should I, I pay to live here and I’ve gotten no complaints till you lived here.”

“Why are you such a jerk?” You yelled.

“If I’m such a jerk then move.” He stood up.

“You know what, good idea.” You turned around and headed towards his door.

You were close to his opened door but before you could leave he beat you to it and closed the door with his presence behind you.

“I’m sorry okay.” You turned around and walked backwards until your back hit the door from how close he was. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Why do you care….you hate me.” Your tone of voice was still agrivated.

You saw him lean in closer. “I dont hate you.” He glanced at your lips before looking into your eyes again. You saw him lean in even closer that you could feel his breath on your lips.

You were tempted to fill in the rest of the space but your mind flashed back to the restaurant. He had a girlfriend. You weren’t gonna be some homewrecker to some innocent girl who has a cheating boyfriend.

“Can you let me leave please.” You said softly.

“Do you hate me?” He asked sadly.

You didn’t answer you just closed your eyes to avoid his gaze. “Please Yoongi.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” He backed up and opened the door. After you left you couldn’t help but feel guilty. The look on his face was haunting.

-

The only positive thing this week was that you passed your audition with flying colors but the rest of the week was quiet. You didn’t have to practice or neither did you hear Yoongis music through your wall. You were happy but yet you felt lonely.

But you tried to not feel guilty, he wanted you to suffer and you did.

It was Monday so you had the night off. Thank God.

You were about to cook yourself some dinner when you heard a loud irritating noise. You looked over to where it was coming from and you saw your cat playing with the cable again.

“Sammy!” You ran over and chased her away from the TV. You quickly hit the switch making it quiet again. You expected a knock on your door immediately but nothing. You went back to the kitchen to go back to cooking. You were actually quite sad honestly, you wanted him to go to your door like before.

After you finished your meal, you went back over to the TV and plugged the cable on. When you turned it on it was still a loud irritating static.

What the hell? The cable was in. You turned your TV off again to make it quiet. You pulled out the cable to look at it. It was broken, actually more chewed off.

“Sammy.” You mentally argued. She must of just did that. You put your shoes on getting ready to leave. You needed to buy a new cable, you couldn’t just sit in silence for the rest of the night.

As soon as you opened your door, Yoongi was waiting on the outside. “Having trouble with your TV?” He smirked.

“My cat chewed it up.” You looked down.

“You need a spare?” He asked.

“You have a spare?” He nodded.

“I was gonna give it to you before but then you pulled out the duct tape.” He smiled making you blush.

He tilted his head for you to follow him. And you did.

When you entered his apartment you closed the door behind you. He went to the end of the hall into a walk in closet. He leaned down and grabbed a fresh new cable that was still in its package.

He stood back up and handed it to you. He looked at you with hungry eyes. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke as he handed it to you.

“Do you need help hooking that up?”

“Um…I-” He caused you to stumble over your words as he leaned in closer to you, resting his hand on the wall next to you.

He smiled as you attempted to speak. You closed your eyes. The last thing you saw was him leaning in closer but this time you were frozen. You finally felt his lips brush yours. It felt nice. You didn’t push him away, your lips actually responded against his. He gently pulled your hips to his feeling every inch of him closer to you.

Before you could go in any deeper. You softly pushed him away. “What about your girlfriend?”

He laughed. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You looked at him confused. “But what about at the restaurant-”

“That’s not my girlfriend…we work together and she invited me out for dinner.”

Now that you thought about it, that night you never seen them being affectionate. It was wrong for you to assume.

“So…” He waited for you to do something. “Can I kiss you again?”

You blushed as he leaned in forward. You bit your lip nervously while you nodded in approval. He once again broke the free space bringing his lips towards your.

This time he didn’t hold back, he kissed you desperately. Like he wanted to for a while. He lifted you up and carried to the next room over which was his studio. He sat you on his desk and immediately started sucking on your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.

You felt his hand make it’s way up your shirt playing with the hooks of your bra. You toyed with the waist band of his sweats making his voice moan vibrating your skin. You felt chills run down your spin.

He left your neck and went back to your lips. He moved his tongue inside to explore every inch. The butterflies went off when You felt his member poking you through his thigh. You had the urge to reach through his pants grabbing him but your shy side didn’t want to make anything uncomfortable.

He pulled away noticing how you stiffened up. “You can tell me to stop, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I feel that way about you.” He arched his eyebrows confused. “I want to um-” You nervously stumbled.

“Say no more.” He leaned in kissing you again tugging on your sweat pants. He pulled them off in a swift motion dragging down your underwear also. He pulled away slightly to admire your body. You smiled as he started tugging on his own pants.

But before you could get a look at him he kissed you again. You felt his member brush your folds before pushing in. You arched in pain as you tried to adjust to his size.

He didn’t give you much time as he started thrusting into you. The pain was visible for the first few pumps until it turned into pleasure. You tilted your head back enjoying the pleasure.

You heard him giggle watching you skirm. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk as you felt your body reach its climax. Your moans were pretty much uncontrollable at this point. The feeling hit you immensely, you felt weak but he kept his quick pace working up his own release.

He continued to rock against you until you heard a ring enter the quiet room. You giggled as he rolled his eyes but he didn’t stop. You leaned in and kissed him passionately while he hit his release.

You both took a second to catch your breath. “Your phone’s still ringing.” You whispered.

He leaned back and made a cute groaning sound. He pulled his pants up while going to his phone.

“Yeah?” He answered annoyed.

“What took you so long to answer the phone?” You heard the other end. You slid off the desk and pull your pants back up.

“I was busy.”

“I’m outside your door.” You heard the female.

You watched as his eyes widen. Then turn to annoyance. “Okay.”

Then he hung up. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“My sister’s here.” He walked out of the room while you followed him.

“You want me to go?” You asked before he made it to the door.

“No…please stay.” He begged.

You went over to the couch and sat down. He opened the door for his sister greeting her in the process.

You glanced back and you never felt more anxiety.

“(Y/N)?”

“Jisoo?” There stood your best friend, who happened to be sister’s with the guy you just slept with.

-

Masterlist | Part 2

I just watched a french fry challenge on YouTube where you are blind folded and have to guess where different fries come from, and now I want an AU where Stiles is a vlogger who challenges Derek to the french fry challenge and if Derek loses, he has to go on a date with him. 

Despite being a french fry connoisseur, Stiles loses the game. He tries to play it casual, tries to be a good sport about it, but he’s actually just plain miserable that he won’t get the chance to take Derek out on that date and woo him. He knows it’s stupid but he just….really wanted the chance to prove to Derek he can be romantic and deserving of him and all that couply jazz. He wanted one setting where he didn’t have to be careful about flirting with Derek too obviously. One night where he could just look a him without feeling self conscious when Derek caught him and chalk it up to the “Stilinski date experience” or something equally as pathetic.  

Basically, he just wanted one night to know what it felt like to hold Derek Hale’s hand (if Derek would have even let him). 

Derek leaves and Stiles mopes for the rest of the day, trying not to feel sorry for himself and utterly, utterly heart broken. Again, stupid, but he’s been pining after Derek for years. He’s considering going to bed early when his door bell rings and standing there, dressed in a fancy cardigan with a bottle of wine and - several bags of….chicken based snacks? - is Derek, asking if he’s up for “another challenge”. 

Stiles loses again but it’s okay because the moment Derek wins, he turns to him and with a grin that can only be described as the love child of ‘shy’ and ‘shit eating’ (if that is even possible), he cups Stiles’ cheek and says, “I’m going to claim my prize now.” 

The kiss tastes like chicken and too much salt but Stiles doesn’t care because it’s the best kiss of his entire life and his stomach won’t quit doing somersaults.

Aaliyah

Originally posted by mercyonmendes

Pairing: Shawn x Reader x Aaliyah

Request: Hello I would like to request something, so I was thinking of this cute imagine where you supposed to be visiting Shawn in Canada but his flight gets delayed so you get there and he isn’t there and he’s a little worried because it’s your first time in Canada and you’re not answering your phone or anything just to find out that you decided to spend the entire day with his sister instead?

Warnings: Me attemping to write fluff = chaos so dont expect it to be good lmao

A/N: Ok so like this isnt long its kinda short and i apoligize for that but like i’m writing back to back imagines and keeping up w school so please bear w me


“I’m sorry Ma’am, but you have missed your flight.” The woman said making me sigh, I was supposed to be on a plane to Canada to meet my boyfriend’s family for the first time and just spend time with them, but I missed my flight.

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the signs when the door bell rings
  • Aries: Get the knife.
  • Taurus: Ooh, guests!
  • Gemini: *hides pistol behind them and puts on a smile*
  • Cancer: *starts freaking out, crying, looking through the blinds*
  • Leo: Let's fuck 'em UP
  • Virgo: I knew I shouldn't have trusted that "FreeTV4Free" site.
  • Libra: Everything's probably okay. I'll take my chances.
  • Scorpio: BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK ARF ARF ARF GRRRRR
  • Sagittarius: *walks through back door, never comes back*
  • Capricorn: *on the intercom* you have 5 seconds to get off the premises.
  • Aquarius: *opens door, runs away, leaves walkie talkie next to door* Yes what do you want
  • Pisces: *just doesn't answer door*
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I’m really not sure about the ending but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer! Thank you for reading and for being so excited about me writing again after months of nothing- it means the whole world and more (also thank you if you’ve even bothered to read this boring, sappy note). 

Enjoy my lovelies and let me know your thoughts, I’m quite proud of the most part of this xx

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Strike three | M

Summary: No one can be cold like Kim Taehyung, but no one can warm you up like him.

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader obviously

Word count: 8k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dirty talk shitloads, light spanking, blindfolds? Handcuffs? Feather play? And Taehyung in like, general. Yeah.

A/N: So i wanted to start my first fic off with a bang (haha get it? Jin would be so proud), and this happened. Dedicated vv sincerely, with my whole heart to @taexyla

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Rain patters down hard around you, beside you, and on your head. You curse the Rain God- whoever that damn bastard is (Dude! The basic concept of timing. Please!)- as you plummet your feet into the uneven pavement, gritting your teeth as you glance from your bright phone screen back to the number on the gate again. Nope. Not this one either.

Just what sin you’d committed in your past life to deserve this remains a mystery. Just what you-

Ah! There it is.

The stone ground is hard beneath your cobbled feet as you are faced with uncountable red bricks and a rich splendour of sophistication in the air, and nerves set right into your stomach as you keen upon the ghastly mansion that stands before you.  Your eyes circle around its magnificent sheen walls, zeroing in on a practically everything, thoughts widely biased on how appropriate it would be to hurl a mountain at the place right about now.

Bloody rich-

You shiver. The open streets are really no place for the chilly winter air, and you really are no person to subject yourself to these utterly unnecessary conditions, yet here you are, utterly ballistic at the opportunity to face the bundle of joy that is your boss.  Again. As if seeing your employer for the past eleven hours wasn’t enough. Karma is just in love with you today…

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Meant to Be (4)

Meant to Be Masterlist

Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 963

Warnings: None!?

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE. NO MORE ROOM ON PERMANENT OR BUCKY TAGLIST. Sorry but this is hard.

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anonymous asked:

Request: fluffy/angst/smut of Minho(Shinee)dominant/filthy. With lots of dirty talk, spanking, and chocking. PLOT: minho and y/n are besties, but y/n is in love with him. He has a gf. But she cheats, but y/n knew she was bad and tried to warn him.

the amount of times you used Y/N almost confused my poor self but anyways here you go~

Intentions: 

“I told you she was a filthy slut.” You shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead towards the Television, your fingers buried deep into the Cheetos bag. Wrinkling up your nose and squinting at the show you lifted your hands to lift off the cheese that was left over from your orange fingers. The male beside you was strangely quiet but you paid no mind to it as you continued to run your mouth. “She was a slut, she was the worst type of person with that attitude and I tried to warn you over and over again but you just let her walk all over you. Fool.” Sighing you got up to head towards the kitchen but before you could even get out of the front room good enough you were slammed against the wall, a strong veiny hand around your neck choking you. Minho looked at you with hard dark eyes, bringing his face closer to yours as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes, a snarl ripping from his throat he brought his hand up to slap your face lightly using the same hand to grab at your locks, a surprised moan had escaped your lips. Your hand gripped onto his hand and you tried to jerk it down form your throat as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“Do you want to repeat what you said? Because, if I’m not mistaken you were the same slut begging to have my dick shoved down that pretty little throat of yours a month ago.” Minho reminded you pressing his body hard against yours.


Minho was someone who was your best friend since childhood. He had taken care of you and you had done the same with him. He was your whole word after your family of course. And everyone nearly found it uncanny how a guy and girl could be so close but not touch each other. But little did they know, you wanted that. At first of course the relationship was strictly just best friends. Looking out for each other, studying late together and being each other’s refuge. And when the years started to roll around that you were both in high school you started to dress up more, putting on makeup and occasionally skimpy outfits so that he would notice you and want you in the ways you were starting to want him. But instead of him wanting you he looked the other way.

“Y/N go put on more clothes! I don’t want to see you in such short things and I damn sure do not want any other guy seeing you like this.” He remarked one time you were both getting ready to go out to a party and all you had on was a short dress just covering your ass but it was low cut around your breast. Feeling defeat you had changed out of what you had on and came up with a lie that you suddenly felt sick and didn’t want to go anymore.

And things like that kept happening, everything you did he shot it down, not really noticing you like you wanted to. But still you were persistent trying to get with him because he was the only man you had ever thought of being with. He had completed you and through all the ups and downs you had wanted him. And you were not the only girl who noticed his beauty or wanted him but you felt you had years over anyone that tried to get with him.

“What do you mean g-girlfriend?” You asked Minho sitting in front of you with a brunette attached to his hips holding his hands. They were the perfect couple, a title that you wanted with him, and here he was with her sharing everything you wanted. He looked at you with excited eyes planting not one but two kisses on the female’s lips causing her to become flustered and cling onto him.

“Isn’t it great? She’s the most wonderful girl I had ever met!” He exclaimed looking at her with bright eyes full of love. And that was the moment your world crashing down around you. Your best friend, the guy you had been crushing on for over four years now didn’t want you. He wanted her instead. And you had known he probably would have turned you down but to see it, the knife that was drove into your heart was deeper than any wound you had ever felt. Not able to even fake your hurt you got up from the table and quickly turned away walking from the coupe in front of you and out of Minho’s life.

Your life started to spiral out of control. The good grades you had gotten in college had started to turn into C’s and D’s instead of all A’s. You had also avoided Minho, taking different routes instead of the ones you and he used to take. Your sexual life was also out of control, losing your first to some random stranger at a bar and that was how it started. You would fuck anyone who looked your way just wanting to forget about Minho but it was no use, instead you had just ended up empty, a broken girl alone and devastated. You didn’t even try to make new friends, just hanging out with yourself in your house where you assumed no one could hurt you, and since your parents were always busy and taking trips that you couldn’t go on because of school it all worked out. Until one day you heard your door bell ring. Confused you opened it to see a very upset Minho. Eyes red from crying you assumed something happened with his girlfriend, to later find out that he was upset about losing you. Some part of you had been slightly relived but knowing he would never love you back was something bitter to swallow down. But besides all of it you and Minho started to become back friends once again hanging out and catching up on old times. His girlfriend would call clearly not liking the fact that you two had gotten back friends often telling him to leave you early or make him stand you up on some days. It drove you mad.

“I saw her Minho!” You cried out slapping your hands down against his chest. “She was there with him!” You cried out wanting him to believe you. His girlfriend was a cheater, a smooth liar that had him wrapped around her fingers.

“Oh yeah?! Then where is the proof Y/N?” He shouted at you pushing you back. “You mean to tell me, you come here to accuse my girlfriend but you don’t have proof?” He asked you again and you nodded your head.

“If I would’ve taken a picture she would have seen the flash! She would have said something or anything to cover it up! Why can’t you just believe me Minho.. I love you! I’d do anything for you! Anything..” You muttered resting your hand on his crotch the alcohol in your system not helping you think straight. Minho had looked down at you and you pushed him lightly against the wall getting on your knees to kiss through his pants. “Let me prove it to you. Please. Let me make you feel better.” You had insinuated with your mouth you could make it all go away and hearing Minho chuckle and stroke your hair you felt you had gotten through it.

“You’re jealous. That’s what this is, ahh Y/N I never thought you would’ve been so low.” Minho commented tearing you from him.

The whole ordeal left you in a shouting match, harsh words were said and you pushed him out of your life for good slamming the door so that he couldn’t follow you outside as you ran away from him. All those twenty plus years just gone down the drain and out of the window. Everything ruined, everything fucked up. Everything broken.


It was 3 AM and very rainy outside, hard pellets hitting against the window as you watched the TV zoning in and out of sleep. Letting your fingers work open the bag of cheetos you had a late-night snack just waiting for yourself to fall asleep. You had been staying up lately and you didn’t necessarily know why but sleeping sometimes brought you pain so you tried to avoid it at all costs. Hearing the doorbell ring repeatedly you had grumpily gotten up from your sitting position with a bat in your hand walking towards the door. Opening it you started to mouth off at someone only to look Minho in the face. Dropping the bat a bit you were going to close the door in his face, but his hand reached out and stopped it blocking it between the two of you. “Please.” He said simply and you let him into your house, fighting off all the feelings that were threatened to ruin your heart and everything else.

Minho had explained everything to you that had happened, the photos on her phone that he found, how she was getting careless and staying out at inconsistent times of the night but blaming work and study groups. “I had followed her, only to see her there with that asshole. Just tongue buried deep. He had his fucking hands all up her dress in her panties.” He growled fingers balled up and angry tears streaking down his face. You had tried to warn him but to hear him say it, brought you slight happiness on the inside.

“I KNEW IT! I WAS RIGHT!” You jumped up yelling instead of checking on him. Minho lifted an eyebrow before he clenched his jaw watching you run around the front room getting too hype and then sitting back down beside him. His blood was boiling but he tried to hold it in. Until you started to brag again that was.

“I told you she was a filthy slut.” You shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead towards the Television, your fingers buried deep into the Cheetos bag. Wrinkling up your nose and squinting at the show you lifted your hands to lift off the cheese that was left over from your orange fingers. The male beside you was strangely quiet but you paid no mind to it as you continued to run your mouth. “She was a slut, she was the worst type of person with that attitude and I tried to warn you over and over again but you just let her walk all over you. Fool.” Sighing you got up to head towards the kitchen but before you could even get out of the front room good enough you were slammed against the wall, a strong veiny hand around your neck choking you. Minho looked at you with hard dark eyes, bringing his face closer to yours as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes, a snarl ripping from his throat he brought his hand up to slap your face lightly using the same hand to grab at your locks, a surprised moan had escaped your lips. Your hand gripped onto his hand and you tried to jerk it down form your throat as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“Do you want to repeat what you said? Because, if I’m not mistaken you were the same slut begging to have my dick shoved down that pretty little throat of yours a month ago.” Minho reminded you pressing his body hard against yours.

Whimpering slightly, you shook your head at his words, your face heating up at the thought of it because he had rejected you. Minho smirked at the fear in your eyes slowly dragging you to your knees he pushed his hips against your face, rubbing his bulge across your nose and lips he moved his hand to your hair pulling on the locks. “Do you know how hard I’ve fought myself to knock fuck you Y/N?” Minho asked hissing as he pushed his hips harder against your face rutting his hips. Your mind was hazy, your hands pressing against his legs to pull away because what he was saying couldn’t be true. “It started in high school. And fuck it’s just gotten worst. This tight little body and those perky ass breast. I bet that pussy is so tight and wet. Untouched.” He was rutting his hips harder, the bulge starting to strain against the confines of his pants he stopped when he heard you mumble some unclear words.

“What did you just say?” He asked stilling his hips.

“I-I’m not a virgin anymore..” You admitted gripping onto his pants ashamed and not wanting to look at him. Minho’s blood grew cold jerking your head back he looked down at you with hard eyes.

“You really are a slut.” He spat in your face and you leaned forward to bite on his leg causing him to yelp.

“You didn’t fucking want me! I even threw myself at you and you rejected me! More than once how fucking dare you at least those other men knew how to please me! They knew what they wanted and they weren’t some weak ass boy holding back his feelings.” You shouted at him once again clearly not thinking before you spoke. Minho picked you up by your hair slamming you against the wall smirking.

“You’re fucking right. And since I’m a man right now, let me show you exactly what I want.” Minho threw you on his shoulder carrying you towards your room that he remembered very well. He threw you on the bed and before you could move too far he had you pinned down on your stomach, his hands gripping at your hands. He reached under your bed feeling for the handcuffs you had stolen from the sex shop when you were 16. Moving your hands up the bed he flipped you on your back handcuffing your hands to the headboard. “I’ll make you want me Y/N.” Minho spoke with thick want, his whole demeanor changing and it had you breathing quickly already. Shaking your head side to side you closed your legs biting your bottom lip.

“I don’t want you anymore Minho.” You spoke lying to him as he watched you. He responded with nothing, wrenching your legs open he moved between them his hands moving under your shirt slowly until he was gripping your bare breast that didn’t have a bra on. He groaned playing with your nipples his fingertips flicking over the buds causing you to moan and arch your back, your cover blown quickly because it was his touch you had longed for all these years.

“Fuck, I always loved staying a night because you never wore any bras.. Or panties.” He recalled sliding a large hand down to grip at your shorts pulling them up against your stomach. The fabric showing your bare pussy lips through them he smirked up at you quickly jerking them down from your legs he threw them off your body and onto the floor watching you try to squirm. “What? Scared that I’ll find out you’re really wet for me?” He asked you as he crawled back between your legs.

“Go fuck yourself.” You repeated to him and in response he pulled his hands back to grip at your shirt ripping it down the middle and pulling it off your body. The scraps of white along the floor. Minho slapped at your breast repeatedly, causing you to hiss and whine. “Who told you to speak?” He asked as he slapped harder against your breast. Pinching your nipples, he pulled on them causing you to shriek in pain.

“I do what the fuck I want you’re not my daddy!” You countered trying to jerk on the handcuffs and get free. Minho paused his hands staring down at your reddened body for a while. He got up and looked around your floor, grabbing at your panties he climbed onto your hips straddling you he crashed his lips down against yours silencing you with a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip asking for entrance and though you were melting at the kiss you couldn’t forgive him so easily. Shaking your head no, he slipped his hand down to caress your pussy causing you to gasp in surprise. He immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth sucking and flicking his tongue against your dominating the kiss. He let his tongue flick and grip onto yours trying to suck your mouth dry. His tongue ran over your cheeks, teeth and the roof of your mouth before he pulled back slowly watching the thin trail of spit between the two of you. Sighing he pulled back. “Maybe I shouldn’t do this.. I may hurt you Y/N.” You were shocked, how dare he come in here and do such things to you only to tell you this.

“Excuse me?! How fucking dare, you! I’m not a child and I can take anything! I’m not this soft little-“Your words were cut off by your panties being shoved in your mouth choking you out.

“I knew you would say that. Gullible as ever. Try to hold on princess.” He winked at you climbing from the bed. You felt played. Your eyes were wide as he started to search into your room looking for anything that he could use on you. Rummaging through more drawers and your closet he chuckled darkly as he only found one vibrator but it would do for now. Plugging it up into the wall he moved to you, climbing back into between your legs. “Baby girl we are going to have to go buy you toys tomorrow.” He commented and it made everything in you break. You nodded your head slowly and happy that he was finally giving you some attention. Minho pressed your legs over his shoulder getting on his stomach, he turned on the vibrator on the lowest setting. He parted your pussy lips with one of his hands looking at the wet pink slit and groaning softly. Opening his mouth, he let his warm breath ghost against your slit, causing you to get wetter from just the anticipation. His warm wet tongue slowly slid up your slit to your clit causing a loud muffled cry to rip from your lips. You looked down at him your eyes hooded and watering already from the pleasure. Minho let his tongue continue to drag up and down your heat as he teased you, playing with your slit. He wrapped his mouth around your clit sucking gently on the bud and pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit he didn’t give you enough that would make you cum only enough to build you up. Pulling back after a while he pressed the head of the vibrator against your clit watching you squirm and moan out for him, it was a turn on and definitely making him harder than he ever thought possible.

Minho moved to shove his tongue into your pussy, moaning against you to let the vibrations ring out against your body. He flicked his tongue in and out of you hard and fast, curving it and letting the juices slid down his chin. Your taste was something like water, a little sweetness to it that he could taste all day and be satisfied. Burying his head into your pussy he grazed it against your walls, letting your legs squeeze around his head and pull him closer. After some time, he pulled back from your dripping folds only to press down on of your legs against the bed, letting the spit gather in his mouth he opened his mouth letting the spit fall down onto your opening getting you wetter. Then he did it again this time letting it press against your tight asshole. He moved to flick his tongue in and out of your asshole licking up the spit that had trailed inside of you. Burning with embarrassment you jerked harder at the cuffs trying to get free to pull him away. He changed the setting of the vibrator to medium quickly sliding it up and down your clit with his hand wrapped around it tightly he moved it causing you to lay back against the bed and cry out for pleasure, your body on fire limbs tightening as your stomach got tightened up. He pulled back from your asshole after eating you out kissing up your body slowly. He created dark spots onto your stomach and parted thighs marking you as his finally. He moved the vibrator from your pussy he moved it to sit on the bed. He slid three fingers into you causing you to wince as he jammed them in and out of you, he thrusted them quickly in and out of you curving them he pushed them deep inside of you. He shook his hand side to side, pressing the head of the vibrator back against you. He watched your body convulse for him, moving his fingers faster with a growl he was instantly satisfied when he saw the clear liquid coming out of you. Squirting all over your sheets you cried out in pleasure, his name leaving your lips around your dampen panties. He groaned letting his arm get wet as well as your hips jerked up harshly and you rode his fingers. Minho pulled them from you licking off the liquid eyes blazed he was needy for you his desire swelling up to the point of no return. He climbed off the bed turning off the vibrator he undressed himself and your eyes sucked in his body every ounce of his skin, his taught abs that you wanted to lick across always. until he was start naked and straddling your neck. Pulling the panties from your mouth he slid your mouth open letting his hardened tip rest against your plump lips. He was so big the veins you could feel on your bottom lip. Your tongue coming out to flick against his tip he moaned out in pleasure nodding his head because that’s what he wanted. You continued to tease him only flicking your tongue up and down his tip digging your pink muscle into the flesh and pulling out his precum. Minho growled sliding his hips forward burying his shaft into your mouth. He started to face fuck you one hand grabbing at your hair he pushed your head down on his thrusted his hips forward moaning your name out. His head rolled back as he lost himself at the pleasure of fucking your throat raw. The sound of your choking, the spit falling down from your chin, he reached back to slap at your pussy with one hand his balls slapped at your chin. He felt his stomach tightening as he got closer but he slowed down, rolling his hips against your throat he brought up his free hand to pinch your nose cutting off your breath for a bit. Snapping his hips forward he buried himself down your throat feeling you swallow around his dick with what energy you had left. Seeing your eyes drop he pulled back from you letting you cough and breath with your chest heaving.

He moved back between your legs, wrapping them around your waist, he gripped his dick at the base rubbing the tip up and down your dripping entrance. Slowly he pushed inside of you groaning as he buried himself into you. He made sure he gave you every inch watching as your lips flew open and you gave a silent cry of pleasure. He ground his hips against yours not pulling back causing tiny moans to fall from your lips as he felt the insides of your walls.

“So fucking tight..” He groaned as he pulled out until only his tip was remaining, pushing forward slowly he buried himself at a slow pace wanting to drag it out of you. Watching your pretty face contort in pleasure that was all he needed along with your moans and occasionally moans of his name. He reached down to lick across your hardened breast biting gently on the buds and letting his teeth scrape against the skin as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His hands moving to grab at your ass cheeks gripping onto the flesh he slapped your ass cheeks drawing even more moans from your lips.

“H-harder.” You cried out softly feeling he was being too soft.

“Harder?” He asked and you nodded your head. He growled snapping his hips forward burying himself inside of you, he let his hand come back to cup your cheek before he slapped the flesh again earning moans of approval from you. He gave you a few slaps before he was slamming two fingers into your mouth and pulling your chin down. He groaned watching you rolling his hips in a circle he made sure to push as deep as he could.

“My fucking dirty little slut. Look at how good you’re taking daddy’s dick. I never would’ve thought this sweet little pussy could handle so much.” He praised feeling your walls clamp down on him. “Tell me I’m the best you ever had.” He rasped out holding your eye contact. When you didn’t do what he asked he pulled out of you and flipped you on your stomach with the cuffs still intact. Pushing you up on your knees he spread your legs wide with his entering you once again. He started to thrust harder into you, reaching your spot from this angle his hands slapped at your ass cheeks turning them red with his hand print. He bit up your back slowly creating more marks. “Say it.” He demanded, missing your spot-on purpose. He wasn’t going to give into you, and it felt so good, you couldn’t keep holding it in.

“You’re the best I ever had Minho! Oh God!” You cried out arching your back when he started to slam harder into you his hips snapping against yours.

“Whose dirty little slut are you?” He asked gripping at your hands as he used his hips to knock you back down against the bed. Not pulling out he continued to grind his hips hard against your ass feeling your walls clamp down on him.

“I’m yours! All yours Minho!” You nodded your head as he destroyed your walls your responses becoming incoherent as you took deep breaths. Your stomach tightened and you knew from how you were shaking you were close and so did he.

“Beg.” He commanded sucking a hickey on your neck.

“Please Minho! Please fucking ruin my pussy let me cum Minho! I want to be your dirty little slut and release my cum all over your dick please daddy.” The last phrase slid out but you didn’t care you just wanted him to know how you felt. Nodding his head against your skin he moaned against your ear.

“Cum for daddy Y/N.” The way he moaned your name in that instance had you cumming onto his shaft, your body shaking under him and pussy clamping tightly around his dick squeezing him. He continued to moan and grunt against your ear from the feeling burying his load inside of you a few thrusts later. Your back arched and you whined feeling the warm cum exploding inside of your wet insides and sliding out of your sore pussy. He slowed down to give you lazy thrusts before he pulled out of you slowly. He watched his cum slide out of you and moving to uncuff you he went to get a towel and clean your body off slowly. Once he was done he pulled you onto his chest kissing your lips sweetly grabbing your chin he looked you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for all the hurt I caused you. I thought about that argument every day after it happened. I only wanted to hurt you so that you would stay away. I knew you loved me but I was so scared since we were both new to relationships we would hurt one another. I would hurt you. And I didn’t want that.. But I always thought about you and only you got me through being with her. Especially fucking her, her moans were obnoxious. He admitted wrinkling his nose. But I may have liked seeing you all jealous as well. It was cute, but if you would let me. Let’s try this again? Even it takes time.” He admitted with soft eyes. You soaked all his words in before you made your decision nodding your head you pecked his lips.

“I have only ever wanted you. And that will never change Minho, no matter what we go through.” 

Familiar ❁

Originally posted by peachyniel

❁ Kang Daniel x reader

❁ word count: 543

❁ your closet seems to be full of strangely familiar items…

“Once again, let me ask you, why are you here?” you asked when you opened your front door. In front of you was a very smiley Daniel holding snacks and soda. Now, you would have normally let him in without any question but it was 2am and you were rudely awaken by the ringing of your door bell and many notifications from your one and only.

“Because I miss you” Daniel answered sweetly. You gave him a look before he nervously chuckled and gave you his real reason. “The guys kicked me out because I kept on sleep talking and grinding my teeth”

You shrugged and stepped aside to let him in. After you checked what snacks he had brought of course. But as much as you wanted to eat them, you decided to be a responsible adult and put them away for tomorrow.

“Put some actual sleep clothes on, you look uncomfortable in those jeans” you said once you noticed his appearance. For some reason, your boyfriend thought it was a good idea to wear jeans instead of comfortable sleeping clothes.

“Check my closet” you told him as you went back into the comforts of your bed. He nodded and walked in there. Right before you could drift off to sleep again you could hear his laughter causing you to groan. Jaehwan was definitely affecting your boyfriend with his psycho laughter.

“Yah, let me sleep!” you yelled before you tried to sleep again. It was probably 2:30am by now and you were regretting all that coffee you had.

Daniel on the other hand was very amused. When he walked in your closet he didn’t expect to see some of the items that he saw. When he first walked in there, everything seemed normal. You had some dresses hung up, pants, shoes, you know the normal stuff.

What he didn’t expect was a whole section of the closet to be filled with his clothes. His automatic response to this was to laugh. His missing stussy hoodie was hanging up in the section along with all his missing t-shirts, flannels and basketball shorts.

He quickly slipped out of his clothes and slipped on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt before going over to you bed and climbing in with you. You of course were still awake and regretting life decisions facing the other way

“So y/n” Daniel started making you turn to face him.

“Yeah”

“Explain why you have all my missing clothing”

“Because they’re comfortable and you were the one that left them here”

Daniel laughed and wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer.

“Have you not noticed that I’ve been wearing your shirt to sleep this whole time?” You asked him while raising a brow. He shook his head and you sighed. Daniel could really be stupid at times. But he was your pick so you guess that said something about you too.

“Now go to sleep so I can sleep” you said ending your conversation. He compiled, content with you in his arms and having a place to sleep that didn’t have a complaining group of boys. But then right before you closed your eyes Daniel made a comment.

“I’m taking my Stussy hoodie back tomorrow”

“No”

Prompt: “You always this quiet?”

It happens. When you get nervous, you get quiet. You don’t know how or why. Your theory is that you don’t want to say something embarrassing in the wake of your nerves, you don’t say anything. So, Harry asks you on a date, you don’t even give him a verbal response. You just smile and nod your head.

“Good. I’ll see you Friday, my love.”

On the night of your date, you were rummaging through your closet when your door bell ring. You throw on a robe and run to the door, only to be met with a grinning Harry. He looked good enough to take a bite out of.

“Harry, come in. I just have to get ready and we can go.” You said to harry, as he took a seat I your living room and waited for you.

The whole drive to the restaurant and during the first part of dinner, you barley said a word to

Harry. But he was still polite and you listened as harry told you about his family and his career.

“So, enough about me, what about you?” Harry asked you, taking a bite of his salad.

“I mean…there’s not much to tell.”

Harry paused for a moment, “Are you always this quiet? Is it me? Did I say something?”

“No its not you. You’re great; the perfect gentleman. Its just, I like you a lot and you make me nervous. Like, really nervous. And I have a tendency to say dumb stuff when I’m nervous. I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of you because I want this to go somewhere. That’s why I’ve been so quiet. Thank you for being so patient.”

“Oh love. You’re not going to name a fool of yourself. If this does go somewhere, I’m going to find our all of your little quirks anyway. They’re what make you, you. So talk to me, because I think people are starting to think I’m talking to myself.”

You both laughed and made great conversation for the rest of the night.

say my name

drabble: “i like it when you say my name like that.” “i really don’t care. you still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
pairing: daniel x reader
genre: smut
type: friends with benefit w/ slight mentions of bondage
word count: 1,650
a/n: gil said being a daniel stan means there’s no space for shame and i think this is the proof lmao (and i’m a soft stan.. i promise)

Originally posted by seong-wu

Daniel posed for the camera set in front of him, shoving his hand inside his pocket. His sultry gaze would fix on you from time to time. He was playing with you. You pressed the button on the camera, the shutter sound echoing in the room. He smirked at you, and changed poses.

“Can you turn a little bit to the left?” You said, peeking above the camera. 

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Analysis of Eat Jin+Mandaggo Vlive last year in Osaka

…anon asked me to do this some time ago, sorry it took so long! This Vlive happened day after that weird “Tae disturbing naked Jungkook”, and for me, it’s even more interesting ^^ This is going to be quite long (it’s like an episode from some drama, I swear); still, I hope you’ll enjoy it!


The Vlive starts with Jimin, texting someone on his phone. We hear „buzz“ for few times, then Jimin puts the phone aside and greets us.

He explains he’s going to do Mandaggo show. (Mandaggo is the show he did with Taehyung few times before, it was about dialects/accents.)
Jimin dramatically reveals that the show was almost cancelled altogether. „Why?“ He laughs, amused+bitter. „You know why?“
…And, here it comes, it’s 1 minute, 49 seconds into the Vlive and Jimin starts to be petty about Taehyung. „Kim Taehyung said he won’t do it anymore. SO I SAID „DON’T DO IT THEN.““ And he’s alone today.

He starts to wonder who should he invite. Jimin claims he just started to think about it. 

„Not Kim Taehyung for sure, even if he’d come, I’ll lock the door.“ He mentions Hobi and Suga… for different reasons, not good choice either. (Or course not, because it’s not them who he wants to do the Vlive with.)

He praises Jungkook, good maknae, he’ll come for sure if Jimin will text him. So he says: „I’ll text him now.“ And he does just that.

Suddenly Jimin’s phone starts buzzing like crazy. Jimin is shook. His face then spreads into pleased evil shock and he laughs and yells in disbelief.
„Let’s see what V wrote me,“ says Mean Jimin, very amused. Tae spams his phone with messages about the Vlive and asks him if he can/should come. „Why so suddenly? Why he texts me? That doesn’t make sense. Would you believe that?“ 

Tae obviously texts Jimin because he saw – as he said later – that Jimin started the Vlive and probably also that Jimin accused him of not wanting to attend.
Jimin obviously finds it hilarious, his voice trembling with how much fun he has now. And it’s only 4 minutes into the Vlive. For second – or is it even third time now? – time, he repeats he won’t let Taehyung in even if he comes.
„Taehyung wants to join Mandaggo, that’s what he wrote me. Wtf? I don’t like that!“ Mean girl Jimin is laughing madly and throws his phone on the chair in front of him.

What kind of reaction is that? Jimin, you told us Taehyung doesn’t want to be on your Vlive, yet we hear 261 buzzes of your phone and Tae wants to come. It’s YOU who is pissed about this situation and don’t want him to come. Well, I’m not a psychic, but from what I see it wasn’t like Taehyung didn’t want to come so you said not to. I feel like it was more like you had a fight with him and refused to let him on Mandaggo. But… let’s continue.

Jimin is enjoying himself now and he shows us book he bought. We still hear his phone buzzing in the background. For a while he randomly talks about dialects and laughs about it on his own, when someone’s at the door. (It lasts for like a minute. Yes. There’s a whole minute of Jimin, doing Mandaggo on his own after he bished about Tae, before Jungkook joins him.)

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Originally posted by gaybuckybarnes

Requested by Anon.

Request: Imagine having a child(ren) with captain boomerang and the reader is a member of the squad. There is a mission that you & digger went on leaving the squad to watch your child(ren). When you come back it’s complete chaos b/c your child(ren) turn out to be meta like you(super speed/flying) but you and digger get everything under control in no time. Maybe surprise guest joker? I dunno😂

Warning: Just some good ol’ fluff and the Squad.

A/N: I just went with the flow hehe

[Y/S/1] = Your first son, [Y/S/2] = Your second son, [Y/D] = Your daughter


It was the first time you and Digger had left your three children with the squad alone. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them. No, Floyd was a perfect dad and Chato had had children of his own. It was just this strange feeling, which had told you to stay home with your kids. But of course, you hadn’t had another choice. 

Luckily the mission was easy enough to finish it in no time.

“Damn, I hope they put them to bed.” You said to Digger, leaning against him for a moment before pulling out the key, opening the front door.  

“We’re hom-” You called out with a tired smile but stopped when you saw the mess. The house was upside down and Harley Quinn stood in the middle of it. “Harley, what happened!” 

“Oh, your Muffin’s are fine, [Y/N]! Don’t worry.” She smiled brightly at you. Too brigthly. 

“That was not the question.” Digger said, frowning.

Then, you heard a loud roar. “Was that Waylon?” 

“No?” 

You stomped to the stairs and looked up, your heart poundind. “Floyd! Get your ass down here!” Your friend emerged from [Y/S/1]’s bedroom. “What the hell happened?”

“Man, you didn’t tell us your kids could do the crazy shit you can do.” Floyd said and crossed his arms before his chest. 

“They can’t.” Digger, who came into Floyd’s view, answered for you. 

“Now they can.” 

You looked at Digger, who looked at you, both of your eyebrows up. 

You took a few steps backwards. “[Y/S/1], [Y/S/2], [Y/D]! Im’ma count to 5 and if you’re not gonna be here, Daddy is gonna whoop ya asses!” You yelled and didn’t have to wait for the youngest son to come out from his hiding place, flying wobbily into your arms and almost knocking you over in the process. 

“Mom no! Please!” He whinned and hugged you tightly, burrying his face into your neck.

Not a second later, your oldest son appeared, hugging Digger’s leg and looking up with doe eyes.“Dad!” Your oldest son begged. “Please, we were good! We just had a little bit fun.” 

Digger sighed and scooped him up. “No ass whooping.” 

You turned around, searching for your only daughter. “Where is [Y/D]?”

The kids shrugged their shoulders. “She was running around the house.”

“Tell me that you know where [Y/D] is.” Digger said, looking at Chato, who stood behind Floyd, and Floyd. 

“Yeah…” Harley smiled. “She’s hiding. We’re playing hide and seek.”

Chato cleared his throat. “We lost her half an hour ago. She was running too fast to catch her… Rick and Katana are driving around the city to find her.”

“Snitch!” Waylon growled, baring his sharp teeth.


The door bell ringed and Digger sighed in relief. There were only two persons who would ring at your door bell at this time.

“Thank god!” You opened the door, a lecture on your lips, and saw not Rick or Katana, but the Joker, holding your daughter loosely by her jp’s collar. “I found this one on the streets.” He gave you a smile, a shiver ran down your spine. You never really had warmed up to him, even though he was pretty decent around the squad. 

“Puddin’!”

“Mommy, he’s so cool.” Your daughter grabbed your pants, jumped up and down, showing you her gap of her missing tooth. “He drove so fast! Not as fast as I can ran, but woah… it was so awesome! Can I get my hair green too? Please? Pretty pleeease?”

“You’re all grounded.” You murmured in disbelief, then the anger took over. “Ya’ll are grounded!” You pointed at everyone.

Drunk! Peter Parker (x Reader)

I’m BACK AFTER LIKE A MONTH????

Warnings: None

Word Count:1,004

Originally posted by datpizzasparkle

It was a cold November evening in your apartment in Queens, New York. You were silently studying Biology in your room all alone since your parents had left to have dinner together. Normally, you wouldn’t mind them leaving you alone in the house but you were pretty annoyed by the fact that even your parents were enjoying a beautiful Friday night while you were dying out of boredom. You were getting really sick about the monotonous events happening in your life. You sighed and closed your lecture book to go watch some TV show.

You stared blankly at the sitcom you have probably watched more than five times already, not feeling anything at all. You turned the TV off, heading to bed, deciding there were nothing else better to do. However, you were stopped by the door bell ringing. You were surprised for a second, expecting your parents to come home later. You changed your direction to the door but jumped when the door was being violently knocked. Now, you were surely scared. It was clearly not your parents, nor someone you probably knew. You were literally able to hear your heart pumping in your chest vigorously. You took a deep breath and came to closer to the door. You tried to hear who was behind the door but the person wasn’t even breathing. You looked from the hole in the door, only to see your neighbor, Peter Parker?

You were confused but also relieved at the same time considering a boy who hadn’t even harm a bug in his life wouldn’t harm you either. You slowly opened the door.

“Peter?” You asked, whispering, not knowing why you whispered.

Peter turned around with a confused gaze and then looked at you. “You are not Aunt May. Or are you?” He came closer to you. You didn’t know what was going on but you could smell the alcohol in his breath. “Peter are you okay?” He lost his balance and tumbled while trying to get inside your house. “Look, I don’t know who you are but I need to get sober before Aunt May comes back home. Then you can explain why you are inside my house,” He laid down on the couch while you slammed the door, with millions of questions in your mind.

While you were heading to make coffee for Peter, you heard him scream from the living room. You dropped the coffee pot on the floor and ran to him. “What the hell?!” You yelled.

“This is not my house!” Peter yelled back at you. You closed your eyes, you were actually mad at him for scaring you for the second time this night but you couldn’t help and giggle how adorable he was when he was drunk. “Oh god Peter-“

“Shhh.” He held your waist with his one arm and put his finger on your mouth to shush you. “What?” You looked up at him, whispering. “I think someone kidnapped us.”

“What? Peter this is my-“

“Shh!!” He hugged you this time, your face was being hardly pressed by his strong arms into his chest. You finally got the chance to push him and finally breath something else than his charming scent of perfume and alcohol. “Peter, you are drunk and  I’m calling your aunt.” You weren’t actually mad at him nor you didn’t want to call his aunt but you also didn’t know how to take care of a drunk person especially someone you didn’t know well. “No no no no no!” He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer again. “Listen.” He closed his eyes and huffed. He scratched the back of his neck, messing with his hair, only leaving a more adorable sight for you not to be able to handle. He held your hands and whispered. “I need to tell you something.” You didn’t know why, maybe the loving gaze he had in his eyes while staring into yours, maybe the way he held your hands so tightly, you were very excited about what he was going to tell you. “I-I need to-“

“Yes?” You asked, not being able to handle your beating heart anymore. “I need to pee. And I can’t remember where our bathroom was. Can you help me?” You hit his shoulder and groaned. “I’m calling your aunt.” You were actually disappointed in yourself, not Peter. Thinking, he was going to say he loved you. Why did you even want that anyway?

“Miss! Hey! Why can’t I remember your name?!” He mumbled and sat on the couch, trying to remember who you are. You looked at him and dropped the phone to the couch since he literally looked like a puppy while thinking deeply although you were pretty sad about him not remembering your name. “Ha!” He shouted causing you to jump. “Third time this night.” You gritted your teeth and got up, came closer to him. “I remember where the bathroom is!” You turned back and screamed into one of the pillows, letting Peter probably pee in your parents’ room.

“I think I might be drunk.” Peter came back after minutes, sitting next to you in the couch. You nodded: “Just a little bit,” giggling. Suddenly Peter pulled your chin up and stared into your eyes: “Ya know.. y-you’ve been surprisingly k-kind toward me… Whatever but you are p-pretty nice… I also imagine you are s-secretly really hot under those clothes…” Your breath hitched, you didn’t know what to do to the sudden reaction of Peter out of nowhere.

“Also. I’m not that drunk Y/N. I decided to get drunk to make a move on you but then I got scared if I did something wrong. So I just acted like I was drunk, I didn’t imagine we would get this close.” You couldn’t help but giggle how silly he was. “Please tell me you didn’t pee in my parents’ room.”

“Please stop ruining my painfully slow pace of getting you closer to kiss you. You talking about pee is not helping.”