REQUESTED: YES! Finally, I HAVE RECEIVED REQUESTS FROM YOU LOVELY LOT! I kinda decided to combine two of my requests because they were quite similar, and here are the requests below:
I was thinking that Y/N is Izzy’s parabatai and alec’s girlfriend…and after a mission they decide to go to a mundane club/party. They didn’t tell Alec or anyone. it was like a mini scape from literally everything! Izzy is with Merlion while Y/N is dancing with another guy. When Alec notice they are missing they go and look for them and when they found him things get crazy! Alec and Y/N get into an argument that leads to smut. Can you do that? ლ(╹◡╹ლ)
HI! i was wondering if you could write a Dom!Alec/Fem!reader(who’s Izzy’s parabati) , where he gets jealous that you and Jace are hanging out a lot-just as friends, of course- but he thinks it’s something more and he decides to show the reader that she’s his and only his(smut, teasing, and fluff). Thanks! p.s i love Malec, but i like to pretend that Alec is my boyfriend hahaha *blush*
WARNINGS: SMUT AF bc jealous Alec is hot Alec ;)
SUMMARY: Izzy, Alec, Jace and Y/N decide to blow off steam after a mission by going to a mundane club. Multiple drinks lead to risky dancing on the floor with Jace, and Alec is not happy…
NOTES: Again, YES ALEC IS ACTUALLY GAY I REALIZE. These are REQUESTS. I will go with REQUESTS. Also this is me again procrastinating revision (what? I’ll watch the film version of Of Mice and Men later, as well as the BBC version of An Inspector Calls with Inspector Lupin. I have been revising trust me ;) ) so it’s hopefully better writing because I’m more focused working on this and not on thinking about my exams (of which I have one tomorrow. God save us all).
part of the reason i really love fic/headcanons where the whole main fake ah crew is living in geoff’s penthouse is because it means there’s absolutely no way people aren’t walking in on each other doing weird shit
and i don’t mean “lol someone caught someone else jacking it or banging” (even though i’m sure there’s plenty of that, let’s be real, nobody uses the sock method and even if they did, no one would pay attention to it), or even “dear god someone caught ryan brutally murdering some poor guy” (even though i’m sure there’s plenty of that, too)
i mean weird shit that’s like, the normal kind of weird shit. the shit you do when you’re home alone and confident that nobody’s gonna walk in and see you in your underwear singing into a wooden spoon
jack gets halfway through furiously rapping nicki minaj’s verse from monster before turning around and noticing gavin standing, thrown off and a little impressed, in the doorway (and doesn’t stop, real talk, when you’re on a roll you gotta take it home)
ray walks in on ryan weeping openly at ‘all dogs go to heaven 2′
ryan catches geoff, drunk off his ass, ordering seven hundred dildos online (”it’s for a prank, haywood!” geoff hollers after ryan, who’s never left geoff’s place so quickly in his life. “it’s for a prank!”)
michael catches the tail end of gavin narrating apparently everything he’s doing, including pissing, like he’s david attenborough
jack walks out onto one of the balconies to see ray, stoned as fuck and wearing three pairs of sunglasses, trying to shoot the actual sun with his sniper rifle
(bonus: ray hears weird squeaking noises from one of the rooms and walks in to see ryan futilely trying to work a leather catsuit off of himself
“it’s not what it looks like.”
“it looks like you’re stuck in a leather catsuit.”
“…okay, it’s exactly what it looks like, but if you tell anyone, i swear to god the police will never find your body— ray, stop laughing at me. stop it.”)
A list of freewood ideas that I kept track of during many rambling sessions with Lauren (@cutehaywood)
I feel like Ryan would definitely do all the cooking but Gavin would be sitting on the counter asking him stupid questions the whole time. Whenever Ryan needed something out of the pantry behind Gavin, Gavin wouldn’t move unless Ryan gave him a little kiss.
They do date night and go mini golfing and Gavin ends up winning but Ryan was just losing on purpose so he could se Gavin jump around all excited. They can never go back to the one mini golf place because Gavin tripped into the windmill during his excitement.
They’re playing video games but Gavin just ends up falling asleep in Ryan’s lap with his head on his shoulder. So Ryan’s just playing with his arms wrapped around him. Maybe a cat is snuggling with them too. Gavin wakes up a little bit when the cat joins and just makes quiet happy noises.
They go on a really long road trip and they’re holding hands while Ryan drives and Gavin plays scrabble or word searches on his phone. And he keeps asking Ryan for big words, and like one like “something cute upon first sight but actually annoying” and Ryan’s like “you”. Eventually Gavin falls asleep why Ryan drives through the night but they’re still holding hands
While Ryan is out Gavin finds a box of his old stuff and there’s a letterman jacket and Gavin thinks it like an old 80s movie so he wears it and when Ryan gets home he’s like “Ryan I’m your cheerleader!”
Gavin also finds old modeling photos but Ryan tries to hide them because he feels bad about it now. Gavin just prints up all his photos he’s taken of Ryan laughing or smiling and writes little notes like “I like your laugh more than anyone’s in the world” or like “the 90s were overrated, plus I didn’t know you then so I love you more now” and then he puts them all over the house so Ryan can see them.
Gavin does film and photography and their house is filled with gorgeous candid shots of Ryan. And Ryan’s like “why am I the only one up on the walls, I want photos of you too” and Gavin is like “aww ry you can put up some of you want.” So the next day the house is filled with picture of Gavin laughing and smiling but there’s also a few of him making stupid faces.
Ryan’s working at home and Gavin steps into the house with a box and Ryan’s all like "whatcha got there bud” and he hears a shuffle and Gavin’s like “nothing it’s uhhh stuff for my camera” but then it meows. Ryan asks “you did not smuggle a cat into our house, right?” Gavin just responds with “but Ryannn, look at its little face I couldn’t just leave him. I’ll let you name him if you just let me keep him.” A few days later Gavin noticed a collar on the cat with the name tag "smuggle” on it.
Ryan changes the wifi to “will you marry me” and the password is yes but Gavin already knows that Ryan knows he’ll say yes so he tries typing in no and a little message that says “you prick” pops up.
Gavin hears Ryan talking to himself and starts to walk toward him until he realizes Ryan is talking to the cat like “I guess you’re not so bad, your other dad is kind of annoying but I understand why you like him, I like him too.”
Gavin steals Ryan’s dress shirt to run around in just his underwear and recreate the Risky Business dance scene. Ryan catches him sliding around and just quirks his eyebrow, but then the next day Ryan is in a shirt that’s super tight on him but not it a unflattering way, it’s just perfectly small. And Gavin is speechless when he turn the corner to see Ryan standing there as he reaches for something in his tiny shirt.
Ryan just lifts gavin while he’s in a pile of blankets to take him to bed. He doesn’t realize the cat is in there too until it’s too late.
They go camping and have a tent to watch the stars as they fall asleep. They’re in one sleeping bag all snuggly and Ryan reads Gavin to sleep. Ryan might flub a word and Gavin would sleepy giggle into his shoulder as he falls asleep.
Walking on the beach at night too, the moon on the water, holding hands and walking through the shallow water. But then they get in a sand fight until Ryan just grabs gavin and chucks him on his shoulder. They’re both giggling and Gavin is squeaking for Ryan to put him down so he pulls him so he’s cradling him in his arms and gives him a little kiss on the nose. Now Gavin says "I’m too tired to walk ry” so Ryan just carries Gavin back in his arms until they get to the campsite. Gavin gets quiet and sleepy too, so Ryan tries to keep him talking by asking what British words mean and trying to pronounce them in a British accent to make Gavin giggle.
Gavin knows a little Italian and Ryan tries to guess what he says, but he keeps guess stupid things like “I’m stupid? You’re stupid? uhh, you like cats? I don’t know what are you saying Gav.” Gavin is quietly laughing and just says "Ryan! I’m saying ‘you’re my absolute favorite’” and Ryan just blushes
Ryan wakes up in the morning before Gavin and doesn’t want to wake him but he cant move because Gavin is holding him so tight. He just starts playing with Gavin’s hair and whispering “I love you” to him until he sleepily opens his eyes to smile at Ryan.
Ryan uses Gavin as lifting weights but he lifts him while Gavin is working. He squaks as Ryan just keeps curling him, until Gavin starts giggling and gives him a peck on the cheek each time he lifts him to his face.
*tries to slide in like the intro to the risky business dance scene* Dominican Usnavi you say
Usnavi and his Dominican-isms
>whenever Daniela or Pete visit he places a broom by the door, Johan eventually asks why and he goes “makes the guests leave sooner”
>his favorite curse is “maldito mame huevo” basically “fucking ball sucker”. Johan tried to use it on him and he’s offended. It’s not sexy, it’s a cuss.
>you know he’s drunk when you hear Usnavi shout “VAMOS A BIEBER!!”
>when it’s cleaning day Usnavi is in sweats, a red bandana, chanclas and listening to 80s meringue
>The Goya commercial. Johan comes back with off brand beans and Usnavi sends his ass back
>has lengthy discussions about plantains and yuca
>buestlo coffee, if he’s not drinking or serving this in any of your fics or hcs I won’t say you’re wrong but you are REALLY missing out
>isn’t religious but when something goes wrong he prays to god in Spanish. Doesn’t get into sports but when Dominican Republic is in the final match for the World Series he’s on it
A/N: I wasn’t sure how to write the dancing part so I hope you like it! Also, sorry this one is on the shorter side, I was struggling with how to go about the dancing part.
Request: Anon// Maybe one were the reader and him aren’t dating and he teases her about being a good girl till she does something that proves him wrong? Not like a tattoo but maybe like she does a little *risky* dancing or something and it kinda turns him on? I have more prompts if you want!
“Goody two shoes.”
The list of names that Tyler called you on a daily basis went on and on, all of them stemming from your rather innocent personality. It wasn’t that you weren’t capable of being promiscuous or bold, you just chose not to. Sometimes staying in and reading a book sounded far more appealing than going to a club to drink and grind in a crowd of people you didn’t know.
For some reason today Tyler was pushing you over the edge, he and a few of his teammates were going out to some club tonight and Tyler had been pushing every button he could to get you to come with.
“If I go with you, will you please shut up and let me finish reading!” You finally snapped, looking up at Tyler across the table, noting his smirk.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Was his only response before he stood up to leave and you groaned, shutting your eyes, knowing that this was going to be a long night for you.
Your nerves spiked at the thought of going clubbing with Tyler, something you couldn’t explain, you guys weren’t a thing. You two were hardly friends at the rate he annoyed you, but something about him made you nervous, whether it was the fact that he was undeniably attractive or just the fact that he knew exactly what to do in order to get under your skin, you weren’t sure just yet.
Three hours later you stood in front of the mirror in your apartment, you didn’t go clubbing so you had to call a friend, Abby, for help with what to wear. She had responded with a tight red dress that ended just around mid thigh, a pair of fishnet tights, and heels that on a usual day would kill you to walk in.
“We are going to prove to Tyler, once and for all, that you are not an innocent little princess.” Was her response to you as she curled her hair and did your makeup before dipping out, not wanting to ruin the illusion of when Tyler first saw you.
You had to admit, she did a good job. This get up was a far cry from your usual jeans and sweatshirts, it would be interesting to see what Tyler was actually going to say once he saw you like this. It would be more entertaining to see his reaction to your plan. You were going to take it one step further when you got to the club.
The doorbell to your apartment pulled you out of your reverie, taking a deep breath as you crossed the wooden floor to the door. You gripped the handle and turned it, opening it up to see a smirking Tyler, although his smirk faltered for a minute as he saw what you were wearing.
“Well? Are we going or not?” You asked, grabbing your keys and stepping outside the apartment, flashing him a smirk as you moved towards his car.
You had never experienced something like this before, the music was so loud you could hardly hear Tyler shouting in your ear, asking if you wanted another drink. The dance floor was packed with bodies and you didn’t know how this was going to work.
“Come on! Let’s dance.” You said, sliding off your seat and grabbing his hand, leading him to the dance floor.
Once you found yourself in the center, away from his friends, you smirked at him, this was your chance to prove him wrong for good. Gripping his hand you turned yourself around, pressing yourself up against his crotch, moving your hips against him to the music.
You felt him freeze for a moment but you ignored it as you continued to grind up against him, smirking to yourself as you felt his hands squeeze your hips. You continued to dance this way for a while, mirroring the girls around you. You felt a bulge pressed up against your behind and it made something bubble in your stomach, you took it as a sign that you had succeeded.
“Who knew the Princess had these kind of moves?” He whispered in your ear as you smirked, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Seguin.” You responded, nipping at his jawline before you focused your attention on the dancing.
The next thing you knew, you were being spun around to face Tyler, not that it stopped you from moving your hips against his crotch still. Before you could ask what he was doing you felt his lips press to yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth as you groaned, feeling yourself being pressed up against him, his hand drifting down to squeeze your bottom.
Something was going to come of this night, whether it was a changed opinion or a new relationship with Tyler, you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered right now was the fact that you had managed to seduce Tyler Seguin, simply by showing him the other side of you.
Summary: Stress is the only word you can think of to describe the week. In the midst of mocking the actions and noises of a zombie from a cliche movie, Taeyong drags you away in hopes of the only word being his name and how much joy and love it brings you.
Request: hi! sorry if im being annoying (im always asking you for stuff <3) but my birthday is soon and i was wondering if you could do a taeyong scenario in which or your v stressed bc of school and he tries to distract you by teaching you a dance fluffy or its like your anniversary and its kind of like flashbacks of how you two met like the confession first ‘i love u’ and such? thank you have a wonderful day! much love <3 - @kookiexdae (Hi! omG NO! You’re not being annoying at all!! I literally get 0 requests, so this is the first request in a week or two :P! Happy birthday by the waY!!!!!!! I also mixed it together slight, if that’s okay with you.)
The papers on your desk for the nth time flew away and onto the floor when you closed your large textbook with a thump. The gush of air knocked away even some pens, making you groan out in displeasure. Why did you wait last minute to do these assignments? You knew it’s be bad, yet you still decided to go on a date every day with Taeyong for two weeks. Since he had gotten a two week break, he wanted to spend all of his time with you. All that time with him was time spent away from hitting the books.
S: “you’re my older
brother’s best friend but let’s fuck anyway”
(I was just watching
an old Super Panic Frenzy video that directly inspired this one)
It was Friday
No homework, your mom
had left you money to order a pizza because she was going to be at work late,
your brother was staying at his friend’s house for the night. It was your
You could give
yourself a manicure, have a Friends marathon, do whatever the hell you wanted.
And at the moment, the
ideal thing to do seemed to be – ditch your backpack, ditch your pants, plug in
your headphones, and have a dance marathon. Tom Cruise had it right when he
acted out that famous scene in Risky Business. Dancing is so much more fun without pants on.
You made your way down
into the family room and turned something random on the TV – the best Friday
afternoon cartoons, obviously, and continued your ass shaking, hip swaying,
random arm seizing as you moved into the kitchen to get a snack.
You squealed when you
saw a muscled, sweaty man standing at your kitchen counter, scooping a spoon
into a jar of peanut butter.
You ripped your
headphones out at lightning speed as you stood there in shock.
“Jesus Christ, can you
not scream like that?” Your brother Joshua whined, appearing from behind the
large refrigerator door as he closed it. “I think you cracked my eardrum.”
“Mom said you weren’t
coming home after practice.” You gaped at him, heart still thumping loudly in
You were trying your
hardest to ignore the fact that your long time crush was standing there, now
boring into you with his big eyes as he licked his spoon. (It really didn’t
help that he was wearing his thin basketball practice jersey, glistening with
sweat and showing off his impossible biceps.)
“I wasn’t supposed to.
We went to Seungcheol’s house but neither of his parents are home and he forgot
his key.” Joshua said all of this quite condescendingly, as if you should have
“I’m really forgetful.” Seungcheol
explained. There was a unique glint in his eye and his tone of voice was…
suspicious to say the least.
“So we’re gonna go to
my room and watch Kill Bill.” Joshua snided. “Don’t bother us. And put some
fucking pants on.”
A hot blush swarmed
your cheeks as the words hit your ears. You had forgotten your lack of clothing
– especially in front of Seungcheol. Joshua grabbed an armful of snacks and his
backpack before he was gone. Seungcheol himself didn’t move, just stared at you
for a moment. He took the jar of peanut butter in his hand and walked past you,
and you let out a sigh of relief.
“I think your panties
are cute.” He whispered in your ear from behind. You gasped. “And you know… I’m
so sweaty from practice that I’m gonna have to take a shower. I’m just so
forgetful that I might happen to leave the door unlocked. But you don’t care
about that, do you, Princess?”
He left the most
tender, fleeting peck on the nape of your neck before he walked away.
You could have passed
out right there.
(again, I know this
isn’t smut but I got really into the au and I got carried away)
(Warning: A bit of sexual tension, strong language, and sexual comedy. Forgive me… Also, a lot of POV switching. Just go with it)
“You guys have been practicing a lot lately.” I said, as I watched Sora get ready for practice.
“Yeah… Twice is making a comeback soon, so we have to practice extra hard now.” Sora said, putting on a large sweater and some shorts. She grabbed her practice bag, and walked to the bedroom door.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later.” I sigh, giving her a peck on the lips before she left.
“Hey Mark, can you help me with something?” (Y/N) asked, poking her head inside my room.
“Uh, yeah.” I say, getting off of the bed, and following her to the living room. “What’s up?” I asked.
“I need you to help me choreograph a dance. I would ask Jackson, but he’d yell at me for working too much, and complain the whole time, so…” She explained, hoping I would help.
“You are overworking yourself.” I say, making her roll her eyes at me.
“Come on, just help me, please.” She pleaded, sticking out her bottom lip.
“Okay, fine, just this once.” I give in. “What’s the song?” I asked, watching as she went to her computer to pull the song up.
“Well, my older students wanted a more… Risky dance… Uh, do you know the song Rocket by Beyonce?” She asked. I gave her a look, and nodded. “Well it’s to that, but it’s a cover of the song. The one by G?” She said, looking at me nervously.
“That’s a very sexual song.” I say, knowing exactly which cover she was talking about.
“Don’t back out please. I really need a partner for this, and I really don’t know what the guys should do.” She put her hands together, and pouted.
I took a deep breath, and nodded. “FIne.”
“Thank you!” She said, happily. “Let’s start then. I’ll show you the dance first, and then we can figure out the rest.” She said. I sat on the couch, as she pressed play, getting in place for the beginning of the dance.
When she was done, I stood up and walked over to her. “So, what do you need me to do?” I asked.
“Okay, so you’re gonna stand here.” She says, grabbing my arm gently, and placing me in my spot. “I’ll be in front of you, and you put your hands on my hips.” She says, placing my hands on her waist. “And then I sway my hips,” She said, doing the move as she explained. I cleared my throat, when I noticed how close her lower part was to mine. “Okay, and then I turn around.” She says, turning to face me, her face extremely close to mine. I could feel her breath on my skin, making me lick my lips.
Her hands slid down my chest, slowly, and she pushed me away slightly, totally in her own world.
“What can I do after this..?” She asked, in thought.
“Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.” I say, walking out of the living room as fast as I could. I turn to Jackson’s room, and shut the door quickly. “Jackson, my dick!” I say, frantically. Jackson turned to me quickly, confused and shocked at my sudden outburst.
“What!? Mark! Watch your language.” Jackson said, acting shocked.
“You don’t understand. This dance I’m helping with… It’s not okay!” I yell/whisper.
“What dance?” Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“The one that (Y/N) needs a partner for. This shit is killing me! Jackson! My. Dick!” I almost yell, gesturing to my lower half.
“Mark! I’ve never heard you say that word. It’s weird.” Jackson laughed.
“Jackson, I have a real problem. I can’t help with this dance.” I say, sighing.
“You already said you’d help right?” Jackson asks.
“Then you can’t just back out. Better go work that off, and get back out there.” Jackson said, half joking.
I roll my eyes, and leave the room, slowly making my way back to the living room.
This is stupid, Mark. Get it together. Just think of dead puppies.
“You good?” (Y/N) asked, when she saw me.
“Yeah.” I say, words barely coming out of my mouth.
“Okay, let’s go over the new stuff again.” She says, starting the music over, and getting into the beginning position.
“Okay.” I breath, walking behind her, and putting my hands on her waist.
After an hour or so, we finally finished the dance, and all that was left to do, was run it over and over again until it was perfect.
“Great! Let’s do it again!” She said, excited that we’ve finished the dance.
I huffed as she started the music again.
God damn… I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
I put my hands on her waist, she got really close to me this time, swaying her hips, and turning to face me, her hands sliding down my chest.
“Hey guys, I’m home!” Sora announced, walking into the living room. “Oh…” She stopped in her tracks as she saw (Y/N) and I.
My hands were still on her hips, and she hadn’t gotten to the part where she pushes me away, so it kinda looked like we were about to kiss.
“Sora, hey…” I said, backing away from (Y/N). “We were just working on a dance for her class, so..” I said, flustered.
“I’m gonna….” (Y/N) said, walking out of the living room, to the kitchen.
Sora stared at me, and crossed her arms. She was in that stance. You know the one I’m talking about.
“I was just helping her with a dance.” I say, pleadingly.
“Why would she even need your help?” She asked, her eyebrow raised.
“She needed help writing the guys part, and asked me to do it…” I said, fidgeting.
“Whatever, Mark. I’m getting a shower.” She said, dismissive, walking away to the bathroom.
I let out a sigh, and walked into the kitchen, seeing (Y/N) struggling to get a box of cereal that was on the top shelf. I walked behind her, and grabbed the cereal.
“Here you go.” I said, smiling slightly, looking down at her.
“Oh, thanks.” She says, taking the box, and moving away from me, getting milk from the fridge. “So, is Sora mad?” (Y/N) asks, pouring the cereal into a bowl.
“I’m not really sure… Probably.” I say, leaning on the counter.
“Well, thanks for helping me. I couldn’t wrap my head around this dance, and I’m supposed to present it tomorrow… Do you think you could present it with me? Because you’re the only one who knows it and all…” She asked, pouring the milk into the bowl, and getting a spoon.
“Yeah, sure, just tell me when.” I said, nodding.
“Thanks, you’re the best.” She gave me a smile, and walked out of the kitchen to Jackson’s room.
I closed the door to Jackson’s room, and sat on the bed as he was sitting at his desk.
“Hey, so I was thinking, why not have some quality time with my best friend and my girlfriend, and go to the movies.” Jackson said, turning to me.
“I’m down.” I say, taking another bite of my cereal. “I should go home and get out of these clothes, and put something more presentable on.”
“Can I have your cereal?” Jackson asked, eyeing the bowl.
I roll my eyes, and hand him the cereal, before leaving.
“Leaving already?” Mark asked, sitting on the couch.
“I’m gonna go get ready for the movies.” I explain, point at the direction of my apartment with my thumb.
“I wanna go.” Mark whined.
“Go talk to Jackson then.” I laughed, before leaving the dorm.
I got off the couch, and went to Jackson’s room, peeking my head inside.
“Het, can I go to the movies too?” I asked.
“As long as you don’t talk about your dick again.” Jackson said, jokingly.
“I hate you.” I say, walking fully into the room, and hitting him on the arm.
“You should ask if Sora wants to go too. (Y/N) is coming, and I don’t think Sora would appreciate you going to the movies with her.” Harper said, watching me and Jackson from the bed.
“I guess you’re right.” I say, making my way to the bathroom door, where Sora was.
I knock on the door, and wait for an answer.
“Yes?” Sora says from the other side of the door.
“Can I come in?” I asks, already opening the door.
“Well, you’re already inside, so I guess.” She says, putting on the last of her clothes. “What’s up?” She asked, slightly annoyed from earlier.
“Would you like to go to the movies with me, Jackson, and Harper?” I asked, leaving out (Y/N) to convince her to go.
“Sure.” She says, hesitantly. “Let me get ready.”
I think I over did my outfit. I don’t know why, but when I got the text from Jackson that Mark was coming, I got a little carried away with my appearance. I think that dance took a little bit of a toll on me.
I curled my hair, spent way too long on my make up, and put on really short shorts and a crop top. I even sprayed myself with my favorite perfume, that I only use for important occasions. All of this is ridiculous of course, Mark has a girlfriend, why try to impress him?
My phone buzzed with a text from Jackson, telling me they were outside of my apartment. I quickly made my way outside,excited. That excitement faded, when I saw Sora holding hands with Mark.
“I thought this was supposed to be a double date?” Sora said, confused and angry at the fact that I was here.
Mark laid eyes on me, and shifted. “Dead puppies.” He said under his breath.
“What?” Sora asked, looking at him. “Why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” She asked.
“I wasn’t thinking about it.” Mark said as nonchalantly as he could, and shrugged.
If I would’ve known she was coming, I wouldn’t have tried so hard in my appearance.
“So! What movie are we seeing?” Harper asked, breaking the silence.
“The kind you watch.” Jackson said, jokingly, causing everyone to laugh.
“Okay, smart ass.” Harper said, walking in the direction of the cinema.
We decided on a scary movie, and went to pay for tickets. Mark had noticed Sora about to pay for her own ticket, and pushed her aside, taking out his wallet.
“I got it.” He said, pulling out his money, and handing it to the cashier. “Who do you think you are? Trying to pay for your own stuff.” He says, making Sora laugh.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know it was a crime.” She said, pushing him playfully. He put his arm around her shoulders, and walked into the theatre.
“Ew.” Jackson rolls his eyes at the two.
“Jackson, you didn’t tell me this would be a double date. I’m the fifth wheel here.” I say, hitting his arm.
“It’s not my fault!” He said, rubbing his arm. “Should I pay for your ticket too?” He asked, sarcastically.
I roll my eyes, and get my ticket. We all bought food, and went inside the screening room. We ended up sitting in the order of Harper, Jackson, me, Mark, and Sora. I really was the fifth wheel. Harper, Jackson, and I started making fun of the previews, causing people to give us weird looks. Mark put his arm around Sora’s shoulder, as the movie started to play.
I had my arm on the armrest, and Mark put his hand on mine by accident, quickly moving his hand away. Jackson saw this, and leaned over, facing Mark.
“Boy, that is my sister, you better not.” He whispered, staring daggers at Mark.
“Sorry.” Mark whispered back.
“Hm?” Sora hummed, not knowing what just happened.
“Nothing.” Mark whispered back.
In the middle of the movie, I got up, and started to leave, but Jackson caught my arm.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“The bathroom, is that okay, Mom?” I said, pulling my arm away from him, and walking down to the exit.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I bumped into a guy, not paying attention to where I was going.
“Oh, sorry.” i said, apologetically.
“It’s fine.” The guy smiled, looking me over.
We started talking, and I must’ve stayed out there too long, because Jackson came out looking for me. He stood close behind me, and startled me when he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Who’s your friend, (Y/N)?” Jackson asked, staring the guy down.
“I’m sorry, this is Jackson.” I said, ignoring Jackson’s question.
“Look, I’m her older brother, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave my little sister alone.” Jackson says, pulling me closer to him.
“He’s not my brother, we’re just friends.” I explain, brushing his hand off my shoulder.
“Yeah, I can tell you two aren’t related.” He said, looking at me, then Jackson.
Jackson looked at him, offended, and dragged me back to the theatre, and to our seats.
“Jackson, me and him could have been a thing. He was so cute.” I whispered.
“Not on my watch.” Jackson said, watching the movie.
I lean back in my seat and cross my arms, finishing the rest of the movie.
The next day, Mark and I made our way to the dance studio, ready to show the class the new dance they were so eager to learn.
Once everyone came in, and got settled, I started class.
“Okay everyone! Today, I’ve brought a very important guest. I’m sure you all know Mark from Got7.” I introduced, gesturing towards Mark. Everyone cheered for him, some took pictures. “He helped me finish today’s dance. But before we show you, how about a warm up?” I asked, starting the music.
Everyone started either freestyling, or stretching. This is how it was every class. It was kinda hectic, but it brightened up the room.
Someone had called for Mark to join the freestyle. He said no, but gave in quickly. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him dance.
After warm ups, we should them the dance, and taught it to them, setting up partners and making them do it over and over again, until they got it.
Once class was over, one of my students, June came up to me with a big smile on his face.
“Are you hitting that?” He asked, nodding towards Mark on the other side of the room.
“What? No. He’s Jackson’s member. Plus he has a girlfriend.” I say, glancing at Mark, and back at June.
“You sure? He got a mad boner for you during that dance.” He winked.
“Stop.” I said, putting my jacket in my dance bag.
“He did! You could tell. I think he’s into you.” June said, watching as Mark walked over to us. “Lover boy is coming, I should leave.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“You have a lively class. I like it.” Mark said, sitting on the bench by my bag.
“You should see the kid class.” I laugh.
“Maybe I’ll come back.” He smiled, looking up at me.
“Maybe you should.” I smile back.
We were silent for a bit, until Mark stood up, and threw his bag over his shoulder.
What is your most waited standalone out of all four?
WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO ASK ME THIS!?!??! BRUHHH IDK!!!
Maze-Centric Episode: she’s gonna kick major ass and I AM ALL FOR IT!
Flashback Episode: Lucifer in a white tux? YES FUCKIN PLZ….Plus, I really want to see Lucifer get his wings cut off….I just need to see it.
Twilight Zone: … i don’t really know what to expect in this one
Vegas Episode: THAT SCENE!!!!! Bonus: Ella in a Vegas Showgirl outfit.
I guess if I had to choose it would be the Vegas Episode, because of everything that will happen. Lucifer & Ella trip to Vegas, yes plzzzz, Drunk Wasted Linda and Chloe dancing, singing, risky buisnessing in Lucifer apartment, oh HELL YEAH, and then THAT SCENE….i am soooooooo ready for THAT SCENE!