she even rolled her eyes in annoyance

Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

Part One

There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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Thanksgiving (Tom Holland Smut)

Originally posted by darlingriezmann

request: “could u do a tom imagine where hes dating the reader and shes bi ? and when he first found out, he was like intimidated but then he finds it like sexy lol make him react how u think he would” (requested by anon)

short summary: you take tom home for thanksgiving and when the topic of past relationships comes up things get a bit :/

length: 3.9k words

warnings: tbh the smut’s just like at the end there’s lots of plot stuff and shit so

A/N: i lowkey didn’t know how to go about this, bc i didn’t want to write something that would come across as tom fetishizing the reader’s bisexuality bc i’m bi and i hate when i read stuff like that so anyway this was the result, idk if this is the direction u wanted but uh here we go

Your mom & sister had been hounding you for almost two months to come home and also bring your boyfriend so they could properly meet him for the first time. It’s not as if you didn’t want them to meet Tom, it’s just that he’s been busy and frankly so had you. And when the two of your schedules aligned with a break, dragging him back to your hometown wasn’t exactly your top priority.

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request: “#52 with Fred Weasley for the drabble list?” — by anon

a/n: will start doing imagines in 3rd person point of view for a while to refresh my writing :-) also, my heart hurt when i was writing this because … well, i’ll see if you’ll get why once you finish reading

52. “Can I have a kiss, please?”

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    Y/N was speaking in such a loud and hard voice that it was catching the attention of those who were walking by the hospital wing, as well as the other patients that were inside the room. She was talking to Madam Pomfrey at the entrance of the said room, her hands flying everywhere as she explains her purpose on why she needed to go inside.

    “Please, I just need to see if he’s alright.” she pleaded once more.

    “As I have said, Miss Y/L/N, I will not allow visitors for Mr Weasley —”

    She groaned, “Just ten minutes, Madam Pomfrey, I swear and then I’m leaving.”

    With an exhausted sigh, the matron nodded angrily and raised her hands up in frustration. “Fine! Do whatever you want!” she let Y/N pass, muttering several comments under her breath as she did so.

    She grinned as soon as she heard her agree and practically sprinted inside to look for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley, who was being treated after a rough match of Quidditch with the Slytherins. Y/N could still picture the image of Fred falling down on his broom earlier that day, a bludger managing to hit him hard enough while George rapidly dived down in attempt to catch his falling brother, but it was far too late.

    Y/N looked around the hospital wing, still searching for him, when she heard two voices bantering close to where she was.

    George was sitting down on the edge of Fred’s bed, while Fred was laying down, his midriff covered with bandages.

    The older twin chuckled, “No, Georgie, you will not tell mum about this. She’ll freak, she’ll probably send a howler and —” he stopped when he saw Y/N behind George, his eyes slightly growing wide.

    George turned around and saw Y/N, smiling before standing up. “Well, I guess I won’t. Your girlfriend here will probably do mum’s job in scolding you, anyway.” he snickered. “I’ll leave you two to talk.”

    Once he has left, Y/N walked forward and Fred immediately raised a hand to stop her from opening her mouth.

    “Before you say anything, I’m fine and I’m still breathing, okay?” he said while she takes George’s spot, though a little bit closer to Fred.

    She just stared at him, not being able to say anything. She wanted to say a lot of things, actually, but she figured it wouldn’t be the right time to stress the both of them through her endless nagging.

    So, with a low cough, she spoke.

   "Did it hurt?“ she asked, her eyes still stuck on the bandages wrapped around him that he immediately grabbed the covers and brought it higher so she wouldn’t be able to see.

    Fred smirked, "When I fell from heaven?” he wondered out loud and Y/N finally flickered her gaze through his eyes.

    “No, when you fell from you broomstick, you git.” she rolled her eyes in annoyance. “How can you even joke at a time like this? Your ribs are clearly broken and Merlin knows how many cups of Skele-Gro did Madam Pomfrey let you drink.”

    “She didn’t, FYI, just mended my bones for me.”

    “Fred Weasley.” Y/N spoke in a dangerous tone that Fred knew she wasn’t in the mood to joke around anymore.

    He gave her a small smile, reaching out to hold her hand, placing it against his chest. “See? Perfectly fine.” said Fred, pertaining about his heart.

    “You could’ve —” she sighed, “something could’ve seriously happened to you. I didn’t — I didn’t know what to do.”

    The red haired boy slowly sat up, Y/N helping him to do so. “Don’t worry too much, love. I’ll always be here. I’ll always annoy the hell out of you even if you grow tired of me, I’ll still be there.”

    Y/N snorted. “To be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of you.”

   Fred grinned at that. “Well, in that case, can I have a kiss, please?” he asked. “You know, I heard it’ll help me recover and I know you want that so …”

    “Really smooth, Fred.” she chuckled, already scooting closer to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

    But just when they were only centimeters apart, Madam Pomfrey appeared and Y/N froze, automatically leaning back away to smile innocently at the woman who still hasn’t forgiven her for her intrusion.

    “Time’s up, Miss Y/L/N! Now, come on.” she beckoned Y/N to follow her and she stood up, Fred grasping her wrist when she was about to turn away.

    He pouted. “How about my kiss?”

   Y/N grinned, placing a swift kiss on his forehead before slowly walking out. “You’ll get the real deal when you get out. Take care, okay? I love you!” she called as she runs towards the door where Madam Pomfrey was waiting.

    Fred laughed to himself, shaking his head as he mutters something under his breath. “Yeah, I love you too, Y/N.”

We Are Young: Chapter 6

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Elide couldn’t remember the last time she saw so many bodies packed into one area. She was pretty sure that by the looks of it, every teen in and around town had showed up to the party. Then again, why wouldn’t they? The Royals won - it was time to celebrate. 

The house lights were off and the house was lit by different strobe and laser lights someone had set up. Music blasted through huge speakers in the living room. There were drinks, bottles, and cups, littered in every room of the house.

Elide stood next to Manon as she chatted away with Asterin in the corner. The misery she’d been feeling for most of the night wrapped an angry hand around her heart and squeezed.

A mournful sigh made it’s way out of Elide’s lips as she slipped her coke. It was times like this, when there were people all around them, kissing and dragging each other off to more private rooms in the house, when it was difficult not to just touch Manon. She wanted nothing more than to hold her hand, place a kiss on her lips, or drape herself over her. But she couldn’t bring herself to. And being around other couples didn’t help.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 29

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 5.8k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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You Get What You Give (Swing and a Miss)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.

Word Count: 2,228

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight cursing

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Tears of the Goddess

Originally posted by worldstyles

This is part two to Nectar of the Goddess and it had really fucked me up writing it. Hopefully you like this smutty, angsty, sappy mess that is Tears of the Goddess. There will definitely be more to come. 

Y/N was following along with everything Harry said, finally understanding the name, until he got to the very end. “..a goddess fo’ me goddess.” Y/N couldn’t imagine why Harry would have gotten the puppy for her. Nyx was his and she needed to stay his. Y/N couldn’t take care of anything right now, she was barely keeping those cacti at her apartment alive.

“What do you mean H? Did you get Nyx because of me?”

“Not exactly… but… I mean ‘f wasn’t fo’ you then I may not ‘ve bought her in the first place.”

Harry was rubbing at the back of his neck with a weak smile on his lips. He thought that Y/N would be far happier than she was about the idea of a puppy. Y/N on the other hand was shaking her head rapidly.

“Harry, you shouldn’t have done that. I have to leave in a week. This is fun, but how are we supposed to make this work when I’m back home? You shouldn’t have gotten a puppy for me.”


Y/N is leaving, but Harry is going to do everything he can to make her stay.

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A Very Good Reason To Be Jealous

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Words: 1228
Plot: Gryffindor reader and Draco really have a sexy rivalry that you just know is about to turn into passionate makeouts. And so it does.
The fandom you didn’t ask for but I *really* felt like writing. As a resident Gryffindor and lover of Draco Malfoy, I essentially did myself a huge solid here. Also, Half-Blood Prince was on+ and I wanted to write angst. Draco is *always* angst. Featuring sexy banter.

Originally posted by harley-quinn

Draco marched through the courtyard on that warm summer day in September. Students sat perched against the stone brickwork; a group of Ravenclaws sat fanning themselves with their new textbooks as they tried to beat off the heatwave. Draco had just finished Potions - an easy task by any standard - as he made his way through the mass of students with his usual confident walk. He’d earned his reputation by now; he’d heard the rumours. They feared him, and he liked it that way.
He smirked as Dean Thomas passed; Ginny Weasley practically hooked to his arm as they both glared at him, jaws taught. 
Did every Gryffindor hate him?
And then he saw her.
Maybe not every Gryffindor, he thought.

Her back was turned to him; robes flowing as she gestured to a boy who leaned back against the wall in Hufflepuff robes. Draco knew this particular Hufflepuff: some beater on the Quiddich team that the girls batted their eyes at.
He gritted his teeth, considering avoiding both of them and turning on heel back to the common room.

But then she turned around, and it was game over.
“Piss off, Malfoy” she hissed, wrinkling her nose as she faced him.
They’d known each other since first year; (y/n) had been a dab hand at Potions, and so he’d added monkshood to her brew and managed to make her cauldron catch fire. Since then, the rivalry had always followed them; even when Draco had hoped it wouldn’t.
Even when - and he still fought to admit this to himself - he started to notice the way she’d tuck her hair behind her ear, and the smell of violet soap she used in her morning showers. Even when he started to notice he’d find himself staring at her in Charms class; and worse when she’d be staring back.
He had it bad.
“What’s got your wand in a twist?” he snickered to her as she rolled her eyes, the red collar of her robes bright in the sunlight. He could see the annoyance on her face; and something else, too. Something that made his palms sweaty and his head spin.
“Last time I checked” she added, swinging her brown knapsack over her shoulder “you didn’t consider my feelings to be your problem”.
He felt the corner of his mouth twitch; shuffling to lean up against one of the pillars that ran along the wall of the castle. He noticed the Hufflepuff boy had already disappeared back to whatever hole he came from, and he felt a pang of smugness.
“Also” she breathed, pushing a heavy book onto his chest “this is yours”.
He looked down at the book in his arms; an Arithmancy textbook he’d lent her over the summer. He’d added cartoons in the margins; various weird doodles of Hogwarts and Professor Mcgonagall.
She turned on her heel, hair whipping across her cheek as she strode towards the large, old doors of the school. Despite her brisk step; Draco’s long legs won out as he followed her.

“What did I do?” he sighed, genuine annoyance and hurt creeping into his voice. The sound made him wince; it wasn’t a tone he was used to using, and not one his father would have encouraged.
She scoffed, taking the stairs two at a time as her robe skirted around her.
“Like you don’t know, Malfoy”.
He huffed, pausing for a moment to wonder whether this was actually worth his time.
But stupid feelings in his chest told him to press on; and so he raced up the stairs after her. Rushing up the flight, he ran in front of her, pausing on the stair just above her.
“I’m serious. What?” he asked, his eyes darting up to a group of students who were watching them with giggles and curious expressions.
(y/n) made a frustrated sound, clenching her hand into a fist.
“Draco,” she began, the use of his first name on her lips making his face grow hot “you are free to go to the ball with whoever or whatever you like-”.
Draco swallowed.
“-but getting Pansy Parkinson to charm notes that vulgar about me as a way to boast about your newfound relationship is crass and stupid. And just makes me think you’re as pathetic as she is”.

Draco’s brow furrowed; knitting his forehead together in confusion as he bit his lower lip.
“Don’t be ridiculous. As if I’d go to the ball with Pansy Parkinson. She’s as dull as a troll” he retorted with a slight snort.
(y/n) narrowed her eyes.
“That isn’t what she said” she replied, folding her arms together in defiance.
Draco suddenly felt an incredible sense of vulnerability. Here he was - in the middle of a staircase - discussing non-trivial matters with a Gryffindor he felt something for. 
If Potter ever caught wind of this, Draco was sure he’d get a broken nose.
It must have shown in his face, because (y/n) suddenly flushed a strange shade.

“Can we-” Draco began, before dropping to a mutter “-I want to talk about this. Not here”.
(y/n) bit her lip and rolled her eyes. She looked frustrated, but he knew she couldn’t resist. She nodded, and throwing a look over his shoulder, he hooked his palm under her arm, shoving his book into his other arm. Despite the demanding nature of the gesture, she didn’t pull away as he lead her down the corridor; he could swear she was even leaning into him slightly.

They reached an empty broom cupboard; dusty cauldrons and discarded robes lay scattered around as Draco dropped his textbook to the floor with a thud. (y/n) nudged the door closed with her foot before giving him a steely gaze.

“Alright, what-”
“-I didn’t ask Parkinson to send you anything. And I certainly didn’t ask her to the ball” Draco breathed, his voice too low and all wrong. He noticed he was tapping his foot; he willfully steadied it, leaving him with all of this nervous energy sizzling in his chest.
“Then why in Merlin’s name would she come out with that?” (y/n) said in exasperation, brushing back her hair with one hand.
And this was crunch time.
Draco leaned back against the cool stone of the broom cupboard, his back resting against the ledge of a window that looked out over the courtyard. He felt the sharp breath he took in deep in his lungs; the oxygen making his head spin.

“Jealousy? Isn’t that obvious?” he asked.
“Pfft. As though you’d ever fancy me” she laughed nervously “that’d be the day”.
Draco sighed, scratching his silver-blonde hair.
“Would that be so wrong?” he chuckled.

(y/n) stopped, her face flooding with emotion as the tension in her body suddenly seemed to dissipate.
“I mean…” she stuttered “it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. You might be the most irritating person I’ve ever met - but you have fantastic hair” she jested, taking several steps towards him as she bit her lip slightly.
Draco felt a weight suddenly lift from his chest; for the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt giddy with excitement and anticipation for what came next.

“Then I suppose we’ll give her a very good reason to be jealous” Draco chuckled, pulling (y/n) into his arms tenderly as she pressed her lips to his.

anonymous asked:

picture this: peter and ned being all lovey and cuddling in front of mj and she's just like "ew you guys are dorks" until peter pulls her in too and she can no longer pretend she doesn't like it

“wanna know who has the best boyfriend in the world?” ned says casually, pulling peter onto him and kissing his nose.

“gosh, i dunno, who?” peter says, leaning back and scratching his chin pretending to wonder. mj scoffs half-heartedly and flips a page of her book.

“me!” ned declares, pulling peter back and kissing him. it isn’t the best kiss because peter isn’t even trying not to giggle into it.

“well,” peter begins, pulling back from ned in mock surprise. “that can’t possibly be true, because i’m pretty sure that i’m the one with the best boyfriend??”

and ned begins tickling peter’s sides until he’s giggling again, leaning against ned and burying his face into his shoulder. “how about a truce???”

“never!!” peter yells, reaching suddenly for his pillow so that he can hit ned with it. the two flop down into peter’s bed and burst out laughing, occasionally reaching over to play wrestle.

mj rolls her eyes. “you guys are so lame, i can’t believe i agreed to date you.”

“you were the one who asked us out!” peter squawks, sitting up quickly and giving himself a blood rush to the head. it makes him dizzy and he falls back into ned’s arms and hums happily.

“i don’t recall,” mj mutters, side-eying both of them coolly. she isn’t even really paying attention to her book anymore, but still pretends to read it.

ned opens his arms and peter makes a sound of annoyance at no longer being surrounded by warmth.

“stop being so grouchy and come help me tickle peter.”

“i’m an adult, i don’t tickle people for fun. maybe as a form of torture.”

peter snorts. “is that why you read books on bondage in gym class?”

“you can never know too much about bondage, parker,” mj sighs, closing her book and leaning into peter’s desk chair. “especially when one of your boyfriends literally fights crime by restraining people with a weird white mystery fluid that he sprays from his body.”

ned chokes on his spit from how hard he begins laughing, and peter glares at mj as he wraps his arms around ned and snuggles into him.

“it’s WEBBING, it’s artificial WEB fluid -”

“it looks like genetically enhanced semen -”


“is ‘a lab’ what you call ned’s dick now? kinky.”

by this point ned is just rolling around on the bed laughing, he can hardly catch his breath. peter grumbles to himself and then opens his arms for mj, and she smiles and goes and crawls into his embrace. she pecks him on the lips really fast and rests her head on his chest. she’s happy he’s become comfortable enough with her to not wear his binder when they all hang out together, he’s softer to lay on without it.

“you suck,” peter sighs into her hair affectionately. ned finally calms down and scoops them both up into his arms, and mj giggles sleepily. “you both suck.”

“he’s such a sore loser,” ned sighs.

“mhm,” she says, closing her eyes and falling asleep. she had a long day at school, she deserves a nap in her boyfriends arms.

playing with fire (8) | taehyung

Originally posted by jjilljj

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here

 Throughout life, your bound to meet someone who is unlike any other.  You could be with and talk with that person for hours, and never get bored. Tell them things you would never tell anyone else, and they’d never judge you. That person is your soulmate, your best friend. Because the best relationships usually begin unexpectedly. That’s how you felt about Namjoon. It’s how you still feel about him.

“Why do you still have all this stuff?” Y/F/N ask you, as she rummages through your bottom drawer. Which contained almost every single thing Namjoon gave you. From pictures, to books, and accessories. 

“You even kept this stupid ring!” She scoffs at you, glaring at the jewelry in her hand. You snatch it back and frown. “I haven’t had the heart to get rid of anything,” You tell her honestly.

Parts of you was still clinging onto the bits of Namjoon that you had left. Wether it was a book he recommended you to read or a polaroid of the two of you. Anything that would make you never forget what you once had. 

“And it’s not stupid,” You mumble. “We got that together on my birthday. By they way, happy birthday Namjoon,” 

Y/F/N rolls her eyes in annoyance. “It’s time for you to get over him. This has been long overdue. Plus, you have a boyfriend. How would Taehyung feel about this?” She presses you. 

You sit up from your bed, puzzled. “Taehyung isn’t my boyfriend. We went on one date, and that’s it,” You say, putting so much emphasis on the last two words. That was really it. After your date, the two of you haven’t spoken along that. Taehyung texted you here and there, but you deliberately ignored him. And he got the message and didn’t bother you. 

“God, if I was Taehyung, I would so drop you. I can’t imagine a guy leaving me high and dry and other types of mixed signals,” Y/F/N says. 

“Is it bad if I say I’m sort of playing him at his own game,” You question yourself. 

“Yes,” She gasp at you. “Up to now he’s been treating you so well. Don’t ruin it,” She warns you.

The sound of your phone alerted the both of you. You grab your phone scanning the screen. “Is it him?” Y/F/N ask you.

You shook your head. “It’s Jimin,” You look over the messages he sent and sighed. “He’s asking me what did I do to Taehyung. Apparently, he’s acting like “he’s on his period”- how nice,” You slightly laugh. 

Out of no where, Y/F/N grabs your phone and runs into the bathroom. You jump off your bead and chase after her, highly perplexed with what just happened. “What are you doing, Y/F/N!” You yell. 

“You’ll see,” Her answer was muffled on the other side of the door. Suddenly, the door swings open and your phone was shoved in your face. On the screen, showed Taehyung’s name. 

“What the hell,” You whispered yelled. Grabbing the phone and ready to press the end button. 

“No,” Y/F/N screams at the top of her lungs before jumping on your back. “Talk to him!” She says.

You scream in frustration as the weight is put on your back. “Get off!” You yell with strain, moving the phone away from her reach. “Stop!” The two of you stumble into the room and on your floor. 

“OW,” You wince. 

“Answer him,” Y/F/N pins you down the floor and takes the phone putting it against your ear. 

“Hello,” You croak out of breath. After hearing no response you take the phone seeing that their was no one on the line. You groan and push Y/F/N off of you. “Can you give me a minute please,” 

Y/F/N nods at you and leaves your room for a moment. You sit up from the floor and sit again you bed, clicking Taehyung’s name once more. It rang about twice before he picks up. “Yeah,” He speaks.

Your face became heated and your heart was racing. “Uh, h—hi,” You stutter and clear your throat immediately. “I’m so sorry about what just happened,” You bit your lip, just wanting to bang your head against the wall.

Taehyung chuckles. “Don’t worry about it,” He tells you.

“Taehyung listen, I’m sorry for ignoring you. I just needed some time, I guess. I don’t know. I’m just confused; I’m still confused. Things are hard for me right now,” You explain to him. “But our date. It was the greatest thing I ever done in a long time. I loved it,,” 

“That’s good to hear. You worried me for a while,” He says. 

“So, you can stop being bitter, okay.” You assure him. 

“I was never bitter,” He retorts.

“You were being a little bitch,” 

“Y/N!” He yells.

You hold your stomach from laughter and couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sorry, again”

“I can’t be mad at you, Y/N. Ever.” He says. 

You were currently internally screaming. Why did this boy make you feel like this? Like you were falling in love all over again. 

“It’s late. You should go to bed,” Taehyung speaks.

“Okay, tell Jimin good night for me. And Jungkook, if he’s there.” You say.

“Please don’t say his name,” Taehyung groans.

“What? Jimin or Jungkook?” You tease him.

“Y/N, I’m serious.” He growls.

“Good night, jealous boy,” You told him and hung up before he can say anything further. 

“I love when couples make up,” Y/F/N come in jittering. Your big smile then became a frown, once you recollected yourself. “We’re not together,” You respond back.

“Your not together, yet. Give it some time. I say in about three weeks or less. You’ll be Kim Taehyung’s first girlfriend ever.” Y/F/N gushes. You couldn’t help but have a scenario in your head. You being Taehyung’s girlfriend. It’s so unlikely, so unexpected. Never happened before, others would say.

“Oh, shut up already and let’s just go to sleep,” You say getting into your bed. 

The two of you head to sleep. Waiting for the events of tomorrow.

You and Y/F/N sit at the kitchen table eating cereal when you suddenly receive a text. 

taehyung : im picking you up in a few minutes

“Aw, he’s so sweet. You guys are totally in the dating stage. When he picks you up, drops you home, he’s definitely going to be more intimate, and give you cute pet names and all that good stuff.” Y/F/N cooed. 

You gagged and finished the rest of your breakfast. “Please stop talking,” You tell her putting the bowls in the cereal. “You love it, admit it,” She presses you. Ignoring her, you get up and head to the living room to grab your bag. Just at that moment, you hear a car honking outside.

Y/F/N squeals and pushes you out the way as she bolts to the door. Your father wasn’t home, like always so you had to lock the door yourself. There was Taehyung’s hot ride in front of your house. You take a deep breathe and head down your stairs.

You see Taehyung immediately come out the car to open the door for you. “Thanks,” You say to him as you get in. You turn around in your seat to see Jungkook and Y/N. “Hey Jungkook,” You greet the boy.

He slightly looks at you and gaze at your neck for a split second. “Hey,” He finally says, clearing his throat. You smirked and turned around, not expecting the boy to be awkward around. What happened, happened. Plus the hickey’s were faded. 

Taehyung get’s in the car and starts it up. The ride was silent for a while. Not a single person uttering a work. And you wish it stayed like that until Y/F/N opened her big mouth. “So Taehyung, when you gonna pop the big question to Y/N?” She ask aloud. You gulped and sat up straighter.

“Uh, when she’s ready to start a relationship with me,” He says with no hesitation.

You briefly looked at Taehyung and then back at the window. A shy smile creepng up on your lips, but you let no one see it. “You hear that Y/N,” She hisses at you.

Once you see the school building, you immediately open the car door, which made Taehyung stop the car; and you get out. A few head turns once noticing Taehyung’s car, and of course; you. You still didn’t care what people thought of the two of you. It’s just what they make it.

“Y/N,” You heard Taehyung call out to you. You stop in your tracks and waited for him to catch up, so you two can walk together. “Sorry, If I said something wrong,” He told you.

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry. You were just being you,” You tell him. Taehyung chooses to not bring the conversation any further, so the two of you walk silently into the school building. 

“So, um, are you up for a second date by any chance?” Taehyung ask. You hear the shyness in his voice, and it almost made you smile.

“What do you have in mind?” You ask.

Taehyung eye’s suddenly became brighter. “We can, go to the zoo. Or go out to eat. Oh, there’s also the animal shelter I’ve been wanting to go to. Jimin would never go with me because—he’s Jimin. And I sort of ignored Kookie for a while.” He rambles.

You frown as you reached to your locker. “Please tell me your not still mad at him. It’s not his fault. In fact, it was no ones. Well, maybe yours for having those fucked up drinks,” 

Taehyung groans and leans his head against a locker. “I just didn’t- I don’t want anyone touching you and being with you,” He says.

“What I’m hearing is, it makes you jealous,” A teasing smile appears on your face. Taehyung moves closer to you and stares deep into your soul. “Very jealous,” 

You found yourself getting tense and tried to relax at the closeness. “All right then,” You mustered up some words to say. “I’ll only be with you,” 

Taehyung took an advantage of this moment to press his lips against yours. You depend the kiss and soon your tongues were colliding. You pulled away completely embarrassed by the kiss and hid yourself in his chest. “What’s wrong?” He ask you, pecking you on your forehead.

You shyly look up at him and sigh. “What are you doing to me?” You didn’t expect an answer. But all he did was look down at you and smile. 

Y/F/N was certainly right about how Taehyung would start acting around you. He was surely more touchy. Began holding your hand out of no where, and start caressing your face. It was cute. And you hated how it made you feel. You were deeply effected by his actions. Some moments you wanted to rip every strand of hair out your head or better yet die.

“I’m taking you home,” Taehyung says as school dismisses. Your no longer going to comment or protest anything he does anymore. You liked how he was trying. Trying to build something up with you. And again you say, you hated how you were starting feel.

He takes your hand and you two walk out the building and to where his car was parked. “Did Jimin come to school today?” You ask aloud as he opens the car door for you.

He closes and jogs to the other side getting in. “Nope, he was setting up for our  friend’s birthday party tonight. It’s gonna be a huge surprise. You should come, I want you to meet my other friends.” He tells you.

“Woah slow your role, I didn’t even meet your parents yet,” You laugh at your own joke.

“You will when they come back from Daegu,” Taehyung says.

Your eyes widen at this and your suddenly stiff in your seat. You cough awkwardly and look out the window as he drove. “Remember when you told me that we’ll see where things end up for us.” He says.

You furrow your eyebrows for a second and nodded, recalling the night of the party. “Yeah,”

“Well let me give you a visual. Me and you are going to be happy together. We’re going to go on all the dates we can think of. Do the craziest things. Maybe might get arrested for it, knowing me. Then your going to see how you completely changed me,” He explains.

“Ugh, your just like him. Saying the cheesiest shit out of no where,” You say looking down.


“My ex, not important,” You say. 

“Tell me about this ex, so I can know what my competition is like in the future,” Tahyung pries.

Slightly chuckling, you look out the window. “He was definitely smarter then you. Older too.”

“Oh, is that a kink,” Taehyung teases you and poked your side rapidly. 

You laughed out loud and swatted his hand away. “Really though, he was an amazing guy. I’m sure he still is,” You say.

“Well, he’s dumb for losing you,” Taehyung tells you as he pulls up to the front of your house.

You smile to yourself and turn to look at Taehyung. As soon as he turned his head to look at you. You swoop in to kiss his lips. The kiss lasting more longer then ones you shared. This brought him to cuff your face and bring you in more, your tongues meeting. You pull away leaving him in shock. “Wh—What was that for?” He stutters out. 

“I’m starting to like you Kim Taehyung,” You answer and make your way out of the car.

You and Y/F/N had drove over to Taehyung’s house for the surprise party he was planning for his friend.  “God, he’s always having a party,” You mumble as your park the car nearby.

“I’m cool with it, their always fun,” She says to you excitingly getting out of the car and running towards Taehyung’s house. You tugged on your gray bodycon dress as it was hiking up. Usually you would never wear anything like this. But tonight, you wanted to be more vigorous. 

“Stop you look great. The shorter the better,” Y/F/N says from the front door, repeatidly. 

You growl at her as you reached the door. It was suddenly opened by a stranger who looked both of you up and down. “Nice,” He said. You rolled you eyes and bumped him out of the way as you make it inside the house. 

The home was decorated with birthday things, such as balloons, streamers and many more. “I’m gonna go find Jungkook,” Y/F/N said. You nodded and watched her leave before wandering around the house. 

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around you. You grin as you felt his chin lean on your shoulder. “You look really good,” He said lowly in your ear. 

“Aren’t you gonna tell me it’s too short,” You shuffle out of his grip to turn to him. 

“No,” He immediately says, pulling you into him. “I’m not that type of guy. Your an independent woman. Wear what you want.”

You widen your eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. You cuff his face in concern. “Either your really woke or your just trying to get me in bed,” You say ruffling his hair. 

Taehyung laughs and takes your hand. “Come on, my friend is coming any second now,” He pulls you into the entrance of the house were a couple of people already started gathering around. Jimin comes through the door and immediately closes it. “He’s coming! Everyone shut up! Jungkook the lights,” He says, before taking the spot next to you. Everyone stopped muttering and got into their places. “Don’t be mad,” He whispers to you.

You turned to him with confusion. “Why?” 

Taehyung hands you one of those mini confetti cannons. And you gladly took it, ready to pull it once the person came in. The lights then went out. You felt Taehyung hands wrap around your waist, and you would’ve gutted him; but you allowed it, the feeling brining you comfort. 

Just then the door opens, as three figures appeared. Then the lights turned and everyone simultaneously yelled surprise. You looked ahead at the person who walked in. Eyeing every inch of him. Your heart sank to hell, and probably anything below it. There stood Kim Namjoon, and his friends who use to be your friends, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin. 

It was when he made eye contact with you, you lost it. You pulled the string on your confetti cannon out late, earning stares. His hair was a nice lavender color. He look so damn good. In that moment, you wanted to be shot dead. Why him? Why now? Especially, now. You were slowly getting over him. And he just pops up out of the blue and knocks you down. Still making you feel this way, even though your not together. You hate it. You hate it so much.

But hate doesn’t last forever. And neither does love. 

i say sorry way too many times. the wait is over. finally namjoon is here shake shit up, lmfaoo. hopefully it gets good from her. also feedback is really nice….cuz to me this chapter was kinda shitty and let me know if i’m dragging the story. cuz i have way to many ideas. so like it up. 

Surreptitious [Jongdae]

Part of the Dalliance Series

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut.

Length: 1,8k

Part: 1/3

Summary: “Sometimes opposite poles attract, but what if it’s not entirely correct to in this case”

sur·rep·ti·tious kept secret, especially because it would not be approved of.

 The prompt and loud footsteps echoed through the lonely corridor along with your uneven breath, heart was beating fast and in an unsteady manner.  


It was the third time you’ve been late to class this week, it was your last strike and if you got your last strike that meant cleaning the bathrooms of the school or the whole gym by yourself, so you run with all your might not caring to make a disturbance in the other classrooms because of how your heavy footsteps echoed through the hall.  

You stopped in front of the classroom door placing your hands on your knees taking big breaths from the exhaustion, once you felt steady enough you raised your hand to the door but before you could knock, it was suddenly opened from the inside by the blond-haired man with golden colored round glasses over his eyes, that was named Kim Jongdae but to students he was known as Mr. Kim.

“I’m feeling nice today so this is your last warning, but one more time late and i’ll kick your ass out of my class” he said in soothing tone, giving you a sarcastic smile, you nodded understandingly and cursed at him internally, walking past him to your seat.     

“How I was saying before your classmate interrupted” his look fixed at you, making you secretly roll your eyes in annoyance “It’s considered one of the best books of the universal literature produced in Europe in the Middle Ages” he took a dramatic pause before continuing his speech 

“The Divine Comedy” he wrote with big letters on the whiteboard, everyone nodded understandingly some of them even let out sounds in comprehension as if they really got it.  

“Frankly how many people here has read it?” He asked looking for raised hands and nervous gazes that expected not to be called out, but no one dared to even make a sound anymore.

He chuckled walking from one side to another “I’m fascinated by Dante’s narrative, the way he describes every moment, situation and place in which he is manages to make the reader appreciate the novel with all five senses, it’s a book that deser-”

“It is a work whose fame I do not understand” You bluntly interrupted in disagreement, making all the heads in the classroom turn in curiosity and stopping him in his tracks.

“The argument, beyond hell is completely bland. If in addition, we add that the translation deprives us of all the terrifying sonority from which the original text is loaded, the result is a very suggestive text but without artistic plasticity and sincerely the last block, the sky, makes me yawn.” You finished looking at him defiantly.

These encounters were actually a normal thing now around your classroom, you could even dare to say that you already lost count from how many times this has happened between both of you.  

“The divine comedy is not a book for all tastes” He snapped back playing with the whiteboard marker between his fingers passing it through one finger to another. 

This was just getting started you could sense it by watching the small smile that was discreetly playing at his lips.  

“It’s a shame that you have to take much knowledge to have a healthy and comforting reading” the class erupted in laughter causing you to snap your brow together and shift in your place with discomfort.  

“But please, tell me if you have ever found a better description of who we are in the modern world” He finally finished raising and eyebrow at you expecting a comeback from your sassy mouth, but nothing came out, once again defeated.  

The bell rang signaling the end of the hour, everyone started gathering their things forgetting about the sudden humiliating scene that had just happened before them, but you stayed in your place still persistent to not give up on the staring competition with blonde sassy guy in front of you.  

Sincerely Mr. Kim was a bastard, a cute and sarcastic bastard who knew how to express his ideas without any shame, maybe that was one of the reasons why you couldn’t actually hate him, he always said what others were afraid of to say out loud and his passion towards art in general was just amazing, but nether less you just hated his guts.  

He squinted his eyes at you for a second in a playful manner and let out a breathy laugh in a mockery way towards you, turned around taking his poetry book from the desk and finally heading outside the classroom.  

You let your head fall on the table over your arms letting out a muffled scream.  

“If you keep challenging Mr. Kim in every class, you’re going to be considered the clown of the classroom” Areum spoke as she followed behind you threw the crowded corridor.

“He’s an asshole” You retorted back ignoring what she just said, raising your hands in the air dramatically while making your way to your locker.

“He’s not an asshole, it’s just, well he was right he did have a point”  

“You say that because you’re crushing on him” the blush instantly rose to her cheeks making her squeal and cover her face in embarrassment, you rolled your eyes at her silly reaction. 

“I don’t get how you can even like him, i mean yes he is attractive but tell me something else that’s good about him” you closed your locker and turned your gaze at her patiently waiting for an answer.

“You don’t notice this because you’re always discussing with him” she explained “But next class please just check him out in detail not only his appearance but everything, he loves art but he doesn’t even notice he is art himself” she finished with a smile plastered on her face. 

“You’re unbelievable Areum, i swear i’m going to puke at how corny you are” you mockingly said letting out a sigh shaking your head in disbelief.  

“Wait until you experience what love is”

You arrived to the classroom early, since this time you did put on correctly the clock alarm and partly because you were scared by his threat of kicking you out, the classroom would almost be isolated if it weren’t for Do Kyungsoo who was furiously typing something in his laptop and Areum sleeping in the table next to him. 

“Good morning” you greeted, both of them turned their gaze at you to greet back but you gasped at how wrecked they looked, both of them had dark bags under their eyes and messy hair as if they didn’t have the time to even take a shower.

“What happened to both of you?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes in annoyance and kept furiously typing the keyboards of his laptop ignoring you. Areum let out a long yawn “I barely slept last night, I seriously thought I wouldn’t finish the homework assignment” she answered rubbing her knuckles to her eyes due to the fatigue. 

You widened your eyes in surprise and let out a groan in frustration “I totally forgot” you said covering your face in disbelief. 

“He left it two weeks ago, sincerely your really smart but you lack of responsibility and if your gonna ask for help that’s a no from me” Kyungsoo harshly said back at you frowning, still immersed in his laptop. 

You turned to Areum in search for help but she just shrugged agreeing with the small and cute, but evil boy beside her. 

“Kyungsoo-ah” you pouted crouching down next to him “You’re my best friend, please help me i know that behind all that scary facet you have, there is squishy soo, besides i promise it’ll be the last time” he looked at you fluttering your lashes and puckering your bottom lip at him.

“No, i warned you last time if it happened again i wouldn’t help you” he ended the discussion and kept doing his task. 

“Why are you so mean Kyungsoo” you said at him and took a seat besides the already sleeping Areum.

“Since class already ended please leave your homework assignment here at my desk before you leave, thank you, have a good day” he said while checking the book he had in hands.

You gathered all your things and fastly headed towards the door bumping people in the process, the nervous were present in you trying not to get caught.

“Where do you think your going” his voice echoed through the classroom obviously the question was towards you. 

 Fuck, almost made it.

“Come over here” he said looking at you, the corner of his lips curving into a smirk, letting out a defeated sigh you dragged your feet too the smirking man that was surely enjoying the moment.

“I think you forgot to leave your assignment here, young lady” he pointed at the stack of papers that was in front of you.

“Yeah, i think i did thanks for the reminder” you let out a nervous laugh and pretended to search inside our bag for the nonexistent homework “I’m not dumb, both of us know that you didn’t do the assignment” he blurted out not holding his loud laugh anymore, once again he made fun of you.

You wanted to retort back at him for making fun of you but, in this situation you knew you had no saying, it was a dead end literally “I forgot to do it Mr. Kim, sorry” you confessed getting mentally prepared for the heavy punishment.

“I’m guessing by your scrunched face you already know what you’re going to do” he said gathering his things from the desk “So i expect you today after class in my office” he gave you a wink and left the classroom in a hurry for his next lecture”

Wait, after class in his office? A wink? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You nervously knocked on the wooden door that was the entrance to his office, legs shaking and a light layer of sweat forming in your palms, you’d normally wouldn’t be acting all nervous but his last words sounded suggestive and the damn wink didn’t make it any better. 

“Finally you’re here, you surely have a lot of work to do and we don’t have plenty of time so let’s be fast” he said standing aside and locking the door again once you were in.

A lot of work? Plenty of time? Let’s be fast? 

You’re eyes grew wide in fear at his words, the nervousness was increasing and being alone with him made it worst.

“Wh-what  do you want me to do Mr. Kim?” you asked so you could get over with the suspense once and for all, he looked at you suggestively and pointed behind you. 

With fear you slowly turned at where he was pointing “I want you to help me grade all the assignments” you’re face got red in embarrassment, all this time you’ve been thinking dirty minded things and all he wanted was you to help him grade the damn papers.

A smile formed in your lips, you took one hand to your chest letting out a sigh in relief “Also tomorrow you’ll clean the bathrooms, don’t forget” your smile instantly disappeared from your face and now he was the one smiling. 


Tumblr prompt ( Yoongi x Oc )

Read Part 1 Here

Genre : unhealthy relationships. Married Au. A bit of an asshole yoongi. But he has his reasons.  

Rating : Mature.

part 2/?

“I want a divorce”.

Yoongi stared at me, his gaze steady and not even all that surprised. 

He finished knotting his tie and grabbed his jacket, still looking completely exhausted and unconcerned.

“That’s not going to happen. my father would never allow it.”

“i don’t care about your father!” i said angrily. 

“do you want me to apologize for being born as a Min, Y/N?  I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything. That’s all I can say. divorce isn’t an option. My parents would never agree. They’ll threaten to destroy everything I’ve built up over the years and i can’t risk that. I’ll stay out of your way. You  don’t have to see me if you don’t want to. i understand you don’t want to be with me but that’s all i can do for you.  Because this marriage isn’t ending. “

“You’re being unfair..” i choked out.

“i’m not. And just so you know, nothing’s changed. i’m still the man you married. i’ll ask jiyeon to leave today if that’s what bothers you so much. … you don’t have to worry about her.” 

and the way he made it sound, like it was my fault for wanting her gone. like it was perfectly reasonable for a man to have a wife and an ex fiancee who wasn’t even an ex in the first place. 

“How can you say that? Everything’s changed. She’s the one you want.!!” 

His eyes flared with annoyance. 

“I won’t break our marriage vows.” He said sharply, making me want to punch him in the face. 

“You broke every vow you made to me!” i snapped back. 

He rolled his eyes. 

“you’re being dramatic.  i never cheated on you. Never will.  so stop looking at me like that.”  

 But she works with you. don’t act as if you can’t have an affair with her is you wanted to. even if you did , your parents wouldn’t really mind would they? they would let you do as you please, as long as you made sure your stupid, helpless wife stayed by your side. 

“I hate you.” i snapped , momentarily meaning it. 

He sighed. 

“i won’t tell you not to. Like i said,  I can only apologize.” 

“ i don’t want your damn apology.” 

He stayed quiet and the urge to reach out and claw at him, to demand something, anything was so strong that i had to clench my fists on my knees, just to keep myself from launching myself at him.

why did he look so calm and composed? Had he not cared about me at all? Not even an ounce? After everything i’d done for him! i had never been frugal with giving myself to him.

My body, my soul … everything.

i thought of all the nights i would sit in front of the TV watching reports about accidents or tragedies. About young children abused, about them being hurt by nameless monsters and how i would wonder if yoongi was helping that kid right that moment, using his clever surgeon hands to sew them back together.

and i thought of how he would come home in the wee hours of the morning, hair stuck up in all directions, eyes wild from being awake for more than 30 hours, his body haggard from fighting against death and pain and how he would practically crumble into my arms in the bed.

and i would try to comfort him , letting him curl into my arms when he was tired. Stroking his hair as he tossed and turned sleeplessly, kissing away his tears when he lost a particularly young patient despite his best efforts.

How could someone not reciprocate even a little bit?

Was it so difficult , to love me? What did i do wrong?

but then, it didn’t matter anymore, did it? it was time to be a big girl now. Cut my losses, don’t look back . if he didn’t love me that was okay.

he could at least just….

“ Let me go.” I whispered out loud

. yoongi sighed and turned around before stepping close and kneeling in front of me. I stared at him, his hands reaching out to brush back my hair and i stiffened..

“it’s.. it’s not that simple.” He said finally and i pulled away from his touch.

“why not? i want to leave and it’s obvious you don’t want me here!”

“i never said i don’t want you here. stop putting words in my mouth. “ He frowned.

I laughed in disbelief.

“Yes.. all you said was that you’re in love with another woman. “ i cried out.

“I never said that either. I told you that i was in love with her, the last time i saw her. I don’t know anymore, okay? I haven’t thought about her in… a long time and I’m married to you now. That changes things. “ He said stiltedly and it only made the blood boil inside my veins.

“Oh poor you!  Two women to choose from , what a pitiful fate… “ i scoffed. “ you’re insufferable. You never treated me like a wife , and so far, I’ve put up with all the awful stuff you put me through. But it ends now. i want out. i want a divorce.  it’s that simple.” i hissed.

his jaw tightened and he stood back up, eyes going oddly cold.

“ it’s not ! If it was, we would have divorced a long time back, Y/N. if it was, i never would have married you in the first place. This is my family we’re talking about. You think you can walk out of this marriage that easily? “ there’s no cruelty in his tone, just a level headed rationality that makes me angrier.

“Stop calling it a damn marriage! it was never a marriage it was a bloody business deal! a contract !! Your family hated me!! You hated me!! ”

Something seemed to snap inside him . he reached out without warning and gis fingers closed over my throat, cutting off air and choking me. i gasped and clawed at his wrists till he let go, only to grip both my arms, so hard that i knew there would be bruises. 

i whimpered as he yanked me close, till my face was inches from his. 

“Damn right, i hated you ! “ he snarled, eyes blazing , “ because i had to pay for everything that your incompetent , cheat of a father did ! He was the one who didn’t know when to stop being greedy! He gambled away everything you had and landed in prison and just because my father didn’t want to see his friend’s family begging on the streets , he let you marry me! so , don’t forget that if it weren’t for me and my family, you would likely be a whore in the -”

he stopped, blinking and biting his lips but the words were as clear as if he had said them out loud. 

 whore in the streets. 

I felt tears spring out, hurt permeating the deepest reaches of my soul as I went limp in his arms.

He swore and drew me close.

“Fuck.. i didn’t.. that’s not what i mean.. Y/N… I’m sorry, baby…i didn’t mean that. You know i didn’t…i got carried away, please don’t…”  

I pushed him away. 

“Get out.” I said , voice shaking horribly. 

He stared at me. 

“I care about you. you’re still my wife. That hasn’t changed.” He said uselessly, like the words even held any meaning anymore. 

and then he was shrugging on his jacket, grabbing the pristine white coat and his stethoscope , reaching forward and actually pressing a  kiss  to my forehead before turning on his heel and leaving. 

i almost drowned in the scent of his cologne, musky and woody pine and my toes curled in pleasure. 

And the body and heart caved, i thought miserably,  even when the mind knew what utter foolishness it was to love this man. 

i felt my shoulders drop in stunned disbelief. 

As i sat there, feeling a bit like someone had taken a vial full of icy despair and injected it straight into my veins, the cold seeping to the furthest reaches of my body, i wondered if this was it. 

i curled into the bed and with shaking fingers , i pressed my palm against my stomach. and I knew, i just knew that there was life inside there. i was carrying his baby, I knew it. Because it felt like I was feeling than my share of pain. 


"Well, i’m surprised you haven’t been to the doctor before, you’re nearly eleven weeks pregnant.” Namjoon wrinkled his nose in reproach as he scribbled furiously into the notepad. 

And the matter of fact tone just made me sink deeper into the chair. So, it was official. My life was over. I tried to dredge up the excitement that had been there, at the prospect of a baby , before I’d learned about jiyeon and Yoongi. but it wasn’t there anymore. 

“Yoongi doesn’t know. Please don’t tell him.” i said dully and he glanced up at me sharply. 

“that’s.. probably not going to happen. i report to him. He’s going to  have to sign off on your file when i’m done with the ultrasound. There’s no way you’re going to hide it from him. “

And this is what happened when you didn’t think straight. i was an idiot. Why had i even come here? It was yoongi’s hospital. 

But it wasn’t an option. 

yoongi’s chauffeur was fiercely loyal to my mother in law and i knew that he always reported to her about anywhere i went .

it would have raised suspicions if i wanted to go to another hospital when my husband actually owned the biggest one in Seoul. 

“come on, Y/N. Put on your gown and we’ll get this going.” Namjoon said cheerfully. 

it was over quickly and I waited outside while Namjoon typed up the report . i sat on the uncomfortable benches, staring at some of the other patients. i had put on a simple white blouse and a pink skirt , nothing fancy and i noticed that most of the women were dressed in plaid and work clothes. they looked happy , however, some of them even accompanied by husbands, who fuzzed around them with whispers of , “ yeobo, do you want more water… “ , “ Yeobo do your legs hurt..” 

I sighed, staring back at the wall. I supposed they were happy, being able to share something amazing together. i placed a tentative palm on my own tummy, which had just began to curve out , barely visible over the loose clothing i wore. i felt apologetic more than anything as I thought of my baby. 

He or she really didn’t deserve such awful parents. 

About ten minutes later, a pretty looking nurse came out with a hard bound file and she gave me a wide smile. 

“Ah! Mrs. Y/L/N ! Are you ready? We can have a final consult with Dr. Min and you’ll be free to go.” ( A/N : i understand that Koreans do not change their surnames after marriage ) 

I felt my eyes bug out in shock.

“Wait-what?! no.. i.. i mean… I don;t have to meet him.. right?” I stuttered out in a panic. 

the nurse frowned.

“Well, it’s protocol. Dr. Min always meets all the new mothers, especially if it’s your first time at the hospital and you haven’t had a kid before. it;s nothing serious, he just likes to keep you well informed and comfortable. He’s a great doctor. everyone loves him.”

 ugh, Min yoongi !! 

I groaned. 

“But isn’t there another doctor? What about.. what about, Dr. Jeon? isn’t he in the dept too?” i said desperately. 

she hesitated. 

“Dr. jeon is a resident. He’ll be there with Dr. yoongi though. Dr. Yoongi’s actually one of the best…”

“i know.. i know.. the best doctors in the world, i know…” i rolled my eyes. 

“oh, come on.. is this because he’s really young and handsome? Don’t worry, Miss. Dr Yoongi has a beautiful wife and he is always turning down even coffee breaks . He loves his wife very much. He won’t hit on you.” she winked playfully. 

i shut my eyes in exhaustion. 

“i… fine. just… which way is it?”


 When i stepped into the air conditioned office that was Yoongi’s personal consulting room, he wasn’t there. oh , he was , but he was behind the small partition that cordoned off a part of the room. 

jung kook was sitting in the chair next to Yoongi’s plush leather one and he went slack jawed when he saw me.

“uh.. boss… You should probabaly get out here.” He said softly as i took the small chair used for patients.

Yoongi’s voice from behind the curtain made my jaw tighten. 

“what’s wrong? I thought it was a routine pre natal check up.”

“uh…” Jung kook stared at me and mouthed a silent ,  does he know? 

i shook my head bleakly and the younger kid went into silent guffaws, shoulders shaking as he giggled into clenched fists. 

i smiled grudgingly. it was funny when taken out of context, 

“Well, it is, Patient is 24, first time mother. “

“what’s the due date ? 9th of March. isn’t that your birthday hyung?” jung kook smiled brightly. 

Yoongi chuckled.

“Guess the kid is going to be like me, then.” 

The curtains rustled and yoongi stepped out, the smile freezing on his face as his eyes went wide with shock. He saw me, his eyes fixing on my face and his mouth opening in alarm. 

“Y/n…?” His jaw went slack. 

“I really hope my baby  isn’t anything like you, doctor.” i said sharply. 

Yoongi swallowed. jung kook chortled . 

“Jung kook, please.” He said and Jung kook smiled apologetically  before winking and leaving, carefully closing the door behind him. 

I stayed perfectly still while Yoongi took the seat that was his, still looking shell shocked. 

“ i.. this… how long have you known?” He cleared his throat. i almost shook, surprised and thrown by the gentle warmth in his gaze , the way his arm reached out, like he wanted to hold my hand.  

It’s an illusion. He looks like a dream, but he’s just misery in human form. Don’t be fooled again. 

“I’m your patient. Please don’t ask me anything that isn’t protocol.” I said coolly, willing myself not to start bawling. 

Yoongi sighed.

“i already apologized for-”

“I’m leaving…” i made to get up but he quickly gripped my wrists.

“Okay.. fine. Fine. i’ll give you space, If you don’t want to talk about it then fine. that’s fine. just… are you nauseous?” He said casually, slipping into doctor mode easily. 

i shook my head.

“i was.. but now i’m not.” I shrugged.

“i see. Well, you’re almost finishing up on your first semester. i’ll be prescribing a few more supplements and vitamins. Be sure to take them. Are you hurting anywhere? Back? legs?”

I shook my head. 

He nodded and signed off on the file, pushing it to me. 

“that’s good. everything seems to be fine. you can give this to the nurse and she’ll fill in the prescriptions for you. Next appointment is two weeks from now. . Although, next time, i would advice you to come with your husband.” He said softly. 

i glared at him. 

“Excuse me?”

“Fathers play an important role in the pregnancy as well. He’s probably really excited at the thought of having a child.  I think he would like to hear about his child too.” He said softly, something soft in his gaze and I clenched my teeth in anger.

 how dare he…he had no right to say such things… nor right to make me feel this way….

  “ His father’s dead to me.” I said sharply, grabbing the file and standing up.

 Yoongi flinched like i’d physically slapped him and the mask on his face slipped a little. He half stood, eyes begging me to understand as he reached out for me. 

“Y/N.. please …” 

“Good bye Dr. Min.” i turned on my heel and walked out, slamming the door shut behind me. 


 To Be continued. 

~Of Nicknames and Kisses~

Your hybrids are attracted to you, but will you accept them?


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“Hey, Yoongi.”


“You like Y/N, right?”


The cat, not expecting the question, knocks his head against one of the pantry shelves.  You were away at class and the two hybrids were currently scrounging around the kitchen for something to eat.

“I mean, yeah.  You like her too, don’t you?”  Yoongi questions, rubbing his head to try and soothe the pain.

“Of course I like her!”  Taehyung exclaims.

“Okay.  We both like her, she takes care of us.  What’s the point?”  He asks, returning to his search for food.

“Why doesn’t she have a nickname?  She cares about us enough to give us nicknames and we care about her, so it’s only fair if we gave her one too.  I mean it’s clear that you like-like her and nicknames are usually something a person gives to someone they like.”

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better late than never ❣ scott mccall

summary : action has been rather slow in good ol’ beacon hills lately, so the mccall pack takes it upon themselves to stir up some excitement with a lovely albeit somewhat childish game of truth or dare. ( based off this )

word count : 2.2k ( way longer than usual oh my god )

   Lydia Martin was on a mission. A mission, that is, to not only drum up some fun in the town that’s behavior was, strangely enough, completely mundane for once, but to do so by getting two of her best friends together. As a couple, of course. Y/N Y/L/N and Scott McCall were ridiculously perfect for each other in every conceivable way. They were practically together already, but neither of them wanted to be the first to say that they were in love. Scott’s had two relationships end in flames already, and Y/N’s last boyfriend was in freshman year and had ended so awfully she had sworn off men for the rest of her life and vowed to become a nun when the time was right. 

    Of course, then she met Scott, and everything changed. Who wants to be a nun when you can be with Scott McCall? 

   But the fact that Y/N and Scott hadn’t admitted their feelings to each other yet irked Lydia to no end. She heard Scott absolutely gushing about the other girl to Stiles and Liam on a daily basis, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips when she walked past him with a shy smile on her face when she waved. He’d turn to his friends right after she was out of earshot, his face flushed with happiness from a gesture as simple as a smile and wave, and say, “Oh God, isn’t she just… like, wow?” And then he’d shake his head with that same wistful grin, thinking about all the ways he’d show his affection toward her if only he could work up the courage to tell her. 

    Of course, everyone had tried to get him to do so already. “You’ve defeated like, eighty million villains, Scotty, and you can’t tell one harmless girl that you’re in love with her? She’s not even scary. She’s adorable.” To which Scott would reply, “She is, isn’t she?” And move along with his day. 

    The girls had tried to convince Y/N to tell Scott about her feelings once they realized Scott himself wasn’t going to budge. “Aw, guys, I just can’t. He’s so Scott. He’s so cute and he’s sweet and he’s funny and I don’t wanna fuck it up like I know I will so I’ll just love him from afar and be happy with it.” This comment earned a copious amount of groans and complaints that Y/N tuned out by daydreaming about what would happen if she was actually able to work up enough courage to tell Scott that she kind of, sort of, pretty much loved him. That was all they were though, simple daydreams. Until Lydia set her well thought out, expertly crafted, born from the mind of a genius -direct quote from Lydia- plan in motion. 

   It was a simple plan, really. She had issued out a mass text to everyone, including Y/N and Scott, that she was having a mandatory pack sleepover (she had previously called it a slumber party but Stiles and Liam had been adamantly against the usage of the term because they were convinced that they were too manly to use such words) and everyone was invited because as per usual, her mother wouldn’t be around this weekend. Then, she began a separate text thread with everyone excluding Scott and Y/N, explaining the rest of the plan to the pack to ensure that no one would mess it up. 

   The night of the sleepover, Y/N and Scott showed up at the exact same time. She was struggling to pick up her duffle bag that was clearly overpacked and carry it up Lydia’s extensive front staircase. Scott, being both smitten with the girl and a gentleman regardless, jogged quickly over to her. 

   “Hi,” he said, a sweet smile passing over his face as he took the bag from her arms. “Let me get that for ya. How are you, Y/N?” Most of the time, when someone asks such a question, they aren’t looking for a genuine answer. They don’t really care how you are, or what you say in response to their query. When she looked at Scott, however, she could tell that he genuinely wanted to know and cared about how she was doing. 

    “I’m good, Scotty,” She replied cheerfully, returning the smile. “And how is my favorite true alpha doing on this lovely night?” With a slight roll of his eyes, not out of annoyance, Scott said, “I’m the only true alpha that we know of.” 

    She shrugged, poking him in the side. “But you’d be my favorite even if I knew, like, ten true alphas.” Surprised at herself for even saying something she considered as bold as that, she slipped back into her introverted shell and fell silent once again. Sensing that Y/N no longer wanted to talk to him and trying not to appear as disappointed as he felt, Scott quietly walked into the house, Y/N trailing behind, with her bag still slung over his shoulder. He placed it on the ground next to the others’, and she thanked him in a soft, almost inaudible voice. Then, she hurried off to find the girls. 

   Scott ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to think. He went into the kitchen, greeted by Stiles and Liam. “So,” Stiles said the moment Scott made his entrance, “I saw you and our dear Y/N come in together,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Have you finally grown a pair and admitted your stupidly adorable crush to her, or did you back out yet again?” 

   Not bothering to argue, Scott shook his head. “I’m not even sure if she likes me, man. I mean, I think she does, everyone says she does, but the way she acts doesn’t make it seem like she does, you know?” 

   Stiles glanced up to the ceiling with a deep groan, looking to Liam. “They never learn, do they? Scott, even baby wolf over here understands girls better than you do sometimes.” Before Liam could defend himself, Stiles placed a hand over his mouth. “Not now. Adults talking. Anyway, Y/N’s insanely shy, Scotty. You should get this by now. She’s never gonna tell you first because of the anxiety thing she’s got going on. You make her nervous. She likes you, and trust me, you’ll be together before the night is over, all right?” 

   Confused for the second time that night, Scott asked, “What? How do you know that?” Opting not to answer, the other two boys simply patted Scott on the shoulder with supportive grins and made their way to the living room. He followed them into the room, brows furrowed. He tried to sit next to Stiles on the couch, but his best friend practically shoved Scott across the living room to the other couch, where no one was sitting. The entire pack, save for Y/N and Lydia, were situated around one couch. The other two girls were up in Lydia’s room. 

    “Lydiaaaa,” Y/N was whining. “You totally did this on purpose. You’re trying to set Scott and I up and it’s weird, Lydia. You’re gonna freak him out and he’s gonna hate me.” 

    With a scoff, Lydia pushed past Y/N, forcing her to follow. “Puh-lease. Scott could never hate you even if he tried, even if you were his worst enemy in the world. He’s head over heels in love with you. And I’m not trying to set you guys up,” she added as an innocent afterthought. “You guys are soulmates, so everything will work itself out regardless of whether or not I extend a little bit of a helping hand.” 

    Rushing after the strawberry blonde, Y/N asked, “But… doesn’t that mean you are trying to set us up?” She received no reply as she marched into the living room after Lydia, noting with annoyance that of course the only seat available was squished next to Scott on the tiny love seat across from everyone else. Hesitantly, Y/N sat down beside him, aware that her heartbeat was terribly loud and that every were-thing in the room could hear it as well. 

   And boy- did he hear it. Her heartbeat was practically deafening with her being so close to him, and her scent betrayed all other emotion. She was terribly nervous. Scott, not wanting to embarrass her or bring it up in front of everyone else, subtly moved his hand over hers so that their fingers were interlocked, and he squeezed lightly. Alarmed but pleased all the same, she reached over and grasped his hand for a split second. She smiled shyly down at her lap, knowing he was looking at her but too afraid to look back. 

    Clearing her throat, Lydia stood up. “Hm, I’m not really feeling a movie right now, what about you guys?” As if reading from some sort of script, the members of the pack that were situated on the other side of the room shook their heads in unison. 

    “Maybe later,” Stiles suggested. 

    “We could always do something else,” Malia agreed quickly, trying to casually glance at Lydia to make sure what she said had been correct. Lydia gave a not so subtle nod of her head before switching topics. “How about we play truth or dare? It’s classic,” she said, glaring at Y/N before she could protest, which Lydia knew she was bound to do. 

     “Aw, Lyds, we’re not in seventh grade anymore,” Y/N said defiantly. 

     Scott, eager to make Y/N like him even more, agreed quickly. “Yeah, I mean, it’s just a little childish.” 

     “Whatever,” Lydia dismissed. “It’s four against two, and majority rules. And Y/N,” Lydia began, with a devilish grin on her face, “since you were so eager to disagree, you can go first. Truth or dare, best friend of mine?” 

    Y/N bit her lip, mulling it over in her head. See, if she picked truth, she knew Lydia would force her to tell Scott about her not so casual crush on him. But Y/N always picked truth. It was her thing. She preferred the safe choice. This time, truth was the risky choice. She couldn’t figure out what Lydia would do if she picked dare, so before the time was up, Y/N said, with a slight confidence boost from the encouraging nod Scott gave her just then, “I’ll go with dare.” 

    “Oh, perfect.” Lydia turned toward Stiles, whispering something in his ear. Stiles let out a laugh, grinning like a maniac. “Y/N, don’t hate me but… we dare you to kiss Scott.” Feeling like she was in seventh grade again and being dared to kiss her crush at the time, an unwitting and painfully shy Isaac Lahey, Y/N felt her face heat up and her chest constrict. 

    Scott, now blushing himself and feeling more nervous than he had in a long time, turned to her and said quietly, “Hey, you know you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, said a quick little thank you, and leaned over to press a kiss against his soft cheek. 

    The grin that Scott wore on his face the moment her lips made contact with his cheek was enough to melt her heart and seize it all at once. Now, with newfound confidence and loving her personality and shyness and loveliness more than he already had when he arrived at Lydia’s house, Scott placed a hand on her face. His finger tilted her gaze toward him, and he licked his lips nervously.  

   “C’mon, Y/N,” he murmured. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew what was going to happen next as he leaned a little more. “We both know that..” he licked his lips again, his other hand on her face now, “that’s not what she meant.” He pressed his mouth against her own, never letting his hands stray from her beautiful face. If he could stay in this exact position forever, he would choose to do so in a heartbeat, maybe even less than that. They pulled back from each other, but just barely. His lips were still brushing over hers, the tips of their noses touching as they could do nothing but stare at the other with an expression that was mixed with awe and surprise. 

    Neither of them had expected that to happen tonight. With a shaky breath, Scott moved his hands away so he could grasp both of hers. Y/N had the most lovestruck look in her eyes, Scott was practically blown away. Forgetting that they had a very attentive audience gazing at them from across the room, Scott said to Y/N, “Um, well, if it isn’t obvious yet, I’m, um, kind of completely in love with you. And I have been for awhile. I should’ve said something sooner but…” 

    Y/N grabbed him and kissed him first this time, short and sweet. “Better late than never?” She proposed. And he nodded gratefully, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him, engulfing her body in his. He just felt the desperate, needy desire to hold her for all of eternity, or something like that. Stiles and Liam dramatically wiped fake tears from their eyes, loudly joking about how they grow up so fast and soon enough they’ll be off getting married and having babies and the like. Neither Y/N nor Scott minded. They were simply happy to be in each other’s arms after all the months of waiting and dreaming for a moment such as this, and Lydia, ever the supportive best friend, made sure to snap about eighty-seven million pictures of Y/N and Scott when they dozed off on the couch together, her cheek pressed against his chest, curled up in the safe space that was Scott McCall’s comforting, loving arms. 

She’s just not that into you

This is about the struggles of dating, catching feelings and friendships! I might continue that but I’m not sure… If y’all like this I will turn it into a longer imagine ;) xoxo

“Stop sabotaging my love life!” she yells, throwing her hands up in annoyance.

The upset look on her face makes him a bit nervous but he tries to make a point here.

“I’m not sabotaging anything… please calm down,” he sighs, trying not to roll his hazel eyes at her.

“Are you kidding me? Why would you even say that to him? What the fuck is wrong with you, Shawn?” she exclaims, furiously staring at him, her cheeks pink. “Don’t you want me to be happy?” she adds, a quiet sob escaping her lips.

“No! You know I would do anything for you! But he’s just not right for you. Why won’t you see that?” Shawn breathes out, his nostrils flaring.

“Oh and it’s your business to decide that because… oh right it’s not your business!” she replies with a frown on her face.

“Look… you are my best friend,” Shawn tries to explain, “and I want you to be happy and in love and all that. But this guy is the worst. He cheated on his ex and he is so… not your type”

“NOT MY TYPE?” she shrieks and Shawn thinks he should shut up now. Or leave. Or just give up.

“Why would you know what my type is? I don’t even have a type”

Shawn sighs, running his hand through his curls in a frustrated way. He lets his arms drop to his sides.

“You just can’t say to guys I like ‘Oh, I think she’s just not that into you’… Shawn, what were you thinking?”

She doesn’t want to cry in front of him but she can’t help a tear spilling out and she furiously wipes it away. “You ruined everything! The tiny chance I had with him? Ruined!”

Shawn shakes his head, letting out a huff. “If he’s really interested, he won’t give a fuck about what I said. I just want to protect you, okay?”

“Then stop protecting me!” she hisses. “I don’t need you. You can’t protect and shield me from everything or every ‘evil’ thing in the world. If I get hurt, I get hurt and that’s it. I will deal with it! Not you”

He licks his lip, crossing his muscular arms in front of his hard chest. “Wow, you don’t understand me at all”

“Correct! I don’t understand your attitude at all. Why would you do this to me?” she responds with a sob.

He steps closer, getting hold of her wrist. “You really have no clue, right?” he breathes against her lips. “No fucking clue”

New Man (Part 3)

Originally posted by myachaelclifford

Part 1, Part 2

“In two weeks. I’m really nervous because if Raine doesn’t like him or they won’t get along I’d have to end things.”  You also hoped Luke wouldn’t ruin that date either, but there was no telling with him.

     You foot tapped at the floor in nervousness and your hands became clammy as the seconds ticked by. Your attention was drawn back to Raine the minute she let out a tiny whine. “What’s wrong?” you asked, head tilting to the side in question and eyebrows furrowing. You reached out to straighten the romper she was wearing, eyes meeting her hazel ones. Raine pointed at the ground and your eyebrow rose.

“Crayon!” she exclaimed and pointed at the floor again. You looked down and noticed the purple crayon she had been drawing with had fell to the ground. You leaned down in your spot and swiped it off the floor. “Crayon,” Raine said again. You sat it in front of her and then glanced at your watch. 

“Scott’s late baby girl,” you said in a light voice. You grabbed the wrapper the straw had came in and began to make tiny rips into the paper. After planning this date for weeks, Scott was finally meeting Raine and you were extremely nervous. The plan was to meet up for lunch and then go to Chuck E. Cheese. “Did you have fun seeing your grandparents?” you asked Raine, trying to distract yourself from Scott not being there. Luke had asked you to let him extend the time he had with Raine and so she ended up spending a few more days with him. You were happy to have your baby girl home and it was just in time for her to meet your boyfriend. Your phone vibrated loudly against the table and you picked it up. It was a message from Scott.

Sorry I’m running a little late, but I’m five minutes away. I can’t wait to meet Raine!

You smiled at the message and let out a sigh of relief. You had to get use to someone messaging you about going to be late. Whenever you were with Luke he would just show up when he wanted. You’ve often had to postpone stuff to accommodate him running off schedule. Now that you were with someone new you didn’t have to worry at all. Just five more minutes and then the real challenge would begin.

Raine curiously stared up at Scott and her head tilted to the side as she studied the stranger standing in front of her. You had gone on a bathroom run and by the time you and Raine left the restroom, Scott was sitting at the table. You bent down until you were at Raine’s height and your chin rested on her shoulder. “Raine Cloud this is mommy’s boyfriend, Scott,” you told her in a sweet voice. The young girl blinked at your words and you could feel her inch back into your embrace. “She’s a bit shy when meeting new people,” you explained to Scott. He had been standing at a safe distance away from the two of you. Rocking on the balls of his feet in nervousness. 

“Hello, Raine it’s nice to finally meet you. Your mom has told me so much about you,” Scott said, holding out his hand and bending down to Raine’s height also. Raine shifted in her spot and then timidly looked up at you. You gave her a smile and nodded your head in a sign to say it was okay. 

“Hi,” Raine timidly smiled, reaching out to grab his hand. Scott grinned at the sound of her voice and you could visibly see him relax. He let out a small chuckle and shook her hand. 

“Did you order yet?” Scott questioned, watching as you picked Raine up and placed her back in the high chair she had been sitting in. You shook your head and slid into the booth. 

“No I just ordered something to drink,” you told him. Scott nodded and tapped his fingers against the table. He was still nervous and wasn’t sure what to say to you with Raine sitting there. The child had went back to drawing and was babbling on about some show. She was talking as best as she could, some words being real and the others just sounds since she was still learning how to talk. 

“How are you feeling?” Scott asked. You let out a deep breath and gave him a small smile.

“Terrified,” you truthfully said, “I kind of thought you weren’t going to show up for a second.” Scott looked shocked at your words and you shook your head. “It was only because you were late and usually when that happens, in my case, I get stood up,” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Scott’s hand reached out to grab yours and his thumb brushed over the back of your hand. His eyebrows had furrowed in worry, but the smile on his face stayed. 

“I would never stand you up especially for something like this,” Scott reassured. Granted Scott had been scared the minute you told him you wanted him to meet Raine, but Scott liked you a lot and your daughter was a part of your life, so if he wanted to be in it…well that meant he had to meet the young girl that was the light of your life. “I’m glad to be here,” he said. You smiled at his words and Scott turned his attention to Raine. “Hey, Raine I brought you a present,” Scott said grabbing her attention as well. You watched as he pulled a small box from his jacket pocket and placed it in front of her. Raine grabbed the box with her chubby little hand and hit it against the table in curiousness. You took the box from her and began to peel the wrapping paper off. 

“What’s this?”you questioned in the voice you used to talk to her. You placed the paper you had ripped down on the table neatly and then opened the box with a smile. Inside was a silver bracelet. Similar to the one Scott had gotten for you, but only smaller to accommodate a child’s wrist. 

“I thought mother and daughter should match,” Scott explained. You picked up the bracelet and saw Raine’s name engraved on the side just like yours. 

“Thank you. Raine what do you say?” you said, clipping the jewelry onto the child’s wrist. You gave Scott a smile and he sent you a wink.

“Thank you!” she chirped, going back to what she was previously preoccupied with. A few minutes later the server arrived to take your orders and the date officially began.

     Raine began to wiggle about in your arms when she spotted the familiar Chuck E. Cheese place. “Chucky! Chucky!” she exclaimed, pointing at the building in excitement. The two of you had gone to this family entertainment center about fifty times. The child growing to like the place. It was almost like a second home for her. You laughed in response and looked at Scott. Raine had already grown to like him in such a short period of time. 

“If you start spoiling her like you spoil me then she won’t leave your side,” you warned him in a joking manner. Noticing how the small child was already reaching out for Scott in hopes that he’d hold her. Scott grabbed Raine from your arms and laughed at your words.

“How can you not spoil someone with this cute face,” he rhetorically asked. With one hand Scott held the door open for you. After paying to enter the place, you found a booth to sit in. Just as you all were getting settled a call came in. You looked at your phone and saw Luke’s face light up on the screen. 

“Can you watch her for just a minute?” you asked Scott, holding your phone up to indicate that you needed to take the call. Scott nodded and went off to buy some token so Raine could play the games. “Hey, Luke,” you said trying not to sound annoyed by his call. 

“Hey where are you?” Luke questioned. You glanced at your surroundings and contemplated on telling Luke exactly where you were.

“Uh I’m at home. Why?” you lied, deciding you didn’t want Luke to know Scott was meeting Raine today. Your eyes landed on to the spot where Scott was and he gave you a smile and whispered something to Raine. Seconds later her attention turned towards you and she waved. 

“You’re home? Really?” Luke paused and you could hear something banging in the background. “Can you hear me knocking?” he said in annoyance. You rolled your eyes and sighed. 

“Luke you don’t need to know my whereabouts. I’m out for the day if you must know,” you said in monotone. Your eyes stayed locked on Raine. Even though you were allowing Scott to watch her for a few minutes and you trusted him, you were still protective over your child. 

“We were suppose to meet up for family day remember?” Luke questioned trying to jog your memory. You lips parted in surprise and your hand flew up to your head. Family day was something you and Luke did twice every month. It had been a mutual agreement. Only to allow Raine to spend time with both her parents together in one room like before. 

“Shit, Luke it totally slipped my mind,” you sighed, silence filled the line and you let out another sigh. “We’re at Chuck E. Cheese today, so can we reschedule?” you asked.

“Why don’t I just come there? That’s a family place,” Luke said. You could hear a door close in the background and the car starting up. “It’s the one you always go to right?” 

“Wait Luke I seriously thin-” your words were cut off by him talking. 

“I’ll see you there,” Luke said, hanging up the phone. You couldn’t believe the conversation you just had and glanced over at Scott in worry. Introducing him to Raine was hard enough and now that Luke was on the way you weren’t sure what you were going to do. 

“Hey what’s wrong?” Scott questioned. The look on your face was a frown and he could tell something was bothering you. 

“Um so I forgot today was family day with Luke and I tried to reschedule, but I told him we were here, so now he’s on his way,” you said, catching your breath at the end. Scott bit onto his bottom lip and looked at you with worry too. 

“So you’re telling me Luke is on his way here. Like here here?” he asked. You nodded and a nervous smile made its way onto your face. “Wow okay-I guess that’s fine,” he muttered. Scott hadn’t been the biggest fan of Luke ever since the two met a couple of weeks ago. You knew he was lying and you knew Scott didn’t want to say anything in fear of insulting the father of your child. Luke was permanently in your life and Scott couldn’t do anything to change that.

Luke had a scowl on his face when he spotted Raine in Scott’s arms. You already knew what was running through his head. Being the first to approach him before he could come up and cause a scene. “I thought I told you I didn’t want him to meet her,” Luke hissed, shooting daggers in Scott’s direction.

“And I told you it wasn’t your decision, so be nice and don’t scare him off,” you said through a fake smile. Luke mimicked your smile and approached Scott.

“Dada!” Raine shouted the minute she spotted her father. Luke smile turned into a real grin and he held his arms open as the child did a small jump from Scott’s arms into her father’s. 

“Raine Cloud! How’s my baby girl?” Luke asked, peppering her face in kisses. Raine giggled in delight and you smiled at the sight. You were brought back to your senses at the feeling of Scott’s arm wrapping around your waist. Raine began to talk to Luke her words being jumbled as she spoke. Luke nodded and made small comments as if the child was making sense and you could see his demeanor change as Raine took his attention off Scott. 

“This is going to be fun,” Scott whispered in your ear, stepping away to greet Luke. “Nice to see you again,” Scott said, shaking Luke’s hand. Luke’s eyes looked Scott up and down and he smiled. 

“Yeah. Sorry to barge in on your date,” Luke apologized.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done it,” you muttered under your breath.

“Family day is just really important to me and it’s the only time where I’m not busy with work,” Luke explained. Raine had gone quiet, resting her head on Luke’s shoulder, and sucking on her thumb. Luke had always had that affect on her. Being somewhat of a human teddy bear for when she was upset or just wanted to be held. You sat down and just watched the two men in your life talk. Surprised that Luke was genuinely being nice right now. He had never been fond of another man looking at you. Especially one that you were dating. “Oh what do you do for a living?” Scott asked. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, mainly because you assumed Scott already knew. Luke’s career wasn’t really a secret and the band he was in had been in the media enough for someone to recognize them on the street. Luke’s reaction to Scott’s question was similar to yours and you expected him to say something snarky, luckily Luke didn’t.

“I’m in the music business,” he told Scott. “In a band called 5 Seconds of Summer.” Scott’s face lit up as he realized exactly who Luke was.

“Oh you’re Luke Hemmings. Like the actual Luke Hemmings?” Scott questioned, “I thought you looked familiar, but I didn’t want to assume anything.” Luke shrugged Scott off and his attention was now on the little girl in his arms. 

“Let’s go play some games,” he said, giving Raine’s cheek a big kiss before placing her down and grabbing her hand instead. As the two walked away Scott was left back with you. Scott was in a daze as he walked back to where you were and sat down. 

“So you dated and had a child with Luke Hemmings,” Scott said in shock. You could tell he was getting intimidated. Luke’s career was way above his and it made Scott feel inferior to your ex. You could already see an invisible cloud looming over Scott’s head. Usually when one of the guys you’ve dated found out about Luke or Raine they didn’t stay around too long. Though Scott lasted for three months, so you didn’t expect his new found information about your baby daddy to scare him off that easily. “That’s wild. How’d that happen?” he asked. 

“Long story that I rather not get into now,” you smiled. “I hope this doesn’t change your mind on our relationship,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip in nervousness. Scott grinned at your words and shook his head.

“No way. This makes me want to be with you even more and so far Raine likes me which is great.” You let out a laugh of relief and smiled. “Besides Luke lost out on the being with the most beautiful woman ever. Only an idiot would give you up,” Scott said. You laughed even more and Scott pointed over his shoulder “I’m gonna use the restroom,” he said, giving your lips a quick peck before leaving. You let out a deep sigh and your smile faded as you watched Luke and Raine from afar. Your thoughts were running wild and though you were happy being with Scott, you still felt a tinge of longing in your heart for Luke. Your mind traced back to the weekend you and Luke had spent together when you had first started seeing Scott. Though you two never spoke of that night once the weekend was over, something Luke had said during that time stuck with you. Something he had said when he was sober. 

“Let’s have another baby,” Luke whispered, his fingers trailing up and down your leg. The both of you were still winding down from having sex for like the tenth time that weekend. You giggled at his words and looked up at Luke. “I’m serious let’s get married and have another baby,” he said, sending a small kiss to your shoulder. You grinned at Luke’s words and his lips landed on yours in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he said, kissing you some more.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a smile embracing your face as he kissed you even more. A few seconds later you nodded in agreement. “Are you asking me to marry you?” you questioned, skin feeling warm at the thought of actually getting married to Luke like you two had planned and having even more children. Luke pulled you closer as if that was possible since you were practically laying on top of him.

“I am…you know I bought an engagement ring for you?” he questioned. You shook your head and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I was going to propose to you before you told me you were pregnant. I guess I was too caught up in the news to ask. Then we started having problems and…” Luke’s voice trailed off and he shook the thought from his head. His hand landed on your hip and he pinched at your skin. “I regret leaving you, Y/N. So I’m fixing my mistakes. I want this. I want you back in my life and I want my family back. Will you marry me?”  

Eggsy Unwin Imagine - "Not Your Moneypenny"

Title: Not Your Moneypenny (as in, like, ‘not your babe’. Ha!)

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader (but not Reader x Eggsy bc he’s dumb)

Summary: Eggsy and Roxy are called into Merlin’s office, which they’ve never been to. In front of his office, his attractive secretary (Y/N) (Y/L/N), was there to sign them into Merlin’s office. After sarcastic insults from Merlin, Eggsy learns that you are actually Merlin’s assistant, and a lot more experienced than Eggsy. 

Original Request:

A/N: Tell me if you want a part 2^^


“Have you ever been called to Merlin’s office?” Roxy asked, her voice laced with worry. Eggsy stole a quick glance at her from the corner of his glasses to see her still fidgeting with the edges of her suit.

“I didn’t even know he had an office.” Eggsy confessed, walking through the walls of the Kingsman headquarters, repeating the directions Merlin gave him in his head.

“Do you think we’re in trouble?” Roxy’s fidgeting was becoming more and more manic by the second.

“Stop that!” Eggsy hissed, slapping away one of Roxy’s hand. She gave him a sheepish look. “And no, you’re not in trouble. I, on the other hand…”

“What did you do this time, Eggsy?” Roxy sighed, giving him a side eye.

“Nothing harmful, I promise!” he raised his hands in defense. She gave him another look. “I may or may not have let JB piss in one of the recruit initiates’ room.”

“Oh, my God,” Roxy tried to hold in her laughs. “You’re such an arse!” she slapped him playfully.

“Ow! Roxy, you’ll wrinkle my suit!” Eggsy giggled like a little girl as he tried to slap away Roxy’s hands.

Ehemm,” a woman cleared her throat behind a tall table at the end of the hallway. Without realizing it, Eggsy and Roxy had arrived at the door to Merlin’s office.

They shared a nervous look before advancing towards the table. Both of them held in a gasp once they saw that it was a pretty young woman staring expectantly at them. Eggsy wanted to gasp because of how beautiful you were, and Roxy because of the fact that there was another woman in this place. So this is where they had been hiding, she thought.

“I didn’t know Merlin had an attractive secretary. Say, how do you suppose I get one?” Eggsy raised an eyebrow slyly at you. Roxy had to resist the urge not to roll her eyes aggressively.

“Not with that weak attempt of a pick up line, that’s for sure.” you raised your eyebrow back at him without lifting your eyes from the computer you were typing things into.

Eggsy’s eyes widened and Roxy snorted in an attempt to cover her cackles.

“Ouch,” Eggsy faked a wince, not ready to back down. “Come on now, don’t be like that.” he pouted, his green eyes already working it’s magic through a puppy dog stare.

“Is Merlin expecting you?” you asked in a bored, flat voice, still not lifting your eyes from the screen as you looked through Merlin’s schedule. Truth be told, you knew who he was; Merlin already briefed you earlier that morning. He even warned about his womanizing, over confident, coy attitude that he might bring up the second he sees your face. You were fully prepared for this situation.

“Yes, he is. It’s probably under—uhh,Lancelot, and Galahad.” Roxy stepped in, pushing away Eggsy away slightly. “And I do apologize for my colleague’s behavior.”

Eggsy gave Roxy a childish glare, but what he wasn’t prepared for was the way you looked up from under your lashes at Roxy, a small smile on your lips. You were breathtaking, that’s for sure; pretty hair that sat in a neat braid, soft lips, long lashes, sharp eyes, and tinted cheeks. You looked like the kind of woman that everyone would chase to hook up with, but you couldn’t because you were too busy kicking ass.

“At least one of you lives by ‘Manners Makketh Man’, or in this case, woman.” you smirked at the girl, still choosing to ignore the guy.

Eggsy looked bewildered. This was probably the first time a girl chose someone else over him, and another girl at that. “Wha-“

“Merlin will see you now.” you cut him off with the sound of your keyboard clicking as you pressed enter on Merlin’s schedule, looking him deadly in the eye.

At first, the guy’s eyes became huge in shock, but slowly the smirk you heard in his voice returned to his face. You had to admit, he was hot; dark blueish-green eyes, cheekbones more structured than your life, jawline that could cut you, dirty blonde hair groomed neatly to the side. But anything that happened at Kingsman was strictly business, you’ve told yourself that since day one.

Instantly, Merlin’s door opened and the three of you could hear his heavily accented voice.

“Come in.”

“There you go,” you gestured to the door, standing from your chair. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way.” you held out your hand to the girl.

She gave you a cheeky smile as she took your hand. “Rox-“

“Lancelot.” you gave her a small wink.

“Yeah,” she suppressed a giggle from her mistake.

The guy looked completely frustrated as he tried to move ‘Rox’ away as gently as possible, hand already outstretched for you to take. “And I’m-“  

“Galahad.” you nodded, leaving his hand hanging. “I’m not that much of a bimbo secretary.”

‘Rox’s eyes widened as she let out a laugh, dragging a shocked ‘Galahad’ into Merlin’s office by the collar of his shirt, ignoring his protests.

“Yes, come in. By the time you reach me, ten people will already be dead.” Merlin rolled his eyes from his chair in the edge of the room, facing all of the different screens he had. His office was just as Roxy and Eggsy suspected; modern, technology filled, clean cut, and not a single pen out of place.

“We were just having a chat with Miss Moneypenny outside,” Eggsy huffed, straightening his collar that Roxy messed up.

“As in the secretary from James Bond?” Merlin raised an eyebrow, turning his chair to face the two agents.

“Yes?” Eggsy said, unsure.

“You bloody idiot.” Merlin pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “(Y/N)’s not my secretary, she’s my assistant. My secretary is out for the day.”

“What difference does it make?” Eggsy suppressed the need to roll his eyes.

“You’re more daft than I thought, Galahad.” Merlin gave him a look. “She’s my assistant; as in, she’s properly trained and has done a lot more field agent work than you have. She’s your senior. She could’ve killed you before you even tried to wink at her, but she chose not to. Don’t exactly know why, seeing as with the way you talked to her, I would have had your head already.”

“Nice.” Roxy gave him a taunting look. Eggsy gulped nervously.

“Right then,” Merlin rose from his chair. “Your next mission will be breaking and entering into one of the world’s tightest museums. A man named Quincy Norman-“

“That’s a shit name.” Eggsy interrupted Merlin with a whisper, causing Roxy to punch his shoulder. Merlin gave him a death glare, causing Eggsy to give a sheepish smile in return. “Sorry, continue,”

“Last Wednesday, Quincy Norman tried to break in and steal one of the world’s most prized sculptures. The owner of the museum, Jack Gallagher, is incredibly worried and so yesterday morning,” Merlin clicked a few keys on the keyboard, causing multiple images to appear. “He installed a bunch of new security alarms, not to mention a double in the amount of security guards. We suspect that Norman will strike again during tomorrow’s event; a Gala held by the owner’s daughter, Rose Gallagher. Important young people from all over the world are invited. Your job is to go undercover as Ella, Ashton, and Tricia Morgan; the three teenage children of Andrew Morgan, the owner of a successful oil company.”

“Oh, I am so excited to be with a bunch of prissy rich teenagers.” Roxy’s lip tightened sarcastically.

You were a prissy rich teenager two years ago,” Eggsy gave her a look. “Wait,” he turned to Merlin. “You said three names?”

“Yes, (Y/N)—” Merlin eyed Eggsy. “—will be joining you. If I may say, she’s probably as good as I am with hacking skills. You’ll need her to break into their security system. The rest, you two may discuss with her for strategies.”

“Oh, shit.” Eggsy muttered under his breath. Roxy smirked at him.

“You are dismissed.” Merlin nodded as if to conclude their conversation. Eggsy and Roxy nodded back, turning to leave Merlin’s office. “Oh, and Eggsy?”

“Yes?” Eggsy turned back around.

“May I suggest apologizing to (Y/N) before you go on this mission?” Merlin taunted.

“Screw you, Merlin.” Eggsy huffed childishly, stomping out of his office with a giggling Roxy trailing behind him.


Prompt: When facing a witch, she finds interest in one of your comic books. Things turn south after she decides to have a little too much fun.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2112

A/N: Here’s the Arrow/Supernatural crossover! I can’t wait to see where this is going to go. XD Feedback is always appreciated! :D

“Pls write it i wanna read that arrow/spn.” -Anon

Your eyes scanned the pages, reading each one, before flipping to the next page and repeating. You were so invested into it that you didn’t notice your bedroom door slowly open ominously, flipping to the next page as your stomach twisted with eagerness at what was going to happen. You sucked in a deep breath as you prepared to flip to the next page, but a loud scream erupted from your throat when a pair of hands grabbed you, dropping your book. You shoved a laughing Dean away from you.

“That was uncalled for,” you declared bitterly as he laid on the bed, feet hanging off of it and his head near your thigh, looking up at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Dean smiled widely, showing off his pearly whites. He rested a hand on your thigh and squinted his eyes towards the book you were reading. “What are you reading?”

“Green Arrow, thank you very much,” you snapped.

He stared at you.

“It’s a DC comic book,” you told him. “Billionaire by day, vigilante by night.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he declared and you rolled your eyes before nudging him. He crawled towards you, rested his top torso over your legs and preventing you from continuing your reading.

“Y’know, if Oliver Queen were real, I’d date him,” you told him and his head snapped in your direction, eyebrows furrowed.

“What about me?”

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From The Rooftops

Peter Parker x Reader

Summery: Peter accidentally pays a visit to a different neighborhood and watches himself falling in love with the girl from number 20.
Word count: 2.806

Note: I loved writing this and am quite proud of how it turned out! I hope it is as enjoyable to read as it was to write.
(y/h/c): your hair colour.
(y/e/c): your eye colour

Originally posted by hardyness

Peter was swinging through the streets of Queens for a few minutes already. He did this every evening after school, saving the civilians of the city from everyday crime. For him it was also a way of relaxing. Feeling the cold wind breezing against his suit was surprisingly satisfying after hours spent in mundane classrooms.
Nobody knows of his superhero alter ego, except from Tony Stark and Happy, and he rather keeps it that way. Nobody can bother him with questions or unwanted attention.

The sun started to set and shadows lingered around. Lost in thought Peter didn’t even realize he had travelled into a totally different neighborhood. Here, instead of apartment buildings, there were cosy houses surrounding the concrete roads. He slowed down and landed onto one of the many roofs, tucked away behind a few trees, and sat down to rest for a bit.
He noticed he had never been in this part of queens before and started taking everything in. It looked like a pleasant and soothing place to live, very peaceful, the only sounds that broke the silence were those coming from the kids playing in their gardens and the occasional cars driving by.
Peter’s gaze turned towards the house opposite him. In the room above the garage was a light turned on. He clearly saw two girls sitting on a mattress, discussing an obviously interesting subject as their arms swung around in excitement. One of them was sitting with her back towards the window, the other faced it. They both erupted into a fit of laughter, not stopping when an older woman entered the room.
“Probably the mother”, Peter thought to himself. The girl who had faced the window this whole time, now stood up and gave her friend a tight hug before grabbing her schoolbag from the ground and leaving.
When the front door opened he quickly made sure he couldn’t be spotted, hiding behind big branches hanging from  the trees beside him.

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