there was like two feet for buddy's door to open before it would hit mine!

Worth The Fight

Summary: A life threatening encounter finally brings you and Dean to the realisation that you’re better off together than you are apart.  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: + 3k


demons being demons, kidnapped reader, SPN type violence, injured reader, mentions of blood, language, angst, smut, unprotected sex, fluffy fluff

*gifs are not mine

Based on this request- I saw that your request are open may I request a deanXreader . The reader and dean are more than hunting friends and he ends up saving the reader from a demon attack. some smut and fluff - @captainemwinchester

A/N: Thank you for the request. I hope you like it! <3 

As always, feedback is loved!


It was dark and cold when you eventually woke, a dull throbbing pain at the back of your head. You tried to move your hand to check for injuries, but it was no use, they were bound behind your back with you lying on your side, your ankles also tied together and the ground beneath you becoming increasingly uncomfortable in your current position.

You groaned, eyes squinting closed as the lights were suddenly turned on, the brightness making it hard to adjust.

Once you got your bearings, you soon realised you were in some sort of barn. Wooden beams ran across the ceiling and dirt covered the ground, the only exit being a large door at the other end of the barn and with your arms and legs tied, you were sure breaking out would be an unlikely concept.

“I would apologise for the accommodation, but I don’t really want to.”

Looking up you saw the large wooden door slide open, a woman stepping inside wearing a long coat with jeans and boots. She strode towards you, a cruel smile over her face. She blinked and in an instant her eyes turned pure black, a sickening feeling soon washing over you.

“You’re a long way from home,” you gritted out, glaring back at the demon with pure disgust and hatred.

“Well, I’m having a lot more fun up here. You hunters are just a blast to play with.”

She squatted down in front of you. “And do I have a great game for us girls to play. It’s called truth or truth, and if you lie to me, well,” she clicked her tongue, “I’m just gonna have to get creative with the little torture techniques we have in hell. Your boy Dean-o knows all about them.”

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Everyone’s on twitter. Idjit.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen
Word count : 1,710
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 13 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

The first few days of Jared not seeing you at work, he accepted that. He didn’t expect you to to be around him much for a while after what had happened. When it started to hit a week of him not seeing you at work, or anywhere else, he started to wonder. “Jen?”

“Yeah?” Jensen turned from the screen he was re-watching the last scene they shot on.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

Jensen thought for a second. “No, haven’t heard from her since River’s birthday. Why? You haven’t either?”

Jared shook his head. “Not since…”

“Since Gen took you back?” Jared nodded. Jensen knew everything that happened. “I’m sure she’s around. Probably just keeping some distance for a bit. Give her time.”

“Yeah..” Jared nodded. “Yeah, maybe we just need time..” He scanned the area hoping to get a glimpse of you hurrying off somewhere at least.

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William Nylander - Part 8

Can’t think of anything witty to say, so just read my story. 

The thought filters through my mind right when he hand reaches out and grabs my thigh. My breath catches in my throat. I don’t know what to do. It’s not an inappropriate touch, but it still makes me uncomfortable. So, I do the only thing that comes to mind and take his hand in mine.

               It seems to please Nathan and he gives me a cocky smirk that makes my stomach turn. His hands are still clammy and now I understand why. I fold his one hand between both of mine, making it so his hand is not touching my leg in any way. The play is halfway over, I can handle this for the next hour. I hope.

               Rian shifts slightly beside me, moving even closer to me. I know she can feel the anxiety rolling off me in waves. She gently places her hand in the crook of my elbow and squeezes, I relax a little. If I was alone with Nathan this would be a whole different scenario. Jake catches my eye and I can see sadness reflecting back at me. We both know now. We know what’s different.

               I have no idea what’s happening on the stage and I don’t care. All my energy is focused on the boy sitting beside me that reeks of booze. I don’t know how I missed it earlier, especially when he hugged me. When did that start? Why is he drinking? No wonder Jake doesn’t like being around him anymore. Jake is a casual drinker, only at hockey games and the occasional party will he throw back a few. Both Jake and I learned our lessons while going through college together, all our time we used to spend at parties and bars was replaced by hours upon hours poring over our computers and notes. We learned then what was more important. Our future or a few hours of fun that we wouldn’t even remember? It was an easy choice.

               I haven’t even had alcohol in almost a year now that I think about it. Most of my friends are in the wine craze, I could care less about alcohol. If you need a substance in order to be fun to hand around with, then I most likely don’t want to spend time with you. Now looking at Nathan dread fills my stomach. What am I supposed to do with him once the play is over?

               Jake would take him if I asked him to. Take Nathan home and let him sleep whatever is in his system off. But I know Jake wouldn’t like it. Something happened between the two of them that Jake isn’t telling me, I can feel it. I could bring Nathan back to my apartment and make him stay there until he sobers up at bit. That’s most likely my only option as I don’t know Nathan’s roommates and would feel incredibly awkward dropping off a drunk boy to them and high tailing it out of there.

               Applause makes me jump and look around, everyone around me is standing and clapping at the actors bowing on stage. Rian squeeze my arm before standing, her hands coming together slowly but her eyes are down on me. I manage to get to my feet and then half drag Nathan out of his. He’s hooting and hollering and while I’m happy my hands are finally free, I almost wish I was able to make him stop shouting so much.

               Catching Jake’s eyes, I widen mine at him and nod at the isle, it’s time to go. Jake nods and takes Rian’s hand, it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. He bring her out into the isle with him and waits for Nathan and me to go ahead of him.

               “Come on, Nate,” I say over the chatter around us.

               “Already? But they just finished,” Nathan complains, looking down at me and I try my best not to scrunch my face when his breath hits me.

               “That’s the point, bud. Play’s over. Time to go,” I say as if I’m talking to a small child. I take his hand and pull him along behind me. To my surprise he doesn’t resist, just follows along after me like a puppy dog on a leash.

               “Jake!” Nathan booms when he sees him. “How’s it going buddy?” He clasps Nathan’s hand, letting go of mine.

               Jake gives him a half smile and takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around Nate’s back. “Everything’s good man,” he says while giving me and Rian a look that says ‘get me the fuck out of here.’ Rian and I lead the way, trying to block out Nathan’s drunken words babbling out of his mouth.

               “So you and Rian. Bet Y/N beat your ass over that.” I can’t argue with that one. But I don’t listen to Jake’s reply, if he even has one. My sole focus is finding Nathan’s car in the now dark parking lot. I turn back to Jake and Nathan, my hands filtering in and out of Nathan’s pockets in search of his car keys to make the alarm go off.

               “Whoa, shouldn’t that wait until we get back to your place?” Nathan asks me, a grin on his face as my hands skip into his pants pocket.

               “Yes, but I need your car keys in order to get back to my place,” I say, going along with it as long as it means I get his car keys.

               “Gotta go up higher then,” Nathan says, the lazy grin still on his face. Nathan is a very attractive boy, and looking up at him now, with the boyish smile and shy eyes gone, he looks even more attractive. But I push all that away, I hadn’t ever thought of him like that and I never will. I flip open his jacket lapels, my hands fine the cool metal in the first pocket I check.

               “There they are,” I mutter and turn away from him. Holding the keys high over my head and hitting the horn symbol. To my left, down two rows the beeping emits from. I flip off the alarm and head across the parking lot. Handing Rian my own car keys I talk to her.

               “Take my car to my apartment, I’ll take Nathan in his car there as well. I don’t know his roommates and don’t want to leave him alone if they aren’t home. Jake will take you home,” I add but that was probably pointless, Jake is one who brought her here.

               Rian nods any way. She takes my keys, though she keeps her fingers around mine. She’s nervous about being around drunk people, always has been. Our parents don’t drink much, no one in our family does really, which is probably the cause of her discomfort. She hasn’t been around it.

               Jake and I are able to get Nathan sprawled out in his backseat.

               “What do you think he had before he came here?” I ask Jake as soon as we are able to get his long legs in and shut the door.

               “I have no idea, but whatever it was, the wine was a little over the top I’m thinking,” Jake says and I squeeze his shoulder.

               “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

               I get into the driver’s seat of Nathan’s car and pull out into traffic.

               “Please don’t puke, Nate,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him in the backseat. His eyes are closed and he looks like he might be sleeping.

               “I won’t,” he mumbles, his lips barely moving.

               We ride in silence for a few minutes, not even the radio playing.

               “I don’t know what I have to do.”

               I hear Nathan whisper in the backseat, his words a little jumbled and I know he didn’t mean for me to hear, but I listen anyways.

               “You don’t want me like this,” he says a bit louder this time and I frown, looking in the rearview mirror at him.

               “Excuse me?”

               Nathan brings an arm to his face, covering it so only his mouth shows. “You don’t want me sober either.”

               “Nathan, what are you talking about?” I ask again, he doesn’t reply right away. I can see his mouth opening and closing, repeatedly licking his lips.

               “You’ll never see me as more than a friend.”

               My mouth pops open, I don’t know what to say.

               “Always be little Nathan, the boy who fell in love with the girl who broke this nose and who beat him in every sport and test in school.”

               I swallow hard in my throat, wishing my apartment was closer so I didn’t have to listen to this.

               “The girl who doesn’t want him.”

               “Nathan, stop!” I snap, my eyes flashing to the mirror again, his face is still covered. “Stop talking like that.”

               “Why? What does it matter? You already knew how I felt, yet you didn’t do anything about it. I thought maybe when I kissed you the other night that it would change things. Instead tonight you turned away from me,” he slurs and I wonder how he’s even putting thoughts together.

               We finally get within sights of my apartment complex and relief floods my system. The sooner I get him on my couch and sleeping the better. I don’t want to hear everything that’s spilling out of his mouth. Luckily, by the time I’m pulling into my parking lot, he’s snoring. Also an unlucky thing because I still need to get him the eleventh floor.

               Jake and I somehow manage to prod Nathan awake enough to get him into the front lobby and into the elevator. Rian runs forward with my apartment keys to open the doors for us. We shuffle sideways through my front door and disrupt Kota’s nap on the couch by flopping Nathan down on it. With a flick of her tail and annoyed meow, she disappears down the hallway.

               “Thanks, Jake,” I whisper, which is pointless because Nathan is out cold.

               “You sure you’re good with him here?” Jake asks, his eyes a cloudy brown when he meets mine.

               I nod.

               “Everything will be fine, Jake. He’s already asleep. When he wakes up he will be back to normal,” I take his shoulder and lead him back into my small foyer where Rian waits. “Just take my sister home and then go home yourself.” This time I level him with a severe stare. “Just boot her out and leave. No goodbyes of any sort. Do you two understand me?” I demand, pointing back and forth between the two, one hand firmly on my hip.

               Rian flushes scarlet and Jake just looks sheepishly at me. “Yes, Ma’am,” he salutes me and I bite back a smile.

               “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I say to Rian and she nods. Then the two of them are out my door.

               I stand in the foyer a moment, the night replaying like a whirlwind in my mind. What the hell? I glance at the clock over my catch all table for my keys and mail, 9:20. Earliest night I’ve had in a month. Then my mind flashes to Will and his game, I rush back into the living room, glancing at Nathan to make sure he’s still sleeping and flip on my T.V and right to the Leafs game. Ten minutes left, Leafs ahead.

               Settling down in the single chair beside my couch, I pull a blanket over me and turn my full attention to the screen. I watch the mix of blue and white jerseys, Tampa Bay is in town. My eyes searching for one jersey in particular, oh there he is. Oh, he just gave up the puck. Some impressing he’s doing. A thought comes to my mind and I glance at my phone, back at the T.V and back to the phone again.  

               Snatching up the phone I open my messages before I lose my nerve.

               When you said you wanted to impress me, I thought you meant it…

               I hit send before I can erase anything and the anxiety already pools into my stomach. Now I have to wait for a reply and he’s not even done with his game yet.

The game ends with a Leafs victory in regulation, the first one in five tries. I switch to another game being played out in California that just started, my typical night routine; watch hockey until I pass out. Although I do move into my bedroom so I don’t disturb Nathan who quietly snored my ear off the last hour.

When my phone vibrates on my pillow I jerk awake, unaware of when I drifted off. A quick glance at the game clock tells me that I was asleep for six minutes tops. I pick up my phone and when I see the message is from Will my stomach drops. I had forgotten about my message. Sliding open the screen I see his reply.

Ouch. But u said u weren’t going to watch to why waste the energy?

I smile despite myself and lay back in my pillows, holding the phone just above my face.

I was under the impression that all pro athletes give 110% every time they are on the ice?

That’s a lie. We would all die if that were the case

His reply is instant and I feel like a teenager again, albeit I am only twenty.

Not nice to lie to the fans

Are u a fan of mine?


Ouch. Again. Who knew u could even wound my ego over text?

I send the sassy emoji, the girl with one hand flipped up and unimpressed expression.

And thru emojis…

I start to type out a reply but I see the little bubbles pop up that he’s typing and hold my breath waiting.

Are u already done with the play?

My thoughts stray to Nathan passed out on my couch and sigh.

Yeah, Cinderella wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

Why not?

I hesitate, thinking out a response.

Cinderella is no place for drinking…

Ahh. Some asshole ruin everything?

Pretty much, and now he’s passed out on my couch.

There’s a long pause before he starts replying, a whole commercial break for the game playing in the background.

On ur couch?



Yes, but I feel like you forget you’re also blond…

Nah, my hair is just better. How did he end up there?

I hesitate again, this is hard to explain over text.

Short story is that he had a lot to drink before showing up and I couldn’t leave him alone.

Playing the good friend card?

Apparently, no one else was willing to.

Well, that puts a damper on what I was going to ask you.

My heart jumps in my chest and I swallow hard.

What was that?

It’s not that late so I was going to ask to hang out. I know we said Wednesday, but I leave for a road trip Thursday and won’t be back until Monday.

I let out a frustrated growl. Stupid boy sleeping on my couch continues to ruin everything even when he’s passed out.

You could come over…?

I send it and bite my lip waiting for a reply.

U just said blondie was asleep on ur couch?

I have other rooms

Right when I send it I realize the double meaning and want to hit myself, but Will’s reply doesn’t hint anything.

Are u sure?

Am I? I think so, I want to see him. Really bad.


On my way

My heart thunders in my chest, excitement taking over my every being. As soon as it comes, so does the realization at what I just did. Nathan’s in my living room and I invited the boy I’m actually interested in over. I sit up in my bed and stare my door. What did I just do?

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It’s beautiful out here. Epic, in the full and classical sense of the word. When a guy spends most of his time in the city, it’s easy to forget how, in some places, the horizon can stretch on and on and endlessly on. It’s easy to forget about the beauty that lives in absence. 

The skies roll black with thunder, wrathful and proud. Mulder watches from his motel room window, slouching in a rickety chair, feet propped up against the ledge. Lost in the billow and furl of clouds folding over onto themselves, the bright shocks of lightning touching down here and there, beyond, again. He loves a good storm. He feels like they’re on his side, somehow. Storms, in his experience, bring good things. 

Like little green agents in big red bathrobes. Quivering and warm and sweet in those good-girl panties of hers. Fuck. 

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Heart pounding, head throbbing and skin sheeted in a thin layer of sweat as I bounced up and down. He lay in the same state as me, only with less of a relaxed expression and more of a tensed one. Instantly, without having to think I knew it was because of my rank. Who I was.

Y/N fucking L/N. Americans most wanted female.

Continuing my thrusts in an upbeat pase, I almost screamed in rage once feeling his hands snake up my thighs to grip my waist. He knew well who was in charge. And I didn’t like getting being touched, not even while I was having sex.

Only he could touch me. No one compared to him.

And this guy was not him.

With a snarl on my lips, I allowed my head to roll down to face the boy underneath me, showing I was not happy with his choice of where to position his hands.

The boy instantly retreated his hands back down to the white sheets, where his fists curled around the fabric instead.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He growled, voice strained and raspy.

“Me too.” It came out almost as a whisper. My pase fastened at the feeling of my high approaching but I’ll admit, it did take a little longer then I hoped for it to finally approach and take a hold of me.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, I finally threw myself onto the bed beside me, the boy underneath me making no effort to move.

“That…was amazing.” He sighed breathlessly. My face twisted slightly at the words. Was it really that good? Definetly didn’t feel like it.

“Yeaahh-noo not really.” I dragged out. But the boy seemed Unphased by my words.

suddenly turning towards me, a hand snaking around my waist as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, an awkward feeling placed itself over my shoulders at the non existent attempt this boy was making at leaving.

I really didn’t think this guy was one to fuck and stay. I honestly thought that after a good fuck, he would leave. Which both he did none of.

My eyes wide in shock, body stiff as a rock, it was only a few seconds that had passed before I cleared my throat and shrugged his arm off my waist.

“Yeah I’m not one for one night stands. Think of this more as a booty call.” I explained, scooting my way off the bed.

“Wait, you want me to leave?” He asked in disbelief.

“Precisely!” I smiled.

After running around the room, picking up the few discarded clothing items which he had been wearing at the club we met in earlier, a look of shock hit his face as I aggressively threw his clothes over to him, showing no interest in the boy after a rather intimate 20 minutes.

He didn’t move. Staring at the clothing in his lap with a blank, almost saddened expression, but no sympathy was evident on mine. As I stood watching the boy which I had not learnt the name of, an agitated sigh escaped my lips at his attempt of leaving. Finally becoming fed up with his clinginess.

“Can you hurry up and get the fuck out?!” I spat.

The boys eyes shot up to mine in shock, quickly scurrying off the sheets to slide his alcohol stenched clothing back on.

With a roll of my eyes, I watched as he pathetically stumbled around the room in attempt to ready himself in a short amount of time before finally beginning to make his way towards my bedroom door.

A smile fell upon my face at the realization that he was finally leaving, and decided that it was probably best if I lead him out the house myself, instead of risking him walking into a confidential room and expose a stash of something illegal.

After throwing my silk, ankle length robe on, I crept out of the room in attempt to not wake anyone up at this hour of the night, it was a reliever to finally make it to the front door.

As I opened the barrier for the boy, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes when he turned back around to look my way just seconds before he was outside.

“I had really good time tonight.”

Here we go.

“Really?” I asked sarcastically in a unamused tone while looking doing on my nails.

“I mean, yeah. And I was wondering if you would maybe wanna do something else together?” He smiled.

My eyes wondered to the ceiling in bordom, not giving two shits about what this kid had to say.

“Yeah you see, I would do that but…you kinda sucked, and I’m not really looking for a relationship, especially with some minor from a shitty club.” I fired, eyeing the boy in disapproval.

His face fell, eyes showing defeat before I pushed him the extra few feet back and shut the door with a lock in his face.

“Well aren’t you a delight to speak too.” His voice was smug with a hint of morning rasp to his tone, emitting that he had either just woken up or had just been dosing off.

My body spun around to meet his figure standing lazily at the door frame with an arm resting against it. He looked amazingly sexy standing by the entrance with nothing but the dim hallway light to illuminate his body. But in between the dark shadows and small amount of light, you could just make out his detailed tattoos inked onto his godly body.

Which may I say was almost completely bare.

A pair of grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, exposing not only his signature Calvin Kleins, but also a well defined v-line which sadly dissapeared into the waistband of his clothes.

“What are you doing awake?” I questioned.

“I’m a criminal Y/N. I practically sleep with one eye open, I can wake up to the sound of a pin dropping, and in case you haven’t realized, your a lot louder then a pin.” He sighed, running a hand through his bed head.

“Jealous?” I smirked to which he scowled.

“I’m not jealous of some flat chested fuckboy” Jason growled to which my smirk grew.

“It’s kind of hard to be jealous of yourself Jason.”

“Real mature! I wasn’t jealous.” He spat. “I just wanted to get some sleep but you and your everlasting fuck buddy don’t know what indoor voices are.”

My eyes trailed over his fingers tangled in his hair, licking my lips slightly to gain moisture from the sudden loss. Oh what those fingers could and have done to me. “Yeah well now you know how I feel when you decide to play with your toy.”

Jason chuckled, his eyes closing as he shook his head at the ground. “You always have something to say. Don’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be most wanted female if I didn’t. No one controls me. Never have, never will.” I added

“You see, that’s where I come in.” He stepped forward. “Being americas most wanted male. I was able to control you. That’s what makes me so bad.”

“Shut up, you didn’t control me!” I retorted. “If anything, i controlled you! That’s what makes me so bad.”

“No sweetheart, you must be mistaken. I control - others play along. Not the other way round.”

My heart fluttered at the nickname. Sweetheart. Even if it was sarcastic, I still missed the nicknames he had for me. In fact, I just missed him in general.

“What-the-fuck-ever Jason. I’m not in the mood for you tonight!” I shouted, hands wailing around widely.

“Wow, was the fuck that bad?” He chuckled to which I scowled. “Wouldn’t blame him, you always seemed to pick up bad fucks.” He chuckled but he really just inflicted this one himself.

“Then it’s no wonder I picked up you.”

Jason’s chuckle ceased, eyes burning with a unlit flame. No one ever calls Jason McCann a bad fuck and gets away with it but I couldn’t help and push his buttons today. He wouldn’t dare do anything to me.

Jason’s movements began with a few slow steps before picking up to a fast stride. Hands both fisted at his sides in anger before he was only a mere few inches in front of my face.

With one hand pushing me to the door, the other punching the wall beside me, startling me ever so slightly. His face was so close that with every breath he took, I could see his nose flaring. Eyes burning holes through my own.

“Say it again. I dare you.” He spat lowly.

I knew it was sarcastic and practically printed in ‘no’s! But my mind was telling me to press his buttons a little harder and see how far we could lead him on. Because something in my head knew he wouldn’t hurt me, even if he wanted to.

“Your a bad fuck.” I rephrased slowly.

Shocking me sightly once a literal growl left his throat, my eyes burned in shock and amusement while watching the boy.

“You think your fucking funny. So fucken smart? ‘Jason and I dated, he wouldn’t hurt me’. Well guess again princess. Might wanna rethink that.”

“Okay give me a minute….yeah still the same. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” I smirked.

“You sure about that?”

“110 percent.”

“Well your wrong.” He spat.

“Oh yeah?” I growled. “Prove it.”

Jason stopped, his eyes softening slightly as he slowly and barely noticeably stepped back.

“C'mon Jason.” I pressed on. “Prove it. Show me that there is nothing between us stopping you. Prove that you still don’t feel anything for me, and hit me!”

He did nothing. “C'mon! Don’t be a pussy. Hit me! If your so baddass.”

Still nothing. That’s when my voice fell a few octaves, my tone matching his features - soft and sad. “Show me that you don’t still love me, the way I still love you, and beat me. Hit me so hard I fall to the floor. Punch my so agrresively I’ll bruise. Just do something because this is killing me! I need you to do something I can hate you for because I feel like shit knowing that what we are now is all my fault.”

Tears began welling in my eyes. Shocking not only me but Jason as well. I don’t cry, but then Again neither does he. Yet he still managed to shed a few tears the day i left. How do we do this to each other? I dont know.

“Please.” I begged, voice weak. “Just make me hate you cause loving you is too much…. Please.”

Jason stood staring for a while before looking down at the floor, eyes turning red and puffy, but not glossy with tears. At least not yet. “I can’t. I can’t because then I’d never be able to forgive myself. Knowing I hurt the person I love.”

My heart fell. Love?

“I thought I hated you after realizing that I did nothing wrong. That you left me believing it was all my fault. I tried moving on with another girl, going on more missions and even trying to force myself to hate you but I didn’t. I couldn’t. It’s like your family. No matter how hard you try to get rid of them you can’t. Cause they will always - not matter what - be family. Just like you always - no matter what - will be the girl I love.”

“Jason.” I sobbed.

“I know.”

Without another thought, I was In his arms, diving into his chest. Not even realizing that a small puddle of tears had formed on my own shoulder as well as Jason’s chest.

“I’m sorry.” I cried.

“Me too baby girl. Me too”


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A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out (The8/Minghao Smut)

Summary: It was the perfect setting to have some “alone time”; comfy bed, comfy clothes, laptop, tissues at the ready, and surely no one around to disturb you. Because they’re all afraid of catching the nasty cold you have which has damned you to stay in bed all day. And of course, you can’t call your boyfriend to help relieve you because - idols don’t get sick. Smut. 

(A/N: so this was supposed to be up a couple of days ago but I got distracted, as always. but I was scrolling my dash innocently and I was hit by the wrath of god when this post from @textingseventeen came up in recommended posts. honestly mutual masturbation has just come out of nowhere as a huge kink of mine (oops that’s like a 10 on the tmi scale) and I never thought to write a fic about it until that blurb post slayed my insides and my brain was just like “you gotta”. And I don’t know why I chose Minghao - it just felt right with him and I’ve never really written a smut about him before. so this all just feels right. also, if I take another fic title from this era of Panic! At The Disco, feel free so call me an old mama who holds onto things from her glory days. cause that’s basically what this is. but this title just felt tooo accurate and I couldn’t help myself. warnings for: sexual situations, use of toys, and smutty smutty smut. that good good. but this one is pretty tame. also swearing. but whatever. -Tanisha<3)

You had finally broken. Your bed was comfortable, you were halfway between sleepy, too hot, too cold and losing your mind; you had a tummy full of Ramen and a laptop with access to the internet’s finest, filthiest smut. Between the cold medicine and the fact that you had been denying yourself for four, going on five straight days, driving yourself crazy, there was a hazy lull in your mind that was telling you that nothing could be better than this. And in this moment, nothing was.

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Supernatural S1 Ep 6 - Skin

Originally posted by mooseleys

A/N: Any feedback would be v much appreciated:)

Your name: submit What is this?

Word Count: 9,760 (it’s long but worth it)
Warnings: angsty shifter?

tags: @sojustturnyourface @skeletoresinthebasement@msdooos@edward-lover18@castielgirl21 @typicalweirdbookworm @the-lightning-bolt-8 

You duck from the incoming jacket that Sam throws your way with a small laugh. He turns and picks up his phone shortly afterwards, as you pull his jacket into your lap. 

“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight,” Dean says, pulling over into a gas station and turning off the engine. 

“Yes, sir,” You joke, pretending to salute him. He smiles before looking over at Sam, who doesn’t respond.

“Sam wears women’s underwear,” Dean attempts to grab Sam’s attention.

I’ve been listenin’, I’m just busy,” He says quickly in a quiet voice.
“Busy doin’ what?” You ask.
“Reading e-mails,” He replies, as Dean gets out of the car, but then stops and leans into the open window. 

“E-mails from who?” Dean asks, walking around the car to start filling it with gas.
“From my friends at Stanford,” Sam replies, opening another email.

“Really?” You ask.
“You’re kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?” Dean asks in disbelief.

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Trans-joker part 4!

I’m totes coming up with a plot lol.

Part one is here! Part two is here! Part three is here!

The word curious could be applied in both popular senses to the Joker, he was both a curious man and a curious man.

He couldn’t stop himself thinking now, having been back home for over 20 hours with his stockpile of T hidden away now rather than just stashed in his sock draw.

Who else was trans?

Himself, Batman, Riddler, Two-face.

He would never have expected so many.

Maybe there was something in the water around here?

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Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 5. [BTS x Reader fic]

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE

Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

       But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

Originally posted by bwibelle

Originally posted by jeonsshi

         You stepped out of the shower when you heard the ringing of your doorbell. You hadn’t expected anyone to come. Hurriedly, you wrapped a towel around yourself and padded outside to witness Jimin throwing up, wincing at the gross scene.

           Tae carefully guided him around the puke, ushering a limp Jimin into the house.

           "Good Lord, Jimin.“

           You gasped as you grabbed hold of him while Tae went to grab something to clean up the mess. Jimin stared down at your cleavage and groaned, realizing you were simply just in a towel. You were torturing him.

           He whined and leaned into you as you dragged him to your couch. He lay down of his own accord, hugging his favorite pillow tightly. You sniffed him.

           "How much did you drink? Wow.” You wafted the air playfully.

           He cried, kicking his feet cutely. “My head hurts and my stomach. Wahhh!”

           You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Let me go get you stuff.”

           Kicking your garbage can next to his head, you waltzed to your kitchen humming happily. You were used to taking care of Jimin, considering at least one of you was plastered every time you came home from a party in college. That is, if all three of you came home together at all. Contrary to his usual suave and friendly demeanor or even his flirtatiously seductive one, Jimin was an absolute child whenever he wasn’t feeling in tip-top shape.

           Jimin glared at Tae who was kindly cleaning up the mess he had made on your doorstep. The two of you seemed so domestic already, he wanted to insert his head into your trash can and barf all over again.

           His expression immediately contorted back into one of pain when you appeared beside him with water and medicine.

           "Y/N.“ he whined.

           "Yeah, yeah. I’m right here. Stop calling for me.” You exhaled. “Up.”

           He pushed himself up and opened his mouth. You popped the pill in and shoved the glass into his hand.

           "Why’re you here?“ You hissed as you checked that Tae wasn’t within earshot. "You are killing the mood!”

           "Why is HE here?“ Jimin eyed you.

           "He turned out to be V.” You whispered timidly. “We had sex last night…twice.”

           Jimin  began choking on his water violently. You patted his back.

           "Easy there.“ You chuckled.

           "You what?” he stated lowly. “What about the Maroon mask guy? Was he there?”

           "Yeah.“ Your eyes looked around. "I’ll tell you about it another time. Are you really not feeling well?”

           Jimin frowned and held the end of her towel cutely.

           "Fine.“ You believed him. "You stay here. You know where everything is. Walk around with the trash can if you get up from the couch.”

           "Wh-what…?“ He blinked.

           "Tae, you wanna go out somewhere to get ourselves hungry for dinner?” You called out.

           "Yea, sounds good.“ Tae giggled. "I just need some clothes to change into.”

           You glanced down at Jimin, and he shook his head threateningly. Ignoring his gesture, you stood up.

           "Yeah, Jimin left some here just in case he comes back here plastered. He and our close friend Hoseok used to crash here since my house is the closest to the Club. It should still be here from back then.“ Your eyes widened sternly towards Jimin so he wouldn’t refute your statement. Then you gestured for Tae to follow you. "I don’t know if it’ll fit you since you’re taller than him.”

           Jimin’s eye twitched angrily at the comparison.

           "I’m sure I can rock showing my ankles. I don’t mind.“ Tae giggled and your room door shut.

           Jimin scrambled off the couch and tiptoed to your room, pressing his ear against the door.

           "They’re just sweats, but try them on.”

           "Okay.“ Tae beamed and slipped out of his pants as you blushed, averting them respectfully as he changed nonchalantly. You sat on the bed holding your towel together.

           "Good?” he smiled.

           Although, it was oddly baggy but short in length, the style worked on him. You nodded in approval.

           "Lemme go shower first.“ Tae chuckled as he threw the clothes off until he was just left in his boxers. "Sorry, I have a dislike for clothes, especially shoes and socks.”

           You smiled timidly. “I don’t mind.”

           He giggled and came over to kiss you. You leaned back, letting him crawl on top of you as you mirrored the movement of his lips. Jimin coughed and gagged loudly outside, causing them both to jump, finally remembering they weren’t alone. Tae laughed and pecked you chastely before walking out of your room. Jimin hid until the bathroom door shut and the shower was on, and then he marched to your room.

           You raised your eyebrows as he lay on your bed in fetal position.

           "What’re you doing?“

           "If you’re leaving me here, I get your bed.”

           You rolled your eyes.

           "Is my little baby Chim Chims sulky because I can’t take care of him ~“ You cooed, going to pinch his cheeks but he swatted your hand away.

           "Btdubs, we had sex here and the couch.” You smirked.

           "Noooo!“ Jimin groaned and he hurriedly threw your sheets off your bed. "I’m going to do your laundry and wipe down your couch. COME ON! I SLEEP THERE!”

           "You have your OWN house Jimin. But you’re totally welcome to do my laundry when I’m gone.“ You snorted and stuck your tongue out. "Probably the only time you’d get to touch my lingerie anyway.”

           Jimin scoffed as he pulled off your beddings, shoving you off your own bed. “Sperm. Sperm everywhere!”

           "Oh jeez Jimin. Like you don’t have your own sperm.“

           "Yeah it’s mine! I don’t like sleeping in someone else’s!” he retorted.

           "Are we really having this conversation right now?“ You looked at him amused. "What’s really happening Jimin? You don’t like drinking alone.”

           "How do you know I was drinking alone?“ he moped, sitting in your now bare bed.

           "Well, for one, if Hoseok was with you, he would never have let you come over here wasted. And I was also preoccupied as you see, so your two drinking buddies were not available last night. You left a gazillion messages on my phone which meant you weren’t with a girl. So you were drinking your sad ass away.”

           "I wasn’t SAD.“

           You put a hand on his shoulder sympathetically. "Are you upset that I’m getting some action for free?”

           He lunged at you so that he was on all fours looking down at you. You crossed your arms over your towel, unfazed.

           "Are you frustrated over that girl that fucked you good last weekend?“

           He stared at you, debating on how to answer that and you immediately knew you hit the nail on the head.

           "Oh my gosh.” You grinned at his hesitancy. “You can’t forget about her!”

           You laughed out loud. “Oh my gosh. Park Jimin can’t get a girl out of his head. Oh wait – did you sleep with her?”

           "Well no…not exactly…“ he trailed off.

           "She REFUSED to have THE PARK JIMIN ram inside of her? Oh WOW.” You cracked up, smacking his chest happily. “You have found your challenge, sir!”

           He grumbled as he rolled off of you. “Get changed. Unless you’re planning to flash the entire neighborhood.”

           "Well I’m waiting for someone who’s supposed to be hungover to get out of my room.“ You slapped his arm. "I need to dress up decently for this date.”

           "Your date is wearing MY sweatpants. I wouldn’t dress up too much.“ he retaliated.

           "Well I don’t think a towel will be good either.” You argued.

           Jimin smirked and tugged at the end that was squeezed between your breasts to hold it up. You gasped, hugging the towel against yourself, and gave him a strong punch to the arm.

           "Out. Park Jimin. Be glad I’m not kicking you out after hacking on my door mat and ruining a perfectly good chance at afternoon sex.“ You retorted.

           "Well you still can. I’ll watch.” he teased.

           "Out. Now. Go clean the couch if you want.“

           "I’m going on your bed.” He grabbed your beddings defiantly, and scurried out the room.

           You rolled your eyes and locked your door, just in case he had any ideas.

           "Don’t stay too long.“You glared at Jimin. "You had things to do today right?”

           Jimin smirked. “What things?”

           "You know those things you were telling me about that you needed to GO HOME for?“ You gritted your teeth, sending threatening vibes to Jimin.

           Should the night end well with Tae, you didn’t want to be cockblocked in your own apartment. Nor did you want him to think anything weird about yours and Jimin’s relationship.

           "Have fun bro.” Jimin waved.

           "Thanks.“ Tae grinned, waving amiably in return.

           You gave one last pleading look towards Jimin, in which he simply blew you a kiss playfully. You rolled your eyes and shut the door.

           Jimin huffed and whipped out his phone. He had received a billion calls from Hoseok that he had completely ignored and now, his best friend was calling once again.

           "Yo.” he greeted coolly.


           Jimin sighed, figuring that you naturally told Silver, who told Hoseok, who quick-wittedly put two and two together.


           "That doesn’t mean you sleep with her too!“ Hoseok hissed. ” And YOU’RE the sketchy one! What the fuck are you thinking? This could ruin your entire friendship, Jimin.“

           "Well I’m assuming you haven’t told your girlfriend since I’m at her house and she’s still clueless. So as long as we both keep quiet, she won’t find out so don’t worry.”

           "What are you doing in her house?? Leave her alone! Why did you even do that in the first place?? And I didn’t tell my girlfriend because I DON’T WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO BE RUINED BECAUSE OF YOUR DICK!“ Hoseok yelled, causing Jimin to pull his phone away from his ear.

           "It’ll be fine, Hoseok. Trust me. This guy looks like he’s going to hurt her. He’s like too perfect. Nobody can be that perfect. So I need to stop that before something happens. And that’s why I’m here.”

           "Why on Earth would you do that? Neither of us have ever done that. Jimin, you need to let her LEARN on her own. She’s a big girl. If she gets hurt, then we’ll be there like we always have. Please, please, PLEASE stop this Maroon mask thing for my sanity.“

           "But you don’t see how into this guy she is. She’s buying the lie of this dating app and believing they’re the perfect match.”

           "And what if they are, Jimin? What if they’re not? Who are you to get involved? And none of this explains why you fucking slept with her!“

           Hoseok paused.

           "Don’t tell me…do you have feelings for Y/N?”

           Jimin cracked up. “What? Me? Oh please Hoseok, ask something plausible. It was all in good fun.”

           Hoseok sighed. “Well if you don’t want a relationship with her then stay the fuck out of her love life Jimin. It’s already messed up enough without you jumping in there.”

           Jimin hummed, no longer paying attention to his nagging friend.

           "And for goodness sake, get the hell out of her house.“

           "You two are close, huh?” Tae giggled.

           "Our friend Hoseok has a girlfriend now so Jimin’s still trying to cope with the loss of the trio.“ You explained shyly. "It was always us three getting into shenanigans since college.”

           Tae grabbed your hand and smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

           You grinned, glad he didn’t take it weirdly. “I’ll try to have you meet Hoseok soon. He used to work at the Club too.”

           "Oh, why doesn’t he now?“

           "Well we have rules in the Club.” You stated. “None of the hosts can be in a steady relationship. So when they find someone they’re really serious about, we call it ‘graduating’ out of the Club.”

           "Wow, that’s such an interesting concept.“ Tae blinked. "I think the whole place is pretty intriguing.”

           "I think so too. I’ll introduce you to the guys next time you swing by.“

           "I’d like that.” he giggled as he led you somewhere. “So I was actually going to take you here later on as well you, not Coffeegirl.”

           You blinked, urging him to go on.

           "I wanted to do something holiday-ie and I found that they decorated this park like a Christmas village. I wanted to see it with you.“ he blushed. "I had a bunch of things I prepared, but obviously, this was so unexpected…”

           You laughed.

           He took his scarf off and wrapped it around your neck, sweetly kissing you on the nose.

           "But I guess I’ll have to improvise.“

           He pulled your hand into his pocket and continued your stroll. Your grin widened, feeling immense butterflies at his romantic actions.

           "We’ll walk around and then grab hot chocolate with marshmallows!” he giggled.

           "I love those!“ You beamed, excitedly hitting his arms as he laughed.

           You leaned your cheek onto his shoulder as you walked through the Christmas village. His eyes twinkled enthusiastically as he watched children running around, playing with the fake snow. You were so busy admiring the intricate designs with the lights and the realistic igloos that you didn’t realize Tae gathering snow.

           "Y/N.” he called out.

           You turned your head and he threw a snowball at your face, giggling. You gasped and laughed in disbelief.


           You bent down to collect snow too and he skipped away, hiding behind the nearby children, and telling them to protect him.

           "She’s an evil monster! We must defeat her!” he cried out.

           The children innocently played along with Tae’s story, so you were pelted and tackled by the adorable kids until they were stacked on top of you, cracking up with glee. Tae snickered as he helped you up, after thanking the kids for their brave fight. You felt yourself melt at how he lifted one of kids up easily and made funny faces to incite fits of laughter from her. He caught you staring and after whispering something to the young girl, handed her over to you.

           "You’re really pretty.“ the girl blushed as you held her warmly.

           "Why thank you.” You smiled then whispered. “Did he tell you to say that?”

           "Yes.“ she laughed.

           "Yah.” Tae whined. “It was supposed to be our secret!”

           The girl squealed and wrapped her arms around your neck as Tae crept over to you two.

           "Run, run, run!“ the girl giggled and you scurried around playfully avoiding Tae.

           In no time, the girl’s mom came to take her, apologizing for the inconvenience.

           "Bye bye~” Tae waved and gave the girl a high-five then he pointed to you, giving the girl a wink.

           She grinned and beckoned you to come down to her level. Curiously, you did so. The girl leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. If you had the ability, you probably would’ve turned into goo at that moment.

           "He told me he’s been wanting to do that to you.“ she giggled.

           The mom scooped her daughter up and you blushed.

           "Kids.” Tae shook his head lightheartedly. “Too honest.”

           You chuckled as you intertwined your fingers into his. “I’ll pass it on then.”


           You pressed your lips onto his cheek, tiptoeing to reach him. Then you hurriedly looked down at the ground. Tae’s grin widened and he skipped to the next section of the village, giddily.

           "Thanks…for everything.” You blushed as Tae walked you out of the Lounge. But this time, your hands were interlocked with his. Everyone was envious of yours and Tae’s new public displays of affection. It was hard to hide how smitten you two were and frankly, neither of you wanted to.

           "I had fun.“ he chuckled. "I’ll see you tomorrow?”

           You nodded, a bit disappointed. But he leaned down and kissed you. You grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. He broke the kiss, smiling goofily, and waved before scurrying to his apartment.


           Dating didn’t guarantee you would have sex every day. It was about more than that. You shook your head, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment that he didn’t invite you over or ask to stay the night again.

           This was going to be different than your other experiences, because Tae was different than all of the other guys.

           This was good.

           You slipped into your house and you were thoroughly impressed to find that it was spotless.

           "Must’ve been bored.“ You snorted, throwing your coat and keys onto the couch freely.

           Then you spotted a light emerging from your room so you padded over there. You chuckled as you found Jimin curled up inside your freshly washed sheets. Your laundry was neatly folded beside him and some late-night game show was playing on your television. Carefully, you removed your laundry and put them away in their appropriate places. Then you sat beside his peaceful figure, smiling at how innocent he looked for once.

           "Nobody would think you were the spawn of Satan and the enemy of women.” you chuckled as you pulled your blanket up to cover him fully.

           You caressed his shoulder, lulling him to deeper sleep. As you were leaning over to turn off your lamp, you felt his fingers curl around your wrist.

           "You’re home?“ he groggily stated.


           "What about Tae?“ he yawned as he rubbed his eyes.

           "He went home.” you chuckled.

           "Aww I’m sorry.“ he frowned. "It doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to.”

           You laughed, knowing Jimin understood your struggle.

           "I know. This is just different. But do-able.“

           Jimin sat up. "How was it?”

           "Wonderful.“ You smiled fondly.

           "I’m glad.” he patted your hand. “Sorry about my freak out this morning and for intruding.”

           "It’s all good. You were just worried about me.“ You squeezed his cheek. "It was cute.”

           Jimin scoffed.

           "Well rest up.“ You urged. "You’ve had a rough day so get some good sleep. I know you have a special relationship with my mattress.”

           "It’s the best.“ Jimin exhaled as he sunk back into your pillows.

           You shook your head and stood up to grab your pajamas.

           "Just sleep here too.” he offered.

           You glanced at him before you stepped out of the room.

           "I’ll be on the couch.“

           Jimin exhaled as you lightly shut the door.

           "Where are we going Tae?” You giggled as he held your hand and gripped the steering wheel with the other.

           "I told you…“ Tae’s lips curled up as he turned into a new street. ”…it’s a surprise.“

           "I’m curious though.” You pouted and he laughed.

           At a red light, he leaned over and kissed you. You immediately deepened the kiss, but he returned to driving.

           "Okay, you’ve convinced me to tell you.“ he laughed. "We’re going to my workplace.”

           "The animal hospital??“ You gasped. "Oh no!”

           "What?“ he sounded concerned.

           "I should’ve dressed up more.” You teased. “What if they don’t like me? I should’ve brought some treats!”

           He giggled and kissed your hand.

           "They’re going to love you.“

           You smiled.

           Timidly, you walked beside Tae as people bowed to him happily.

           "This is Y/N.” he introduced you to his workers and some of the pet owners he knew well. “I wanted to show her my favorite patients.”

           He winked at you and you giggled as he knelt down and patted a dog that was lying down patiently in the waiting room. The dog perked up, recognizing him.

           "Hand.“ Tae held his hand out and the dog positioned his paw onto his palm obediently. "Good boy. I want to introduce you to my friend.”

           You knelt down, waiting for Tae to instruct you.

           "Here.“ he placed a treat in your hand. "You have to make a food offering first.”

           You giggled and placed your hand near the dog, waiting for it to take the treat. The dog cautiously sniffed your palm and licked the treat out of it.

           "Now you can pet him.“

           You grinned and scratched the dog gently, causing him to move over and lay his head on your lap, enjoying your action.

           "Wow, you’re a natural.” Tae laughed. “He hated me at first.”

           He whispered to the owner. “He knows a pretty girl when he sees one.”

           You cracked up. “Oh Tae.”

           "Come. I’ll show you the rabbits.“

           You perked up. "Rabbits?”

           Tae gave the dog one last treat to free you and took you to the back.

           "If we need to keep a close eye on the pets, they stay here for a couple of days. Of course, families can visit or stay with them.“ Tae led you to a room that was playing soft, classical music. "The music soothes my patients so I like playing it.”

           "Oh my goodness.“ You cooed as he led you to a pen of rabbits.

           Tae grinned as he watched you play with them endearingly.

           Later on, he took you to the hospital cafeteria, where you felt that all eyes were on you. Just like he was at Burlesque, he was probably the object of affection for a lot of his co-workers here. You giggled, reminded of Jimin and his office workers.

           "What’s funny?” he found a table for you two.

           "You must’ve gotten a lot of confessions while working here.“

           "Mostly anonymous though.” Tae laughed. “How’d you know?”

           "I sense these things.“ You flirted playfully. "Am I the first girl you brought here?”

           "Yeah.“ Tae smiled and you blushed, not expecting the answer.


           "Yeah.“ he giggled. "My workplace is important to me so I don’t bring people here casually.”

           You smiled gratefully, feeling extremely special and honored.

           "Let’s eat. Food’s great here.“ he giggled.

           You nodded and did so.

           "What made you want to be a vet, specializing in animal surgery?”

           He hummed as he chewed.

           "I lived on a farm in Daegu so I grew up raising animals. I found myself always wanting to keep them healthy and figuring out ways to help them if they got sick, and well it went from there. I commuted from home while I was working in a different branch of the hospital over there, but I really wanted to move to the city. I told you about my friends who own businesses right?“

           "Yeah, how you became a bartender?”

           "One actually paid for the down payment of my apartment while the other hooked up me with his new enterprise– the Lounge. So I’ve been saving up to pay them back and saving up to open my own hospital.“

           "Wow. You have fantastic friends.” You gawked. “I don’t know if I’d lend Hoseok and Jimin money…well probably, if I had it.” You contemplated. “They should be doing that for me! I’ve been jipped!”

           Taehyung laughed. “If they ever come to visit me, I’ll be sure to introduce you.”

           "I’d like that.“ you grinned. "I have to thank them for bringing you here.”

           You then cringed at your cheesiness.

           "Cute.“ Taehyung grinned as he continued chewing.

           A week later, you finally set up a double date with Hoseok and Silver.

           "You wanna come?” You asked Jimin after work, since the Lounge was closed for the day. “I feel like I haven’t seen you around.”

           "Sure, why not.“ he shrugged. "I don’t wanna miss out on the fun.”

           You smiled and stepped out of the Club, where you both found Tae waiting for you.

           "Chims!“ he greeted as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "Good for you to join us!”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin stated flatly.

           "How was work, sweetie?” Tae looked down at you fondly.

           "Good.“ You giggled as you two walked ahead.

           Jimin snarled and rolled his eyes as he was forced to watch you two act lovey-dovey.

           "Silver! Hoseok!” You beamed as they waved you down.

           Silver squealed and scurried to you, excited to finally meet your perfect match.

           "Oh my goodness. You must be V or Tae.“ she grabbed his hand and shook it frantically. "I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

           Jimin rolled his eyes as Hoseok shrugged apologetically.

           "I’m sorry. She’s just heard a lot of good things about you from Y/N.“ Hoseok appeased and they shook hands.

           You elbowed Silver and mouthed for her to calm down.

           "It’s great to finally meet you! I’ve heard great things about you from Y/N too! She said you really kept her sane throughout college.”

           "I really tried. Really.“ Hoseok snickered and you glared at him. He coughed and gestured to the table they had reserved. "Let’s sit?”

           Naturally, the couples sat in one side of the booth with each other and Jimin slid beside you, ignoring Hoseok’s dangerous gaze. Jimin noticed that there weren’t enough utensils and began cleaning the ones in front of him then sliding it over to you. You nudged him and Hoseok shook his head.

           "Oh no. There aren’t enough utensils!“ You moved the utensils back to Jimin sneakily.

           "Oh here. Have mine.” Tae raised his arm. “Can we get one more set of utensils here?”

           Jimin huffed.

           When the meals came out, Jimin unconsciously started moving the green peppers in his to your plate. It wasn’t until Hoseok kicked him lightly that he looked up to find everyone staring at him.


           He caught your threatening glare and he chuckled.

           "She just has an odd love for green peppers and I don’t care for them, so we like to give them to her. Right guys?” he glanced at Hoseok and Silver, who smiled weakly.

           "Oh.“ Tae laughed. "Then you can have some of mine too!”

           "Oh no. It should totally be fine. I’m not THAT obsessed. He just doesn’t like them so they automatically go to me.“ You nervously explained and glared at Jimin when Tae returned to his food.

           Jimin shrugged, amused, but remained silent the rest of the night, simply listening to you four exchange places you’ve gone to for dates. At the end, you all said your goodbyes. You and Jimin glanced at each other when Tae disappeared back to his apartment close by, and Hoseok had picked up Silver in his car since they parked far.

           "That was fun.” he stated sarcastically.

           "Sorry.“ You chuckled. "You felt a bit left out, huh?”

           He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Want me to drive you home? I actually brought my car today.”

           "Is it the nice one?“ you grinned.

           "Come on.” he chuckled, throwing his arm around you.

           "Is it?“ You nudged him as you both walked to the Club parking lot.

           And for weeks on end, there wasn’t a moment without Taehyung. He was in the Club randomly, and he walked you home or stayed over. The only time Jimin had with you was between clients– which was roughly 5 minutes if he hurried the deed.

           Even then, the banter wasn’t completely the same. You were preoccupied with your phone, smiling like an idiot. Your stories were all about what Taehyung did or said, where he took you. So he visited you less frequently, because frankly, he didn’t care for those details.

           Instead, he took on more clients and spent every night hopping clubs around Masquerade Boulevard. He’d sleep with whoever he could get his hands on, sometimes sleeping with two to three girls separately in one night.

           But almost every time, he would leave the girls and slip into your apartment since it was close by.

           "Holy crap.” You flinched when your front door opened as you were heading to the shower. “Jimin!”

           "Oh sorry. I didn’t think you’d be up.“ he chuckled. "It’s a weekend. Why’re you awake so early?”

           "I have work at the cafe. What’re you doing here?“

           "Just wanted to crash.” He stretched and you studied him.

           You smirked. “You got laid again, huh?”

           "Of course.“ he chuckled as he sat on your couch lazily. "When do I not?”

           You rolled your eyes. “And you left her again.”

           "I never said I was going to see them again.“ he yawned. "Why do girls assume things like that when guys sleep with them?”

           You exhaled.

           "Probably cause it’s a big deal to open up our legs and risk getting pregnant?“ You retorted, sitting at the arm of your couch to stare at him challengingly.

           "But you don’t have that issue.” he looked at you questioningly.

           "That’s because I can make it fun without them being inside me.“ You winked playfully and he chuckled, kicking you lightly.

           "You’re such an ass.”

           "Who’s the bigger ass out of us two, huh?“ You slapped his leg.

           "Well I think we have an equal amount of ass.” Jimin turned so that his butt was up. “What do you think?”

           You smacked his butt loudly. “Well if your ass wants to come with me to the cafe to grab breakfast, then you better be ready when I get out of the shower.”

           "Yes, mom ~“ he lounged on your couch, exhausted.

           After a few minutes, you walked into your room to find a half naked Jimin in the middle of it. You squinted your eyes at him and he finally took notice of you.

           "I swear I’m not seducing you.” he laughed then stepped closer. “Unless it’s working?”

           You rolled your eyes as you pulled up the towel securely around you. “Your clothes are in that drawer. Tae returned them and I rewashed them again cause I know you like my laundry smell.”

           "Thanks.“ he chuckled as he grabbed his change of clothes, walking past you and into the bathroom.

           You exhaled and hurried to change.

           Jimin was typing frantically into his computer. He was wearing his glasses and a furrowed brow as he read through lengthy business proposals.

           "I’ve never seen you actually working.” you chuckled as you placed his coffee order on his table.

           He smiled as he sipped it. “Now you can see why my co-workers fall for me.”

           "It is a kinda hott.“ You whispered into his ear playfully.

           He shivered as you walked away to tend to your other customers. His lips curled up as he eyed you before returning to his paperwork.

           Many cups of coffee later, he stretched and spared a glance over at you behind the counter. You were laughing about something your customer had said and he didn’t miss the way the guy’s hands covered yours when he handed you his card. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee.

           Typical move.

           "Hi babe.”

           He nearly choked when he heard a familiar voice greet you.

           "Hey!“ You beamed as Tae appeared in front of you.

           "I’ll take a hot chocolate.” he grinned.

           Jimin scoffed, judging his taste.

           "Sure thing. Jimin is over there doing some work, if you wanna go wait with him. I’ll bring your drink over to you.“

           Tae turned and waved enthusiastically towards Jimin’s direction. Jimin smiled weakly and raised his hand to acknowledge him.

           "Sounds good. I’ll keep him company.” he giggled and scurried over.

           Jimin was continuously chanting in his mind, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t fucking come over, oh damnit.

           “You didn’t have to come over!” he greeted Tae, a little too enthusiastically.

           "It’s okay. She said to keep you company.“ Tae giggled.

           "Did she?” Jimin nodded, trying his best to smile. “What’re you doing here?”

           "I work at the animal hospital nearby.“

           "Oh?” Jimin nodded. “My co-worker’s cousin apparently works there too.”

           "Oh who?“ Tae tilted his head.

           "Here is your hot chocolate.” You grinned as you sat down with them. “And I am officially on my break!”

           Jimin smiled and closed his laptop gently. “Well I’m going to head to the office to pick up some things to finish this weekend. Thanks for the coffee, Y/N.”

           "Anytime.“ you grinned and he raised his cup gratefully.

           "See you Tae.”

           "Bye Chim Chims.“

           On his way out, Jimin was stopped by your trainee at the door.

           "Who’s he?” he questioned.

           "I didn’t think we were on 'sharing secret’ terms.“ Jimin smirked.

           "You gonna let him take her like that?” the boy hissed.

           "That is her real boy toy. I’ve been pulling your leg, kiddo.“ Jimin patted his shoulder.

           The boy grumbled under his breath as Jimin turned to leave. "I’d have preferred you better.”

           Jimin froze and walked back to catch up with the boy. “What? Why?”

           "Because I can compete with you, but that guy seems like a legitly good candidate.“ the boy stated nonchalantly.

           Jimin huffed. "I thought we could’ve been friends, but you just crumpled that up. I’m glad I played with you, you fool. Kids aren’t her type so move on.”

           The boy glared at him and Jimin laughed, making his way out of the cafe, catching a glimpse of you and Tae chatting happily with each other as he passed by.

           “Damn you’re so wet.” he whispered as he left open mouth kisses against your skin while digging his fingers inside you.

           "Add another finger.“ you breathed.

           And he stuck two more in there, stretching you out.

           "Fuck.” you writhed as he made his way down to your nipples, licking it tauntingly.

           "How bad do you want my dick inside you?“

           "Not bad enough.” You croaked, trying not to cave into his game.

           "Oh?“ he slipped his fingers out and sucked on it.

           He lined the tip of his cock infront of your hot, soaking entrance and pressed his taut muscles onto of your body.

           "Still don’t want it?”

           "No.“ You breathed although, he was already pressing inside you, and your hips were raising up to meet his.

           "No?” he pulled out. “What about my tongue then?”

           You swallowed.

           "You haven’t seen what I can do just yet.“ he rubbed his body against you as he crawled down. He blew into your core and you cried out of need. "I’m going to have you screaming my name.”

           His tongue licked you torturously slow as you exhaled at the immense pleasure. He stuck three fingers back into you and began ravaging your clit with his tongue simultaneously.

           You gasped and sat up, your core throbbing, and your heart racing. Glancing over worriedly, you found Tae snoring lightly beside you. You groaned as you gently slipped out of bed, naked from your session with Tae just hours before, and made your way to the bathroom. You fanned yourself and splashed water on your face.

           It had been weeks since your last encounter with Maroon mask, yet like a teen in heat, you continually had recurring dreams of having hot sex with him. Even with Tae sleeping beside you, you felt your body burn up and heat pooled down to your lower abdomen whenever you had the dream.

           What was happening?

           Things were so sweet with Tae. You two had a great time hanging out and dating. It was magical and he made you feel precious and wanted. It was everything you dreamed of feeling when you started seriously dating. He was great guy. He looked out for you, never forgot anything you said you liked, and he was incredibly attractive. You made love every so often, but for some reason, you would have hot, realistic dreams about the masked man.

           What was wrong with you? You groaned as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

           This was going to pass.

           It was a bit…hard that Tae seemed to be taking things slowly, but it was just a pace you weren’t used to. Maybe serious relationships started off like this then progressed.

           Right, you guys would grow together.

           Maroon was just a temptation of your old lifestyle. You hadn’t gotten to fully experience him and that left you with some unanswered fantasies seeping into your subconscious.

           It was perfectly normal.

           "Oh. Jimin.“ a high pitched whine emerged as she rocked her hips up. "It feels so good!”

           Jimin grinned as he pulled his face away from his latest conquer.

           "Want to try something for me?“ his eyes twinkled and the girl smiled enthusiastically.


           Jimin pulled out a blindfold from his pocket. “Be a good little girl and put this on.”

           Everyone was crowded in front of that motel room, wondering what the screaming was all about.

           "That was…that was the best sex of my life.“ the woman exhaled, panting heavily.

           Jimin smirked as he pulled the blindfold off her face and chucked out the condom.


           "How was it for you?“ she breathed.

           "Do you want the truth or what you want to hear?”

           The woman turned to him, seductively displaying her body. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

           Jimin traced her figure softly and leaned down to kiss her. “It was perfect.”

           "What’s the truth?“ the girl whispered happily, expecting a romantic line.

           "That it was okay.” Jimin pulled back and her eyes widened.


           Jimin shrugged. "I’ve had better.”

           The girl exhaled incredulously and smacked him with a pillow angrily. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

           "Hey, you asked for the truth!“ Jimin laughed.

           "You’re an asshole! Get out!” she screamed.

           "Was on my way anyway.“ Jimin shrugged, grabbing his pants.

           "No wait.” the woman’s eyes widened fearfully and latched herself onto Jimin. “No wait, I can do better. I promise! Don’t leave.”

           Jimin exhaled. “What’re you going to do for me?”

           The girl smirked as she shimmied in front of his cock and flicked her tongue out. He hummed.

           "Alright. Give it a try. Make me stay.“

           She pinned him against the wall aggressively and began passionately sucking his cock. Jimin put his hands behind his head, wondering how you would take his dick, or how you would do things differently than the stranger in front of him. Would you be good at that too? His body shivered as he ultimately knew you probably would.

           He felt sorry for the woman on her knees in front of him because she was just not getting him aroused. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild to help get to his release faster. Afterwards, she clung onto him as he showered her with fake compliments until she went to sleep. Then as always, he pried himself off and made his escape.

           He stared at the texts he had received from you earlier.

           Y/N: Tae’s sleeping over tonight. You know what that means ;)

           Y/N: So don’t you dare come over.

           He chuckled and started his car to drive back to his house.

           Boy could he not be any more royally fucked up.

           Or so he thought.

           His incessant fantasies of how sex would be with you soon followed himm to the Club and his clients there. He would be in his head, pretending they were you, and then comparing them to how you would be. He was sure he was infatuated with the mystery and novelty of you, but he didn’t have a cure.

           And then he fucked up even more.

           "Y/N.” he moaned as he was grinding into one of his clients. He froze, immediately realizing that he had said that out loud.

           "Oh. My. God.“ you gasped, pulling off your earphones.

           You had been listening in to check in on him and you sat at your desk, stunned.

           Did he just…did you just hear…was that YOUR name??

           Your heart raced and you hurried to shut the monitor frantically to get rid of the evidence.

           As expected, that very client was storming out angrily and you jumped into action.

           "What happened?” you feigned ignorance.

           The woman was in tears. “I’m so embarrassed. He said SOMEONE ELSE’S name. That means he was thinking of someone else while he was IN me. I’ve been his long time client. How could he?”

           "Oh honey I’m sorry.“ You hugged her and gave a look towards Jin, who was eating sweets during his break. "He’s just a bit off today. You have to forgive him. Would you like to use the rest of your time with one of our best gentlemen personas? I’m sure he’ll cheer you up.”

           "Okay.“ she sniffled and Jin swooped in warmly.

           You exhaled, having avoided a crisis.

           "You.” You called out to another host on break. “Man the desk for a sec. I need to see Chims.”

           The host nodded knowingly and you marched to the room you know he had been in.

           But he wasn’t there.

           You hummed then knocked in front of his favorite room.

           "Don’t.“ his muffled voice was heard and you chuckled.

           "Chims, what happened?” You feigned ignorance, praying that it had just been some kind of joke or mistake. Like he was thinking about you because he wanted to eat with you at the diner. Or a funny story about college popped into his mind and he was laughing your name but then it turned into a moan. You shook your head, trying not to delve into it.

           "I said someone else’s name. I fucked up.“ he exhaled.

           You lay a hand on the door.

           "You’re human, Chims. You’ve never made a mistake with a client before, it’s about time.”

           "But that’s ME. I am good at this!“ he whined.

           "And you are FANTASTIC at this. This mistake doesn’t mean you’re sucky in bed. Come on. You know that.”

           He breathed.

           "Are you crying?“

           "Not cause I’m upset. My blue balls is fucking killing me.” he sniffled.

           You chuckled, amused. “I’m coming in.”


           Before he could finish his statement, you stepped into the dark closet and you felt something touch you as you did.

           "Oh shit.” You gasped. “Jimin! Your dick just stabbed me!”

           "I told you! Blue balls.“ he stated shyly as he turned his body away from you.

           "Wait– are you naked?”

           "Do you want me to answer that….“ he sniffled.

           "You’re naked in a dark closet, crying about your blue balls after messing up your time with a client.” You teased. “I can’t wait to tell Hoseok.”

           "Don’t you dare.“ he threatened.

           You laughed, "I won’t. I won’t. What happens at work, stays at work.”

           "Do you think I’ve lost my groove?“ Jimin mumbled.

           "Not from what I’ve seen.” You shrugged. “I’ve been getting great reviews about you recently.”


           "Yeah. You’ve definitely upped the aggressive factor.” You smiled weakly. “Though I was getting concerned about you.”


           "Are you sexually frustrated?” You whispered.

           "What?? I’ve been having plenty of sex!“ he said defensively.

           "I know, I know. But like GOOD sex.” You commented.

           Jimin stayed silent.

           "You know what’ll make you feel better?“ you chuckled. "It’s actually pretty dumb and I haven’t told anyone.”

           "What?“ Jimin murmured.

           You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes. "I’ve been having sex dreams about Maroon mask.”

           There was a dense silence in the closet.

           "Am I totally a terrible person?“ You asked meekly.

           Jimin felt his heart quiver with anticipation at the thought that you were thinking about having sex with him as much as he had with you.

           "It’s been happening almost every day regardless of whether or not Tae had had sex. And don’t get me wrong, the sex is very, very good with Tae. Woo his tongue!” You fanned yourself.

           "Okay, Y/N, Y/N. Focus.“ Jimin snapped his fingers to bring you back. "You’ve been having sex dreams about another man even when one is sleeping next to you.”

           "I can’t help it!“ You groaned. "It’s my dreams! I don’t know how to get them to go away. I tried masturbating. I tried porn. I tried even reading some boring textbooks, and having really, REALLY sweet sex with Tae when he’s over. But Maroon STILL appears. Like he’s lodged in my brain like an annoying tick.” You gushed angrily.

           After a few seconds of silence, Jimin blurted out.

           "Sleep with him.“

           "What?” You gasped then as if it really sunk in, you yelled. “WHAT?”

           "You’re having dreams about him because you want to know what he’s like. Or you have this idea of how well he’s going to please you that you want.“

           "Yeah but…”

           "Are you and Tae exclusive?“

           "No, but…”

           "Has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet?“


           "Then you’re JUST dating and you can just have one hot night of passion with this Maroon mask.“ Jimin emphasized. "You’re body is practically SCREAMING for you to do it. It’s perfectly normal for you to be curious about something you find mysterious. But it’s your human right, to go out there, unravel this mystery, and BANG him like you want to. ”

           "I…I don’t know, Jimin.“ You bit your lip.

           "I’m telling you. Just get it out of your system. One night. Hot sex. Probably multiple times. No strings attached. You don’t even know WHO he is!” Jimin urged. “Then you can find out whether he’s the best random sex you’ve had in your life and then happily settle for your sweet sex with Tae for the rest of your life.”

           You groaned.

           "You know I’m right.“ Jimin smirked.

           You covered your face with your hands as he waited for you to speak.

           After a few more seconds of silence, you looked up.

           "How do I see him again?”

           Jimin smirked triumphantly, not that you could see it in the darkness.

           You slipped on a tight, short black dress, feeling the tingling of excitement course through your body at the thought of what you were going to do.

           It was Friday night– Masquerade Ball night.

           Your dress exposed your collarbones and shoulders seductively and this time, you boldly displayed your legs. It had been weeks since you met Maroon mask. Would he still be interested in you?

           You lined your lips with an alluring red lipstick.

           It didn’t matter if he didn’t want you anymore.

           You would just make him want you all over again. You smirked at yourself in the mirror.

           This was your element after all.

           You adjusted your Gold mask and pushed up your boobs as you entered the Masquerade Ball. You could feel eyes on you as you walked in and you smirked. Surely, Maroon wouldn’t pass up a chance with you, especially if you were garnering this much attention in merely a few seconds. Then your heart sped up when you spotted him, sitting arrogantly once again at the bar.

           You made your way to him, ignoring the caresses on your hips, or the attempts of hollering at you. Your eyes never left him, afraid he was going to disappear and be a hallucination. Then your body heated up when he locked gazes with you. The corner of his lip turned and he chugged the shot in his hand, straightening up as he watched you strut to him.

           "I’ve been waiting for you.“ he smirked.

           You pressed onto him, cupping his face. "Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?”

           Immediately, your lips crashed onto each other’s hungrily. Both your hands were roaming any part they could get into, like you guys were on a ticking time bomb. He squeezed your thighs and knowingly, you wrapped your legs around him, neither of you parting from the heated kiss. Both of you were groaning desperately as he led you back into the stall from a few weeks ago. This time though, you jumped off of him, and unbuckled his pants hurriedly, wanting again to see the cock you had been taunting you in your dreams.

           You wrapped your hand around his thickness and began pumping as he moaned and stuck his tongue down your throat. You thumbed the head of his cock and covered your palm with his pre cum.

           "Leaking for me already?“ You smirked.

           "Are you just going to give me a handjob again?” He breathed.

           "Not a chance.“ You bit his bottom lip as you pumped him faster. "Better hold on long enough to see what I can do.”

           Maroon growled and attacked your lips hungrily, traveling down to your collarbones as you whined. You pushed him against the stall wall and kissed him senseless.

           "Me first.“ You raised an eyebrow as your hands traveled down his torso and finally, you knelt in front of him. "How do you like it?”

           "However you want to give it to me.“ Maroon whispered. "Show me what you can do, Gold.”

           "Don’t fall in love with me.“ you chuckled as you swirled your tongue around his tip.

           He groaned.

           "Already whining?” You traced his length with your hand as you continued to toy with the head of cock with your tongue. “Eyes on me, baby boy.”

           Maroon glanced down as you looked at him excitedly.

           "Watch how I take you.“

           His cock was so hard already, from the pent up fantasies and frustrations, and now the added reality of your fucking dirty mouth and tongue. But he watched as you sucked only a section of his dick teasingly, torturously. You swirled your tongue in places that he didn’t think could feel good.

           "You taste good.” You hummed.

           He swallowed as you finally pushed his entire cock into your mouth. He groaned as you swirled your tongue around and then hummed. The vibrations of your voice stimulated him and he bucked his hips forward. Your hands gripped his sides and you pulled away.

           "I move. You don’t.“ You demanded.

           "And if I don’t follow?”

           You stood up and kissed him. “Then you get tortured even more.”

           He exhaled as you took him in again and began bobbing your head. Then he moved his hips forward instinctively and he hissed at the lost contact. You smirked and began kissing his hip, flicking your tongue playfully. He groaned.

           "Get on my cock, now.“ he ordered.

           "I said it was me first. You can have me do whatever you want next.”

           Your voice saying “next” pulsated through his mind and excited him. You wanted a next part to this. This night was going to be longer than he hoped for.

           Taking him by surprise, you began sucking him speedily. He grabbed your head and pushed you forward to take him deeper. You didn’t mind that so you bobbed your head faster as you massaged his balls. He moaned.

           You pulled back, making a lewd sound at the end, and looked at him as your hand replaced your mouth.

           "Would like me to swallow?“

           You hummed as you kissed his hips, his lower abdomen, and his inner things teasingly. He threw his head back as the image flashed in his mind of you swallowing as he cummed.

           "Fuck yeah.”

           "Good boy.“ You smirked.

           "Your tongue feels so good. Don’t stop.”

           A few minutes of dirty talk and cursing later, he came in your mouth and you swallowed happily.

           "Now we’re even.“

           "Not yet.” he grabbed your wrist after zipping his pants up. “It’s my turn.”

           You inhaled sharply as he passionately kissed you and you felt like putty at the way his tongue worked your lips and the inside of your mouth. As if sensing your thoughts, he smirked.

           "I have a pretty gifted tongue.“

           Your eyes twinkled with mischief. "Let’s see if it’s up to my standards.”

           Maroon growled and you jumped back onto him; the tension between you still thick and the lust dripping inside you throbbing needily. With ease, he made his way to a room he had rented inside the venue, carrying your weight easily with one arm as you left love bites on his neck. You wanted to paint his untainted body, leaving your mark as deeply as he had affected you.

           He stumbled into the room eagerly and you both crashed onto the bed, lips still locked, not getting enough of each other.

           "Dance for me.“ Maroon whispered onto your lips and you got shivers from the request.

           "As you wish.”

           You climbed off of him. Luckily, the music from the Ball could still be heard so you swayed your hips, trying to recall moves you found particularly effective from your Burlesque routine. You pulled your hair up, exposing the nape of your neck, as you touched yourself while you danced.

           "Come here.“ he ordered with lidded eyes.

           You smiled and walked to him, but sat on his lap unexpectedly, rubbing your ass on his clothed cock. He groaned, getting hard again.

           "You wanted me to dance.” You flirted.

           You swayed your hips against him and then turned to straddle him. You grinded into him along to the faint music as you gave him a lap dance. His lips found your mouth in no time and you continued to push against him as he trailed your body with kisses. You succumbed your torso to him, but your waist-down was there to tease him.

           Your hands traveled down to his hips and you felt something in his pocket.

           You stopped and pulled out a silk fabric. Your lips curled up as he stared at you.

           "For me or for you?“ You asked before leaning over to kiss him, excitement bubbling inside you. You had had a good feeling about Maroon mask and this just confirmed he was as open to experiments as you had hoped he was.

           Before, Maroon could answer, you were already wrapping the blindfold around his mask. Almost immediately, his senses heightened.

           This was different.

           He got chills when he felt your breath near his ear, and you whispered. "Bet you use this for helpless girls looking for something fun, but you’ve never tried it yourself.”

           Maroon swallowed. She was right. I mean, it was his blindfold, why would he block his own sight?

           "Let me show you how it feels.“

           You licked his neck and he gasped. Without his sight, the rest of his senses were more sensitive. You worked his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt then you pushed him down, pulling his pants off once again.

           He was completely naked in front of you. He didn’t know where you were, what you were doing. His heart was racing.

           "Tell me what you’re doing baby.” he called out.

           "Detail by detail?“ You giggled.

           "Fuck yes.”

           "Tell me what you want me to do.“ you muttered seductively.

           "I want you to unzip your dress.” Maroon breathed and soon, he heard the sound of your zipper.

           His cock twitched, wishing he could see your bare body.

           "And then?“

           "Pull your sleeves down, very slowly, as you stare at me.” he wrapped his hand around his cock. Two could play at this game.

           You moaned as you saw him playing with himself.

           "What next?“ You asked breathlessly.

           "Step out of your dress.”

           He heard the dress lightly hit the floor.

           "And you’re going to come over here and straddle me.“

           The bed dipped and he felt you hover over him. You leaned down and kissed him as he continued to stroke himself. You hummed into his mouth.

           Soon, you felt his hands traveling onto your skin gently. You sighed into his touch as he found your clothed center and hooked his finger up.

           "So wet for me baby.” he smirked then slapped your butt. “Turn for me.”

           You obeyed and he sensually pulled down your underwear, then smoothed his hands out on your ass.

           "Sit on my face.“

           You inhaled sharply."What?”

           "Nervous baby?“ he teased.

           You scoffed as you crawled backwards so that your core was in line with his mouth. Feeling your body still, he flicked his tongue out. You groaned, your arms almost giving way. He gripped your hips and licked a strip into you.

           "Oh my god.” You cried, clutching into the sheets.

           He chuckled and stuck his tongue inside you, pushing in and out as you winced from pleasure. He tickled your clit with the tip of his tongue and you were panting already. You shivered when one of his hands left your hip. As you anticipated, he pushed a finger inside you and hooked his finger, causing you to scream.

           You felt him chuckle as he continued to suck at your clit, and his smugness irritated you. You smirked and he cried out as you dipped your head down his cock. Since he couldn’t see what you were doing, the wave of pleasure was unexpected and it sent electricity throughout his body.

           "Fuck.“ he hissed and he pushed a second finger into you. You groaned against his dick as he scissored into you. "Can you handle a third, baby?”

           "Please.“ You begged as you sucked him, his hips rising up into you. He added a third finger and you grunted, needing to stop to just take in being filled up. Then he began moving his fingers in and out. You gripped his thighs as you rocked into his finger. Then he pulled out and began expertly eating you out.

           You cried out and brought your head down onto his incredibly hard cock.

           With the blindfold, every sound you made, shot straight to his dick. Every moan, every cry, every curse. Then every swipe of your tongue felt intensely more pleasurable with his increased senses.

           "I’m so close.” You whispered.

           "Come for me. Come on my face.“ he smiled as he pressed his face deeper into you while his finger found your clit.

           "Oh fuck.” You hissed as you began riding his face aggressively, forgetting about pleasing him. You orgasmed so hard your body twitched involuntarily and your rhythm was erratic. After you finished, you spun around and reached for your purse.

           "What’re you doing?“ Maroon breathed, the cool air hitting his face now that you weren’t sitting on him, but his sight was still blocked.

           Suddenly, he felt latex roll over his cock and he licked his lips in anticipation. You straddled him, soaking and already stretched, and sat on his dick without a word.

           "FUCK.” You both sighed, neither moving just yet.

           Maroon sat up, reaching for you, and you met him halfway, crashing your lips into him.

           "I’m so close already baby.“ he hissed.

           "I just wanted to feel how you were inside me.” You replied and his mouth covered yours again.

           He flipped you over and bucked into you as you moaned. You were highly sensitive already, but you knew he was close. He couldn’t see your expressions of pleasure so you became more vocal.

           "You fill me up so well.“ You panted. "Keep going. Don’t stop. Faster.”

           Maroon groaned, remembering the last time you had said those words but playfully. Now, he was inside you and it felt incredible. You sat up and kissed his neck, continuing to whisper dirty statements as he continued to push into you until he came.

           "Well damn.“ he cried as he rolled off of you.

           You exhaled as you stared at the ceiling, exhausted. "Damn for real.”

           Maroon pulled off the blindfold, finally seeing your fully naked body heaving beside him. He groaned and threw his head back.


           He had slept with his best friend, and it was fucking fantastic.

           As he recited that realization in his mind, you also had yours. Gasping, you sat up and scrambled to grab your clothes.

           "Where are you going?”

           "I-I-…“ you stammered. "I’m sorry I need to see someone else. This was fucking amazing though, but yeah…”

           You stared at him as you attempted to zip your dress.

           "Okay I’m sorry. Can you zip me up?“ You questioned.

           He chuckled and walked over. "Yeah, of course.”

           "Yeah I’m sorry. I’m kind of seeing someone but I really just needed to get this out of my system and oh my god….“ You exhaled and smiled at him fondly. ”…that was great.“

           Maroon chuckled. "It really was.”

           "But I really like this guy and I don’t know you…“

           "It’s fine. Go.” Maroon stated. “I understand.”

           You grinned. “Thank you.”

           "Yep.“ Maroon waved as you rushed out of the room, disheveled.

           He grumbled as he fell back into the bed.

           It still wasn’t out of his system.

           Your heart was racing as you drove to Tae’s apartment. The sex was every bit as amazing as you had imagined – no it was even better, but it dawned on you that you wanted that. But you wanted that with someone that would hold you afterwards, someone that would chat about your days after giving each other multiple orgasms. You wanted that with Taehyung, and you might’ve just ruined your chances, but you didn’t want to hide it from him.

           You were still confused. Normally, you would have wanted Maroon mask. The bad boy– seductive, mysterious, and oozing sex, but then Tae was a great guy, warm, consistent, reliable, and his feelings were evident for you. You already felt yourself falling for him.

           Tae yawned as he heard frantic pounding at his door. His eyes widened when he found you, staring back at him with big, round, worried eyes.

           "Y/N.” he breathed as he cupped your face. “What is it? Are you okay? What happened?”

           You closed your eyes.

           "Tae, I need to be honest with you.“

           He ushered you in and served you hot chocolate while you frantically tried to collect your thoughts. You were worried he was going to end things, but you didn’t want to hide your confusion from him anymore so you just blurted it out.

           "I slept with someone else.”

           Tae stilled from where he was in his kitchen. He wasn’t sure how to react.

           "I met him when we were first supposed to meet. And I thought he was you so we kinda connected and did stuff.“ You explained. "Then when I actually met you, he was there. That Maroon masked guy that was dancing behind me when we were making out.”

           "Ah.“ he simply nodded, his expression unreadable so you continued.

           "And I just couldn’t get him out of my head. Because the me before I met you, well I slept around a lot and in fact, I’ve never been in a legitimate relationship so I’m not sure how slow or fast we’re supposed to be going.” You gushed. “But I’ve been having dreams about this guy and I just needed to get him out of my head so I found him today. And we slept together.”

           You chugged your hot chocolate, already feeling like a complete ass hearing the story come out of your mouth. You didn’t care that it was burning your throat, but you needed something to hydrate yourself before continuing your explanation.

           "I’m so sorry Tae. Oh my gosh. I just…we weren’t anything official and I didn’t want my dreams of him to come in between us so I was going to hide it, but I didn’t want to lie to you. I really like you, but I just feel like I’m so torn right now. It’s like my past and my future are going at it and making me crazy. I don’t want to lose you, but I know it’s also unfair to you that I’m being like this.“

           You surely felt wide-eyed and crazy at the moment.

           "Shh shh.” Tae smiled as he sat beside you and stroked your hair. “Calm down Y/N. I’m not mad and I’m not going to end things with you.”

           You stared at him. “Excuse me? What?”

           Tae chuckled, repeating. “I’m not mad and I’m not going to end things with you.”

           "But I SLEPT with someone else.“

           "Okay well, that hurt to hear and it was shocking– and the fact that you’re having sex dreams about someone else makes me feel a bit…inferior.”

           You frowned and reached out for his hand.

           "But it’s something we can work on, right?“ he stated. "And you’re right. We’re just dating too. We haven’t even talked about whether we were exclusive or not. I wanted to take it slow, because I also want to be sure about you– and about us– before I committed. I’m sorry for not explaining it to you sooner, why I’m taking things so slow. I think we’re just simply doing the figuring out part a bit differently from each other.”

           He squeezed your hand. “I’m so happy you were honest with me though. If you want and need to date and try both of us out, then do it.”

           You looked at him incredulously. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

           "I can’t say I’m completely okay with it…“ He scratched the back of his head. "But I really care about you. And I know I don’t like the pained look on your face right now, and if this is what’s troubling you, I want you to be able to figure it out so you can smile fully again.”

           Your heart clenched at his sentiment; you leaned forward and kissed him, gratefully and longingly. You had never met anyone like him.

           "I’ll still like you all the same.“ He grinned as he intertwined his fingers into yours. "And I’ll trust that we’re going to be the perfect match in the end.”

           You smiled and squeezed his hand, praying your chemistry with Maroon mask was simply just going to be a temporary phase too. He kissed your forehead and pressed his own against yours.

           "Try me and this Maroon guy out, Y/N.“ 


Holy Fire

Prompt: You get stuck angel sitting  your least favorite archangel, and the two of you end up making put and getting caught by the boys

Warnings: none i don’t think, it is like almost smut though.

Pairings: Gabriel x reader, (y/n)

*gifs are not mine*

“And that, is for pissing me off” your brother, Dean said flicking a match into the holy oil in a circle around Gabriel, the candy loving Archangel you absolutely loathed, Or so you said anyway. It had started out you guys were just talking, but the three of you were smart and planned this in case he became uncooperative so you could trap him. which you ended up doing, getting you in your current situation. “(Y/N), you stay her and Angel sit. Me and Sammy are gonna go into town and get some supplies. We’ll be back in an hour” Dean says as him and Sam walked away towards the door. “wha- no! don’t leave me with this ass hat!” you exclaim.

  After a few minutes of silence he speaks up  "well, sweet cheeks. Looks like it’s just the two of us" while taking a seat in the middle of the flaming circle. “yeah, I guess” you say rolling your eyes and siting on the cold ground too. The flames of the holy fire aren’t very high so you can still see each other. You sit there glaring at each other for what seemed like forever before he spoke again “staring wont give you the power to see through my clothes, Sugar.” he says smugly. “don’t worry, I was putting more on you” you tell him sassily.  the two of you throw a few more insults at each other before the room falls silent again.

  It’s only silent for a few minutes before he decides to speak again “wow, if I would have known hanging with you would be this much fun, I would have trapped myself in holy oil years ago” he said sarcastically. “you should use glue stick instead of Chap stick” you remark, rolling your eyes and turning away. “whoa, Who lit the fuse on your tampon?” he asks holding his arms up in mock defense. You turn to him with a new found fire in your eyes “I started my day in a pool of my own blood, is that how you’d like me to end yours?” you threaten. You weren’t really on your period, you just wanted to scare him. The look of horror on his face told you it had worked.

   You guys didn’t talk for a long time after that. You were really starting to wonder where the boys had gotten to, it didn’t usually take them this long on a supply run. You should probably call them. “why do you hate me so much?” Gabriel asks in a small voice, pulling you from your thoughts. “I don’t hate you, I’m just not exactly thrilled about your existence” you say casually.  "(Y/N), I’m serious" he whines. “honestly?” you start before taking a deep breath “I don’t, actually, I really like you. I thought you hated me so I acted like I hated you” you reveal after finally building the courage to tell him how you feel.  You put your head down after you finish your little speech. He didn’t answer your question so you look up to meet his eyes. They held an emotion you couldn’t really place. “I feel the same” he finally says. He seemed to be at a loss for words.

    “I would kiss you, but I’m kinda trapped” he says. “I can fix that” you tell him. You walk across the room and grab a bucket filled with water. You stride back over to the burning circle and throw the water on it and put it out. As soon as the flames are gone, Gabriel steps out of the circle and captures your lips with his own. It feels like you’re experiencing a first kiss over again. Sparks are definitely flying as your lips mesh together.

   Eventually He starts walking you backwards, towards the old couch in the corner of the room. You feel the back of your calves hit the edge of the couch and you let Gabriel gently push you down onto it and climb on top of you. After a few more minutes of passionate kissing , he decides it’s time to take this a step further and begins to slip his hand under your shirt and you begin to do the same thing. You break the kiss to remove your shirts before reconnecting them passionately. You stay like that for a while, both of you wanting to savor the moment.

   You’re so engrossed in kissing you don’t hear the open and close of the front door, or the three heavy sets of footsteps. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” you hear your eldest brothers voice boom. You and Gabriel immediately separate, jumping 10 feet in the air. You quickly search the floor for your shirt and bring it to your chest to cover yourself. “uhm uhh-” “well?!?!” Dean says, cutting you off. ‘kissing" you say, trying to cute your way out of this awkward situation. “oh don’t cute your way out of this!” Sam says, interjecting in yours and Deans conversation. “Gabriel? Really?” Dean asks, putting his hands on his hips. He really looks like a scolding parent who caught their kid making out with someone in their bedroom. Which he kinda did…. “He’s an Archangel!”  he exclaims.  "hey, hold up buddy" Gabriel starts"I love your sister! The fact that I’m an Archangel has nothing to do with anything" man, he looked good defending you without a shirt on. You shook those thoughts away, realizing what he had just said you looked into his eyes “Yo-you do? You love me?” you ask him. He looks you directly in the eyes before shaking his truthfully. “always have” he tells you.

   "well love birds, as much as I hate to split you up and it truly pains me, I’m taking my baby sister. Cas zap us out of here" Dean says grabbing my arm. The next thing you know you’re back at the bunker, in the library. “and here goes the 'you’re not supposed to fall in love with an Archangel’ speech” you say mocking your brothers’ voice while they both give you a bitch face

King & Queen

AJ Styles/OC. For Anon: Inspired by that pic of AJ in a crown. He’s cocky, letting being “king” go to his head, enough so that after a hot and heated promo with reader he waves the club to bring her to his dressing room where he’ll deal with her after his match. She thinks he’s joking but they guard the door and simply shrug when she complains. When his Majesty comes back fired up from his win, bare chest and dripping with sweat, she gives in to the heat between them & lets him show her how good it’ll be to be his queen. Inspo: Treat Her Like a Queen, Fuck Her Like a Whore.

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“Namjoon! That’s it.” He doesn’t fully register what’s happening, until the blanket is harshly ripped off his body and the cold air hits him squarely on his bare chest. 

“Get up.”

“Hyung!” Namjoon groans and turns away to curl into himself, in an attempt to block out the cold “I’m trying to sleep.”

Seokjin can be gentle when he cooks or when he offers warm hugs and makes the best damn hot chocolate in the world, but he certainly isn’t gentle when he is determined to kick Namjoon out of bed. “I said, get up.” There’s a foot to Namjoon’s ass and he winces. “You’ve been sleeping too much. Yoongi is right. You need to get up and get out.

“I’m tired Hyung!” Namjoon groans into his pillow. “God can’t you let me sleep in peace? I just submitted my math assignment and I need to do another assignment soon. Just give me my 21 minutes and 46 seconds of optimal sleep!”

“No, you nerd. You’re not getting your 22 minutes of sleep.” Seokjin huffs. “I used your card and signed you up for a private enrichment class that’s going to start in 22 minutes time.”

“Whatever.” Namjoon grunts. He’s used to Seokjin’s empty threats. The last time this happened Seokjin said he’d used Namjoon’s card and bought him a 55-week membership for some hiking club. Namjoon had scrambled out of bed, only to find Yoongi standing grumpily at his doorstep, fully dressed in his grandfather’s hiking gear. 

“I’m serious this time.” Seokjin says. Namjoon doesn’t even need to look to know Seokjin is standing with his hands crossed. “If you think it’s Yoongi again, you’re wrong. I paid someone else.”

“I don’t care if you paid Jimin or Jungkook or Taehyung. Please get out of my room.” 

“Alright, suit yourself.” Seokjin slurs his words into a jeer. “I’ll just have to tell Hoseok that Hyung is very, very sorry that his useless dongsaeng doesn’t want to learn how to dance. And very graciously, stood him up on the first lesson.”

It takes him exactly 5 minutes, 23 seconds and 49 milliseconds for Seokjin’s words to sink in before Namjoon catapults out of his bed. 

Jung Hoseok. Namjoon’s crush. The end.

It’s really the simplest and shittiest fairytale ever. No bad guys. No evil witches. Hell, Namjoon doesn’t even need to cross the seven seas and fight monsters to see Hoseok. But it’s because Namjoon’s an A+ Nerd™ and Jung Hoseok is the Popular Kid™ that their paths just don’t collide. 

He’s seen Hoseok in school plenty of times. In the gym, in the canteen, along the hallways, always with different friends. He gets envious when he sees him with Jimin or Taehyung. Sometimes Hoseok has an arm slung around a very annoyed Jungkook. And other times, he sees Hoseok sandwiched between Yoongi and Seokjin. They have mutual friends, not the kinds on Facebook who you sometimes don’t even know. These are his close, dear friends who apparently aren’t dear enough to introduce him to Hoseok.  

But Seokjin (oh Mother Mary bless his soul) had created a perfect opportunity for him to meet Hoseok. 

Namjoon stops outside the dance studio and tries to flatten his hair. It stands up awkwardly despite how much water he’d used and it’s pretty obvious he’d just rolled out of bed, washed up haphazardly and dragged his ass to school.

There’s music playing from inside the studio. Muffled. He knocks and the music stops. 

“Come in!”

Namjoon recognizes Hoseok’s voice. It’s so characteristic and unique that he hasn’t quite heard anyone with voices anywhere near his. Namjoon pushes the door open slowly and pokes his head in. 

Hoseok is standing in the middle of the dance studio, clad in a wife-beater, grey sweatpants and a matching snapback. Namjoon cannot believe that for all the times that he’s been crowned Smart-Ass™, he didn’t think of using a cap to hide his unkempt son-of-a-mother-father hair. 

“Um.” Hoseok laughs. “Are you just going to stand there with your head peeking in?” He points out and Namjoon feels his cheeks burn. “I don’t bite.”

Bite. His mind suddenly swoons with war flashbacks to the time he watched some BDSM porn movie and it was… oh my Jesu- 

Namjoon stumbles into the studio, and catches himself before he falls and embarrasses himself. “Er… sorry about that. Hey,” he begins but then realizes to his horror that it sounds too informal and… too comfortable for their first meeting. He immediately switches to polite speech. “Hello. I mean. I- I’m Namjoon.” 

Hoseok’s lips are puckered into what Namjoon believes is an incredulous expression. Then he bursts out into laughter. “Oh god! You don’t have to be so awkward with me. I know your brother, Seokjin-hyung, so technically, you’re a brother of mine too! We’re the same age, according to hyung, you can just call me Hoseok!”

“Hoseok.” Namjoon tests. It sounds foreign on his tongue. He catches his reflection from the mirrors and his cheeks are in a shade of pink. “Hoseok.” he tries again.

“Yes.” Hoseok says breathlessly. “Yes that’s me. Seokjin said you wanted to learn how to dance.”

To be completely truthful, Namjoon knows he just can’t dance…  He’d showed it to Seokjin once, when their parents weren’t at home and he was so excited to demonstrate the first hiphop dance he’d learnt. He’d put on the dance track and let his body sway to the groove. Seokjin had a very serious expression on his face, with a slight frown between his brows. Namjoon ah, he’d said solemnly, you remind me of…

A noodle. 

Those two words had shattered Namjoon’s dreams instantly and he had abstained from jajangmyeon for two weeks. 

All of a sudden, Namjoon realizes with dread that he would need to demonstrate his skills. In front of his crush. In front of Hoseok.


“Seokjin-hyung said you had a particular genre that you were interested in.” Hoseok walks over a laptop connected to speakers and Namjoon uses that three and a half seconds to calibrate his bearings. No, no, no. Oh my fuck. 

“He said that you are extremely interested in ballroom dancing.” 



Apparently, he’d said it out loud, because Hoseok’s fingers hover over the trackpad of the laptop and he is staring at Namjoon bewilderedly. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yes.” Namjoon mutters, eyes widening at the thoughts of ballroom dancing with Hoseok. It doesn’t take a genius to imagine how… intimate they would be.

Namjoon chokes.

“Woah.” Hoseok is frowning now and all of a sudden, a bottle of mineral water is shoved into Namjoon’s face. “Drink this. Careful there buddy.”

“I’m… sorry!” Namjoon struggles to contain his coughs and his voice squeaks. He chugs down as much water as he can.

“It’s okay.” Hoseok smiles, that kind of smile that shows all his teeth and makes Namjoon’s heart flutter so beautifully like the wings of a mockingbird. Dramatic but whatever.

“Come here.” Hoseok instructs, and Namjoon settles the bottle of water on the floor, shuffling over uncertainly until he is standing in front of Hoseok. Hoseok hits the spacebar and classical music fills the room. “Okay, now put your hand on my waist.”

“Your what?” Namjoon blinks.

Hoseok sighs and grabs Namjoon’s hand to position it on his waist. Namjoon’s brain shortcircuits as Hoseok takes a step closer (too close, way too close), places a palm on his shoulder and interlocks their fingers together. 

“This is the standard position of ballroom dancing. Now, move with me. Right first then left, okay?” 

“Uh.” Before Namjoon can fully understand Hoseok’s sentence, Hoseok is moving to the song. It’s slow and Namjoon concentrates hard on staring at his feet and mentally sending telepathic signals to tell them: you can trip, you can sprain but you cannot step on Jung Hoseok. 

“Namjoon.” Hoseok breaks him out of his reverie and Namjoon almost trips. Hoseok’s grip around his tightens. “Stop looking at your feet. Trust them. Look at me.”

There’s nothing right about Hoseok’s sentence. Or logical. Not to Namjoon the Nerd and Namjoon the Logic Genius. “I can’t- I-”

“Look at me.” Hoseok urges again, voice low and gentle, and Namjoon cannot help but lock gazes. Hoseok really has pretty eyes, framed by beautiful and long eyelashes. The back of his cap rests on his fringe and they press onto his forehead. Hoseok looks beautiful, face angular and soft in all the right places, just like his glorious twitter selfies (Namjoon has done some Serious Stalking™) and Namjoon had never imagined to be able to see Hoseok up close. 

“You’re really beautiful.” Namjoon’s mouth decides to fuck up and he immediately presses his lips together, heart leaping to his throat. 

To his surprise, Hoseok doesn’t fling away his hands and stomp out of the room like every single Korean drama Seokjin had watched in Namjoon’s room (God, why?). Instead, he blushes prettily, from his cheeks and down to his neck. Namjoon blinks. Twice. Thrice. 

“Thank you.” Hoseok is smiling at him and his eyes crinkle into slits. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops, figuratively – duh – he refuses to let his mouth fuck up a second time so chooses to return the smile.  

“Do you uh…” Hoseok begins. They are swaying gently to the music. “Do you think you have uh… time, after this?”

“Wait. What?”

“You really like to say that, huh?” Hoseok laughs. And damn, that smile. “Why are you always confused half the time?”  

“I’m sorry. I… yeah. Yeah I do have time.” Namjoon mumbles. “Actually, do you have time for coffee?”

Hoseok stops abruptly, eyes widening by a fraction. “You beat me to it.”

“Beat you to what?”

“Asking you out.”


“Nevermind.” Hoseok shakes his head and his fringe sways along with his movements. It’s really enchanting to see it sway. Somewhere, in the far recesses of his brain, Namjoon’s conscience is telling him that he is a loser, with a capital L. “To answer your question. Yes, I have time. And Yes. I’ll go grab coffee with you.”

For some reason, Namjoon’s brain doesn’t really think twice and he blurts. “Can we always have coffee together?”

Damn. He curses beneath his breath. The fuck when his instagram filters work better than his brain’s. And his mouth. But he can’t take it back and he just looks down at his feet. What if Hoseok finds him too eager? Too creepy?

“Sure.” Hoseok says and Namjoon’s head snaps up in surprise. Hoseok’s cheeks are dusted in pink. “Sure.”

“I’ll have coffee with you forever.” 

A/N: word vomit and a poor excuse to write My LOVELY NAMSEOK omgosh i really love this pairing altho i dont show it because there’s no one to fangirl namseok with me ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ still, i hope you love it ^^


Gold || c.h.

WC: 1.8K+

A/N: Here is the very anticipated Calum installment to my Color series. This one really isn’t my favorite but that may just be because I had a hard time with the AU. Please, please, please let me know what you think! Once again this one shot was inspired by @thehalcyonclub‘s Calum one shot, Green

Read the other installments here: Red | Blue

Gold was the color of the pendent that usually dangled from your neck but today was perched between your lips. Calum watched as your eyes scanned the notebook in front of you, the pendent never leaving the safety of your mouth. You were deep in thought, this much he knew. He’d been observing – or stalking as his friend’s teased – you for weeks now. Something about you intrigued him, you enticed him. Lost in thought, he hadn’t realized he was still staring until he felt a delicate tap on his shoulder. “It’s not polite to stare,” you smirked, before waltzing out of the library. Calum was hooked. 

Gold was the medallion awarded to Calum and his team for their championship win.  You watched as your fellow classmates rushed the field to congratulate their football team from your seat between your parents. “You can’t sit with the commoners,” you father, the King, had sneered when you brought up the idea of sitting with your friends. Instead, you were stuck between the two as they clapped courteously, your heart sinking as you watched girl’s from your class peck Calum’s cheeks in celebration. That should be me, you thought before you were being whisked away by security. The unmarked black car waiting for the three of you to take you back to the safety of your palace before the real celebrations started. 

Gold was the color of the sand squished between your toes, your feet sinking a little more with each step you took. You had never felt something so warm before, your parents having forbid you from ever parading around the beach like a commoner. But they weren’t here tonight, having left you in your dorm only a few hours prior with no security upon your request. It was only when they left did you tip toe out of the dorm towards your floor mate, Calum. 

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to the beach before,” he said, brown eyes wide as he watched you trace patters into the soft sand. 

“My parents are strict,” you answered, scooping up a handful of sand watching as the wind blew it from your hands. The grains swirled in the air, dancing with the wind until falling to the ground. You were mesmerized, your hands quickly scooping up more sand to start the process again. 

Your hands were halted though, when you felt a familiar presence behind you. Calum wrapped one hand protectively around your clothed middle, while the other gathered the hair twirling at your shoulders. He pushed it aside before his fingers grazed the collar of your shirt, tugging it towards the left so the material fell from your shoulder. It only took seconds for Calum’s lips to replace the warmth your shirt was providing you, leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder to the nape of your neck. 

A chill coursed through your body as Calum spun you around, his arm that was once around your waist now clung to your hips. The two of you stood in silence, admiring each other’s beauty under the golden hues of the sun. You marveled at the way the dim rays of light gave Calum’s brown skin an aurora of gold, the harsh black lines of ink contrasting with his soft skin. Meanwhile, Calum admired your beauty, amazed that someone so beautiful could be so unaware of it. 

“If you brought a bathing suit we could have gone in the water,” he mumbled, his words nearly getting lost in between the kisses he showered you with. 

You pulled away from Calum, eyes trained on the waters ahead of you. The sounds of the waves crashing on shore were like a lullaby, but instead of lulling you to sleep they were calling for you. You had never touched such tranquil yet destructive waters before and you craved to. 

“Who says we need bathing suits,” you smirked, tugging the hem of your shirt up and over your head. Your mother’s nagging words reminding you that “Royals were only nude while bathing” played over in your head as you shimmied out of your shorts. The constant mantra of a princess is pure, prim, and proper, a mere fleeting thought as you unclasped your bra before taking Calum’s hand and dragging him towards the ocean. 

You finally felt free. 

Gold was the color of the tiara placed delicately near the crown of your head. You stood beside your mother, your father a few steps in front of the two of you addressing the crowd of civilians and media personal. Calum’s heart dropped as he watched the spectacle play out on the small television in the dormitories’ common room. His eyes immediately glazing over as the camera panned to your face, your lips in a tight line as you were forced to smile at the boisterous crowd in front of you. Calum had to sit down, his legs failing him as you smiled, your wrist poised in the air waving at your admirers. Your father’s words began to slur together, the room around Calum spinning. The last thing he remembers hearing was the King’s promising words that he would find his daughter a suitable Prince. Everything went black. 

Gold was the color of your iphone. Or, at least the color your iphone was before you threw it against the wall hours after returning to the palace. The sound startled your wait staff and it was only minutes before your mother was over the intercom scolding you for your un-lady like actions. He hadn’t answered. Not the first time, or the second time, or the thirty-third time – not that you were counting. He hadn’t even answered the tens of text messages you had sent. Nothing. Calum had gone radio silent and it was killing you. 

Gold was the color of the mask left in front of Calum’s door. The glistening mask, was tucked safety into a black box until he found it, opening it to reveal the mask. He observed the piece of craftsmanship, his fingers tracing the curve of the edges before he held it up to his face, the mask molding to his face perfectly. Calum placed the mask on his bed, turning his attention to the box it came in. He searched for a note, even something as simple as a dorm number in the hopes of finding out who sent him this, but more importantly why. In defeat, he flipped the box over and that’s when he saw it. Written in your loopy handwriting was the note he’d been looking for,  “meet me in the palace gardens at 10. I’ll be waiting.” 

Gold was the color of the golden retriever puppy chewing on the strap of your left heel. You fumbled with the right heel before unclasping it, you winced as your feet hit the cool concrete. “Stupid shoes,” you mumbled to yourself before tossing the right heel towards your dog, Reign. “Here, you can eat that one too.” 

You bent down to pat Reign before making your way over to the large bench situated in the corner of the garden. Sitting down, you reached your hand up to the tiara digging into your hair. With one swift movement you tugged it free, placing it down on the bench before unraveling your hair from the tight curls your mother had forced you to sport tonight. You were unraveling the last tendril when you noticed the looming figure standing near the dimly light passage way. Before you had time to greet the figure, Reign was off, his puppy legs hurling himself towards Calum. 

“Hi there buddy,” Calum laughed, before kneeling to pet the over excited pup. 

“Sorry about that,” you mumbled, tapping Reign’s nose while scolding him. 

“It’s okay,” Calum answered, eyes refusing to meet yours. 

The two of you stayed silent for what seemed to be forever. The only noise coming from Reigns whimpers as he tried to fit the entire heel of your shoe into his mouth. 

“You never returned any of my calls,” you breathed, a sudden wave of courage washing over you. 

“You lied to me.” 

Your heart dropped, sighing you grabbed his hand and lead him towards the garden bench you had previously been sitting on. Reign followed after, his tail wagging, totally oblivious to the storm that was brewing between Calum and you. 

“I didn’t lie.” 

“Okay, but you still didn’t tell me the truth,” Calum said, his eyes darted from the floor up to meet yours. “Why didn’t you tell me you were the Princess?” 

“It wasn’t important,” you shrugged. 

“You’re the fucking heir to the throne. I think it’s pretty important to tell the guy you’re dating that tidbit of information.” 

“We were d-dating?” you asked, stumbling over the foreign words. How could you not realize you were dating? 

“Are you serious, Y/N?” he shouted, stopping only when he realized his mistake. “Er, I mean Princess Y/N. What did you think we were doing? Last time I checked friends don’t just sneak out of their dorms and meet at the beach to go skinny dipping or spend hours binge watching stupid American sitcoms!” 

“Cal,” you choked, his name felt so foreign in your mouth. Almost like it didn’t belong. “Calum, I’m so sorry.” 

“Why’d you ask me to come tonight, Princess?” Calum asked, eyes stone cold and arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“Don’t call me that,” you groaned. “Just call me Y/N, okay?” 

“Fine,” he said. “Why did you ask me to come tonight, Y/N? Isn’t this supposed to be your debut or something? Find a nice Prince who has no shot at ruiling his own kingdom to woe you so he finally gets a shot?” 

“This isn’t Frozen,” you chuckled, finding humor in his comment despite the tension between the two of you. “But yeah, that’s the general idea of tonight.” 

“Well then I won’t keep you waiting,” he sighed, standing up from beside you. Calum bowed poorly towards you before turning around. He managed to take two steps, before something collided with his back. A pair of arms wrapping around his middle pleading with him to stay. “What are you doing?

“I don’t want any of those stupid Princes Calum,” you sobbed. “I want you and only you! Please don’t leave me.” 

“What about your parents?” he asked, hesitant to wrap his own arms around you. 

“They’ll get over it,” your cried, words muffled by the fabric of Calum’s shirt. “My mom’s not even a real royal so she can’t say anything bad about us.” 

“No more lies?” 

“I promise.” 

Gold was the color of the ring Calum presented to you on your 712 date. You’d been dating for nearly two years when the brown boy knelt down on one knee, brown eyes glistening with tears before he even opened his mouth. The candle light of the secluded table made the gold ring glimmer, the lights reflecting over the walls of the Italian restaurant. “Y/N Y/L/N, you may be the Princess to the country but to me you’re the Queen. I’d be honored if you’d take my hand in marriage, so we could one day rule this Kingdom together.” With shaky hands, Calum slid the gold ring onto your left finger while you cried cheers of joy. Finally, your life felt complete. 

Teen Wolf x Reader x Supernatural 6

Previous Part : Part Five


(Y/N) = Your Name
(H/C) = Hair Color
(E/C) = Eye Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
(N/N) = Nick Name


You winced, neck cracking under the strain you put on it, head turning sharply to the right, and you felt like the demon had knocked one of your teeth out with the blow of its punch. Instead of showing
your weakness or the pain you straightened your head, spitting blood onto his face and smirking. He wiped the bloody spit off, glaring heavily at you.

“Now (Y/N),” He started, voice a mock sweet tone, “I tried reasoning with you politely - ”

“Politely? Buddy last time I checked polite meant asking with a please not kidnapping someone from the woods and punching them repeatedly. But who knows maybe that’s polite in hell.” You smirked
sarcastically at him. You felt the blood dry from the gash on your cheek, feeling the unpleasant feeling of your skin knitting back together as the cut healed. “Besides, beat me up all you want. It won’t
last as long as you need for me to agree.”

You had expected him not to have a come back, or at least another punch to the face. Or a disappointed look that he would try to cover up. Basically anything other than what you got. He smirked smugly,
stepping back from where you were dangling inches from the ground, wrists tied to the ceiling. “How wrong you are Ms. Winchester.”

He walked off to a small table opposite you, and you, being sarcastic and not knowing what he was doing, decided to egg him on more. “So really, what is with getting kidnapped and being held in an old,
creepy abandoned house?”

“This was my home when I was human.” Was the simple answer.

“That’s suddenly supposed to give me a meaning? I doubt you speak for all kidnappers.” You heard what sounded like a knife but paid no mine, continuing, “So really? You took me here because sentimental
values? That’s just….really?”

“Not sentimental, no. I know this place better than anyone. I could navigate through it with my eyes shut.”

“And super demon senses would make no difference to that?” You raised an eyebrow, “Okay yeah whatever. So, whatcha got there black eyed buddy?”

He turned around, small dagger in his hand, and on his face wore one of the biggest, smuggest smirks you had ever seen. You glanced over the knife, not sensing anything special. “Is this a visual of

“You don’t know what it is?”

“Well I am assuming it’s a dagger but I think we’ve all read Percy Jackson so maybe it turns into a giant sword we’re going to use on an adventure.” Dean was right your mouth was going to get you killed
one day.

“Well there are blades made to kill demons,” He started walking forward slowly, making your eyes narrow, “Blades made to kill angels,” You started squirming against the rope, realizing what exactly
was in his hand, he came to a stop in front of you, “And one special blade made to kill…you.”

“How the hell did you get that?” Your voice broke midsentence, and he gloated in the fear that was boiling slowly inside of you. It’s okay, Sam and Dean will find you.

“Well let’s say it was hell to get it.” He snickered at his terrible pun, shifting the blade from hand to hand, “Shouldn’t you be asking how I know of you? There’s what…five other people who know what you are?
Well,” He paused, “A couple more now. The guy you started crushing on? What do you people call it when that happens? A spark?” You glared at him, wishing the ropes weren’t restricting your powers.

“When Sam and Dean find you - ”

“Sam and Dean,” He interrupted, “Are on a wild goose chase for other creatures that aren’t here. (Y/N) I’m very professional, I know how to cover my tracks. Something you and your brothers should work
on. How many times do you all get kidnapped? And died for the public to stop chasing you?”

You rolled your eyes, though he had a point. And had one of the few things that could kill you pressing against your skin. Tonight was not your night.


“So sweet little Ms. (Y/N),” You looked up from your feet as much you could, glaring with every fiber in your body, blood trickling down various places on your body, “Are you going to agree yet? Or do I
need to persuade you more?”

You gathered up your strength, shifting your arms and wincing, “F - Fuck you.”

He sighed, wiping your blood off of the blade, the sunlight shining through some cracks on the boards, reflecting off and hitting your eye. “I’ll die before I agree.”

“I’m afraid you’re correct there Ms. (Y/N).”


You weren’t very coherent of time or anything other than the pulsing pain rocketing through your body. So when the door was bust down you really didn’t know. You didn’t notice any of the people being
held against the walls, you weren’t aware of the blood trickling down your face, you hadn’t experienced pain like this in years. Soft hands reeled you in, cupping your face and lifting it gently, (E/C) eyes
meeting soft hazel brown ones, squinting as you realized the person was talking.

“ - (Y/N), can you hear me?”

Your mouth parted, brain running slower, “Stiles?”

He smiled a bit, relief washing over his body, you weren’t that out of it, that’s good. “Yeah hey. Your brothers are scary as hell.”

You squinted, “Sam and Dean…? Are they - ?” You lifted your head more, eyes scanning the room. You saw the demon laid on the ground, clutching his arm where a clear bullet was lodged in. Demon
trap carved into a bullet hole. Brilliant idea from yours truly.

Your brain was struggling to match names with faces, but with the amount of people there you could tell Stiles’ friends from his house that night - the night before? - were there, hairier than you remember,
and you saw two bodies making their way towards you. Sam and Dean! You felt yourself drop, arms wrapped around you as you were lowered to the ground, rubbing your wrists softly and your brain started
functioning better.

“(Y/N),” You heard the worry in Dean’s voice, “Are you okay?” A painful nod was all he got, though it didn’t take a genius to know you were lying.

“No you’re not. What the hell happened? Why aren’t you healing?” You pointed to where the blade was laid on the ground, blood staining it and the ground it was laid on. Stiles walked over, picking it up,
and you felt the air thicken, as if every atom were then pressing against you, and you sucked in harshly, biting on your lip to keep you from screaming. Since it had gotten your blood on it it’s reached
it’s full potential, and it just being near you would cause you physical pain. Sam seemed to realize as he quickly leaned you on Dean, grabbing the dagger and rushing it outside, throwing it without
looking and coming back. Stiles had looked scared when Sam had run towards him, but now that the dagger was gone looked confused.

“How did he - ?”

You shook your head, “He wouldn’t say. I didn’t know until he started,” Torturing you, it didn’t need to be said, “It was clean, pure. It got my blood on it and I can’t be in the same room as it now.”

“I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” Dean stood, holding the demon blade and you reached out, despite a few cuts opening wider and Sam’s protest.

“Dean no!”

“Why the hell not?”

“Yeah, not your number one fan but he did kidnap and torture you, not to mention he’s a demon so shouldn’t he be exterminated?” Lydia spoke up, and you glanced at her, shaking your head.

“Dean, think about it. He knew how to hurt me.” You saw understanding cross his face, “He knew what I was. You, Sam, Cas, Bobby and Crowley were the only ones who knew. I need to know how he

“Someone told please just kill the demon!” Stiles said, voice raising as he waved his arms at the demon who was watching with a raised eyebrow.

You stood up, keeping pressure to the cut along your side, leaning on Sam for support. “Dean,” You pleaded, “We don’t know if he told anyone else. You know no one else can know.” You glanced worriedly
at the others in the room, realizing now they too knew. Or partly.

He paused for a few moments, before nodding, “Do you want to or should I?” He held the knife to you.

You looked down at your hands, then back up at him. “They are otherwise occupied. I do have questions though.”

“Yeah so do we.” You were startled at the gruff voice, seeing an older man standing, arms crossed as he glared at you. Man he and Dean could have a glare down party.

“What the hell are you?”

Sam and Dean shared that worried brother look over your head, one you were so used to and one that wasn’t as subtle as they thought. You sucked in a deep breath, “I’m a witch.” You saw the shock
on everyone’s face, hearing Dean groan at the fact you just blurted it out, “And the most powerful one to ever have lived and ever to live.”

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Next Part : Part Seven


Links to parts  1, 2, 3, 4

Warning: This chapter shows Josh’s mental break down as well as a dead body and cursing, but hey if a dead body and a break down don’t bother you I doubt the cursing will.

You, Sam and Mike stopped in front of the underground lake, you let out a sigh knowing what was going to have to happen next. So far you’d been chased by several wendigos, watched some others trapped behind bars, and escaped an explosion, and now you were about to enter a body of freezing water and risk, not only being pulled under by something, but getting hypothermia to get to Josh. 

“Well come on, it’s not like it’s getting any warmer.” you said before you slid down into the ice cold water. “aha.” you let out a small hiss as you adjusted to the sudden drop in temperature. “How the water (y/n).” Mike teased. “Just get your ass in here before I pull you in.” You said glaring up at him and Sam. 

He chuckled and slipped into the water after you. It was shallow–thankfully–and it wasn’t that far across but that didn’t make the experience any more enjoyable. When you got to the other side you quickly climbed out, hoping that being out of the water would make you warmer–wrong…dead wrong, the second you climbed out you wanted nothing more than to jump back in. The cold air bit at you through the wet clothes. 

‘keep going, you need to get to Josh.’ you thought to yourself as you forced yourself to keep walking. “So, how do you think he’s doing?” Sam asked from behind you. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him since he drugged me.” You said trying to avoid thinking about him being anything other than fine. 

“I don’t know (y/n), he seemed pretty far gone when I left him in the shed.” Mike said not at all helping. You took several deep breaths trying to calm yourself, you didn’t want to imagine Josh going through one of his breakdowns on his own.  “(y/n)?” Sam asked wondering if you’d heard. “Yeah.” you said, your tone made it clear that you didn’t want to talk about it and she stayed silent. 

It was creepy in the mines, the silence put you on edge. Your footsteps were a constant echo and the sound of Mike and Sam talking to one another eased the situation a bit, but every now and then you’d hear a wendigo screech and it raised the hairs on the back of your neck. 

It wasn’t long before you found yourself slipping into another freezing cold body of water. You didn’t even bother complaining this time. The water went higher than the previous pool had, you found yourself submerged to your chest and you felt the cold sting at your exposed skin. ‘should’ve brought a jacket.’ you thought as you waddled through the water. Behind you you heard Sam and Mike hissing and complaining about it, normally you would’ve laughed and teased them about it, but at the moment you found it was easier to block everything out–it made swimming through the freezing lake simpler. As you reached the end of the pool it became more shallow making it easier for you to pull yourself out. 

You grabbed a hold of Sam’s arm and helped her out of the water. “Thanks.” She said. “No problem.” Ahead of you stood a massive metal door, before you could get to it Sam grabbed a hold of the handles and gave a hard tug. 

The doors flew open, water flooded out of the room and out floated a head on the current, it’s body was missing and you shouted. “Son of a bitch!” The head–or rather remnants of–landed at your feet and out of instinct you kicked it away. “Kick ball anyone?” you asked darkly. “That’s not funny, (y/n).” Mike said you rolled your eyes and walked passed him and Sam into the room the head had just come out of. “Oh relax, it’s a joke, don’t loose your head over it.” You said with a smirk as you passed him. He rolled his eyes but didn’t bother scolding you. 

“Well, looks like we found his other half.” You said as you noticed the body hanging from the ceiling. “Oh god, I’m gonna be sick.” Mike said turning around and fighting the urge to vomit. “No, no, no.” Sam repeated. You were grateful that you’d chosen to shut down when you did–it made viewing this easier–you didn’t react as much as your partners did. 

“Wait, wait I think I see something.” Mike said as he stared out between the wooden planks. “Josh?” He asked aloud. Your head snapped in his direction and you peeked between the panels. 

Josh was standing quiet a bit of ways away you felt a weight come off your shoulders–he was fine, relatively speaking. “Come on.” Mike said as he pushed past the wooden door, you wasted no time in following him. Mike stuck his arm out in front of you, trying to see what was happening with Josh before you got involved. 

“Josh? Buddy?”

“I don’t take orders from you! No! You can’t tell me what to do! Okay…okay…I trust you, I trust you.” It almost broke you seeing how far gone he was, you tried reaching past Mike to get to Josh but Sam caught your arm–she knew what you were trying to do.

“Josh!” Mike shouted as he slapped Josh. “What the fuck dude?” You shouted as you shoved Mike away from Josh. “What?” Mike asked taken aback by your sudden assault. “You don’t slap someone who’s going though a hallucination.” You scolded. “We needed to bring him out of it.” He said. 

“Yeah well there’s better ways, you should’ve let me handle it.” You said before you turned around to face Josh. “(y/n)?” He asked. “Yeah, yeah, it’s me.” You gently placed a hand on his cheek. “Josh are you okay? Are you hearing any voices other than mine?” You asked, you felt relieved when he shook his head. “No, no they’re gone.”

“Okay, okay that’s good, we’re gonna get you out of here alright?” You said, you smiled for what felt like the first time in a long time. “D-don’t hit me, please.” He said his voice trembling. 

“Don’t worry, don’t worry baby, he’s not going to hit you. I won’t let him hurt you.” You said as you gently wrapped your arms around him. You tried to control yourself, to keep yourself from holding him in a death grip. He didn’t. His arms were wrapped around you in what could only be described as a vice grip. 

“You’re okay.” He said as he focused on controlling his breathing. “We should get out of here.” Mike said as the two of you broke apart. “Josh, baby do you have the key to the cable car?” You asked. He nodded and pulled the silver key out from one of his pockets. You handed it to Sam, who quickly pocketed it. “Alright come on, let’s get out of here.” You said grabbing a hold of Josh’s hand. 

New Year’s Kiss

It’s almost five in the morning on new year’s day and I’m surely going to pass out as soon as I’m done posting this.

I’m dedicating this to the lovely Minna ( @ladydrace ) and our wonderful mom ( @eeyore9990 ) Both of you are amazing and big influences in my writing and I love you guys! Hope you enjoy!

You see the thing about surrounding yourself with couples is that you get left out a lot. It’s not like his friends forget about him, well not all the time, it’s just that you can’t do all the things that they do. Like double dates, or couples day, or valentine’s day, or in his case now, new years eve.

It’s eleven thirty and he’s all by himself at a party in the club as every TV plays the Rockin’ Eve 2017. He’d came here with Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson almost an hour ago now but soon the all disappeared to go dance with their partner until the ball dropped and the midnight kisses were to be given.

He’d been past buzzed an hour ago so he’s pretty sure he’s drunk now, as he scans the crowd for at least one of his friends. They’d just left him, to fend for himself on this monumental holiday. He doesn’t know why they invited him if they were just going to disappear, he was perfectly happy bringing in the new year with a case of beer, some reeses and a video game. It’s a hell of a lot better than spending it in a club full of couples, dancing and singing and partying with their significant others, while he’s by himself like a loner.

He scouts out the grinding bodies on the dance floor from his elevated perch on a bar stool. He spots Scott’s goofy hat and his eyes track a little farther to spot Lydia and Jackson not far away. They look happy, dancing with each other, hands on hips and shoulders as they grind to the music.

Stiles makes up his drunk mind right then and there, as he watches his friends dance, that he’s going to have a midnight kiss.

It’s eleven forty three so he has seventeen minutes to find a single hot guy to mack on at twelve. Even drunk Stiles knows not to just kiss someone who’s in a relationship.

He spots the perfect guy, the clock turns eleven fifty eight and he has to make his way through the crowd to get to the booths on the other side. The guy’s been sitting by his lonesome since Stiles laid eyes on him, and he appears to be watching two couples himself on the dance floor, probably a loner like Stiles, swindled into coming by his friends.

The guy exits the booth as Stiles approaches, not noticing him, and heading towards the bar. The clocks is eleven fifty nine and thirty seconds.

“Will you kiss me?” Stiles asks hurriedly, he doesn’t slur his words like he expected to and he manages to get the guys attention.

The guy looks him up and down while everyone around them counts down from ten and when the timer hits one everyone yells happy new year and then Stiles has lips on his.

The lips are soft and the scrap of the guys beard is a scratchy contrast but feels amazing all the same and Stiles feels like he’s drowning and taking a breath of fresh air at the same time.

When they pull back, each of them take a lungful of air before they’re back to kissing again. Stiles didn’t notice when they started moving but next thing he knows they’re sitting in the booth Derek vacated from, Stiles straddling Derek’s legs as he sits in his lap.

“Best new year’s kiss ever!” Stiles slurs out excitedly.

“Are you drunk?” The guy asks, speaking for the first time and Stiles curses under his breath at how the guys voice is so light but hoarse at the same time making it the sexiest sound Stiles has ever heard.

“Most likely,” Stiles answers, giggling a little, “Definitely.”

“Shit,” the guy says under his breath but loud enough for Stiles to hear him, “Do you have friends here?”

“Yeah, My best buddy Scott ditched me to mack on his girlfriend while my other friends did the same.” Stiles answers, pouting at the memory.

Derek’s eyes crinkle at the corner when he smiles at him and Stiles’s breath refuses to kick back in from being punched out of him at the sight.

“Do they have a ride home?” The guy asks.

“Yeah, we came in Lydia’s car since she’s the designated driver. They tried to pin it off on me again but I told them that since I was going to be solo tonight on such a couple-y night I would need to get drunk to be able to deal. They agreed after a lot of protest and puppy dog eyes,” Stiles tells him pulling out the puppy dog eyes as example.

The guy smiles that smile again that knocks the breath out of him and he counts to three to get it back going again because hot damn is that smile radiant.

“I’m going to take you home,” The guy tells him, leaving no room for argument, like Stiles would have argued otherwise.

“Okay! Your place or mine?” Stiles questions with an eyebrow wiggle.

The guy chuckles at him, as he stands and places Stiles on his feet and for a brief moment Stiles experiences the guy’s strength to be able to hold him up.

“I’m taking you to your place so you can sleep. I won’t have sex with you while you’re drunk,” The guy tells him, walking him into the mass of sweaty, grinding bodies.

“Not even a little bit?” Stiles whines.

“Not even a little bit,” The guy agrees.

They stop for The guy to yell at a blonde, a buff dude, a curly haired guy and a girl who has striking resemblance to the guy, that he’s going to take him home and to be safe before Stiles shoots a text off to Scott saying he’s getting a ride home and to have fun. He doesn’t receive an answer and he wasn’t expecting one.

When they get outside the cold air makes him shiver and The guy slips wordlessly out of his leather jacket and places it on Stiles’s shoulders.

“I’m Derek by the way,” The guy ~Derek~ says, holding out his hand.

For Stiles to know what the inside of his mouth taste like a handshake seems mundane but he shakes it anyway.

“Stiles,” He answers.

“What?” Derek questions, eyebrows creasing.

“My name. It’s Stiles,” Stiles elaborates, smiling as Derek’s brow only creases further, “My real name is hard to pronounce, it’s a nickname.”

Derek smiles at him as they reach a sleek black Camaro and Derek opens the door for him as Stiles slides into the car, marveling the upholstery.

He tells Derek his address and is promptly passing out in his seat while they drive. He doesn’t fall asleep, making sure to keep an eye out of where they are but his eyes are barely open when they pull up to his apartment building.

Derek helps him walk up the stairs of his apartment building, on a normal day he hates those stairs but now, drunk, sleepy and dazed, he curses them.

Stiles pulls his keys out of his side pocket, little Harley Quinn emblem dangling between his fingers for a second as he squints to see the right one. Eventually he gets the door open and he staggers his way into the apartment, kicking his shoes off and crashing on the bed, lights out as soon as he hits the pillow.

When he wakes in the morning a pounding hangover is his greeting. He rolls over to check the time to find a glass of water and two aspirin obscuring his view of the alarm clock. He grabs the water and the pills, time completely forgotten as he chugs the water.

There’s a note stuck to the nightstand where the cup was and he grabs it.

Call me when you’re not drunk and maybe we can pick up where we left off, ~Derek.

Last night flashes back to him and he squeals into his pillow in excitement that it wasn’t just a dream. Guys like Derek don’t exist in the real world. Or at least he didn’t think they did until now.

Derek is super hot, a gentleman, a nice guy and he has the most amazing smile Stiles has ever seen, two front teeth sticking out adorably like a bunny.

He types in Derek’s number into his phone, saving it before sending a text.

This is Stiles from the club last night. Thanks for bringing me home and the aspirin.

Derek replies in less than a minute and Stiles will admit, only to himself, that his heart skipped a beat when the message came in.

No problem. Coffee later? If you’re up for it.

Stiles squeals again into his pillow before sending back an okay.

Derek texts him with the time and place and Stiles does a victory dance before plopping back down on his bed to read the unread text he had ignored to text Derek.

Hope you made it home okay, Text me when you get up or I’m calling your dad,

It’s from Scott and Stiles replies immediately.

I’m fine. Best New Year’s Ever!

He flops back onto his pillow, plotting his outfit for his date with Derek while he squeals with delight.


I was a part of Queen's Guard in England. (Part II)

Please forgive me for splitting this account in parts- it couldn’t all fit in one post. First write-up is here.

I was hesitant to call the police after that crazy whatever-she-was left my apartment, but my girlfriend wouldn’t have it. Police were at our place in about 20 minutes. Took our statements, woman’s description, and told us to immediately call should anything else happen.
But my mind was set on something else. My commander. He told me not to talk to her. And I did. And now I’m waking up in bed with her, and how the fuck did she even get into my flat, shit man, too many thoughts.
The next day I went to my commander’s office.
“Sir,” I said very carefully – you need to understand that losing this job, no matter how shitty it was, definitely wasn’t on my to-do list - “Sir, we need to talk.”
He looked up at me from his desk and I swear to you, I swear he already knew. His face lost all the emotion. He didn’t even ask what was happening. “Sit,” he said as he leaned back in his chair.
“Sir, I…” I was having a hard time confessing to breaking the rules of the Guard.
“You spoke to her. You responded.” He said as he leaned towards me. “Didn’t you.”
“Well, I just asked her to move, that’s all.”
“No, not the Queen’s Guard command. Did you say anything else to her?” “I did.” ** If you remember, besides me yelling “MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN’S GUARD”, I did say “Ma’m, will you please…”**
“God damn it, son. God fucking damn it.”
This was the first time I heard my commander curse.
“Sir, who is this woman?”
“I’m going to file for your immediate removal from the guard,” he brushed me off as he opened his desk to look for something.
“Sir?” I asked, not believing I was about to lose my job.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find you something else to do. But your days in the Guard are over. Expect the transfer within a week.”
“Sir, but I was just…” “That is all, son, you can leave now.” He said, not even looking at me.
I was pissed. But then again, if I was going to keep the paycheck without having to stand in the street and deal with tourists/crazy fucking creatures, I was fine.
The new schedule came out and, what do you know, I was only scheduled to work one shift that week. That was really handy because I was supposed to babysit my 7 year old niece visiting from Birmingham, and I had already planned out the whole weekend with her.
Thursday came with no further incidents with the mouth-wide-open bitch. My girlfriend had finally calmed down. She left back to Amsterdam that morning and in a good mood. Life was getting back on track.
My shift that day was 6-10pm in front of St. James Palace. There are usually two of us working there, but for some reason, I was scheduled to work alone from 9-10. Here’s how the spot where I worked looks. The little wooden post is where we’d stand in case of a storm. “Ok, buddy, hang in there, almost done,” my fellow guard said at 9:02 pm, as he marched back inside.
“One more hour. One last hour of this damn job and I am free. God, it feels good…” I thought as I stood still in front of my post. Night was unusually quiet, but it was starting to rain, so I guess it was to be expected. 9:30pm. Still light rain, still boring as fuck. Almost there. 9:45pm. Rain was picking up, so I decided to spend my last few minutes in the post.
I turned around.
I shouldn’t have.
There she was.
If I were a writer, I’d use all these descriptive tools to paint a picture of how horrifying that woman looked that night. Let me tell you, this was the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a child getting killed by a land mine.
The woman was standing at the door of the post. She wore a white dress that was nearly shining in the dark. But her face, fuck man, her face. She wasn’t looking at me, which somehow made it even fucking worst. She was looking at the sky or whatever the hell was up there, and her eyes went so far up I could only see bottom of her pupils. Her mouth was so wide open, I was now nearly sure it wasn’t possible for a human to do this.
There is something surreal about standing in front of someone who doesn’t act rationally. Like, if you’re getting mugged, you know they want your money. Shit, if you’re getting shot at, you know they want to kill you. But the true mental horror is in not knowing what in the fuck she wanted from me.
9:49. Ok, 11 minutes of this and I can finally…
She took a step towards me. Then another one. At about two feet from me, she stopped.
She started leaning. That fucking lean. Her face stopped just short of mine. At first her head started shaking slowly, but started to move increasingly fast. It was a small kind of shaking, as I said before, kinda like when you get out of the shower into an air-conditioned room and start shaking. The pupils were so high up, I could barely see them. Her head was now trembling so fast I was wondering how it was possible. And that mouth, man, that mouth was so unnaturally, un-fucking-humanly open. I swear I saw corners of her lips starting to bleed because her skin wasn’t able to support the opening.
No sound.
The street was silent, probably the most silent I’ve ever seen it. And the worst part is, it was night time. I know I do this a lot, but just imagine it one more time – you’re standing motionlessly in the middle of the street, and there is this bleeding-wide-open mouth woman an inch from your face, doing whatever the fuck she’s doing, and not a soul in sight. And no sound, whatsoever.
Come the fuck on.
And then, as if she heard my thought, her pupils dropped back and looked straight at me. I nearly jumped back. She closed her mouth, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’d rather she kept it open. Her jaw started rapidly opening and closing, as if she were biting something invisible. Her teeth were hitting each other so hard, I was sure they’d break.
That was it for me, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I took a step back and screamed “JUST FUCKING STOP ALREADY!”
And she did. Teeth stopped clenching, mouth closed, and she stood back up from the leaning. She took a step towards me and, for the first time ever, smiled.
“4, 3, 2, 1, 4, 3, 2, 1, 4 ,3 ,2 ,1” she started whispering, never losing the smile.
“What is that, what the fuck is that?” I begged. I was ready to grab her, shake, her, anything, just for an answer. What the fuck did she want from me, right?
“What the fuck!” came from behind me.
My commander.
He ran up to me, disregarding the crazy bitch in front.
“Did you talk to her?”
“DID YOU FUCKING TALK TO HER?” he yelled, louder and while grabbing my uniform. He didn’t even pay attention to the woman.
“Jesus Christ… What number?” he said while finally letting me out of his fists.
“Sir?” I answered confused as you can imagine.
“What was the last number she said? What was it? Was it a zero?”
“No, I think she stopped at a 1… But why…?”
All this time, the woman just stood still and looked at us with a smile. Then, she took a step towards us. She slowly walked in between my commander and me.
“Don’t say a thing to her, not a fucking thing,” the commander said with obvious fear on his face.
The woman turned from me and towards him. She got into his face, and even from behind, I could see her mouth being wide open.
“Go, just go,” the commander said as he looked at me. He was avoiding acknowledging her. I heard her teeth clenching.
“I can’t just leave you,” I said.
“Go, and don’t come back here. I’ll take care of this.”
You know, I like to think of myself as brave, but at that moment, all I wanted to do is leave. I hope you can’t blame me for that. So I started running away.
“And never talk to her again!” the commander yelled as I got away.
Now, I know a lot this stuff sounds like bullshit, and you’re right, it really does. Sure, looking back at it now, I could’ve arrested her, hell I could’ve even killed the bitch, and so could’ve the commander. But you know what? When you find yourself in a situation as impossible and as unreal as that one, you don’t act rationally, you don’t think logically as you would in a normal situation. I went home, took a cold shower (after making sure my doors were locked) and I collapsed on the bed.
In the morning I texted my shift buddy to see if commander was ok and his “Yeah, why wouldn’t he be?” text back meant he made it. That’s all I needed to know, I was out of that life.

My niece came in town on Friday and I had her for the weekend. Running around a seven year old will make you lose your mind, let alone leave time to think about some crazy woman harassing you. Besides, I was done with that job – that morning I got transfer papers.
I spent the whole day taking the kid different places she liked. Shit was exhausting. Saturday morning I made us some breakfast as we watched cartoons for the good part of it. Then we put in a Catwoman movie and my niece dressed as her – she loved her for some reason (movie was a complete trash). I guess I wasn’t used to having to take care of the kids because I fell asleep on the couch, already exhausted.
My niece woke me up.
“Uki,” she said, that’s what she calls me, “Uki, let’s play.” She was holding my old pair of walkie-talkies. I used to love those as a kid, so I couldn’t say no to her.
“Sure, let’s see if these old things work. Go outside of the house, I want to check the range on these babies.”
Her face lit up as she ran out.
I turned the walkie-talkie on and started playing with it. Static noise was there, meaning the batteries worked, it was only a matter of finding the right frequency.
“Ashley? Ashley, do you copy, over?” I tried a few times.
I finally heard something.
“Ashley, do you copy, I repeat, do you copy, over?”
“Hero” was all I heard at a low volume.
“Ashely, you punk, you need to say over when you’re done.”
“H…” I heard again.
“This damn thing,” I thought. Too lazy to go out, I took the batteries out, blew at them, as if that ever does anything, and put them back in.
“Ok, Catwoman hero, do you copy now, over?”
I dropped the walkie-talkie.
That wasn’t Ashley’s voice. That wasn’t “Hero” I thought I heard.
I ran outside and immediately started fucking hating myself for letting the child go out on its own. Ashley stood in the yard, holding a radio, squeezing it hard. In front of her stood that same woman, bent over and all the way down to my kid’s face.
“Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero” was what woman frantically repeated in Ashley’s traumatized face.
Yeah, when some freak harasses me, I can control myself. But a child, my cousin?
I lost it. I ran towards the woman and tackled her with enough force I was sure I’d hurt her. As soon as I hit the ground, I got up and grabbed Ashley. “Are you alright?” I yelled, “Did she touch you?!” I didn’t even realize how hard I was shaking her, probably scaring her even more.
Ashely was now crying so hard, she couldn’t even answer.
“Let’s go in,” I said as I turned towards the woman. She was still lying on the ground, facing down.
As soon as we got into the house, we went to the window. The woman started standing up. She turned towards us.
“I’m calling the police,” I told terrified Ashely as I picked up my cell. “Don’t worry baby, it’s going to be alright.”
The woman took a step towards the window. Then another one. Her nose was bleeding and she was visibly hurt as she was limping, but it didn’t seem to matter to her.
I’ll admit, I was nearly frozen from the rush of adrenaline I had. We just stood there at the window, watching this freak approaching us.
“Police are on the way,” I told my niece who was still crying.
The woman walked up to the window.
She… She wasn’t looking at me anymore. She leaned towards Ashley’s face. Poor little thing grabbed my hand and was squeezing it way too hard for a 7 year old. That fucking thing, bitch, woman, whatever she was, leaned all the way to the window. Only a piece of glass was separating her from Ashley. As I was about to take my niece into another room, far from this thing, the woman opened her mouth, but immediately closed it into a smile. Then again. It was fucking impossibly strange. As she’d open her mouth, her pupils would shoot up towards the back of her head, only to immediately come back followed with a smile. She was now alternating inhumanely fast in between a smile and a gaping mouth paired with nearly pupil-less eyes.
“Let’s get out of here,” I told Ashley as I picked her up and took her to my room.
Police arrived about 15 minutes later. They started scanning the neighborhood and actually caught a woman who matched my description. I was due at the police station for identification, but first I had to drop Ashley off at the train station. Her mum wanted her back immediately after what happened, and I couldn’t blame her. I took her to the station, where I arranged for the staff to watch her until her destination.
A very pleasant conductor promised he’d watch her whole trip. He took Ashley’s hand and promised to show her all the cool parts of the train. Finally, the kid smiled.
As train was getting ready to leave, conductor put my niece on the stairs. “Say bye to your uncle,” he said, “we’re about to leave.”
“Bye Ashley, tell your mum to call me when you arrive, ok?”
She didn’t respond to me, which was understandable. The kid was probably still fucking terrified, hell, I was still terrified.
As the announcer said all boarding was complete, conductor opened the door for them to get inside the train.
Ashley didn’t move, though. She looked up at the conductor.
“Let’s go now,” he said.
Ashley opened her mouth, looking up at the man.
“We have to get in now, we’re about to start moving honey,” he said again. “Let’s go.”
As he entered the train and Ashely followed, I heard her say “10 9 8.”

Save Our Last Goodbye 6/7

Bucky x Reader
Save Our Last Goodbye - Disturbed
Word Count: 1,441
Warnings: ANGST, Swearing, Fighting, Bucky crying
A/N: To whomever is still following this, I love each and every one of you and thank you for your patience for I have been a lazy poop head for the past week.

Parts 1 l 2 l 3 l 4 l 5 l 6

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

“Hey Bucky, when did you—uh— when did you, ya know,” Steve stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

“A few hours ago,” he replied nonchalantly, watching as he continued to flip a knife in his hand carelessly.

“Uh—when—uh—were you discharged, Bucky,” Steve asked, now thoroughly confused by the situation at hand. He should have still been in the hospital as they would not have discharged him that late at night.

“I wasn’t,” Bucky shrugged, still twirling that knife. Never once looking at Steve as he did so. Just watching as the light reflected off of it as went up and down over and over.

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[where time doesn’t apply]


It’s always best not to talk to the town’s worst criminal like you do your grandmother. (insp)

Everyone was staring. I never noticed. The room always went quiet. I never noticed that either. 

Perhaps I’d been working too hard; the loud buzz of public chatter, the coffee machines whirring and the harsh snap of my landlord’s tongue whenever my steps were too slow. It all had turned into white noise. A distant ring I’d learned to phase out for the perseverance of my sanity. My days working as a barista were a blur. Could you blame me? It was low pay, I had to live as a neighbor to the worst boss in the world, and I knew virtually no one in town, despite having moved in months ago.

I just didn’t have time to notice all the tiny details.

Faces came and went in a haze, so did my plastered smiles. Even with myself looking like an utter mess, a flash of a smile was enough to get decent tips, thankfully. That’s what I forced myself to focus on—money. I wanted to be a writer, and in order to do that, I needed to open myself up to the world. Travel. Meet new people, experience new things. It was just a rough start so far.

I hadn’t planned on this step of my life being of any importance.

Men hit on me nearly every day. It wasn’t something new, or anything I had paid any mind too. In fact, they tipped me better than anyone else, so I couldn’t complain. I was nice to everyone, that’s just how I was. But, until today, I realized that maybe that wasn’t something I should be doing so casually.

He came in every week. Somehow I always got his table. He was never alone, two men stationed on the opposite side of his booth like how the President was flanked by secret service. They were never as friendly as him.

I spoke to him as I did with anyone else. Ringing out laughs, shining a smile, complimenting his shoes. Admittedly, his face was just another blur. Another good looking man I didn’t have time for. 

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