this is how people who know each other backwards and forwards act around each other

Disposable pt11

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

When you returned to the house, both you and Yoongi were in good moods. You never would have thought you and Yoongi would (or could) be anything more than unfriendly acquaintances, but you were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you could be friends of sorts.

All of the previous day’s tension and anger had disappeared, and it was a struggle to keep reminding yourself that none of this was real. Just because you and Yoongi had spent the day together without murdering each other didn’t mean that his arm around your waist, or the brief but oh so perfect kisses meant anything. Three days with him and you were already forgetting all the pain he had caused you.

“You two look like you had fun.” Jimin said when you walked in.

“We did.” Yoongi said, flashing you a small smile.

“We’re eating dinner on the patio, and just so you guys know, Seokjin’s about to lose it. Namjoon has already dropped three plates and he and Hoseok have been banished upstairs.” Taehyung hopped into the entry way, wobbled, then leaned on Jimin.

“Wait, why Hoseok too?” You asked.

“He thought it’d be funny to trip Namjoon.” Jimin explained. “You’re supposed to be icing your ankle, dummy.” He scolded Taehyung, who shrugged.

“I’m going to go help Soekjin.” Yoongi said quietly to you as Taehyung complained that Jimin was not his mother and could not tell him what to do.

After some coaxing, you and Jimin finally convinced Taehyung to at least sit down in the sun room instead of hopping around everywhere, and once he was settled you left to find Yoongi.

You expected to find him either in the kitchen or on the patio, but you ran into him in the living room frowning at his phone.

“Who’re you texting?” You asked, leaning over his shoulder and trying to see. You weren’t naturally a nosy person, preferring to give people their space, but you didn’t think Yoongi would mind–he didn’t seem particularly secretive (if you excluded lying to Namjoon about dating you, that is. But that was your idea, so it didn’t count).

“No one.” Before you could get a good look at his phone, he was clicking the screen off and spinning to face you. “I mean, someone. But no one important.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. If he had given you even a slightly better answer you wouldn’t have pressed the matter, but he was acting exceptionally strange. “Who then?” You asked, taking a step closer. While you still didn’t know Yoongi all that well, you felt that over the course of the day the two of you had gotten significantly closer and you didn’t mind getting a in his personal space a bit. Not to mention, physical contact between the two of you wasn’t exactly a new concept.

“What does it matter?” Yoongi asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” You said quickly. Were you? You didn’t think so, just curious and getting more so by the second.

“So why do you want to know so bad?” He asked.

“Why don’t you want me to know?” You countered, and Yoongi smirked.

“Because you want to know, and this is fun.”

You debated for only a moment before reaching forward, trying to take his phone from his hand. Yoongi saw it coming, however, and held it high in the air.

“Give it here!” You demanded, reaching up on your tiptoes. If Yoongi would stop moving you’d be able to reach it, but he was apparently determined.

“Rude.” Yoongi said, not looking even slightly annoyed. If anything, he looked rather like he was enjoying himself. You jumped in one final attempt to reach the phone, at the same time Yoongi stepped backwards into the couch. If he hadn’t lost his balance, you bumping into him probably wouldn’t have been an issue, but as it was, both of you toppled over onto the couch (luckily it wasn’t the wood floor). You landed nose-to-nose with him, eyes wide, reminding you much of the previous night (except neither of you was mad at the other).

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (14)

Part 14 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,566 (Sorry🙊)

“This isn’t your room!” He screamed repeatedly smashing his fist into the wall beside your head. “It doesn’t belong to you! It doesn’t belong to you…it belongs to him.” Minseok’s fist slowly became still, he slid down into a slump on the floor. You still had your hands over your neck, guarding it so you wouldn’t fall victim to being strangled again and your eyes were tightly shut. When you realised you could no longer feel Minseok’s hot breath against your ear, you began to open your eyes slowly. You heard a quite sobbing; confused you looked down at your feet to see Minseok crouched into a ball, tears streaming down his face. Your mouth fell open in shock and your eyes widened. Minseok, the fiery, dangerous and resentful man that you had grown to be petrified of was crying on the floor. He looked small, like a helpless lost little boy, rocking himself backwards and forwards. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears you weren’t sure which one of Minseok’s extreme behaviours frightened you more. The violence or the crying.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, slowly shifting to the side, further away from Minseok.

“Sehun told me first. And I didn’t want to believe it; I didn’t want to believe you were in this room. But he was telling the truth. Why are you in here Y/N?” You stood there silently for a while, processing the fact that for once Minseok had addressed you by your name and not by profanities. It felt weird hearing your name roll off of his tongue, and it made you shiver somewhat, you felt like a child who had been naughty and was being scolded by their parents.  

“Why are you in here?!” He shouted after you still hadn’t answered him, he looked up at you through wet lashes, his body shaking violently.

“I –I needed some space, Baekhyun brought me here.” You stepped back further away from him, scared that he would leap up and attack you at any moment.

“Baekhyun?…” He breathed through controlled sobs, shaking his head. “Why would Baekhyun bring you here?” He punched the ground with his fist “I told them we should’ve killed you to begin with, you cause so much trouble. I feel like it’s your mission to piss me off.” He rose from the ground, wiping the tears from his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand.

“Y/N I –” You looked up to the door, Minseok spinning around to look at the owner of the voice. Jongin stopped at the entrance of the room looking between the two of you. “What’s going on in here?” He frowned stepping inside and walking up to you. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

Minseok scoffed smiling disappointedly at Jongin. “Wow, since when did you care whether or not people got hurt in this place, isn’t that what we do for a living. How desperate are you to get into her pants Jongin? You know if you hold a gun to her head she’ll spread her legs for you willingly there’s no need to take the long route.” He walked over to the shelf and picked up the picture that you saw the other day. The one of him standing next to a man. “I didn’t hurt her Jongin, she hurt me by being in this room. The fact that Baekhyun allowed her in here and the fact that you knew she was in here but didn’t attempt to get her out. You guys make me sick.” He looked down at the photo in his hand, stroking it with is thumb. “Him and Sehun. The only two that showed me any respect in this damn place, this room is worth more than for scum to be standing in it.” He shot you a dirty glance.

“Stop playing the victim Minseok we all went through it, we all miss him.” Jongin said, dragging you behind him and shielding you from Minseok’s wildly erratic and unpredictable behaviour.

“Playing the victim?!” He laughed in disbelief. “I’m not playing the victim Jongin. I am the fucking victim! All my life I’ve been the bloody victim. I lost my best friend that night! My brother! How dare you tell me I’m playing the victim? He never meant as much to you guys as he did to me and Sehun!”

“That’s not true, we all grieved in our own ways, we’re still grieving until this day. Do you think this has been any easier on us than it has been for you? For Sehun? Because then you’re mistaken Minseok! It’s been hard for everyone, but we’ve had to move on. We had no other choice.”

“Well I don’t want to move on Jongin! I don’t want to ever forget the friendship I had with him!”

Jongin sighed, stepping towards Minseok and lowering his voice so that it was just about audible. “Minseok, Luhan is gone and so are the other two. You have to accept it and move on. You can’t keep letting your emotions get the better of you and you can’t take this out on Y/N. I know it’s hard it has been for all of us, but you need to let it go.”

So that was the other man’s name, admittedly he didn’t look like a Luhan. You assumed he was the one who died, the one that Baekhyun had been telling you about. You looked over at the picture in Minseok’s hand, he must’ve been an amazing man to have the ability to make Minseok smile like that, a smile full of genuine happiness, something that you had never witnessed from Minseok. The only thing you had seen were evil smirks and bitter smiles, one’s that made you uncomfortable and made your blood run cold.
Minseok laughed condescendingly, placing the picture slowly and carefully back on its shelf and turned to face Jongin.
“Oh really Jongin? Because last I heard from Yixing you were the one that killed him. You never really did like Luhan did you?”

“Are you being serious right now Minseok?! I don’t know what Yixing has in for me, but we all know Luhan died on that battlefield. Why would I take out one of my own brothers! He meant more to me than you’ll know.”

“Oh really?” Minseok scoffed, walking forward and banging his forehead against Jongin’s. They were staring into each other’s eyes, the pair of them breathing heavily filled with adrenaline and anger.

“Stop this! Please!” You stood in between the two of them, pushing them apart from each other, you were too tired for more conflict, and there was only so much you could take. “Everyone is a victim because everyone in this house has lost someone in one way or the other, that’s why you’re all here and…” You trailed off, remembering that Yixing had told you all of this in confidence and you probably shouldn’t have let all of that slip. The both of them looked at you confused, as to how you knew so much.

“Of course.” Jongin smiled in disbelief throwing his hands upwards. “Of course, Little Miss Princess Yixing told you everything, didn’t he?” You looked down at your feet and shuffled about uncomfortably in your spot, it would be stupid to deny it as Jongin knew for a fact that it was Yixing who told you. You cleared your throat and began to speak.

“That’s not the point. The point is I’m sure you’ve all felt heartbreak at some point. Maybe that’s why you are the way you are…” You looked at Minseok and flicked your eyes back down to your feet again, shuffling backwards closer to Jongin. Minseok was a ticking time bomb and you really didn’t want to push more than you already had done since you arrived here.

“Don’t analyse us and act like you know us, you’ve been here for two minutes yet you’re acting like our mother’s. You’ll never be my mother.” Minseok sneered at you taking a step closer in yours and Jongin’s direction.
You decided to play your wildcard, you were aware this could either go really well or terribly wrong as it was a very touchy subject but you decided to go ahead with it anyway.

“I know I’m not your mother Minseok. I’m not trying to be. But think about it, would your mum be happy about the way you treat everyone, the way you handle things. The way you treat me? I’m sure she’d be disappointed. You’re so angry all of the time and no mother wants that for their son.”
It was silent at this point, all you could hear was the heavy breathing of the three of you in the room. Then Minseok’s expression turned dark, it was as though a switch had been flicked, his eyes growing sinister and his body trembling. Before you had time to register what was going on, Minseok charged his body forward. You were flying back with him on top of you, shaking you violently, you felt like you were about to break. He was pulling your hair, ripping your clothes. It was as though he’d turned into a beast, an animal, like you’d never seen before. He was growling above you a shower of his saliva spraying over your face. You clawed at his face in attempt to get him off of you, managing to scratch under his eye, but it was though he was immune to the pain, he couldn’t feel a thing.

“Minseok Stop it!” Jongin shouted, running up behind him and dragging his body off of yours. You panted for breath where you lay. Jongin had pinned Minseok down to the ground, restraining him. Minseok’s chest was heaving up and down violently.

“Don’t you ever! Speak about my mother again! EVER!” Minseok screamed, spitting in your direction. “What gives you the right! You bastard! My parents lost their lives at the hands of Red 8 years ago! I have no family left, I’ve made it through on my own for almost a decade, what gives you the fucking right to think your advice is in anyway valid to me, how dare you!” Minseok screamed, trying to free himself from Jongin’s grip but failing. “I’ve been in this fucking house for 8 damn years! Yet no one respects me! I’m the oldest here, yet nobody does what I say. Including a fucking nobody like you, you don’t even listen to me. I’ve lost everything I’ve ever had, all I want is some fucking respect I deserve that much!” It was at that point that Minseok broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into Jongin’s chest, he looked so defeated and so tired, and it made you begin to cry too. You had never imagined that you would see the scariest man in the house in this state. “I just want someone to hear me out Jongin, why is that so hard?” he weeped into Jongin’s chest, his body shaking violently. You realised the way Minseok was acting was due to all the pent up anger kept inside.

“What the fuck is going on in here? What’s all this noise? Minseok…?” You looked up to see four familiar faces standing at the door; Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Yixing and Sehun. Yixing and Chanyeol rushing over to you, whilst Kyungsoo and Sehun rushed over to Jongin and Minseok. You felt a warm pair of hands cradling your face, looking up you realised that they belonged to Yixing.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” He looked down at you through worried eyes.

“No. No. I’m the one who hurt him.” You burst out crying unable to contain yourself. Yixing wrapped his arms around you rubbing your back. You looked up at Chanyeol who was frowning at the pair of you and left the room. You decided to think nothing of it and closed your eyes leaning your head into Yixing’s chest, allowing him to rock you back and forth. You and Minseok were both blubbering messes and all that the both of you needed right now was comfort.


3 Weeks had passed and your mood had improved massively, you were beginning to spend a lot of time with Baekhyun, Yixing and Jongin. Junmyeon would speak to you freely now and Kyungsoo didn’t particularly mind if you spoke to him first just as long as it was something relevant. By this time Jongin, Chanyeol and Yixing were healed and back out on missions, Jongdae was still recovering but he more or less did inside work with Baekhyun, Sehun and Chanyeol. Sometimes Baekhyun would request you come and help them out too by watching over CCTV footage, or piecing together bits of information which may have been overlooked and fixing any loopholes. Jongdae decided he’d keep quiet for now about what you had done to him in the Op room only because you helped out the night of the hotel incident, however he made it very clear that if you slipped up from here on out, he’d tell the others and have you killed. Minseok kept his distance from you and Sehun didn’t like you since you had upset Minseok and returned to Luhan’s room, but for the most part you had the rest of the boys on your side and so you were contempt. You had fallen into a routine now and knew mostly what they boys liked and disliked and things they did. Every afternoon Baekhyun would run around the whole house three times, he claimed he was still a ‘growing boy’ and needed his exercise. Kyungsoo would complete a crossword puzzle everyday. And every midnight Jongin would take a walk outside of the house. You first caught him fully clothed one night slipping out of his room, when you were on the way to the toilet.
“Where are you going?” you asked him.

“Oh. Just for a walk around the block, It kind of helps me unwind. I don’t tell the others about it though, I feel like it makes me come across less masculine not being able to tackle my problems head on like the others. Luhan was the only one who knew but he…you know.” You nodded your head and let him go, making sure you kept it a secret from the others, it wasn’t your place to tell them and embarrass him.

The guys had just successfully come back from a mission earlier that night, so you and Baekhyun decided to cook a big dinner and have a ‘family night’ in to celebrate how ‘well’ the last few weeks had gone for them. Successfully keeping dangerous men and dangerous substances at bay. You all sat down in the living room watching a comedy. Sehun had suggested a horror but you protested arguing that something light hearted would be the best.

“Where’s Minseok?” You asked at the beginning of the film, handing some bowls of popcorn down the sofa that you were sat on.

“Oh he said he had a headache he went to lie down. I reckon he just wants to be alone.” Jongdae said grabbing a hand full of popcorn from Yixing’s bowl and laughing at the disappointed pout on his face. You nodded settling down, just in time for the start of the film. Everyone was laughing and it was a foreign sound to your ears, but it was good at the same time, and although you could never truly be happy here, you just had to accept the fact that you were stuck, like the boys had and get on with life as best you could.

“I’m going to top-up anyone want a refill.” You stood up half way through the film holding your bowl of popcorn in the air.

“Yeah me!” A bowl came flying at your head from your left side. You turned around to see Baekhyun sticking his tongue out at you.  Shaking your head you picked up his bowl and headed off to the kitchen. “Hurry up Y/N, the best part is coming up!”

Filling up both bowls to the absolute top, you went over to the sink to have a glass of water before going back. You heard shuffling behind you, looking over your shoulder you saw Minseok opening the fridge and taking a bottle of something out. He was fully clothed with a coat and shoes on.

“Where are you going?” You asked finishing your glass of water and placing it into the sink. It didn’t seem as though he knew you were there as he jumped almost dropping the bottle in his hand. Straightening himself up again he cleared his throat and looked at you blankly.

“None of your business.”  

“I thought you had a headache.” You said walking over to the bowls of popcorn on the counter opposite from where he was stood.

“I didn’t know it was impossible to have a headache and go outside at the same time.” He said sarcastically. “Just because you’ve seen me emotionally at my worst it doesn’t makes us friends.” He scoffed, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Wherever he was going he didn’t want to be seen, as he snuck out quietly, and slipped away into the dark night. You wondered where he was off to.

“Hey, Y/N what’s taking you so long?” It was Jongin. You felt awkward alone with him at times, after the night you kissed you didn’t really know how to feel. You didn’t know whether you liked him or not but you knew that that could never happen even if you did. You two never really spoke about it after which actually kind of just made things more awkward than they were. But you would catch him staring at you sometimes when he thought you weren’t looking, or giving you provocative looks across the table at dinner time or in the board. It made your body shiver in a good and bad way.

“Sorry I was just getting myself a drink of water. I’m coming now.” You smiled at him, just then Yixing walked through the door, giving Jongin a funny look and smiling at you.

“Do you need any help Y/N?” he asked walking towards the bowls of popcorn on the counter.

“I’ve got it, there’s no need.” Jongin quickly grabbed the bowls, walking past Yixing knocking their shoulder’s together and disappearing into the living. You shook your head at how childish the two men were still being, walking past Yixing and towards the front room, when suddenly he grabbed your wrist pulling you back.

“Hey I told you Jongin is not to be trusted Y/N. Besides, he’s only looking for a way to get inside your knickers I’m sure of it.”

“Yixing, you two need to stop this. He’s totally fine, stop all of this worrying it’s getting childish.” You tried to snake your arm out of his grip but he had a firm hold on you.

“You seem to talk to him a lot nowadays, even more than me and Baekhyun. We were here for you first Y/N.” He pouted, he looked like a school kid and it made you roll your eyes.

“You’re overreacting honestly stop.” You tried to pull your arm away from his grip again but this time he was walking into you, making you back up against the counter.

“Who do you like more Y/N. Me or Him?” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your body tingle.

“Yixing, stop…”

“Answer this correctly. Me or Jongin.” He brought his hands up to your waist and began to kiss your neck, his lips massaged slowly over the sensitive part of your skin, making your knees weak. 

“Yixing…stop this…” you breathed, but admittedly you wanted him to continue.

Pushing you against the counter a little harder to prevent you from falling, he brought his face directly in front of yours and began kissing your lips it was slow and seductive. This had a different effect on you than Jongin’s kiss. You felt more excited and you were beginning to feel light headed. You slowly lifted your arms up wrapping them around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was heated and passionate now and neither of you were showing signs of breaking away.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You heard a voice half shout. Hurriedly you ripped yourself away from the kiss, you and Yixing whipping your heads towards the door. Chanyeol was standing there with an empty bowl in his hand, you were assuming he was coming to refill it with popcorn. He was still stood in his position at the door, looking intently at the both of you. Yixing removed his hands from your waist clearing his throat.
“Chany –”

“I said what the fuck is going on?!” Chanyeol repeated this time taking a step into the kitchen and looking you up and down.

“Chanyeol, calm down, please. It was nothing.” Yixing laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“What do you mean it’s nothing? So you’re telling me I just imagined what I saw?!”
You were beginning to get hot with embarrassment at this point. This wasn’t even supposed to happen and Chanyeol definitely wasn’t supposed to see.

“Why don’t we go and enjoy the rest of the film. I’m dying to know what happens at the end.” You walked speedily out of the kitchen, leaving the two men behind.

You watched the rest of the film in silence; you didn’t even laugh at the funny parts. You were too distracted by the situation in the kitchen. Every now and then when you glanced up you’d catch Yixing looking at you and Chanyeol looking at both of you in a disgusted way. Jongin would look up at Yixing every now and then scowling at him too. Everything was such a mess. As soon as the film ended, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom even though you didn’t need it at all but you just needed to get away from all of that tension. You walked quickly down the corridor past the bathroom towards the room that was once Luhan’s, when you felt a hand grab you back by your arm.

“We need to talk. Now.” You looked up, it was Chanyeol and he looked less than impressed. Dragging you into his room he shut the door locking the both of you in there.
“What the heck was that Y/N!?” He hissed at you, pointing his index finger in the direction of the kitchen.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you Park Chanyeol.” You huffed crossing your arms over your chest, although you were slightly panicked about the whole situation and him catching you and Yixing in the act, you didn’t feel obliged to tell him anything. You didn’t owe him anything.

“No, you’re not going to do this to me Y/N, shut me out like you have been for the past month. I’m sick and tired of being ignored by you.” He grabbed both of your shoulders shaking you lightly.
You took a hold of his arms and pushed his hands away from you.

“What do you expect Chanyeol!?” You raised your voice at him, tears involuntarily rolling down your face. “You got me into this shit! My life is a fucking tragedy because of you! You know I’ve never liked clubs why did you take me to one, why did you take me to a club where you knew fucking gangsters would be lurking about, where you knew danger was around the corner. Why would you risk my life like that Chanyeol, I’m stuck here because of you! Yes, I have been avoiding you because I don’t want to speak to you, I don’t want to see your face!” Finally you had said it, it felt somewhat good getting a month of issues off of your chest. To your surprise tears began streaming down Chanyeol’s face he was looking at you through sad eyes.

“You think I don’t know that I’m a shitty person!? You think I don’t know that I’ve failed you Y/N?! I think about it every day and I fucking hate myself for it! If me dying meant you could be free, that you could be rid of this, then God knows I’d die a thousand times over and over Y/N. I’ve failed you as a friend. You hate me and I get that, you have every right to. I tried keeping you safe and away from all of this for 4 years and then I landed you right into the middle of it. I just wanted to go out with you Y/N. Have a good time, get drunk, have fun like we used to, like the good old days! Because every day I woke up I was scared it would be the last time that I got to see you, to laugh with you, to hug you! Every day I wanted to see you one last time before I died. And I couldn’t leave this earth knowing that you’d blame yourself for not seeing me one last time before I died Y/N because that’s what you would have done.” Chanyeol was right. If he had died you would’ve blamed yourself for not seeing him more often, for not seeing him one last time before he left. You tried to steady you breathing.
“I’ve known for the last couple of months now that I was the next target. Someone I knew would be the next to be killed. That’s how Red does it, he takes out our loved ones so it weakens us eventually to the point where we can’t cope anymore and he can take us all out. I couldn’t have him take you Y/N, so I created this illusion in my head that if I kept you near me at all times you’d be safe because I could protect you from whatever was coming your way, like your own personal body guard, but Christ only knows how wrong I was. I’ve let you down,and your family down. I’m a bad person. I wake up now and I don’t even know what I’m living for, a dad that’s dead, a mum that thinks I’ve disowned her and now a best friend that won’t talk to me.” He weeped sinking to the ground in a heap and it was your automatic instinct to comfort him. Although you’d been through hell because of him this past month, you could also never erase the ten years worth of great memories that you shared. Chanyeol was your best friend and you loved him dearly.

“I’m suffering Y/N. I’ve been suffering for four years, and I’ve experienced so many bad things, but you ignoring me is by far one of the worst, please stop. I can’t take it anymore. All you seem to want is Baekhyun, Yixing and Jongin. You have no place left in your heart for me and I can’t take it anymore…”

“That’s not true Chan. It will always be us against the world.” You enveloped him in a hug cradling him backwards and forwards and you wondered how many times you’d have to go through upset and tears to even feel remotely happy in this place.

The door swung open and Sehun ran into the room, with a phone in his hand staring down at you and Chanyeol. “Oh for fuck sake there you are, we’ve been looking all over.”

“We’re kind of having a moment.” You looked up at Sehun scowling at him, still rocking Chanyeol back and forth in your arms.

“I can see that I’m not blind, but I couldn’t give a shit about your ‘moment’ right now.” Sehun made quote signs with his fingers. “We have a problem. A big one.”

“Why, what is it?”

“Someone knows who we are and where we live. We’ve been found out.”

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Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

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A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us.

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Genre: Smut; fluff
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Author’s Note: This is my longest fic I got carried away again oh no I swear I don’t have a thing for demon aus at all oh no I was just so ready to please the people who wanted this (ahEm @taehxyung​ and @jvng-soheok)… please enjoy I have sinned for this…

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Too Stubborn- a Sprace soulmate au

This is my first actual newsies fic so I hope it doesn’t suck

also, shout out to @vivilevone for editing, helping me write this, and encouraging me (seriously you’re so amazing what the heck)


Though neither of them would ever admit it — because they’re both too stubborn for their own good — Race and Spot are best friends. Instead of the usual friendly persona that Crutchie had practically invented and trademarked, they chose to act out towards each other through insults, punches to the arms and shoulders, and arguments. It wasn’t uncommon for them to enter the cafeteria in the middle of an argument complete with bewildered expressions and arms waving around frantically. Usually, they were able to drop their arguments and continue on with their friendship until another one started, but sometimes they evolved too quickly.

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Mine--Imagine #25

Anonymous said: Hi! I hope you are taking request. Could write one where the reader and crush are good friends and the reader gets jealous when her crush wants to describe her the girl he likes not knowing it is actually her. Or something like the crush thinks the reader likes his best friend and gets really jealous, with a fllufy ending. I don’t know, I like the idea of one of them getting jealous lol

Anonymous said: Can you write a hatelove imagine?:) and c/ngets jealous when you are a bit too close with an other guy… 😝 i love cliche :D

Anonymous said: Hi, I literally just read all of your imagines, I love them! Could you do something where y/n has a sort of love/hate relationship with c/n and they argue all the time but she secretly likes him and one day he gets frustrated and kisses her roughly?

A/N: Combined these because they were all pretty similar. Honestly, my writing is shit. 

 O/g/n: Other guy’s name

Him. His stupid hair. His stupid smile. His stupid laugh. His stupid eyes. His stupid voice. His stupid face. His stupid body. His stupid self. Him

I hated him. 

And I had to spend my fucking free time with him now because we were both paired up to do a huge history project that was worth half our fucking grade. He was none too pleased with our teacher either and if there was one thing we agreed on it was that we didn’t work well together. 

I slammed my palm into the steering wheel of my car in my frustration, causing it to honk.  

“Woah, guess I’ll have to add anger management problems to the list of things that make you scary,” c/n said from the passenger seat of my car, raising up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Yeah, and make sure you write down the cause of it. Actually, never mind, you probably don’t even know how to write your own name,” I plastered an obviously fake smile on my face, glancing at him.

“Well, I may not be able to write it well, but at least I can contain my temper better than some people,” He said, taking off his snapback only to pass a large hand through his full, thick hair and place it back on. 

Normally, I didn’t care that boys did that but when he did it, my insides twisted with agitation. 

“Too bad you can’t contain your annoying personality,” I mumbled, squeezing the steering wheel. 

If he heard that, he didn’t mention it. 


After a painful drive to my house full of bickering and me slapping c/n’s hands away from the radio because he had terrible taste in music, we finally made it to my house. 

“Next time you need a ride, call an Uber, because I am not driving your lame ass around like a damn chauffeur, dealing with your shit every time we get together for this fucking project,” I grumbled, walking to get a snack from the kitchen. 

“My god, y/n, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” c/n asked, a hand resting over his chest in mock shock. 

He walked to the couch and slumped down into it, taking the books out from his backpack. I walked into the living room, sitting at the other end of the couch, farthest from him. 

“And I told you before already,” he continued, “This is the only time you’ll have to be picking me up and dropping me off. My parents are out of town and my siblings are off doing god knows what with the remaining cars. So, this will be the first and last time you’ll be having to do a favor for me, thank god.”

I rolled my eyes, huffing as I stuffed another chip into my mouth. Hurriedly, I grabbed the books and supplies from a side table where I had left them earlier, prepared and ready for our Saturday project session. 

“Whatever. Did you bring that book we need?” I asked, studying some of the detail on our version of the Roman coliseum.  

“Yes, mother,” He rolled his eyes, scooting down onto the floor, so he could work better on the structure we were close to finishing. 

He’d laid the book on the table in a position that was easy for both of us to read. We worked in silence, except for our bickering of the placement of certain things and if it was perfect enough. 

Arguing with him got me worked up in a way that I couldn’t explain. Getting him mad was addicting. The way his eyebrows scrunched and his face flushed, veins in his neck and forehead bulging if I managed to really get under his skin.  Not even half-way through, he’d thrown his snapback off, and his hair had been messed with so many times it stood in all different directions. If I didn’t hate him so much I’d say he looked adorable. 

But I did hate him. And he most certainly was not adorable. Or hot. Regardless of what all the girls at school whispered about him. It only angered me more when I heard them talk about how delicious he looked, sweating in his gym clothes at school, or if he was as good a kisser as everyone thought he’d be based on how his lips looked. Some part of me was satisfied he’d been paired with me and not any of those girls. Because if they tried to make a move on him it’d be have to be in school and not the safety of their homes. And instead of getting a googly-eyed girl stroking his ego, he’d ended up with me, someone who challenged him and wasn’t a part of the c/n fanclub. 

In my reverie, I’d been leaning over our structure, not noticing the close proximity my body had come into with c/n’s. My face was set in concentration while trying to glue a piece onto the structure. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t notice that the side of my body was pressed right up against the side of c/n’s. I needed another piece to attach to the piece I was already gluing on so I reached behind me to grab the bag of them off the side table. 

This was a bad move. My breasts pressed flush up against c/n’s arm. C/n turned his upper body to me, a look of surprise on his face. I squeaked and lost my balance as I was leaning forward to reach the table behind c/n and instead ended up falling against him, our chests flush against each other now. 

It all happened so fast that instead of putting us upright, c/n fell with my force. I ended up on top of him, him laying under me and our startled breaths intermingling as we stared wide eyed at each other. 

The first thing that registered was how solid and firm he was under me. I felt the muscles in his stomach contract through his thin henley as our silence went on prolonged and we studied each other’s faces. I had never noticed how long his eyelashes were or how he had a small scar just at the top of his forehead. I felt an urge to ask him how he’d gotten it. 

His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, large and warm, making my skin burn at the contact. My eyes slid shut as I felt his thumbs gliding over my skin in circles, caressing me in a way that made me want to moan. 

That’s when I snapped my eyes open. Realizing the inappropriate position I was in with a guy I absolutely loathed. Nope, nope, nope! No way was I letting his annoying ass think he could seduce me. I jolted clumsily upright, still in shock of what I’d just done, what he’d just done. Instead of swiftly getting off him though, I ended up almost falling backwards. My core was in direct contact with his and I squeaked at the feel of a large bulge, as I awkwardly climbed off him, resisting the urge to grind down into him. He let out a strangled noise that almost sounded pained as I did this and my whole body flushed with heat. 

Holy shit. My arch-nemesis just got a boner. And I caused it.


“Your hair is so soft. Here, feel mine,” o/g/n dipped his head. 

Giggling, I ran my hands through his hair. It felt very silky, but suddenly I was picturing c/n’s hair between my fingers and not o/g/n’s. God, was I ever going to recover from that weird moment c/n and I had shared? 

“It’s definitely silkier than mine. I mean, god, you must use more product than most girls I know,” I joked, laughing. 

“It’s worth it. Especially since if I can get a certain pretty girl to run her hands through it,” o/g/n winked at me. 

“Jesus, o/g/n, don’t you have something better to do than subject people to your horrible flirting techniques. Me and y/n have business to discuss,” c/n suddenly appeared next to o/g/n. 

I watched, shocked, as the two guys in front of me engaged in a weird stare down. C/n’s jaw ticked, and I noticed his hands were fisted around his backpack straps. 

“Business huh?” 

“Yes, we have a project we’re doing and I need to ask her a question,” c/n spat back. 

“Wow, it’s like I can almost feel the testosterone polluting the air. Look, I’ll talk to you later, o/g/n,” I smiled at him, as the two boys turned to face me almost like they’d forgotten I was standing there. 

O/g/n left with a “see ya” and another strange, heated look to c/n, which was promptly returned to him. 

“What the hell?” I yelled at him. 

“What the hell, what, y/n,” c/n asked, crossing his arms.

“That was way out of line and you know it. I get you’re an asshole to me, but you don’t have to go and ruin my chances at meeting decent people,” I scowled. 

“Please, I did you a favor, interrupting that weird interaction you guys were having. Does the guy have a hair fetish or something?”

“Guess I’ll never find out since you’re acting like an overprotective big brother,” I threw back.

C/n make a disgusted face. “Please do not ever insinuate that I am related to you. It makes my skin crawl.”

I let out an exasperated groan. “I’ll insinuate whatever I want. Now get your ass in my car before I murder you. Big bro,” I smirked. 

“Fuck you!” C/n shouted, face stormy. 

I wish you would. Wait! What the fuck?!

I shook my head to get rid of that weird thought before proceeding to walk to my car, preparing for another even more awkward car ride. 

Turns out c/n wasn’t reliable with his promises of never having to drive him around again.  

I was about to get in when I noticed c/n just standing at the door of the passenger side, looking like he was trying to burn a hole in the window. His eyebrows were tightly knit together, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, and chest heaving as if he’d run a mile. 

“The hell’s your problem? Get in the–” 

Before I could get the whole sentence out of my mouth, c/n had marched around the front of my car, slid those large hands on either side of my face, and brought our lips together with such passion, our tongues collided after two erratic heartbeats. 

His body crashed into mine, pressing our heaving chests together, my body squeezed between c/n and my car. I let out quick gasps that I would normally be embarrassed about if I wasn’t so distracted by his hot, minty tongue swirling in my mouth. Brushing my hands through those unruly tresses of his, I pulled him even closer, producing a low, deep groan that sent a jolt of desire through me. 

C/n pulled away huffing, eyes hooded and dark, lips swollen. “We act like we hate each other, but the only thing I really hate about being around you is that I can’t do that whenever I want,” he groaned, like it was painful for him to not be pressed against my lips.  

“The only thing I hate about being around you is that I never feel like leaving you, your stupidly hot self is addictive,” I panted. 

A relieved smile graced those pink, swollen lips of his. He leaned in, hands moving just under the hem of my shirt. I shuddered as I felt his lips a hair’s length away from my neck.

“Is the notoriously rage-filled y/n telling me that she wants me?” 

I rolled my eyes even through the desire making me light-headed as his hot breath caressed the skin just below my earlobe. 

“My rage is only directed at you because you’re so unfairly, stupidly hot,” I breathed. 

C/n closed his mouth over my earlobe, then released it slowly, his teeth grazing the soft skin. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re raging.”

He rolled his hips into me, and I gasped at the feel of his erection. “Answer my question.”

I moaned as he left impatient bites on my neck. “Ye-s! Just fucking kiss me already, you fucker.”

He growled into my ear, slamming himself into me again, hands traveling higher up my back as he reclaimed my lips with a new fervor that took all coherent thoughts from my head. 

“I’m gonna kiss you like this all the time, especially in front of that fucker, o/g/n. He’s way out of your league,” He growled so low before smashing his lips into mine again, his tongue meeting mine. 

Minutes passed that felt like forever and a second at the same time. 

I had to push him off me, his hunger for me only seeming to be increased when he was as close as possible to me. 

“Let’s get that project finished off,” I smiled, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

“Not before I finish you off,” he smiled, a devilish twinkle in his eyes that sent shivers and flames through my body at the same time. 

Before going to the passenger side of the car, his finger trailed up my arm, raising goosebumps in it’s wake. Reaching the front of my shirt, his finger curled around the neckline pulling it down slightly, the pad of his fingertip gliding over my skin. His head dipped down, mouth clasping onto the skin under my collarbone. He sucked, then moved his head up, his tongue burning a trail up my neck. 

Our eyes met again, his gaze heated, and his thumb tugged gently on my bottom lip. 




PREVIOUSLY: “ And strangers definitely should not be kissing in dark alleys all alone at night. Not as long as one of those strangers was me.”

A/N: this is longer overdue and i know everybody is excited so !!!! there’s a part of this where it talks about boys not supposed to be flirting with other boys and i just want to clarify that this is because of the time period, not my personal views. other than that, enjoy this mess :)


It seemed that staying up all night was becoming a bad habit of mine. Truthfully, I had actually gotten a little bit of sleep, but with that came a nightmare that kept me up for the rest of the night. Due to this, there were very evident bags under my eyes. I knew this because Crutchie had noticed and pointed them out.

“You okay, Y/N?” He had asked. “You sleeping alright.” I was far too tired to come with a lie, so I let the truth slip from my mouth.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just had a nightmare is all. I woke up and I couldn’t go back to sleep.” As if on cue, a yawn escaped my lips. Crutchie nodded with a sympathetic look, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing comfortingly. I gave him a small smile in return.

“The next time that happens just come over to my bunk, I’m sure I could tire you out.” I spun around to face a smirking Race, receiving a wink the minute I met his eyes. Crutchie rolled his eyes beside me, muttering an ‘oh brother’ under his breath before walking away. I raised an eyebrow at Race and his smirk grew. I couldn’t help the relief that flooded through me that he was acting normally - or at least, as normal as things got with Race. Deciding to test the waters, I took a step closer to him.

“And how do you suppose you’ll do that if you can’t even get me to kiss you?” I was blatantly teasing him, and, from the look on his face, he was enjoying it. He followed my lead, taking a step forward and almost entirely closing the distance between us.

“Well, maybe I’ll just have to try again.” The lack of distance made it all too obvious that his eyes were suddenly on my lips. But he didn’t lean in. He was waiting, I realized - waiting for some sort of sign that he was allowed to be doing this, allowed to be kissing me. The thought of him standing there, silently asking for permission, sent a spark of warmth spiraling through my chest. For a split second, I considered it. But there was no way I was letting him win this. I placed a finger on his lips as if I was shushing him, pushing him backwards.

“Nice try, but I’m not in the habit of kissing strangers,” I smiled sickly sweet at him. He raised his eyebrows, placing the cigar that had been in his hand between his lips.

“And what makes you think we’re strangers?” He asked, cocky as ever. “Ain’t we been spendin’ every day together for a while now?” I rolled my eyes at that, reaching up to fix my hat.

“We don’t know anything about each other, and you know if. You didn’t even know I was a girl until a few days ago.” He simply shrugged, moving toward the line of newsies waiting to get their papes. I sighed before following him, preparing myself for another day in the heat of New York.


At this point, I was fairly sure we were doing it to see who would break first rather than to actually flirt with each other. Race and I had been teasing each other back and forth all day. He had a slight advantage that he didn’t have to whisper his comments when no one was looking, but there was also the struggle of the majority of the public believing that we were both boys, and therefore shouldn’t be flirting at all.

There was a single moment when I almost let him win, purely on accident. We had stopped in a shaded area to escape the heat and it was empty of people besides us. He had come up behind me, his mouth close to my ear, his hands coming to rest on my hips. He hesitated, but I could tell it was only because he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t swat his hands away. I didn’t.

“It’ll start gettin’ colder soon,” he whispered, his voice sending chills down my spine. “When it does, my offer still stands. You can come over to my bunk if youse gets a little too cold, and I can warm you right up.” I didn’t respond. His breath was tickling my neck, and even though I wasn’t facing him I could tell he was smirking. His hands sent electricity through me, as light as feather, careful not to tighten his grip and push any boundaries. Without meaning to, I leaned into his touch - I leaned into him. My back was against his chest and his hands moved ever so slightly, pulling me a bit closer. It felt like we were both holding our breath, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Warm me up, huh?” I whispered, somewhat breathless. “I didn’t think you’d be much of a cuddler, Race.” He laughed quietly into my hair.

“I was thinking of a more aggressive approach.” He was talking in my ear again, sending me into a trance. My eyes fluttered closed, my head falling back against his chest. He looked down at me as my eyes opened again, having composed myself.

“We’re still strangers, you know,” I grinned at him. A smile spread across his face in return.

“I ain’t never known no strangers who hold each this close,” He said. My grin quickly morphed into a smirk.

“Oh, you’re right, guess we should stop.” I gave a very obviously dramatic shrug as I stepped away from him. His hand feel from my waist, but he stayed rooted in his place. I turned so I was facing him, taking joy in his flustered appearance. “C'mon, we got papes to sell.” I turned around again and started to walk away. A heat that definitely wasn’t coming from the sun rushed to my face as I thought of the position we’d been in, and what would’ve happened in anybody had found us like that. I glanced behind me to check if Race was following me and I was met with a wink. I made a show of rolling my eyes before continuing on.


Once we sold our last paper, we made our way to our alley. We finished earlier than usual today, which was definitely because of Race. He had been a bit more aggressive in his selling today, seemingly eager to be done. I could understand if it was because of the sun beating down on us, but as far as I could tell that wasn’t the reason. Silently, I wondered (and, okay, kind of hoped) if it was because of the situation we’d found ourselves in earlier in the day.

Considering there hadn’t been a single moment since it had happened that I hadn’t thought about it, it would have been only fair if it was messing him up too. The entire thing was confusing - mindless flirting wasn’t supposed to have an affect like this. And yet I could still feel the ghost of his hands resting gently on my body, his mouth pressed against my ear.

As we took the shortcut through the alley and then walked back toward the lodge, I could feel it in the air between us. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but there was something there. With the lodge in view, I started to pick up my pace, desperate to escape the silence we had been walking in. Before I could get very far his hand was wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back to him. He turned me so I was facing him, our bodies close, but not as close as they had been earlier.

“Ya rethinking kissing a stranger yet?” He asked, a teasing grin on his face.

“Come back to me when we’re a little more acquainted, Higgins,” I laughed. He gave a small pout, but I could hear him following behind me when I started to walk again, this time with a bounce in his step.


I was awake again. I listened to the even breathing and occasional snoring coming from the boys, accompanied by the noises of the city outside. I tried to keep my breathing quiet, but I was having trouble catching my breath at all. It felt like there was smoke lingering in my lungs, causing me to heave and pant. I didn’t want to wake anyone, but at the same time I silently prayed that someone would hear me and come to help.

There were tears staining my face. I must’ve cried while I was asleep, while I had been trapped in yet another nightmare. I shivered as a sudden rush of chills raced through my body. Without thinking, I looked over in the direction of Race’s bunk. I could tell that he was fast asleep, and I almost considered waking him, but I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I wasn’t looking for a to “warm up.”

As quietly as I could, I climbed out of my bunk and out the window. The cold metal of the fire escape against my bare feet sent a shock through me, but I climbed upwards anyway. I just needed some fresh air, I decided. I needed to get above it all, things had always seemed better when I put myself high above the city streets. I realized with a start that I could hear voices coming from above me, and climbed until I reached them. They stopped talking when I reached them, but I was greeted with warm smiles.

“Ya had another nightmare?” Crutchie asked, patting a space next to him for me to sit down. I nodded in response, sitting beside him so that I was facing Jack.

“You boys spend all your nights up here?” I asked, yawning.

“We can’t when it gets cold, but I like the fresh air,” Jack replied. “Crutchie sleeps in 'is bunk a lot, but he joins me sometimes.” There was a pause, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was nice, to sit with them and just forget everything for a little while. “Ya get nightmares often?” Jack finally asked, looking concerned.

“More than usual recently, but yeah, pretty often.” I was too tired to lie, and I didn’t see the point in it. I was sure half the boys in the lodge got nightmares on a daily basis.

“Youse can come up here anytime ya get 'em,” Crutchie spoke up. “We don’t mind the company.” He smiled softly at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. Just minutes ago I hadn’t been able to breathe, but it seemed that the fresh air had cleared the smoke from my lungs. The fire escape wasn’t very comfortable, but eventually I fell asleep comforted by Jack’s and Crutchie’s presence.





The Easy Way

Cory and Mitch were two guys who never wanted to do any work. All they wanted wad instant results and the ability to show off. They would constantly start something and never come close to finishing it. If there was even the slightest delay or problem they would drop everything and say, ‘it’s only talented people who are able to do it anyway.’ No matter how many times hard work and dedication was emphasized to them, they only looked at results. And now they wanted to be bodybuilders.

That’s why they went to their friend Tyler. He’d been known for being able to invent anything. And they knew that he loved bigger guys. They’d caught him so many times in the locker room watching the football players change, they knew Tyler owed them one. Their little ‘act of kindness’ wasn’t going to be free forever. Eventually he’d have to pay up. But not until they were good and ready to receive.

“So… I was able to do it. Test results were fine but I made a few tweaks to the formula. It took some time but I think I got what you guys are looking for,” Tyler was holding two pills in his hand. “One for each of you. Just take it and it’ll increase your masculinity by like 100.”

“Are you sure this will work?” Cory still couldn’t believe that something like this was even possible. “How do you even measure masculinity?”

Mitch grabbed the pill. “Shut the fuck up dude. If Tyler says it works it probably fuckin works.”

It was Mitch’s idea to talk to Tyler. He had complete confidence in the guy. He’d already tried to get Tyler to solve his problems before. Like how he’d been trying to get a girl to like him for ages. The problem was he was a 5’4” and weighed less than them. He was also a complete and total self-absorbed asshole. But Tyler didn’t know how he could really fix that.

So Tyler lied. He said that he could make him into a bigger stronger guy. Cause girls love them, right?

Cory followed suit right after Mitch downed the pill. If it didn’t work they didn’t lose anything. He really didn’t care. Mitch would usually tell him what to do and he’d happily follow. And this was just going to be another one of those stupid adventures.

Mitch was the first to feel it start affecting his body, “oh fuck,” he moaned. His body was rapidly gaining weight. Muscles were compounding in on themselves making him bigger and wider. He started stretching his arms to the air to relieve the tension. His back and legs kept growing longer. His body finally stopped growing taller, reaching 6’1”. He groaned at how tight his shirt was wrapped around his body. His huge muscles are ripping at the seams even before he flexed. But a large amount of new energy is flowing through his body. Mitch couldn’t help but flex. “Fuck!” he shouts. “Damn!” He flexed again feeling the blood rushing through his entire body. He’d never felt this good. Felt this powerful. Felt so handsome.

His clear six pack faded away behind a small belly and hair. He doesn’t seem to notice or care. All he wants to do is feel himself up. And test the newfound strength he’d just gotten. Cory went through a similar transformation. The same muscles kept growing at such a rapid rate. His body growing wider and stronger. Somehow he’d gotten his shirt off before it was torn to shreds. Nearly the same size just not as much hair. He flipped his hat backwards almost on instinct. The two started flexing at each other. It was like they were trying to show the other up.

“YEAH!” they both screamed in unison, beating their chests. The loud thuds filled the empty locker room. Both of them felt amazing. So full of testosterone and pent up energy. They kept trying to find a way to release it.

“Fuckin yeah man! Look at you! You’re so big man! I can’t believe it!” The two kept shooting compliments to each other. Back and forth they praised the other’s body. Then Cory shouted, “I’d fuck you right now!”

“YEAH! DO IT!” Mitch shouted back. That’s when he started to realize what he’d just said. And then how much he meant it. “Wait… I’m not gay,” his eyes drifted south. Seeing the clear tent in Cory’s shorts and then feeling his own. “I’m not…” his gaze turned dark as it drifted over to Tyler.

“Side effects,” Tyler shrugged. He had an evil smile like he knew that was going to happen the entire time. Mitch started to approach Tyler in a very threatening manner. His large size made him someone not to be messed with. The little scientist backed up slowly realizing he’d just made a mistake. Cory saw this and got between them. He didn’t want anything bad to happen.

“Get out of my way,” Mitch demanded. “I’m not going to be gay.”

Cory refused to move. “C’mon man. You’re just so handsome. Why can’t you just…”

“N-n-no!” his voice shook for a second at the compliment. “I’m not g-gay.” Even saying it felt like a lie. There was no denying he felt the same about Cory. He really wanted those big strong arms wrapped around him while they… “ Fuck! No! I’m not gay!”

Cory leaned in even closer. He put his hand onto Mitch’s hairy chest. Slowly rubbing his hands on the massive pecs. Softly grabbing and letting go of the dark hair. Mitch moaned deeply, forgetting how to breath. He took a step back trying to regain control over the situation. Cory started whispering in his ear, “C’mon man. Please? Just looking at you makes my body go wild. And we both want to know what that feels like. Don’t you?”

“N-n-na-nuh,” Mitch’s back was firmly against the wall. Being this close to Cory’s masculine body was sending him over. His rational brain started giving in, while his head leaned forward. He didn’t even realize that he’d closed his eyes. The soft lips of his friend finally met his own. On instinct he knew exactly what he wanted his friend to do. To explore each and every part of his mouth. Cory braced himself on the lockers behind Mitch. Putting even more weight onto his friend.

“Fuck…” Tyler grunted. The two were finally taken out of their haze. The lone scientist had a very obvious wet spot in his shorts.

Because Two is Better Than One

Originally posted by baebsaes

Originally posted by sugutie

Featuring: Jikook, Jimin and Jungkook (BTS)
Genre: Smut - Threesome 
By: Admin S

Two posts in one day!!! (because 2 is better than 1 - sorry!) I am going to hell for this one…omo. As Requested - It’s my first threesome fic and it took me ridiculously long to actually write this lol. I couldn’t write it in a single sitting, I kept hyperventilating lol. I hope it’s enjoyable!

“Noona? You like us right?” Jimin had said softly, while Jungkook smirked at you

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you do the prompt "Alright, I love you" with Hamburr? Thanks :)

“You should just skip class and come hang out with me,” Alexander tells him through the phone, sounding immensely bored. Aaron can picture him lying flat on his stomach on the bed, pouting. “We haven’t had time to just be alone since last weekend.”

“Things are getting busy,” Aaron murmurs, stepping to the side so he doesn’t run into someone who is clearly in a rush. “You know how it gets around midterms. I’m free Friday, though.”

“I have a group project thing after dinner. And then I’ll probably just pass out.”

“Saturday, then.”

“I guess.” Alexander sighs across the line, and Aaron doesn’t want to admit how much he thinks this sucks, too. They’ve barely seen each other over the past week. “You should still skip your class.”

“Why don’t you skip yours?” Aaron asks, smiling at the thought of what Alexander’s face must look like at the suggestion. “Yours is the four to six one. We could get dinner instead.”

“I can’t skip my class! I’d fall behind! It’s midterms.”

Aaron rolls his eyes, not bothering to point out how hypocritical Alexander is being. He even finds it strangely charming. That’s how he knows he’s got it bad. 

“I have to go,” Aaron says reluctantly, getting closer to the building his class is in. “But Saturday night, okay? And we’ll see each other at lunch before that.”

“Yeah,” Alex responds, sounding just as put out as Aaron feels. “Sure, that sounds good. If you wake up early we could do breakfast, too!” His voice is suddenly hopeful, and Aaron can’t help but smile.

“Sure,” he says, pausing to pull open the building’s door and hold it open for a few people behind him. “Listen, I have to go. I’ll see you later, though.”

“Sounds good.”

Aaron lets a few more people walk in through the doors before heading in himself. “Alright, I love you.” He hangs up after that, almost dropping his phone as someone bumps into him. But it’s not until he’s halfway down the hall that he realizes what he had just said.


Aaron stops in his tracks and stares down at his phone, as if he can replay what just happened and somehow change it. He’d said I love you. He’d told Alexander that he loved him. For the first time. Over the phone.

“Shit,” Aaron says out loud, ignoring the startled glance another student throws in his direction at the exclamation. He doesn’t care. He can’t care. All he can think about is those words he’d said and how he had never meant for it to happen like that.

He needs to fix it.


The following is torture. Absolute, and total torture.

The first time Aaron sees Alexander after the phone incident, his boyfriend just stares at him, wide eyed and nervous, stumbling over his words and then avoiding all eye contact with Aaron.

And Aaron isn’t much better, trying and failing at holding a normal conversation and feeling as if he was going to explode at any moment. Things have never been this awkward between him and Alexander, never. And Aaron doesn’t know how to handle it.

He doesn’t regret the words, not at all, even now. He’d meant them. He just hadn’t meant to say them at that specific moment. But that’s not the only thing bothering him.

What’s really bothering is that Alexander hadn’t said them back.

It’s not that Aaron needs him to, he knows everyone takes their own time, but he’d thought that Alexander would say it back, that he felt the same way. And now he’s acting so weird and distant that Aaron worries he’d been reading their entire relationship wrong.

But Saturday comes, and a promise is a promise, so Aaron heads over to Alexander’s room, figuring that since he didn’t tell Aaron not to come, their date night was still on.

His nerves are skyrocketing by the time he reaches Alexander’s door, but he knocks anyway, praying that Alexander answers and this night doesn’t turn into a complete disaster like he’s fearing.

Alexander does answer, looking fidgety as he peers up at Aaron. “Hey. You came.” He sounds surprised.

“I did,” Aaron agrees, and then he clears his throat. “I mean, that’s okay, right? You still-”

“Yes!” Alexander says quickly, stepping aside so Aaron can come in. He turns to face him after closing the door, face slightly flushed. “Uh, so. What did you want to-”

“Are we okay?” Aaron asks, wanting to get this conversation out of the way before he can think about it too much. “I mean, what I said…” He trails off when Alexander’s face flushes even more, words getting stuck in his throat.

“What you said…” Alexander says, his voice gentle in a way that Aaron hasn’t ever heard before. It fills him with a little more confidence.

“Was it…okay?”

Alexander blinks at him, and then he surges forward, slapping Aaron on the arm. “Was it okay?” He asks, grabbing at the front of Aaron’s shirt and tugging on the material. “Of course it was okay, you idiot! It was more than okay!” He leans forward and kisses Aaron hard, causing Aaron to stumble backwards.

“Wait,” Aaron says, breathless, and he pushes Aaron away, ignoring the protesting whine he gets in response. “Wait. But you…you didn’t say it back!”

“You hung up on me!” Alexander cries, laughing when Aaron just stares. “You didn’t give me time. You just said it and then bam, nothing. You were gone.”

Aaron swallows, but lifts his hands to grab at Alexander’s hips, keeping him close. “But all this week, you never said it. I thought-”

“You thought wrong,” Alexander tells him, smiling. “I thought that you didn’t mean to say it.”

“What? Of course I did! I…” Aaron pauses, the words building in his throat, resting on his tongue. “I love you, Alexander.”

Alexander’s smile grows wider, and he leans in, bumping his nose against Aaron’s. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” Aaron whispers, closing the distance between them and kissing Alexander slowly, loving the way the words taste in his mouth, wondering if Alexander can taste them on his tongue.

Alexander hums against his lips, pulling back just a bit so their eyes can meet. “I love you, too,” he murmurs, and then they’re kissing again, long and deep.

There’s not much talking after that.

ohlala-bitch  asked:

Can you do 13+85 with starmora, please? 💖

13. “Sorry I’m late.” // 85. “It doesn’t bother me.”

finally my wifi is working again so I can post this one. I toyed around with the prompt and twisted it in a way you might not have expected ;))) hope you enjoy!!!!

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It’s been just about thirty years since he’s been on Earth, Peter realizes as he sits down at a table in McDonald’s, Gamora sliding down into the seat across from him. Everything is so much different now from what Peter remembers. Hell, even McDonald’s has changed, now occupying a space in practically every single block from what he’s seen while wandering around with Gamora.

She curiously pulls down on the draw strings of the huge, black sweatshirt he bought for the sole purpose of disguising her alien-ness—“I ♥ NY” is printed in big, obnoxious, white letters on the front—and the hood tightens around her face. Peter offers her what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

“So, uh, yeah,” he says. “This is Earth.”

“It’s…interesting,” she comments, crossing her arms on the table. The long sleeves of the sweatshirt hang off her arms, completely covering her hands. “The fashion is quite interesting.”

“That was the only size they had left!”

“Interesting, but not uncomfortable,” she amends.

They fall into silence then, waiting for the number of their order to be called. Though the silence is far from awkward (they’ve long since mastered the art of “comfortable silence” in the years they’ve been together), Peter knows there’s a fair amount of anxiety between them. Being back on Earth is horrifying enough for him, but the reason why has Gamora constantly looking over her shoulders at least once a minute, as if Thanos himself would just pop out of the Happy Meal toy display.

“What do you think of the Avengers so far?” he eventually asks when Gamora looks around them for the millionth time.

“I don’t doubt that they’d make good allies, but against Thanos…” she trails off with a sigh. “Except the Asgardian, perhaps. Thor? And the one with the Infinity Stone.”

“Yeah, they don’t have much experience with space stuff,” he agrees. “But I think if we all work together, we can do it.”

Their number gets called then. Peter gets up and walks over to the counter, accepting the tray containing their food. It’s only been a couple of days since they arrived on Earth, so he hasn’t had a chance to try that much food yet, but he’s certain it’s changed. Even just looking down at their food now, he’s surprised by how much more greasy it looks than he remembers from the ‘80s.

When he sits down, Gamora’s engaged in a staring contest with some man off in the corner. She glares at him until he eventually relents, turning his attention back to his copy of The New York Times. Gamora scoffs proudly, turning her attention back to Peter.

“Everything okay over here?” he asks, opening their fries and McNuggets.

“It’s fine,” she reassures him, pulling her sleeves back just enough to uncover her hands.

He sighs, opening his barbecue sauce. “Yeah, Terrans aren’t exactly used to people from space. Aliens.” He gestures vaguely to her with his hand. “They like to stare.”

“I’m used to that on any planet,” she points out, trying a fry. She bites off a small amount and chews slowly. When she swallows, she looks down at their food. “Terran food is quite unhealthy.”

“Yeah…that’s also changed since I was a kid,” he says, dipping a nugget in barbecue sauce. “Terrans are pretty weird. And kind of backwards.”

She smirks a bit, looking at him with that playful glint in her eyes while copying him in dipping one of her nuggets into his barbecue sauce. “It doesn’t bother me.”

Admittedly, Peter’s always envisioned any return trip he’d make to Earth would be alone, without Gamora and the others, not only because they’d all stick out like a sore thumb, but because of how strange and emotional of an experience it would be for him. But now, hearing Gamora’s teasing and watching her eat McDonald’s while wearing such obnoxiously Terran clothes…well.

He’s so glad he didn’t come back alone.

Later, Peter’s convinced he accidentally poisoned Gamora with the McDonald’s, because she’s been acting strange ever since.

After they returned to Avengers Tower, she’s more on edge than she has been the past couple of days with all the talk of Thanos. She’s more quiet during their discussions, after being one of the most vocal of the Guardians in all the past meetings, considering she knows Thanos personally.

Eventually she runs off with Natasha Romanoff and Pepper Potts to Lord knows where when no one’s paying attention. Peter knows he shouldn’t worry—after all, they have far bigger problems to worry about, with Thanos and the possibly pending destruction of the universe—but he can’t help but find Gamora’s behavior strange. It’s not that Peter doesn’t want her to become friends with the others, but she seemed very disinterested until now.

And then he catches her eye from across the room when she returns, finally, and she averts her eyes.

Yeah. Okay. Something is wrong.

He confronts her later that night, when everyone’s retired to their rooms to get some sleep. They have no idea when Thanos will come exactly, but they’ve estimated it to be any day now, so everyone needs to be in top shape at all times.

Gamora’s drying her hair with her towel, sitting on the edge of the bed, when Peter turns over and faces her back.

“Is everything okay?” he asks directly, because he knows her as well as she knows him, and they’ve stopped dancing around (not literally) touchy subjects between the two of them a while ago, knowing that direct communication will get the job done more quickly and more effectively. “You were acting a little weird earlier, when we were with the Avengers. Did McDonald’s make you sick?”

She sighs, turning to look at him. Her hands and towel fall into her lap. “No, I’m not sick, but I know I was acting strange.”

“There are a lot of things going on right now,” he admits. “A lot of weird things.”


He sits up then, coming closer to her. “Can we talk about it?”

She doesn’t answer at first, simply staring at him with an expression Peter’s come to learn as bad, bad, bad, something bad is about to happen, and it’s time to break the news—

“Sorry.” She presses her lips together, her eyes searching his. “I’m…late.”

He blinks.

She blinks.

He blinks again, before his face screws up in what he’s sure looks like the stupidest expression ever. “…What?”

“My cycle,” she states simply. “I’m late.”

“Your cycle, as in your…” He does the mental calculations for a few moments, then puts the whole thing together. “Oh, oh. Wait…what?

Peter,” she says, exasperated, “do you not understand how biology works? It’s because we—“

“Yes, okay, yes, I get it,” he cuts her off, still looking at her stupidly. “But you’re telling me that you—that we—you’re—“

He can’t get the word out, but she nods, her eyes almost as wide as his. “Yeah. I think so.”

Now it all makes sense, the uneasiness, the going off with Pepper Potts and Natasha Romanoff, who also have certain body parts that allow them to do certain things.

Like have babies.

Now?” he practically squeaks out, shaking his head in disbelief. “You mean, right before we’re off to the big, final battle for the universe? Really?

She nods.

“Oh. Well.” He manages a bit of breathy laughter. “Timing never has been our strong suit…”

“Peter…” she says softly, grabbing one of his hands. “Do you…want this?”

“Um…it depends,” he answers with uncertainty, “as in, do you want this? Since you’re gonna be the one who has to deal with all the stuff that comes with it for, like, nine months…wait, do Zen-Whoberi people carry babies for nine months like Terrans do?”

She laughs. “Peter, of course I want this. I never thought I could have it, and for a long time, I didn’t really want it, but now, with you…” she trails off, smiling. “I want this.”

“Okay. Good. Because I was gonna say I wanted it, too.”

They both descend into laughter at that, embracing each other happily and attacking each other with kisses.

For a few minutes, they can pretend to be blissfully ignorant.

They can be completely, unabashedly, selfishly happy.

They don’t have to think about why they’re on Terra, what they’re preparing themselves for, the risk they’re taking by proceeding forward.

That can all wait until morning.

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Imagine you are the trainer of baby triceratops and loves them more than anything, until you find out that Owen likes you....

Owen Grady x reader

Requested by: Anon

You always wanted to work with dinosaurs since you remembered, but somehow you never thought that could be possible. One day, your cousin Claire called you. “Hey (Y/N)! How are you?” Claire asked. Her voice sounded excited, something that wasn’t normal. You took a deep breath and cleared your voice.
“Hmm…hi Claire. I’m okay, why-” She cut you off before you had time to continue.
“Listen, I know we’re not close anymore, but I have something for you. I think you’re gonna like it. Well as you know I’m working with dinosaurs and we need a person to train some baby triceratops and…I thought of you!” Claire dropped the bomb and you let your body fall onto the bed. Your relationship wasn’t the best, well, there wasn’t a relationship at all. You remained silent.
“(Y/N) are you there?!” Your cousin asked worried. She probably thought you had fainted.
“Okay.” You said and looked out the window.
“Is that a yes? Omg, thank you so much!” Claire was being really nice to you and you were a little concerned about that. Not that she was never like that, but since so many years without seeing each other, you really thought that she had something up her sleeve. You said yes though, you couldn’t go back with that decision.
You talked a few minutes. She wanted to assure you that it was totally safe. You have agreed with everything she said, after all she was related to you and you kinda trusted her.
After two weeks, you were finally packing your bags. You were super anxious, but at the same time you felt happiness in your heart. It was your dream to work with that wonderful creatures and it will come true really soon.

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anonymous asked:

Thank god, another bnha scenario blog!! YESS!! I've just read the ones that you have atm and they are awesome!! Could I request a scenario where Kirishima, Denki, Iida and Deku run into Bakugo in a mall, and they see he's with a girl, And they follow him and they find out it's his girlfriend. And the next day they tease him about it in school? I hope I explained it well, I'm m not very good at explaining...Very very sorry for that

I’m gonna make this super long cause I need to apologize for the misunderstanding ;w; 

I’m still very very sorry nonnie! I hope this makes up for it! Enjoy!!

Deku was practically vibrating with excitement as he sighted three of his classmates waving at him from afar.

It had been two days ago when Kirishima and Kaminari approached him to ask whether he’s interested to join them this Saturday for an outing. The freckled boy was so giddy and excited at the prospect of hanging out with his friends outside school, he immediately gave an ‘okay’.

It was amazing how quickly he was able to assimilate ever since he entered UA – to be treated normally and not as an outcast was still a little foreign for him, and to be honest he never knew how happy such a common act could made him. It was all thanks to his kind (well, most of them) classmates in 1-A. They thought of him as an equal, and the treatment was refreshing compared to the ridiculing looks his older classmates would always threw him. 

But most of all, it’s the miracle of Kacchan who was finally starting to acknowledge him as a proper human being! In fact, his childhood friend had probably seen him as an equal now, or so he hoped, if the lessened bullying directed towards him was any indication.

If Bakugou was here right now and could hear his thoughts, he would probably be sulking with that pouty-and-enraged expression of his. Yes, that unique face of his, just similar to the blond stranger a few feet away from them–


“Is that Kacchan?” He couldn’t help but point out.

“Where?!” Kirishima followed his green haired friend’s gaze and gasped in betrayal, “I asked him to come along and he said he was going to spend the weekend at home! The nerve of him!”

Iida pushed up his glasses, feeling responsible to become the voice of reason amidst unruly teenagers, “While I do not condone lying, he must have had a reason for his actions.”

“No, no, Iida, my man– Bros does not lie to each other, ever!”

Before Iida could remove Kirishima’s arm around his shoulder or threw a retort, the blond in their group had intercepted, “It looks like he’s buying something,” Kaminari squinted his electric colored eyes and suddenly threw his companions a wide grin, “Hey, you know what? We should tail him!”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea…. If we get caught….,” The shortest of the group advised. After all, if Bakugou lied to them in the first place, it must be something he really didn’t want anyone to find out.

“Nice, Kaminari! Come on, guys! We’ll lose him at this rate!” The spiky haired redhead took the leader position upon himself and started to stalk his friend, followed by an equally mischievous looking Kaminari, his phone out and with the camera app opened.

Iida and Midoriya glanced at each other with similar meaningful look, one that screamed ‘why do these two always go looking for trouble’, before joining the other two. 

At the very least, Iida had his Engine and Midoriya his One For All Full Cowl, meaning they could each grab a friend and run away lightspeed before Bakugou could blow their heads off if he realized he was being tailed.

Meanwhile, you had been waiting quietly on the benches by the mall’s small, circular fountain. It was a sunny and overall nice Saturday, you had been enjoying your date so far, and you really hoped this peacefulness would last until your date finished. Trouble always seemed to follow your boyfriend as much as how he always seemed to look for it, with that hot head and skyscraper-high pride of his.

When you caught sight of him returning safely with two ice creams on his hands, you beamed brightly and swung your feet childishly in excitement, hand stretched forward to accept your much wanted cold snack. Your boyfriend however, didn’t budge nor acknowledged your gesture.

“What? I brought these for myself, idiot,” his voice was harsh as ever, but you could see the teasing glint in his red eyes, and you decided to play along just for a bit.

You threw him a fake look of betrayal and stood up to your full height before reaching out for one of the sweet treat again. Katsuki stepped backward, and your fingers grabbed air, missing your target. He looked pleased when you pouted, and you threw him a scolding look with your eyebrows raised.

Mean Katsuki! Bad Katsuki!” You chided, enjoying the slight irritation that passed his expression by the tone you used at him, and decided to press more, “You bad, bad boy! Now sit!”

The blond glared at you for daring to give him an order. Him, of all people. A small part of him was slightly impressed, but the most part yelled at himself to establish dominance. “I’m not your fucking dog!”

You gasped in fake dramatized shock when he took a huge bite from what was supposed to be your ice cream, “No! Bad Katsuki! That was supposed to be mine! You can’t eat it!”

“Yeah? Watch me.”

He made a move to take another chunk out of your sweet treat, and you launched forward in desperation.

But your lips met air for a millisecond and collided with your boyfriend’s own. You were eager to return the kiss, amused yet irritated because you had fallen into his trap this time. When you pulled back, you could taste the sweetness on your lips that had only left you wanting for more.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve–” The horrified gasp that left your throat had been a real one this time. Katsuki had pushed the remnants of your snack into his mouth, looking thoroughly satisfied and smug.

“That’s for shit talking to me as if I’m your tame little poodle,” he snarled, his signature wide smirk stretched across his face, “You should tread better next ti–”

In a surprisingly quick and sudden movement, you pulled his collar forward and crashed your lips to him. Caught totally off guard, he stayed rooted in his spot, unable to comprehend what had just happened as you licked the remnants of what tasted like chocolate syrup off the side of his lip. When his mind was back in the game, a feral growl muffled against your kiss, he pushed back, wanting to regain control. 

You pulled back swiftly before he could grab your head like how he always would whenever he was in such mood, a conceited grin on your lips.

The wide eyed look on his face was almost comical, and the satisfaction you felt was multiplied tenfold by the ice cream you had gotten hold of, at some point in time in the middle of the kiss when he was most unguarded.

“You should tread better next time, Kacchan!” You laughed in glee and waved the treat before plopping down on the bench and enjoyed your reward for brilliantly executed sneak attack.

“Yo, Kacchan!”

Bakugou felt irritation swooping down full force at the nickname. It increased a hundredfold when he felt the stubborn redhead with boring quirk slung an arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me, shitbag! And don’t you dare use that fucking name!”

Kirishima grinned, wide, and somehow his features seemed darkened and his smile seemed less friendly than usual. He was reminded of the aura whom the grape-head would exude whenever the creep thought of females in general. It was disturbing to say the least, but he kept his trademark glare up nonetheless.

“Oho? But you let your girlfriend calls you so, don’t you?!” His classmate said rather loudly, putting an emphasis to the word ‘girlfriend’, and the whole class fell silent. Apparently the topic of Bakugou having a girlfriend was too good to not listen to.

He felt blood rushing to his cheeks, and several explosions lit from his hand in rapid succession, “What the fuck are you blabbing about!?”

“Come on, Kacchan, out with it! Aren’t we bros?” Kaminari joined in, wearing a similar expression as Kirishima.

“We’re not, you sick fuck!!”

“Bakugou! It’s dishonorable to lie to your friends!”

“Kacchan, um, I-I think it’s better if you tell them the truth… Before the photos spread….”

And then suddenly everything clicked; the weird feeling of being watched looming over him halfway through the date last Saturday wasn’t just his imagination. He felt rage bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his palm met the desk and the poor object met exploded in contact.


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Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: Prompt 35 with Arthur pleaseeeee x

Author’s note: First Arthur one!! Sorry for the rubbishy ending :(

“Do you recognise that girl over there?” Arthur slapped John across the arm, trying to get his attention whilst pointing over to you. You were standing at the other side of the shop with your back to the men as you were flicking through some newspapers, as the waited for Tommy to collect the protection payment from the shop keeper.

“Nah but she is a looker ain’t she.” John stepped towards you confidently picking up another newspaper. You look up at the young man who just stood next to you, he peered over the paper at you before dropping it to its side. “No bloody way! (Y/N)!” You stared at the man taking a second, you didn’t know how you recognised him.”

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Kai : Our Twisted Love [Scenario]

“Looks like someone decided to make the whole world frown today.” A voice spoke up behind you just as you stood by your locker. Rolling your eyes, you looked over your shoulder to glare at the person who smirked right after he said that. There he was, ladies and gentleman, the boy you’d die to kill if there was a zombie apocalypse, this ass right here would be the first one you’d sacrifice as food to the zombies. Kim Jongin or, Kai as some would call him - even you.

No one really knows why the two of you hate each other to your guts but the two of you sure in hell do. Everyone thought that the two of you were actually close friends based on how you two knew each other well but, that was in the past because you two were actually close friends from when you were born up to the past two years of high school. You could remember that you were feeling psyched about being in the same high school as him, being able to smile at him, talk to him, walk with him to classes and such.

But little did you know, you sort of formed a huge crush on him and like everyone knows, a crush between friends could either mean a few things.

One, he’d accept your love because he’s feeling the same.

Two, he wouldn’t accept it but still try to be friends with you.

Three, he acts like a total dick about it, ignoring your confession and treats you like nothing after that.

Selection number three, was what he did to you and since he’s acting like this, you’re acting the same way he is to you. TIt for tat, no? Your parents felt like it was weird when you two didn’t hang out with each other anymore. They used to see you talking, laughing, giggling, sharing secrets with one another that no one else knows and he used to come over a lot and vice versa but now everything just dropped. Well, not everything, considering he annoys you every time of the day in school that he has a chance - which seems like it has its own permanent schedule: every morning before the first bell rings, during recess and after school while you walked back home.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” He faked fear as you turned around to slam your locker before you scoffed at him. “Are you talking about yourself? Because you, for one, are really good at making people frown - maybe even cry.”

His fake smile of fear dropped as he stared at you, well aware that people in the hallway are taking this as a show for them. Gulping he faked a laugh - you knew it was fake because he was fiddling with one side of his pockets. “Oh yeah? Example?” He cocked and eyebrow and you did the unexpected when you took a step forward to place a hand on his shoulder - some people watching even gasped as you yanked him down to make his eyes level with yours, “Me.” You breathed out on his lips before you shoved him away. “Stop pissing me off, it’s annoying.” You snapped at him before you looked over your shoulder to your best friend who smiled at you as she gladly came to you to drag you away to your next class.

Leaving the incredible Kim Jongin, dumbfounded by the hallway as people didn’t even know what you said that made him freeze like that because they couldn’t hear you.

“What was that all about again?” Your best friend nudged you by your arm when you two were seated in class. You smiled a little and waved a hand, “It’s nothing.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s nothing’?” A voice, a familiar one spoke up behind you and you rolled your eyes again, knowing who it was.

Curse the day he decided to follow the class seating and he was sitting behind you now. The class seating order was arranged by the form teacher and considering that no one actually follows the order apart from you and a few of your classmates - it doesn’t really matter. But for once, Kai decided to follow the order and sit behind you as he was placed. “Just ignore him.” You mouthed the words to your best friend no gave a nod before she faced forward.

During class, teacher was practically just writing notes on the board and it was a bit rowdy but it wasn’t out of control where the students go crazy. You were just writing your notes, when you felt a kick at the leg of your chair. You decided to just shake it off as you continued to write your next word, until he kicked your chair again, causing your letter 'i’ to turn into a letter 'j’. You hissed softly, looking over your shoulder to glare at him. “What do you want?”

“Nothing.” His smirk was plastered on his face as he looked back at you. Rolling your eyes at him, you faced forward to continue but another kick was given on the other leg of the chair. Putting your pen down, you pushed your chair backwards, causing it to screech a little (not that it bothered anyone) and it definitely hurt Kai’s foot when you hear him repeating the words “Ouch!” as he backed his foot away. Smirking, you pulled your chair back in front to continue writing until you felt your hair being released onto your shoulders.

You snap your head back at him to see that he took your hair tie, causing your hair to cover your shoulders. It’s not that you looked bad with your hair down - hell no. You looked the exact opposite and people wondered why you never let your hair down but it felt messy and hot with it down, so you prefer to tie it up and now, he had your hair tie with no intentions of giving it to you back. You growled softly and snatched his pencil to point it at him, “Give it back, Kai.”

He cocked his head sideways, finger swinging your hair tie around, “Or what?”

You sighed and threw the pencil at him, landing it at on his chest but he smirked, “Was that supposed to hurt me? Baby girl?”

Your eyes widened at the sudden nickname and a few people caught that - they were cheering softly. Your heart skipped a beat at the name - he’s never called you that before… why now? Staring into his eyes, you could see mischief coating them, it urged you to fire back at him with your best shot. “Of course not… dear.

It was his turn to widen his eyes at you with shock as he stopped circling your hair tie around his finger. His lips parted a little and the same people who cheered, were now 'ooh’ and 'aah’-ing at the two of you who were suddenly giving each other sweet, couple nicknames. He gulped and you saw that he was nervous considering he put his hand down to fiddle with your hair tie. 

“D-Did you jus-?”

“Two can play at this game,” You smirked at him and winked, "Sweetie.“

For the same reason, Kai had already felt like his insides were melting just like yours - weird, isn’t it? But you didn’t know better, which leads to why you were playing along with him and he slowly gained back his conscious that the two of you still hated each other but from the look in your eyes, he could see that the same old you, the one that he used to play around with all day, the one that he’d always look forward in seeing, the one he missed dearly… was still in you.

He whipped back a playful grin and leaned forward with his elbows on the table. 

"I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I let,” He looked around and smiled at the people staring, “Everyone know that you used to tell me you loved using my blanket whenever you came over.” Your mouth gawked and some people suppressed a laugh as they stared at you. Your best friend gave you a few nudges, telling you to not get into this but it was far too late - you had already snapped back with, “Oh yeah? Coming from the guy who wanted me to share it with him.”

As you raised two of your eyebrows in amusement, some people had already burst out laughing and you glanced at your best friend who stiffled a laugh - it was a bit funny considering how he looked at you in shock. Stammering, he gripped onto your hair tie, “What about that time you made me a valentine’s day card?”

You scoffed and glared back at him, “Someone said he loved it a lot, thank you very much.”

His fist banged the table slightly, “And that time when you said you loved me?”

Everyone didn’t even know where this was going to go, but it was getting more and more intense. Some didn’t know who to root for and some just stayed quiet, knowing this couldn’t possibly end well. Your best friend had already gripped onto your arm as she shook you vigrously - trying to make you stop and Kai’s best friend kicked his thigh, trying to make the two of you stop bickering with one another before - “Alright, I’ve had enough.” The teacher deadpanned, causing the two of you to face forward with a paled expression and everyone else had scattered back to their seats with their lips shut.

“Thanks a lot.” You mumbled softly as you swept your hair to one side and Kai couldn’t stop grinning, “You’re welcome.”

“You,” The teacher pointed at your face and over your shoulder, “Kai,”

“Detention.” He said coldly before he took a piece of paper and wrote down the two of your names and he held it up high with a small frown. “I expected better from the two of you but considering you can’t even keep your thoughts to yourselves, you might as well talk it all out in detention.”

You sighed and shook your head, reaching for your pen to continue writing but Kai couldn’t even write anything - he couldn’t wait until detention.

“What about our shopping plans later?” Your best friend pouted, pulling her best puppy face and you pinched her cheeks, “Sorry, another day? I’ll have to survive an hour with dork-brain later.”

“I heard that.” A voice spoke up behind you and you rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time today. It was after school already and you couldn’t wait to just get through with detention so you could maybe go shopping with your best friend (if there was still enough time, that is). Ignoring what he said, you simply frowned at your best friend while she gave you a pat on the shoulder, “Stay strong. You can do it! Just don’t get into another detention while you’re at this one.”

“No promises.” You smirked at her and you signalled her to get going - maybe she could go shopping on her own first.

When she was gone, you turned around to be greeted with his oh-so-famous smirk, which you used to love but now you’d rather just pour goo all over it. “Let’s walk together.” He held onto your hand and you were appalled by it that you simply stared at him holding onto your hand - this was the Kai you’ve missed. The Kai that would randomly hold onto your hand whenever he’d like and he was doing it, once again. You simply tugged your hand back and stammered (although you tried not to), “W-Who said you could touch me? Walk there on your own.”

With that, you simply made your way towards detention, with Kai following behind you as he gave smiles to the people staring at the two of you.

“Now the two of you sit in here for an hour and try not to kill each other, yeah? In an hour, I’ll unlock the door and you can leave. For now, stay here.” With that, your form teacher locked the two of you in the classroom and you sat at the left corner of the room in the front while he sat at the right corner of the room in the back. You didn’t know what was going on but why was the atmosphere so weird? Why was it feeling like it was going to get a bit better…?

Ignoring everything, you simply pulled out your notebook where you did your homework - if he isn’t going to say anything, neither should you.

After fifteen minutes of pure silence, his voice echoed the room, “Yah,” You froze and gripped onto your pencil tight, “What?” You forced out of your lips and you hear him kicking his chair back. Your heart started to beat really fast but you tried to calm down. Remember, he broke your heart two years ago! You can’t let that go!


Could you?

You simply tried to write another word but he swiped your pencil away from the back. You looked over your shoulder only to face forward when he sat down at the edge of your table from the side as he looked down on you. “We need to talk.” He said softly, in a voice that the old him would say.

Well to you, the old him is dead and gone from the moment he laughed at your confession, treating it like it was nothing. It may be two years ago, but it still flashed into your mind as if it was yesterday. The tears you shed, the amount of ice cream you ate just to make you feel better, the amount of pictures you stared at the two of you while things were still heavenly - everything. Even your mother knew about your first heartbreak but she couldn’t do anything about it. Your father nearly wanted to go over to Kai’s house to scold the heck out of him but you didn’t want your parents involved.

In fact, you didn’t want anything to do with Kai from that day on but deep down inside, that little part of you still urges you to make things alright with him. To reconcile with him and make things to the way they once were. 

That little part of your heart - he still had it.

“We have nothing to talk about.” You grumbled, taking another pencil from your pencil case and he pushed your pencil case aside - to the floor as he took threw the pencil he was holding to grip onto the other pencil you were holding onto. You glared at him and shot up from the seat, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He simply stared at you with those pair of dark orbs before he got up from the table just to make you sit back down. You blinked at him abruptedly when his hands were on your shoulders - his touch, it felt good to feel it again. Your heart skipped a beat when his face was suddenly so close as he loomed over you with his height, plus, you were sitting down with your hands gripping onto the sides of the chair, wanting to just push him away but your weak heart couldn’t do it.

“Do you… still hate me?” His voice sounded so sincere, so pure as he stared into your eyes - hypnotizing you.

You looked away, “How can I not?”

The words you said, left a pang in his heart as he couldn’t go on with what he wanted to do. Instead, he just stared at your side profile as you stared at the ground. “How can I not hate my best friend, who I had a crush on for so long and for him to just treat my heart and feelings as nothing?”

You turned your head back, to let your stare pierce into his heart, “How can I not hate you?”

His lips parted and he blinked his eyes slowly as his hand reached up to place it on your cheek - you allowed him to do that.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” He gulped audibly as his tongue darted out to lick his lips nervously - an action you’ve haven’t seen in a while. “I… I was just afraid that… if I accepted your feelings-”

“Oh no,” You breathed out, pushing his hand and him away as you got up from your chair. You walked a few steps away before you turned around to shake your head with a hand up to point at his face, “Don’t give me that bullshit. Don't even try.”

He looked so hopeless, so helpless as he pushed the chair away to stand in front of you. “But I mean it!” He raised his voice, hands clutching onto your shoulders to shake you - you were silent this time as your hand fell to your side. “I couldn’t even think about how it would be like if we got together! I felt like every time I saw you, my heart would skip a beat. Every time you call my name out, I would feel as if an angel was calling me out. I didn’t know that the guy you’ve been talking about all this while was me. I didn’t know because I didn’t want to be the guy to break your heart when…”

You blinked at him as you lowered your tone, “When what?”

He looked up to your eyes with a sigh, “When I love you more than you love me.” You clicked your tongue and raked a hand through your hair before you stared back at him in disbelief. “Then why the hell did you break my heart?”

His hands framed your delicate cheeks, bringing your forehead to lean against his as he whispered on your lips, “I made a mistake and… I’d like a chance to make it up to you. All these years of acting cold, of playing a fool around you, I know I’m a jerk, but it’s to let you see that you shouldn’t fall for a guy like me but… I guess after all these years… you never left my mind.”

You wanted to trust him so badly because this… this was the Kai you’ve been missing all along. Your hands reached up to press it on his manly chest as you felt his heartbeat - he wasn’t lying. His heart was beating so fast, you thought his heart was yours. Then again, his heart was already yours from the moment you two met. “How do I know you’re not lying?” Your voice was so soft, as if you were afraid he was going to break you again but this time on, he smiled on your lips, “I’ll promise you and… I’ll show you.

With that, his lips had already pressed on yours lovingly, taking his own time and pace to give you a kiss he’s been dying to give you ever since you told him your name, ever since you called his name out - ever since you fell in love with him, everything. Your hands moved to place it on his neck and he used a hand to make your arms go around his neck as his hands moved to place it on your waist. His lips tasted sweet, as his lips molded perfectly against yours. You mewled softly when his tongue licked on your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you knew he would do anything to get what he wanted. He pinched your waist lightly, causing you to gasp into the kiss and he smirked against your lips before he slipped his tongue in - to taste you as well as promising you even more that he would never break your heart again.

Even though you wanted more, he broke the kiss with a lengthy breath as he had his forehead, still pressed against yours.

“Is that enough to promise you?” He breathed out on your lips, urging you to open your eyes to look at him but you couldn’t. Your cheeks were flushed with a deep shade of pink and you didn’t know how to even look at him now. Was he your boyfriend? Were you guys still enemies? Were you guys even friends again? What were the two of you now? Noticing your state, he kissed your nose, “Hey… Look at me.”

You shook your head and he chuckled warmly, leaning away as he tucked strands of your hair behind your ear, “By the way, you look beautiful with your hair down…”

Your eyes fluttered open with a shocked expression and he grinned at you, “Finally.” He sighed dreamily when he saw your eyes again. Gulping, you fiddled with your fingers behind his neck, “W-What are we now… Kai?”

He simply shrugged, walking around you to stand behind you and you frowned, what does he mean?

With that, you felt your hair being lifted up, as if he was tying your hair and the moment he tied your hair up into a perfect ponytail, he wrapped his arms around you waist from behind. His warm chest pressed onto your back while his masculine arms tugged around your frame - you didn’t know what to do now. His lips were beside your ear, “Friends,” He answered softly, moving to your cheek to plant a kiss, “Best friends,”

He had a hand up to make your cheek turn so he could peck your lips. “And lovers.”

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Sunday 9th July, 2017.

This was a really fun show! The audience seemed to be full of first timers who had no idea about the plot. I love when that happens. I get what the cast say now when they talk about the energy inside the theatre. I never realised how much of an impact the audience has on my enjoyment of the show too? Well, to some extent anyway. I always enjoy the show of course :p But a responsive audience really adds to it. Although saying that, the cast are so good sometimes I honestly forget there are other people in the room…

But anyway, on with the recap!

Keep reading


Vigorously, the rain besieged the cozy, dimly lit restaurant. The fire place gently crackled and burnt in between the people conversing, and wine glasses clinking. They’d been having arguments for a while now. The family that lived high in the hills, and had many favorable gatherings. Within the community, rumors had begin to spread. And within time, those rumors only got worse, and more fierce with each word passed through strangers mouths. They sat in the back of the popular dining place, where the waiters wore tuxedos perfectly tailored, and the chiefs had resumes big enough to work for the Queen. Putting on fake smiles, and condescending glances - the family talked. They talked about how Ragnar had come back, and what kind of travesty that would lead to. You see, he’d been gone for quiet some time. His sons had grown up, and his wife had fallen out of love, and even back in love with someone else, only to have it backfire on her again. 

They weren’t the boys he had remembered all those years ago. She wasn’t the wife he had fallen out of love all those years ago. And the family he once knew loved and appreciated him, now resented every strand of hair that sat on his chin, and every breath that left his lips. They hated him, but still loved him. They resented him, but still thought him superior and intelligent. They wanted to know what was going on inside his head.
“What are we doing, mum?” The second youngest, Sigurd asked. “Obviously dad came back for more money, or to try and get more money. He’s not back because he missed us.”
“If he missed us,” The second oldest, Hvitserk started, “he would’ve come back ages ago. When we were still children.” He flicked at his napkin.
“Maybe he just didn’t want to stay in the gated community where every was breathing down his neck the whole time.” He sat in his wheelchair at the table and gave his older brothers a disgusted look. “I would have left too.”
Their mother groans. “Well, he’s home now. No changing that. What are we going to do?”
“Invite him in. Welcome him home.” Ivar stated, as if it was the most obvious option on the table. He placed his hands of the wheels of his chair, and pushed himself backwards and forwards.
“We can’t just invite him as if nothing happened, Ivar.” Hvitserk stared at him. “He needs to understand what he did wasn’t just forgotten.”
“He is right.” Sigurd adds. “Dad needs to know what he did was wrong.”
Ivar rolls his eyes. “Dad already knows what he did was wrong. Why do we have to keep bringing it up?”
The oldest cleared is throat. “Ivar, him leaving effected you the most. You used to cry because you thought he was coming to get you on weekends and take you places. But he never came. He didn’t even bother to call on our birthdays. Why shouldn’t he be reminded?”
“Because, Ubbe, I am over it.” Ivar claimed. “And the rest of you should be as well.”
“Just because you don’t care, Ivar, doesn’t mean your brothers don’t.” I reveal my thoughts for the first time that night. “They are hurting just as much as you are.”
“And who asked for your opinion?” Aslaug interjected.
“If my opinion wasn’t wanted, then why was I invited?”
“You were invited because my son wanted you here. No other reason.”
“That’s why you asked me to invite her to gatherings so you don’t have to talk to annoying neighbours by yourself.” Ivar declared.
“That is not my reason.”
“Why can’t you just admit it?”
“What does this have to do with your father coming back?” Aslaug raised her voice slightly, and put the wine glass down.
“It has to do with the way you speak to everyone you don’t like.” Ivar expressed.
“You act the same around people you don’t like.” Hvitserk disclosed. “Stop being a hypocrite.” The jabs at each other only got worse, until Ivar wheeled himself away, and out into the sheets of rain saturating every surface for miles. He stopped himself at a bus stop, and placed his head in his hands. He stayed like that for a few minutes, before looking me in the eye. His hair was dripping, and there was a puddle of water on his lap. He looked miserable. I relax onto his lap, and place my hands around the back of neck and push his drenched hair off his forehead.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dad.” He paused, placing his head in the crook of my neck. “I’m not over it.”
“I know. And that’s okay, Ivar. You don’t have to be over it. You’re allowed to be angry and hurt by him leaving you.” We sat in silence for a few more moments as the rain pelted down on the tin roof of the bus stop. “You need to cheer up.” I say, straightening my back and standing after kissing him on the forehead. “Come in the rain with me.”
He shakes his head, with a small smile on his lips. “I’m already wet enough.”
“Suit yourself.” I shrug, taking off my jacket and throwing it on his lap, as I step out from under the shelter and into the rain. The sky was tar-black, the air smelt like wet dirt, and the rain pounded down in sheets. Light, then heavy again. He tried to call for me to come back under the shelter, but the rain was too loud. I began to twirl in the rain. Letting my arms spread out, and wiggling my fingers with every drop of deluge that came from the heavens. I smiled through blurry vision to one under the shelter.
“You’re gonna get sick!” He yells.
“You need to lighten up!” I shout back over the pelting rainfall. Water splashed up my dress, and drenched my shoes as I let my head roll back and the stream feel down hard enough it could wash windows. When my hair was dripping down my back, I ran back to him.
“Do not sit on me-” He couldn’t finish before I plonked down on his lap, and squeezed my water-logged mop onto the top of his head.
“You’re welcome.”
He shakes his head and smiles. “You must be freezing. Lets get you home.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I agree, crossing my cold legs at my ankles, and leaning back so he could see where he was going as he slowly wheeled us back to the restaurant, and we waited for a taxi.
“Make up is running down your face.” He says suddenly. “And you couldn’t look more beautiful.”  I don’t say anything, just cuddle in closer to his chest. 

Guess I’m A Child!

The tension is thick between the two as they make their way into Joe’s flat, the door loud as it closes behind them.

Joe glares at the floor as he kicks his shoes off, watching as they bounce off the wall.

A scoff from behind him makes him whirl around, hands clenching into fists as he stares at Jack.


“You’re so mature.” Jack rolls his eyes, shrugging off his jacket as he moves further into the flat.

“What is that meant to mean!?” Joe calls after him, tossing his keys on the counter as he enters the kitchen.

“You’re acting like a child.” Jack replies, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. “You’ve been acting like a child all bloody night.”

“Please elaborate. How exactly have I been acting like a child?” Joe practically spits the words at the other man.

“Well,” Jack shifts, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. “You’ve barely talked to me, looked at me, or acknowledged me in any way. And the few times you actually did talk to me, you’ve been incredibly snippy about it.”

“That doesn’t make me a child.”

“It’s immature, Joe.” Jack drawls, meeting the smaller man’s stare again. “And you know it.”

“I’m not doing this. I’m going to bed.” Joe shakes his head and turns, heading for the stairs.

“Really? You’re only proving my point further!” Jack pushes himself off the counter, following behind.

“Then I guess I’m a child!” Joe throws his hands in the air.

The two remain quiet as they walk into the bedroom, and Joe starts to pull back the blankets on the bed roughly, anger sparking off of him.

“What the hell happened tonight anyways?” Jack remains in the centre of the room, watching Joe carefully. “You were fine when we left earlier.”

“Nothing happened.”

“You have quite the definition of nothing.”

“Will you just leave me alone?” Joe turns to face Jack, eyes narrowed at him. “Just fuck off!”

“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on with you!”


“Stop lying!”

“Stop flirting with every single person you see then!”

Joe’s words echo around the room, and his hands are clenched into fists again as his chest heaves. Jack stares back, eyes wide. In all the time he’s known Joe, he’s never seen the smaller man so angry and hurt.

“Is that what pissed you off?”

“Sorry that seeing my boyfriend flirt with everything with legs pissed me off.”

“Oh, so now I am your boyfriend?” Jack wants to take the words back as soon as he says them, because he knows this isn’t the time to bring up this conversation again. But it’s too late. And he can see Joe’s shoulders tense up, preparing for the fight once again.

“You want to get into that again?”

“I just want people to know that I’m with you, is that so hard to understand?!”

“What’s hard to understand is why you insist on flirting so bloody much!”

“I have to!” Jack snaps back.


“Because no one knows we’re together! They still think I’m this stupid play boy! And if I suddenly stop acting all flirty and shit, they’ll figure that something has changed!”

“And so what if they do?” Joe crosses his arms, his entire body is tense with anger.

“You’re the one who doesn’t want to tell people!”

“And you agreed to it!”

“Well I’m not any more!”

“Of course you aren’t.” Joe rolls his eyes, “And what made you change your mind so suddenly?”

“Because I love you! Okay?!”

The room falls silent, and Joe’s arms fall to his side as he stares over at Jack, surprise written across his face. Jack lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Dammit. This isn’t how I wanted to tell you.” He mumbles softly, closing his eyes for a moment. When he reopens them, Joe has stepped around the end of the bed, but there’s still space between them.

“What did you say?” Joe’s voice is quiet and disbelieving.

“I don’t want to hide who we are anymore, Joe.” Jack says instead, wanting desperately to reach out for the man in front of him. But he resists, focusing on the words that are now spilling out of him. “I don’t want to pretend to flirt with random people when I know how much it hurts you. I want to flirt with you. It’s you that I want to be dancing with at the club, you who I want to hold hands with as we walk down the street. And gods knows I want to kiss those stupidly kissable lips you have. But not just in the privacy of your flat, or in the dark of the club after making sure no one can see.” He pauses, searching Joe’s wide eyes, hoping to see some sort of reaction in them, a sign of what he’s thinking. “I don’t want to hide us from our mates. I want them to see how happy I am, how happy you make me. I want them to see that I’m not some stupid play boy, but someone who cares deeply for the person standing in front of me right now. Because fuck, I love you Joe. I do. And I want every single person to know that I do.” He finishes, his entire body tired, all the fight having flooded from his body.

“Y-you love me?” Joe stumbles over the words, and he looks almost scared.

“Yes. Couldn’t tell you why.” Jack attempts to joke, his lips lifting in the corner slightly as he shrugs, “Sorry.”

That word seems to snap Joe out of his trance, and he shakes his head, stepping forward finally, “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I’ve just ruined everything.” Jack mumbles, looking down at their hands as Joe’s fingers brush against his before they tangle together.

“You are such an idiot.” Joe laughs, his free hand moving to the back of Jack’s neck so he can tug him down, their lips crashing together. Jack snakes an arm around Joe’s waist, pulling the smaller man’s body against his. He feel’s Joe’s tongue swipe along his bottom lip, and Jack parts his mouth, and the kiss deepens, turning heated quickly.

When the two separate, panting against each other, Joe places another quick kiss on Jack’s lips, smiling up at him.

“I love you too. And I want everyone to know as well.”

“Took you long enough.” Jack smirked. “Thought I was going to have to convince someone like Jim to accidentally out us.”

“I think Jim is reserved specifically for Zalfie.” Joe chuckles, walking Jack backwards, arms still around each other.

“I’m sure Conor or Josh would be willing.” Jack said, his grip around Joe tightening as he feels his legs hit the end of the bed. A moment later the two tumble onto the soft surface, laughing softly as the bounce lightly.

“Let’s worry about that later.” Joe mumbles, kissing along Jack’s jaw and down his neck. “Because right now, there’s more important things to think about.”

“Like what?” Jack asked breathlessly, his head tilting to the side slightly.

“Like punishing you for being such an ass earlier.” Joe told him, biting down lightly on his boyfriend’s skin, smirking at the small moan it elicited.