Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 1558
Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been very sick!! Thank you everybody who has been reading this!! The amount of feedback has been incredible and amazing and I’m so thankful!! xo
Chloe gets mad and jealous when another Bella ask beca out . Beca said no because she is waiting on Chloe to ask her out .
“Beca, can you come here?” Stacie called out from her bedroom hallway, looking for the tiny brunette.
“Uh, yeah, Stace!” Beca called back from upstairs in her bedroom, quickly jogging down to see what her friend wanted.
Stacie fiddled with her nails upon waiting for the DJ, noticing the redhead shut the front door and was slowly making her way up.
“What’s up?” Beca asked once reaching Stacie.
“Would you go out with me?” Stacie asked, making sure the redhead was within earshot and glancing past the brunette to see her reaction.
Chloe froze in her spot, face turning pale as she watched the leggy brunette ask the smaller brunette out on a date.
“A date?” Beca asked to clarify.
“Yeah. The two of us. In a non-platonic sort of way,” Stacie explained with a look that feigned nervousness.
Chloe didn’t even wait for the response, instead turning away and walking down the stairs quickly, running out of the household and leaving all the other Bellas to stick their heads out of their rooms and look at where the redhead had gone.
“Uh, sorry, Stace. I just… I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Beca scratched the back of her neck, completely taken aback by the suggestion and by what Chloe had just done.
A/N: This isn’t my storyline! It’s an adaptation of @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s “Hiding no more” You all should go check out their page it’s awesome and has a ton of great fics! Ps. I’m going to write a part two soon! I have april break next week so expect a ton of new material:)
"you gotta do the thing tsukki" "shit u right ur so cool yams" *is ok the next day*
"do the thing asahi-san" "no i cannot I am not strong enough" *breaks a broom* *breaks a vase* *doesn't talk for a summer*
kagehina fight number 538:
hinata uses TACKLE. kageyama THROWS hinata across the gym. yachi is using CRY. tanaka uses CUT THAT SHIT OUT. it's been THREE WEEKS. EVERYONE is involved. tune in next time for more DRAMA.
Make me stay at work late, have fun spending your new years covered in syrup
few years ago when I was in my second year of college I worked at a
Five Guys and was scheduled to work on New Year’s Eve. Normally the
store would close at 10 but because it was a holiday, we were closing at
8 that night and I had a party to get to after work. Like a plague, a
huge line of customers forms around 7:50. We were still open for another
10 minutes so we had to take their orders but we kindly let each group
know that we were closing at 8 that night. Most people were very
understanding and some even ate and left really fast but two groups of
people (one wearing obnoxious blinking party hats) seemed to take
personal offense to us telling them we were closing at 8 and stayed as
long as possible seemingly just to spite us. We kept the doors unlocked
so every time new customers came in thinking we were still open we would
say we were closed hoping the people still sitting there would get the
idea and pack up and head out. Didn’t work.
It’s now approaching 8:45 and I’m gonna be late to this party
regardless so now my mindset shifts from getting people to leave to
getting revenge. Five Guys has those fancy, touch screen, coke machines.
The nozzles need to be taken out and cleaned and without the nozzle,
the water and syrup don’t mix well and spray out like a diarrhea storm
in every direction and the syrup just globs onto everything. One of the
tables had finished their food a while ago and, possibly in an attempt
to prolong their stay, kept refilling their drinks every few minutes. I
decide it’s time to get more of a jump on cleaning so I take the nozzles
out of both coke machines knowing what would happen, stand at the
counter and wait.
It took all of 2 minutes for some girl to get up and head to one of
the machines. When she hit the button the machine just fucking assaulted
her with coke syrup while making this loud ass hissing noise that
clearly scared the shit out of her. I look over at her and her white
shirt is soaked and covered in dark spots. I was just about to walk over
to her and explain what had happened and passive aggressively apologize
for the “accident” so she wouldn’t cause a fuss with my boss when I
noticed she was walking to the other machine. I stood back and watched
as the same fucking thing happened again. At this point, I just walked
over and said something along the lines of “Oh, sorry. These machines do
that without the nozzles and we’re closed so we’re cleaning them now.” I
think I handed her like two napkins as if they would help. She and her
friends left without an issue a few minutes later which signaled to the
other group that it was finally time to leave.
tl;dr Five Guys I worked at closed two hours early on New Years Eve,
some guests stayed almost an hour after closing. I took nozzles out of
coke machines to “clean them”, some girl tries refilling her cup at one
and then the other and gets coke syrup sprayed on her by both
Thanks for doing the fundraising drive, Sam, I hope it goes well! I was donation "random word: outstanding." I headcanon Steve as panromantic asexual and, if you're into it, I'd love to see a few words about that because no one writes ace fic. Otherwise anything upbeat, really. Thanks again!
Oooh, a challenge! Hope this is okay,
I know asexual covers a lot of different attitudes towards sex. And that you’re ok with Steve/Tony.
“So…no sex at all?”
Steve grinned at Clint, who was looking perplexed. “No, Clint. No sex at all.”
“You don’t even want to?”
“Not especially. I’m always surprised other folks do. I used to think it was a joke,” Steve said.
“But you date people,” Clint said. “You’re dating Tony Stark.”
“Indeed I am.”
“And you dated Sharon Carter for like two minutes, right?” Clint’s eyes widened. “Was it because of the – “
“No,” Steve said.
“Really? She was cool with it?”
“Shockingly,” Steve said deadpan. Clint took the hint.
“Sorry, that was rude.”
“It’s fine. Sharon and I broke up for other reasons.”
Silence fell. Steve glanced at Clint over his breakfast cereal.
“You can ask,” he said, and he almost wasn’t done speaking before Clint blurted,
“Is TONY okay with it?”
“Tony is fine with it. What you fail to realize, Binocular Brain,” Tony said, walking into the kitchen with an empty mug, “is that I am forty-five, not twenty-five, so if he did want sex I’d barely be able to keep up anyway. Besides, I have two perfectly good hands.”
“They’re very nice,” Steve added.
“Thank you, I think so.” Tony poured out a cup of coffee, added just enough milk to cool it to drinkable temperature, and slurped down half of it. “Clint, what relationship advice would you give someone who is having a compatibility issue with their partner?”
Clint considered his, stirring his cereal. “I dunno. Find ways to make it work, I suppose,” he said.
“And is that likely to easier or more difficult when it’s an emotional issue rather than a physical one?” Tony continued, leaning against Steve’s shoulder.
“Fine, you got me, physical workarounds are probably easier,” Clint grumbled, but he sounded good-natured about it.
“Run along, Mom and Dad have stuff to talk about,” Tony said. “Go google asexual, then go google panromantic. For good measure, google bisexual Tony Stark.”
“Keep safesearch on when you do!” Steve called after him, as Clint cleared out. “What do we have to talk about?”
“Mostly what you want to do today. I think we should go to the Met, look at some art, and then not have sex,” Tony said brightly. Steve leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
Anon Request: Ok so I have an idea where the reader is literally so in love with jug?? Like they’re in a relationship so jug love her back but she’s beyond, &a by this I mean like always kissing him, touching him whatever. I just wanna be so in love with my man I pick pretend dirt off him 🙄
Warnings: none wow go me
Hello! I’m sorry this took so long sweet Anon, thanks for your patience. :) I don’t see Jughead in my head as a super affectionate person but I think you’ll really like this. Enjoy! <3 - Juggie xx
It was no secret you could spend literal hours staring into the crystal blue of his eyes, feeling swept up by the ocean waves and beauty contained in them. Often times you would, for as long as you could anyway, while tangling your nimble fingers in the locks of his hair that were free from his beanie. Your fingers would then make their way to running along his jaw and travelling down his neck to his shoulders. His strong stare would captivate you but it wasn’t strong enough to keep you from looking at his lips longingly, practically melting at the thought of being kissed by him again.
Your friends said it was almost disgusting really, but that didn’t matter to you. You had fallen hard for Jughead Jones the III.
And of course he loved you too, you two had been dating for a little over a year. But to you it was a 24/7 job making sure Jug knew just how much you loved him. You couldn’t go a minute sitting next to him without staring at his features and kissing his cheek or his hands; to the outsider it seemed you were trapped in a honeymoon phase most teenagers would be out of by now. Certainly Jughead didn’t mind, but one day he finally aired his confusion.
“I really love you Juggie.” It had to have been the hundredth time you’d said it that day.
Archie groaned from the other side of the booth at Pop’s and Jug only laughed, “I know.”
“You guys are so in love it’s gross.” You stuck your tongue out at him and only cuddled farther into Jughead’s side. Archie suddenly had a look of mischief strike his face. “Are you one for bets (Y/N)?”
You were caught off guard, but never afraid of a challenge. You smirk, “Of course.”
“I bet you a milkshake you couldn’t keep your hands off him for five minutes.”
Without truly thinking of how long five minutes was you untangled yourself from Jughead’s side and shook his hand, “You are on, I like strawberry by the way.”
Archie laughed, but soon you’d realize what a mistake you had made. He’d already begun making conversation with Jughead, but you couldn’t focus. It felt so unnatural to not be playing with his hair or holding his hand. “‘Don’t you think (Y/N)?”
You snapped out of it, “Uh, what?”
You cheeks reddened as Jughead smirked at your lack of focus, “I was talking about watching a movie Friday. What were you thinking about?”
Archie answered for you, “She was just thinking about your beautiful blue eyes, JuggleBug.”
Jughead shot a glare at him making you laugh, “You better never call me that again.”
“Wow”, you remarked smugly, “what a pet name Arch. You sounded even more in love with him than I am.”
Betty slid into the booth next to him, “Ooh, are we talking about Jarchie over here?”
Betty and the boys continued to joke about the ship but you had made the mistake of looking back over at your gorgeous boyfriend. His eyes had softened by now, making you unable to restrain yourself from admiring the steadiness of his friendly gaze at his friends. Your eyes traveled down his perfect nose to his kissable, pink lips. God, why had you made that dumb bet?
It had to have been five minutes by now, maybe Archie forgot?
You slowly began to reach over to him, and immediately Archie cut in, “Nope! Not unless you want to buy me a milkshake (Y/N)!”
Your hand had already come in contact with his shoulder, so you said the first thing that came to mind. “He has lent on his jacket?”
You began to quickly pretend pick lent off Jug’s shoulder making Betty giggle and Archie proclaim in victory, “It had only been four minutes, I like vanilla by the way.”
You couldn’t care less, your hand found Jughead’s cheek and he leaned into your touch, looking into your eyes with so much love you couldn’t help but smile wide. This boy truly was all yours. “I have to know (Y/N), why do you show me so much affection?”
You looked down with a blush, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, Jughead Jones. I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I need you to know that.”
His hand went under your chin and raised your face up to look up at him. It was his turn to admire, his gaze of pure adoration trailed from your eyes to your lips. “I know I don’t show it as much, but I think I’ve fallen pretty hard for you too, (Y/N).”
You indistinctly heard Archie groan something about his victory milkshake as Jug leaned forward and kissed you, making you feel fireworks and butterflies erupt in your stomach at his touch. His hand found your jaw and yours rested on his shoulders as you kissed him like you’d never get to again.
Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.
Warnings?: Smut, DRUGS, alcohol, cursing
A/N: sorry this took me forver to put out and write, i’ve been having writers block lately. ANYWAY, I just finished this about five minutes ago and haven’t read over it too thoroughly so there might be a few mistakes. Much love and keep requesting :))))
Why do I do what I do? Merlin, I fucking hate myself. One minute I am collected, and the next i’m off the chain, what the hell is going on with me?
I don’t like him, I don’t
Yet, I crave him so much
But maybe it’s not a want
It’s a need.
I bloody need him.
I want to feel him once again, but this time I want him to remember, I want him to remember.
All night these dastardly thoughts have been racing through my head, the night me and Sirius shared resides in the darkest parts of my memories, for I shouldn’t even dare to remember at all, yet I do, I keep thinking about it, and it just makes me want it more and more.
When I awoke I had a massive headache, my eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on me. I twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over my head.
“Morning.” Lily said.
I peered over to her, she was sitting on her bed, a cup of tea nestled in between her hands, and a pair of sunglasses placed on her nose.
“Need some?” She questioned, referencing to her sunglasses. “S’quite bright in here.”
I sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, looking down at a set of lingerie lying on the floor.
“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” She said, getting excited. “I brought some of my favorite muggle alcohol and you and I finished them off.”
“Me and you finished off two bottles of…” I looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels?”
Lily got quiet all of the sudden, looking down into her mug.
“Lily…” I pressed. “Who else was with us?”
She stayed quiet, still looking longingly into her mug.
“Just James, and Remus and Peter…” She said half-heartedly.
“You’re telling me Remus drank hard liquor? Because we both know good and well he doesn’t drink hard liquor.”
“…And Sirius.” She said quietly, sounding ashamed.
“And Sirius!” I laughed sarcastically, getting angry.
“Lily,” I questioned.” “What the hell happened last night?”
the night before…
“He did what!” Lily whisper yelled at me, dragging me into the corner.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms protectively.
“How many times do I have to say it. I started freaking out, then I leant up and kissed him.”
Lily scoffed, not knowing what to say.
“What?” I yelled. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed him before!”
“Y/N…” She sighed. “This is different, you were…you were…”
“Lucid? Yeah I know.”
She eyed me up and down, flashing me a quizzical look.
“You don’t like him… do you?”
I got choked up, my air catching in my throat
“Pshh… What, me? Like Sirius? Haha, of course not!” I said, trying to play it off, but the thoughts inside my head were contradicting everything I was saying.
She raised her brow at me and shook her head as we walked into the common room, running into James and Remus.
“Oi, where are you two off to?” James asked, pulling Lily into a hug.
“Just going upstairs, a long day it’s been.” Lily replied, rummaging her head into his neck.
“What she said.” I added.
“Are you guys not going to the party tonight?” Remus asks, smiling at me.
“Party?” I asked. “What party?”
“Just a house party for Gryffindor’s, maybe a few Hufflepuff’s.” Remus added.
I scoffed, biting my lip instinctively.
“No Slytherins?” I asked.
“Merlin no, definitely not. Sirius made it very clear he didn’t want them here.”
James coughed and nudged Remus’ side, I guess that was something he wasn’t supposed to say. Me and Lily looked at each other suspiciously and waltzed up the stairs to our room.
“What are you wearing?” Lily yelled to me from the bathroom.
I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear in my wardrobe despite the countless dresses and denim I had all lined up.
“Not sure yet.” I added.
She walked out of the bathroom, sliding in an earring, her hair freshly curled and bouncing along with each step.
“Let me look.” She said, pushing me out of the way and searching my wardrobe.
Then it caught her eye, the light pink, holographic dress. It was tight up top and flared out at the bottom, quite skimpy. If I bent over too far everyone would have quite the view of my arse.
“This,” She said. “This is what you’re going to wear.”
“That?” I yelled, a bit curious.
“Yes that! You’ll be the talk of the school, why haven’t you worn it yet?” She asked.
“Well it was more of a collective purchase, I wasn’t planning on wearing it.”
“Well you will tonight, and I bet you’ll get more than just a few cheeky glances.” She said, winking.
I rolled my eyes, but gave into her pressure, slipping up the small dress wearing nothing but dark red underwear beneath.
“We look good.” She said, I agreed, nodding along with her.
“Great, even.” I added.
My hair, once again, sat high atop my head, my makeup still natural, but with a hint of flare.
The party music was booming, we heard the rumble from atop the stairs. Some couples were getting a head start already, pushing each other up against their bedroom doors, making out vigorously.
“Bet ten galleons you’ll fuck Sirius tonight.”
“I won’t so, you’re on.”
“You will.” Was all she said and we began to strut towards the compacted crowd.
The moment I stepped foot on the floor seemed all the attention in the room was on me. Guys were ogling over me, girls were slapping their men on the arms so they’d pay attention to them, yet I could careless. I had one person on my mind, I had one person I wanted to impress.
I saw him with James and Remus and a few other guys from our house horsing around with one another. They all had drinks in their hands and seemed a little buzzed. I looked down quickly, checking my dress to make sure I looked alright, that there were no wrinkles. Why did I care so much? Maybe Lily was right, maybe I did like him, maybe I just couldn’t accept it.
When I looked back up he was already staring at me, his mouth watering. His eyes met mine, intensely. He stared into them for a good five seconds before they started travelling down, lower and lower. The guys around him began to notice.
“Sirius?” Remus shouted to him. “Are you alrigh-”
And that’s when the others caught on, when they all got sight of me. Something about this dress was illuminating, it made me stand out against everyone in the crowd. Sirius finally took a sip of his drink, still staring at me. He chugged it all down, placing it on a table next to him, and waltzing over to me.
“Fancy seeing you here t’night, you look ravishing.” He said wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him, whispering the last part of the sentence into my ear.
“Thank you.” I gulped, barely being able to speak, my stomach erupting with butterflies.
“Well,” James said, Sirius still gazing into my eyes. “Let’s get this party started.”
One shot, lime, two shots, lime, three shots, lime. Apparently I liked tequila.
My vision began to lighten as the liquor in my stomach began to churn, cooking up a spell. Sirius stood behind me, his hand around my front, he held a lime in his mouth and each time I downed another i’d turn around and suck the juice out of it, making sure to look him right in the eyes.
“Sirius, Y/N!” Lily slurred, her pupils insanely dilated.
“Evans!” I yelled. “What the hell are you on!”
“Molly… or maybe it was acid, either way come upstairs with us!” She yelled back, undeniably fucked up.
“Upstairs? The party is down here!” I shouted back, making sure she heard me over the music.
“Yeah but upstairs I have two bottles of Jack Daniels with our names on it.” She said with a sly smile, biting down on her tongue with her teeth.
I looked up at Sirius who was already looking down at me. We both nodded to each other and followed Lily, James, Remus, Peter and two other guys up the stairs to our dorm room.
“Whiskey for everyone!” Lily yelled, us all stumbling into the room after her, everyone giggling back and forth to one another over our drunken states.
She pulled out eight shot glasses and placed them all upside down on the floor, Remus rolled a blunt and placed it down next to them, while Peter peppered a few psychedelics here and there.
“Let’s play a game!” She squealed, pulling us all down to the floor, Sirius pulling me into his lap, he didn’t like the hungry looks every guy was giving me.
“Truth or dare,” James said. “The game for the brave and the… weak.”
He proceeded then to go over the rules of the game, saying that if you refused a truth or a dare you had one of three options; take a shot, hit the blunt, or take a psychedelic, and if you had already chose one, the next time you’d have to pick another.
We were an hour into the game, but still barely made a dent into it. Remus and Peter were stoned out of their minds, Lily and I well, let’s just say we drank a little more than anticipated, and everyone had officially taken at least one psychedelic.
“Lily, Y/N,” One of the other guys with us murmured. “Truth or dare?”
“Both of us?” I asked, slurring my words.
“Both of you.”
“Isn’t that like, against the rules?”
“Nope,” He said, popping the P. “So what’ll it be?”
I was about to speak before Lily answered for me.
“Dare.” Lily said suddenly, a devilish gleam In her eye.
The guy started laughing, and whispered something into one of the other guys ears.
“Strip.” Was all he said, leaning back on his hands.
Since I was far from sober, the phrase was almost like music to my ears, but a clarifying sobriety deep down was yelling at me, telling me not to do it.
“You’re not too pussy are you?” He asked.
Me and lily looked to one another, raising our eyebrows.
“M’not too pussy, maybe Y/N, but not me.” Lily slurred, standing up all wobbly.
“Well, I said both of you, so strip or pick.” He said, the word pick referring to the drugs.
“This isn’t fair,” I whined. “You lads will take advantage of us!”
“Advantage?” The bloke questioned. “Never in a million years.”
I looked down to Sirius who seemed rather annoyed, jealous the other boys could see me… exposed.
“Or,” The boy called. “Give me and… Remus a lap dance.”
“What?” Remus asked, the statement sending him quickly back into reality.
“You heard me Moony. I mean if you don’t want to I bet there’s someone who’s far more anxious to take your place.”
I looked to Sirius who was watching me like a hawk, he looked like he wanted to kill the guy who had dared me, his blood boiling and pumping through his veins.
“I’ll do it,” Sirius said all of the sudden, loud and stern, his jaw clenching. “Give me the lap dance.”
He stood up swiftly, his hand grasping onto my upper arm, a tight lock on it.
“And slip into something more… comfortable.”
Me and Lily disappeared into the bathroom, pulling two select pieces from our wardrobe. James was pass out drunk, he slept soundly on the wooden floor so Lily had no choice but give one of the others a lap dance. We were both still under the influence, completely hammered, so I left on my dark red underwear but slipped a bra over my breasts and a silk teddy over the top as well.
“C’mon ladies,” He called. “Don’t keep us waiting.”
We both sauntered out, Lily’s hips swaying much more than mine. The sudden exposure of my skin making an uncomfortable feeling erupt from within me, my hands instinctively wrapping around my chest.
“C’mon, don’t be shy.”
I dropped my hands walking right towards Sirius, an angry look still plastered on his face.
“Merlin…” I heard a boy call.
I looked over to my right and Lily had already began to dance. Getting low to the ground, swaying her hips, rubbing up on all the guys around her. I saw Remus scoot backwards, undeniably uncomfortable, yet he still watched from afar, a strange sight it was indeed.
I straddled Sirius, my legs wrapping around his lap, sinking down onto his crotch. His hands never touched me, they just held him up from behind, his eyes looking into mine then down my body quizzically.
“This feels so, familiar.” He stated, trying to sound calm but still I heard the rage spitting through his teeth. He really didn’t like the looks they were all giving me.
“Familiar?” I asked, acting like I had no clue to what he was referring to, watching him try to figure out what about this was so strange.
But I knew, I knew the feeling, a feeling I’ve been trying to shake ever since it happened, no matter how badly I didn’t want to. He was remembering the time we spent together, that I prayed so dearly he’d forget.
Suddenly I was being lifted off Sirius lap and placed into someone elses, their hands gripping roughly to my hips.
“If you’re not going to do anything to her I sure as bloody hell will!” One of the boys from earlier squawked.
He looked at me with a distinct hunger in his eyes, he was devouring me with them. He started moving me up and down onto his crotch, trying to get some friction between the two of us. This is not how I wanted it, this wasn’t how I wanted any of this to be. Suddenly I heard a thud and a shuffling of feet and once again I was being yanked off someone else’s lap. Sirius threw me off to the side, and yanked up the kid who pulled me into his lap by his collar.
“Who the hell do you think you are, mate?” Sirius yelled. “You think you can bloody treat a woman like that, my woman?”
The guy was petrified, looking at Sirius then back to me.
“D-didn’t know she was yours, mate!” He squealed while falling back down onto the floor with a thud.
And for the last time Sirius yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and pulled me into the bathroom. I was pushed harshly against the door, smacking my head a tad on the wood. I felt Sirius’ hands wrap around my waist, one of them also holding me up under my bum. He rested his head on my chest and stayed quiet, my hand landed in his hair, playing with it.
“Sirius?” I asked looking down at him sleepily, watching his chest heave up and down.
“Hmm?” He asked.
“Didn’t know I was yours…” I said playfully, biting my lip, a small smile sweeping up onto my face.
He smiled into my skin, I felt the stretching of his lips against my chest,a low rumble escaping them.
“You aren’t really… s’just like you is all… got a tad jealous.”
“A tad?” I asked, pulling his chin up so he looked at me, he tried to hold back a smile on his face.
We were startled by Lily’s playful squealing coming from my room, and the sound of pounding music being turned up. We looked back to one another and began to laugh and he set me back down on my feet.
“You’re drunk.” He said laughing.
“So are you!” I yelled back, poking his chest.
“Yeah but I wasn’t the one who almost gave four different guys a lapdance.”
“You’re just jealous.” I said, sticking my nose up in the air, walking away from him.
“Oi!” He yelled. “Of what?”
“You wanted one, a lap dance.”
“Did I now?” He asked, testing me. “How are you so sure?”
“Well for starters I saw your dick jump out of your pants when I walked out of the bathro-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he cut me off, tackling me to the ground.
“We won speak of this!” He yelled playfully, pushing his hand over my mouth.
And suddenly we were in the position again, me straddling him, my crotch coming close and closer to his. He looked down at me on his lap, one of his eyebrows raising, then looked back up at my outfit. I kept my eyes on his, watching him as I lowered myself a top his pants, pressing down hard.
“Y/N,” He moaned, his head falling back. “You’re drunk.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I said back.
And with that sentence he latched on tightly to my hips as I began to grind harder and harder onto his erection. My hands flying back into his hair, my fingers tangling themselves within the strands.
I turned around swiftly, trying to synchronize my moves to the beat of the music. I began to pull my teddy down, strap by strap, making sure to give him a show. He sat there, leant back, watching me with a glaze over his eyes. I dropped the pink silk to the floor, becoming exposed to him like I was that one time.
I bent over infront of his face, then sat down on him backwards, his hands massaging hard into the skin of my ass. I moved my bum into the crotch of his jeans again, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans escaping from his lips.
I pushed him down on his back sitting down on his stomach and leant down to kiss him. Our lips pushing into each other roughly. There was a definite need there. I heard him whimper as I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on the now pinkened skin.
I began to scooch my crotch lower and lower until I was perched on his cock again, grinding hard down onto it. I began to dry hump him, suddenly feeling the pleasure from my side. To make the friction much greater, Sirius pushed himself up on his hand, rubbing himself into as I was to him.
His mouth was wide open, attaching to my neck from time to time. I rubbed vigorously into him, the material of my panties beginning to bunch up onto one side. I could tell he was getting close, the sound of my moans filling his ears and a sudden wetness now covering his clothed cock. Then I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a throaty district moan, saying my name softly as he came. I too, trying my hardest still to reach my desired place, and within no time I was there, a moaning mess just like him.
He fell back onto the floor and I feel on top of his, my ear to his chest listening to the pounding of his heart and the shortness in his breath.
“Hot damn,” He said. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”
The room was now empty, no sounds of music, no more squealing. Lily had finally laid her head to rest that night, Remus tucking her in after she got a little too crazy with that one boy from their house. Her soft snores were the only thing filling the room, well, that and the sound of Sirius whispering to Y/N, goodnight.
She slipped into bed as well, looking up to him as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, praising her once again for the beautiful work she had done that night. He walked out of the room, a small smiled placed across his face as he hopped quietly back to his dorm.
When he entered he sat down on his bed, laughing at James sprawled out on the floor, Peter looking practically dead, and Remus asleep as snug as a bug under his covers. Sirius peered over to his bedside table, looking at the family photo which sat gloomily next to him. Not a hint of a smile coming from any of their faces in the picture. He picked it up, getting a closer look at his brother whom he envied so deeply, but wanted to love so bad. The green surrounding the picture frame seemed to look so obscure next to the red lace panties that were sitting behind it.
Red lace panties.
Only then was it when Sirius realized everything he seemed to forget.
Post break up kiss for nurseydex if you're still takinf the prompts?
1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.
Nursey felt empty and tired and drained. He felt like he shouldn’t have come to the SMH’s five year reunion even though he wanted to see everyone. Or almost everyone. He felt like he wasn’t ready to see Dex again, even though it had been months.
Seven months, to be exact.
It had been seven months since Nursey got traded to the Leafs and Dex decided not to move to Toronto with him and Nursey had to relearn now to wake up alone and how to live alone and how to be alone, and it still hurt.
A/N: Honestly…I don’t really like this chapter all that much but two of my friends loved it. So, sorry if it’s shitty, but I really tried my best. This was honestly a filler chapter, but I’m gonna try to make sure the next chapter is waay better than this. As you know 100 notes and feedback for the next chapter and I hope you enjoy, hun💕
The minute Michael told Calum that, he knew that he was going to have a bad day. Calum had brought you on this tour with them to keep you closer to him and to somewhat fix what was happening between the two of you. Ever since you two had that talk a few night ago, things had been going well. It was as if you had a better understanding of each other and knew what and what not to expect. You hadn’t left his side until today and of course it had to be because of Luke. Both Michael and Ashton immediately picked up on Calum’s sudden mood change and knew that he was going to be grumpy for the remainder of the day.
You on the other hand thought that sight seeing was the best way to start your day. Luke had taken you all over Florence and had you laughing throughout the entire trip. You had seen the Florence Cathedral, visited the Galleria dell'Accademia, and you even got to try gelato for the first time. It was around twelve in the afternoon when you two finally returned to the hotel, entering the room laughing.
Iwaizumi looked up from his homework and at Oikawa who was laying on his bed. “What?”
“You need to stop,” Oikawa repeated. “Take a break for a while, do whatever, just stop working.”
“Are you trying to talk to me about overworking?” Iwaizumi laughed, “Because you’re not the prime example yourself.”
“You’re stressed and you’re not gonna get anything done if you’re stressed about it,” Oikawa went on. He gestured to the small pile of torn up pieces of paper next to Iwaizumi. “You rip paper when you’re stressed. The smaller the pieces, the more stressed you are.”
Iwaizumi looked at the pile next to him. He hadn’t really consciously been tearing the corners off of his papers, but there was definitely enough to be called a pile next to him. He swiped the papers off his desk into the trash. “There, now I’m not stressed by your standards. I need to work.”
“Iwa-chan, no,” Oikawa whined. “That’s not how it works.”
“I’m gonna ignore you now. I have work to do, and you do too.”
Oikawa sighed and rolled over onto his stomach. “Ten minute break? And I won’t bother you after.”
Iwaizumi’s only response was to write something down on his paper. Oikawa got up and stood behind Iwaizumi. He wrapped his arms around him and set his chin on his head. “Five minutes?”
Iwaizumi ignored him and kept working. Oikawa tightened his arms so that Iwaizumi couldn’t move his own.
“Just five minutes, then you can come back,” Oikawa murmured.
“That’s it?” Iwaizumi asked skeptically.
“And you’ll let me come back to my work after,” Iwaizumi clarified.
“Absolutely,” Oikawa couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice, knowing he had won. “I won’t even bother you. Promise.”
Iwaizumi sighed and put his pencil down. “I guess five minutes wouldn’t hurt.”
Oikawa practically dragged him out of his chair and over to the bed. “Just lay down and relax. I’m gonna give you a quick massage because slouching like that for so long has to be uncomfortable.”
“Just tell me when five minutes is up,” Iwaizumi muttered, practically collapsing onto the bed. Oikawa smiled softly while he agreed. He started rubbing Iwaizumi’s shoulders, smiling even more when he could see Iwaizumi relax before him.
True to his word, five minutes later, Oikawa nudged Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Iwa-chan, it’s been five minutes,” he called quietly. Iwaizumi rolled over to face him, eyes still closed. He wrapped his arms around Oikawa and buried his face in his chest.
Oikawa could just barely hear the words, “No it hasn’t,” muffled into his shirt.
“Iwa-chan, we said five minutes,” Oikawa said.
“I’ll let you know when it’s actually been five minutes,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He gripped on tighter and Oikawa smiled. He brought up a hand and started running his fingers through Iwaizumi’s hair. It took even less than five minutes for Oikawa to hear Iwaizumi’s breathing even out as he fell asleep.
The surprise ending I'm depending on
(Reader x young Sirius Black)
Harry Potter (Marauders era)
Pairing: Reader x Young Sirius Black
Warnings: cute fluff
Request: Hey can you please do a
Reader X Maruader (I dont mind which) where the reader is in the marauders but
she secretly likes one of them but shes doesnt say anything because she thinks
they only see her as a sister/best friend way and you can finish it! Thank you!
Love your writing!
basically become an honorary Marauder, you were constantly with them all the
time and helped them with all of their pranks and even the making of the
always been closest to Sirius but you never confessed to him how you felt. You were
worried it would make things so awkward between you if he didn’t like you back.
You had thought he must like you, he always was sat with you in classes and you
teamed up for pranks, he always sat beside you at meals and walked beside you
to class and to Hogsmead. Sirius could easily have many girls in the school, he
was so smooth he could swoon any girl in minutes but he never took it past
wanted to ask him why he isn’t with anybody, seeing how cute James and Lily are
you would think he would want that with someone too.
were deep in thought when you felt a hand shake your shoulder
Y/N, you’ve been starring at your empty spoon for like five minutes” you
looked at Sirius who was sat beside you in the dining hall “sorry I just
zoned out” he just laughed “something on your mind ?” You wanted
to confess that you were thinking about him but you just shook your head and
continued eating your soup.
that night you were all sitting in the common room, it was a calm Saturday
night where there was too much snow to go outside so you sat in front of the
and Lily were entangled in each other’s arms in a chair. Peter was telling
Remus jokes while Remus was trying to read and you and Sirius were sat On the
were lying sideways while Sirius layed to the opposite of you, your legs
intertwined and you rested your head on the back of the couch and just looked
had his eyes closed for a while and you took the opportunityto admire his
handsome features but he opened them just in time to catch you staring at him,
“Y/N do you like what you see?” he wiggles his eyebrows and winked at
you. You just laughed and shook your head “you wish, Padfoot” and
then Sirius said so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it over Peters awful
jokes “I do ”.
thought maybe you had heard him wrong but this gave you hope, hope that you
didn’t need to be in your heart because you were too scared to confess your
feelings to him anyways.
gotten pretty late and you were surprised no one had sent you to your rooms yet.
Remus had fallen asleep with his face in his book and managed to push Peter off
the couch so he was asleep on the ground. James and lily were still cuddling in
their chair fast asleep, their cheeks pink from the heat from the still burning
fire and you were still laying on the couch with Sirius in a comfortable
Sirius glance over to James and Lily and then he looked back to you “ come
here” he motioned with his hand towards him and in your sleepy state you
didn’t question him and you just crawled to his side of the couch, you sat in
front of him on your knees with your hands resting on your legs. He pulled you
down to lay in his arms and your face was pressed to his chest with his arms
wrapped lazily around you.
felt as though your chest was going to burst from him cuddling you but you
assumed he was just lonely or acting this way because he was tired. You laid in
his arms while he played with your hair and you were about to drift to sleep
when you heard Sirius mumble above you “it’s not any easier to try to say
the things I want to say to you while your asleep, but you’re so beautiful”, he
kissed the top of your head and that’s the last thing you remember before you drifted
to sleep, “goodnight Y/N”.
Creepypasta #1140: The Creepiest Thing I've Ever Had Happen During Night Shift
As a 22 year old high school
dropout, I really have little to no opportunities in this world, so I took up a
job at a 7/11. Night shift. Fuck. Me.
late shift, one very cold September night, a man walked in. He
looked like he’d just gotten completely smashed, then glued himself together,
and got smashed again. The
motherfucker walked, acted, and talked drunk. He
also smelled like a drunk.
went over to the hot dog roller that we have. They’re hot bars that spin and basically
cook things like sausages and egg rolls. He
went over to it and pointed at the egg rolls.
He shouted, “huaaaaaaaa
gimhihhe thisssssssss”, which was followed by a very obnoxious and low groan.
forced to, I put on a smile and said, “Yes sir, right away.”
grabbed the egg rolls and strolled over to the register. It
totaled up to $2.67. But he
only had a $20 bill, and
we were out of fives and singles.
I said to him, “sir,
do you have anything besides a 20? We’re out of small change.”
said, “no”, in a very mopey tone.
got the impression that he was homeless. So me being the nice person that I am, I
pulled out $2.67 from my wallet and paid for him.
looked so happy, as happy as his wrinkly face could be. He
started limping out of the store. When
he got outside, he
got on all fours, clawed at the packaging for the egg rolls, and fucking chomped both of them up at the same time. I
tried to keep my reaction in, but I flinched at the sight.
fucking took off on all fours faster than any human would on both legs.
sixteen minutes later, him and five other men crawl up to the store on all
was shitting myself beyond belief right there.
soon as they reached the door, they got up and walked like drunks.
all wanted fucking egg rolls
the fuck was I dealing with?
only had 6 left, and there were 6 of them.
I said, “there are only 6 left. Sorry guys, only half of you will get egg rolls.”
all fucking screeched and howled at the same time.
Being a natural pussy, I
said, “I’ll be back. I’ll go get some egg rolls.” We
make our egg rolls in-store, for freshness reasons. I
set them up, and told them, “it’ll be about 10 minutes.”
8 minutes later, the first man got up and laid his hands on the counter, with
the loudest fucking clang that I’ve ever heard. I
scurried over and said, “they’re ready”, with the biggest voice crack.
cracked up and laughed like how a drunk person would, but they didn’t seem drunk
when they were running up to the store.
serve them their things. "It’ll
be $15 exact,“ I said.
original man put up the $20 bill. Me, with the instinct of survival, handed him back five dollars from my own wallet. They
scurried along with their food happily. Then, they ripped the
food apart and chomped it down in seconds.
had a little donut store next door, The person who worked night shift at the
same time as me was a really, really, really big prick.
heard them loudly crawling over next door, and the door slammed open.
guy shouted, "hey, watch that fucking door!”
I heard him say, “That’ll be $12.54.”
he said, “If you only have $5, get the fuck out.”
I hear some more clawing, and I heard water splash. Then a loud thump.
I never did hear the other door close. Our doors are lightweight as hell, so
we can hear basically anything that isn’t a whisper.
heard dragging, and then silence.
went over next door during my 10 minute break.
there was nobody there. Just a scuff on the floor, and scratches leading to the
back as if something was being dragged, and was holding on by its nails. It
led out to the dumpster, where the guy who worked the night shift clerk was laying
in it. He was scratched across his face and neck, with his head bleeding and a giant
gash on his right temple.
I saw 4 pairs of
eyes watching me. Then in a flash, they were gone.
could’ve been the dead clerk if I wasn’t so nice and helped them out.
you work night shift at a place that sells food, and if you see people that
don’t seem to act sober, or are just plain creepy, please,
take my advice.
a/n: okay im so annoying for asking requests and then not doing them but!!! that’s me. i’m busy with school and i’ve been very tired but i got inspiration (and harry’s album is amazing im proud of him) so here u go try to enjoy it.
AND thanks to my lovely sister helping me out ur the best <3
Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it’s not you and it’s not me
Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see
Y/N walked quickly forwards trying not to hit others with her suitcases. She messed up with her schedule, and was already late. Again. Her train would leave in five minutes and there was a pretty big chance she wasn’t going to make it. She glanced at her watch and took better grip on her bag and started running.
“Oh shit, I’m so so sorry,” she apologized as she bumped into someone.
“No worries, I’m fine”, someone with very familiar voice said. Y/N looked up and saw her ex-boyfriend, Dylan.
“Hi”, she whispered. Dylan smiled softly and picked up her suitcases she had dropped.
“Where are you going?” he asked. Y/N looked at her watch again.
“Apparently nowhere until tomorrow morning, I missed my train. It was the last one today”, she muttered frustrated. Dylan looked at her.
“Wanna get some coffee with me?”
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
Coffee break between two of them was kind of awkward. It used to be so much easier to just sit down and talk. Now it felt like there was a huge wall between them.
They had been dating for over a year until everything seemed to fall apart.
“Where are you staying?”
“I’ll call to the hotel I was staying at and ask if they still have a room available”, Y/N said.
“You can crash at my hotel room if you want”, Dylan suggested.
“Is that a good idea?” She asked suspiciously.
“It’s just one night, you can sleep on the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need
Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean
Only light in the room came from outside where bright city lights rose towards the sky. All Dylan could hear was cars driving by and Y/N’s soft snores. The situation felt weird. If this had happened months earlier he would be sleeping next to this particular girl right now, holding her tightly.
He couldn’t help but stare how beautifully she slept. He never stopped saying how beautiful she was. Until one day, when it all went wrong. You sat down and had a long talk. Neither of you didn’t really know what went wrong between you two. Not enough ‘I love you’s maybe?
He wanted to tell Y/N that he never stopped thinking about her. He never stopped thinking she was the most prettiest girl he’d ever met.
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
“Dyl? Why are you still up?” Y/N’s voice asked from across the room. Sheets scuffled as she got up and walked over to sit next to Dylan. He buried his face into his hands and whispered.
“I’m so sorry about what happened between us.” Y/N hesitated for a moment but then carefully took his hand so she could see his face.
“Hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, I don’t think neither of us did. It just stopped working, you know?” She whispered.
“I guess you’re right. But we were such a good team, remember?” Dylan laughed at the memories that filled his head. Y/N laughed too but then she got serious.
“This is gonna sound stupid but I don’t have anything to lose so.. Can I sleep next to you?” She asked. Smile appeared in Dylan’s face.
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
Dylan woke up alone. Y/N was gone, so was her suitcases. He got up and saw a note.
“Thanks for everything, including letting me sleep next to you. Everything’s fine between us, right? Didn’t wanna wake you up, see you around x”
He smiled at the note, knowing it wasn’t the last time they met.
RFA trying to get a hyper!MC to go to bed? Maybe she had wayyyy too much coffee or something? I really like your hcs so I wonder how you might do this one. Thank you! ^^
Aw thanks so much! It means so much to me that someone likes my writing! Sorry this took me a while… I don’t really know what it’s like to be hyper T - T
How could you have so much energy for 11:30 in the evening?
He stares at you from the couch as you time yourself for another round of 2048. Eyes glued to the screen, you play again and again, trying to beat your own five minute record.
Yoosung gets the uncomfortable feeling that that crazed expression on your face is similar to how he looks like when he plays LOLOL.
He becomes alarmed when he looks up from his notes an hour later to find you bustling about the kitchen trying to bake brownies. You were a terrible cook!
It was a dangerous idea to keep his eyes off of you for even a minute when you were in one of these moods.
You would become unpredictable and listless after a day spent lazing on the couch.
He supposes it makes sense for so much inactivity to make way for hyperactivity.
He stops working and approaches you.
“MC? Don’t you think it’s about time to go to bed?”
“It’s getting late, and you didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night either…”
“No! I want to bake you something for breakfast. I’m not the best baker, but this time will be different. You like brownies, don’t you, Yoosung?~”
He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. How was he going to get you to bed with that attitude? There would be no arguing with you now. Shouldn’t she still get some sleep, though?
Yoosung is too timid to protest, but he’s so worried that you’ll end up burning the flat down that he tries to stay awake to watch over you.
Before he knows it, his eyelids are drooping. He ends up falling asleep on the counter just before you’re about to stick the pan the in oven.
Luckily, you decide to stop when you see how exhausted your boyfriend is. He’s snoozing away with his head in his arms, snoring lightly with his mouth slightly open.
You feel guilty once you realise that you probably terrified him by trying to cook unsupervised. You poke his nose. “Yoosung?”
“Let’s go to bed, okay?”
“That,” He says through a soft, half-lidded smile, “would be awesome.”
She suspects you’re tipsy, judging from the way you’ve been chattering away non-stop for the past half hour.
She pats herself on the back for not drinking herself. Leading you home when you were this excited was bad enough, but leading you home while both of you were intoxicated? Jaehee shivered t the thought of it.
She braces herself for a night of exasperation.
Being tipsy seemed to send you into a spontaneous burst of activity. All of a sudden her reserved girlfriend would be talking, eating, and laughing without pause.
Jaehee’s eyes widen in panic when you choose to sprint across the street and into the apartment building without so much as a glance at the passing traffic.
MC is really talented. Was she a gymnast in another life? Or perhaps a track star? If I’m not mistaken, she was wearing her six-inch stilettos just now, right?
She chases after you and finds you in the living room trying to draw a portrait of yourself and your darling “Baehee”.
Jaehee is surprised to discover that she finds this behavior endearing. Though, it’s unfortunate that you’ve nearly knocked the lamp over from laughing too hard when you forget to draw eyes on yourself.
“Baehee! Come look at this! Don’t I look like a mop?”
“MC? Isn’t it about time we get to bed?”
“Wait, wait, wait. Let me draw Zen in here, too.”
Jaehee bites her tongue to refrain from asking you to rethink your artistic interpretation of Zen. That’s a horse?! Please don’t tell me she’s saying that Zen is that horse.
“Look, Baehee! It’s Zen! He’s a pony because of his ponytail!”
Okay, now it’s definitely time for bed.
She’s gone crazy. The alcohol must be interfering with her memory…
“MC, let’s go to sleep now.”
“But why? Don’t you like my drawings?”
“Yes! But Zen would like this drawing even more! In fact, if you sleep now, maybe you can wake up early enough to catch him before his next rehearsal! In fact, I’ll join you!”
“Yes! You’ve captured his likeness perfectly. He will be so glad to receive such a… lifelike portrait!”
You giggle before beaming back at her. “Okay! I’ll go get changed now. Don’t forget!”
Jaehee sighs and massages her temples.
I hope Zen will forgive me for this.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let you binge on all those sweets just because “A girl has to live every once in a while, OK?”
He was getting drowsy, but you definitely weren’t.
It was 1:30… You would typically be asleep by 11:00.
As delightful as it was to see you acting so playful, you definitely didn’t giggle this much. Ever. And that half-crazed look in your eyes wasn’t normal either.
You were totally on a sugar high.
When you weren’t scrolling through memes or doubling over with laughter from the most insignificant of details, you would poke his cheek or tug on his shirt, asking him to feed you another bite of chocolate cake.
It’s rare for Zen to be the one nagging you to go to bed. Still, he shakes his head and puts the plates away. “No, MC. It’s time to go to sleep. Don’t you have class tomorrow?”
“One more bite? Please~?”
It takes everything in him to resist that pleading look on your face. Why does she have to be so cute? Maybe… No. No, Zen. Don’t give in. “Sorry, babe. Bedtime.”
He turns to leave, but it takes him a few moments to realise that you haven’t been following along behind him. “MC?” Fuck! He walks back to the dining room.
You’ve gone into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and were about to slice yourself another piece of cake. “NO!”
He runs to the kitchen just before you’re about to take a bite, sweeping you into his arms bridal-style. “No! Zen! One more bite!” You struggle against him, but Zen only sighs and lifts you away.
He looks at you. “Be a good girl, please?”
“But you always stay up this late…”
“Yeah, but you don’t.”
Is surprised that he’s being the “responsible” one tonight.
He tries to conceal his fatigue as he carries you up the stairs. Though, you’ve already taken notice of how tired his eyes look.
“I guess I shouldn’t have had all that chocolate, huh?”
He laughs. “Maybe not.”
Zen smiles when kiss him on the cheek and say you’ll “be a good girl tonight” just for him.
He doesn’t understand where all your energy is coming from.
He himself was exhausted from the party the two of you had just attended, yet here you are - multitasking like there’s no tomorrow.
Jumin has to admit that it takes some skill to be able to keep Elizabeth the 3rd fully occupied while simultaneously building a tower out of a deck of cards.
However, he also thinks that your constant laughter coupled with the frantic way you’re running about is rather unusual.
He finds it entertaining until you’re holding Elizabeth the 3rd up in the air the way Rafiki held Simba up on Pride Rock in the Lion King - it’s giving him flashbacks of Saeyoung and he definitely isn’t having any more of that.
He gets up and pries Elizabeth free from your grasp.
“But, Jumin! How can I make a card palace for Elizabeth if I can’t even tell if she’s going to fit in it?
“MC? Don’t you think it’s time to go to bed?”
You frown. “No.”
“I don’t think I can go to bed. There’s so much to do! Tell me- have you ever built a tower from marshmallows and uncooked pasta? Oh! I should make a tower for Elizabeth! Give her here, Jumin. Elizabeth~”
Oh boy. He gets the idea you’ll be up to nonsense until morning if he doesn’t get you into bed now. Besides, he doesn’t want to see anyone rough-housing with Elizabeth - the poor thing looked terrified.
“Elizabeth the 3rd and I will be going to bed now.”
“No!” You whine. “She’s meant to be the highlight of my creation.”
“It’s late, MC. Let’s get to bed. Please?” He watches you contemplate his suggestion before adding, “Bed, MC. Or I’ll make you.”
He meant for that line to imply some innuendo, so it’s a bit of a blow to his pride when you narrow your eyes at that last remark. How infuriating. Finally, he promises that Elizabeth the 3rd can sleep next to you if you agree to go to bed now.
The enthusiasm at which you accept that concession almost makes him want to pout. Elizabeth over me…?
He realises he’s lost when you turn to him from the top of stairs and ask. “I really am feeling restless, Jumin. Should I take a shower? Or will you make me do that, too?”
He doesn’t find anything unusual at first. Sure, he thought you were a bit more lively than usual - after all, trying to teach yourself how to juggle at 10:00 is a bit eccentric even for Saeyoung.
But he knows something is off when you suggest doing pilates this late in the evening. He raises a brow at you. But… she hates physical activity…
Now you’ve stolen his glasses and are giggling at your own appearance in front of the mirror. Yeah, okay. She’s acting strange.
“MC? Why is the coffee pot empty?”
“I drank it all~” You reply, flashing him a satisfied smile.
There’s no way he’s going to let you pull an all nighter. He’s experienced firsthand what you’re like when you’ve been deprived of sleep and he isn’t exactly fond of the zombie you become.
Saeyoung tries to lure you to bed in a playful way.
“Hey, MC! I’ve got a really good idea.”
You look up from the robot dog you’ve been decking out with ribbons. “What is it?”
“Let’s play a game.”
“I’ll hide my glasses, and you’ll try to find them. The winner gets one free wish.”
He’s blind for the next hour and a half, but the effort wears you out. You had climbed bookshelves and crouched down to check the undersides of his sports cars - all to no avail.
Saeyoung can’t believe his plan worked. He thought you would lose focus and set about doing some other silly task - like decking him out with ribbons, for example.
He melts when he sees you yawning because the sight of it reminds him of a puppy. “Saeyoung? I think I lost.”
You rub your eyes. “Where are they? Your glasses? Aren’t you blind right now?”
“I am. But now that you’ve lost you have to grant my wish.”
“Hmph. Don’t say something corny like ‘be mine forever’. I’ll punch you.”
Saeyoung laughs. I knew she’d say that. “No. For now Iet’s just get some rest. Okay?”
You nod and give him a thumbs up. “You’ve got it, Captain.” He tucks you into bed and settles in beside you, chuckling to himself as he removes his glasses from the back of your hoodie.