those eyes were hell to make

Amarte Es Un Placer (End)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Ahhh here you go, guys! There will be an epilogue after this, something that finishes tying everything up. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by nellaey

Your arms were around him in the next second, your body making a protective cocoon around him. He cried into your chest, hands like claws, clutching onto your shoulders. You could feel his pain, every ounce of it, and it threatened to rip your chest apart.

And then it dawned on you. Draco thought you were going to leave him.

“I’m right here,” you heard yourself say. “I’m never going anywhere.”

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Staring is Rude (Jaehyun x Reader)

WAZZZZZUPPPP GUYS! Your gal is back at it again with that smutty smut and with her ultimate bias too! That’s right, more yummy Jaehyun for everyone, and this time it’s a college AU. Hope you like this one, I really had a blast writing it!


Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

It all started at the end of the first semester of your sophomore year in college. The glances that were snuck from the corner of the eye, watching from your peripheral vision each other’s movements, the strategic sitting for the best view. It was innocent at first, just simply checking one another out due to curiosity. You barely knew him at all; knew that his name was Jung Jaehyun and he was a first semester junior majoring in music and fine arts with many obnoxiously talented friends. 

You frequented the school’s library on a daily basis, it was your first choice of a study place, plus you liked the peaceful atmosphere. It wasn’t dead silent, the sounds of page turning, chairs scraping, and quiet murmuring was a soothing and natural background for your reading and essay writing. Being at a big school, it wasn’t likely you would ever see the same person twice, it was like being at Disney World, which made people watching one of your favorite pass times. You liked to imagine a life for each person, what they were thinking, what their dreams were, never to see them again except by some miracle. But you saw Jaehyun in the same spot across from you in the library almost every time you went to study, boggling your mind and making you wonder.

At first you didn’t think much of it, he was just another student studying and doing his own thing, and you respected that. That was before you got a good look at his face while he was buried in a textbook, feeling your thighs press together on their own accord.

Damn, he was actually really hot.

He had jet black hair that was perfectly messy, combined with his habit of constantly running his hand through it, well, it was enough to make you hate him a little. Maybe he didn’t know how attractive he was, or maybe he did. Regardless, he became a distraction and you thought things couldn’t get worse until he accidentally caught you checking him out one day. You remember how much your face burned with embarrassment, and how you couldn’t think of nothing else except him throughout winter break. He practically tormented you even when he wasn’t there.

Spring semester came and you began your usual routine at the library again, trying to beat down your hopes of seeing Jaehyun there. You barely knew him and he probably didn’t know who the hell you were, so why think something could come from those few exchanged glances? You were such a hopefulness romantic, this wasn’t some chic flick where everything works out perfectly.

You had almost forgotten about the incident from last semester, when one day, Jaehyun decided to move a whole table closer to you. He sat straight across from you at the next table over, casually setting his books and laptop out as he began his own usual study session. It was almost as if he was reminding you that, yes he existed, and yes, he was very attractive. It bothered you how much just him moving closer made your heart race, it was so annoying. You huffed out loud, surprising yourself as he looked up at you with raised eyebrows. You met eyes, yours growing to the size of dinner plates, as your hand tightened its grip on your pen. He had obviously heard you as he glanced your way, his own hand stilling as he stopped taking notes at the noise.

The eye contact lasted only for a few seconds, but it felt like hours before he pulled his eyes away, a small smile on his petal soft lips.


A smile?

You stared down at your book, not reading the words as your brain tried to process what had just happened. Maybe you had just imagined it, or maybe you should stop being a little bitch and just except the fact that he had just smiled at you. Should you have smiled back? Would that have been creepy? God, this was infuriating.

You stood up and gathered your things, gaining his attention once again as he watched you angrily pack your belongings. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught his amused gaze again and blushed, accidentally fumbling and dropping your pen. And of course, it just so happened to roll in his direction. You wanted to combust in that moment, erase your existence from this plane of reality.

He stood up calmly, bending over easily to scoop up your rogue pen. You’d never heard him say a word before, and the moment his mouth opened, you knew you were fucking screwed.

“Here,” he murmured softly, holding out your pen for you to take in his strong looking hand.

You gulped and took it, your fingertips brushing along the palm of his hand as you stuttered back quietly, “T-thank you.” Just that single touch made you shiver, and you hoped to God he didn’t notice the goosebumps on your arm.

“No problem,” he smiled, endearing little dimples poking out cheekily from the corners of his mouth.
You hadn’t expected him to reply, making you look up at him. His eyes were even more mesmerizing up close, dark pools of black water framed by soft as feathers lashes. He held your gaze for a few moments, looking as if he was contemplating what he wanted to do with you exactly, like you were some new thing he’d never seen before.

You bit your lip at that look and those eyes of his flashed toward your mouth for a moment before you turned away quickly to get your bag, your heart racing a mile a minute. What the hell was that?

You remember walking as fast as your legs could carry you back to your dorm room, slamming the door shut and collapsing on your bed before screaming in your pillow. You wondered what that look in his eyes could have meant, and why it had made you want him to push you down on the nearest table and let him have his way with you.

Of course, that wasn’t the last time Jung Jaehyun would give you that look, in fact, he was far from through with you. It was like he had a personal vendetta against you, wanting to make you as aroused as possible every time you walked into that accursed library. Sure, you could easily find a new place to study, but who was to say you weren’t curious as to where this would all lead? Maybe two could play his little game.

The next few days you tried your best to stay toe to toe with Jaehyun. Every time he would check you out, his eyes roving unashamedly over your body, you would do the same. He’d been surprised at first, his gorgeous eyes widening, making you think you had finally caught him off guard. That was until he smirked the sexiest possible smirk and continued to read his book, looking impressed. You’d secretly flushed with pride, feeling happy that he approved of your tenacity.

Over the next few weeks, things began to escalate, from flirtatious glances to blatant eye fucking, Jaehyun wasn’t holding back anymore. You did the same, feeling bolder than ever before as would stare back at him without shame. You were trying to do your usual studying again, preparing for an essay that was due in a couple of days. While typing, you began to wonder where all of this would lead you and Jaehyun. Was he actually interested in you…?

You shook yourself, trying to focus on your typing again as you glanced up to see Jaehyun reading quietly as per usual. You really needed to worry about your work right now, not just some boy who might or might not want to be something more with you. You bent over to grab a book you needed as a source in the paper from your backpack, only to find that it wasn’t there. Puzzled, you dug around the stacks of paper and notebooks in front of you, unable to find it at all. You furrowed your brow, clearly remembering that you had put it into your bag that morning along with your other books and laptop. If it wasn’t here, then where the hell was it?

Jaehyun noticed all the movement coming from your direction and perked up, watching you quietly as you rifled through your things one last time. You huffed and stood up, walking towards the many bookshelves in search of another copy of the book you were using. You were sure they would have another of the one you needed, it was just a matter of finding it.

Jaehyun watched you disappear into the maze of shelves with a smirk, eyes tracing the sway of your hips as he contemplated just what he wanted to do with you. He slid his finger over the edge of the page he was on, twisting his mouth so that his dimples poked through. He suddenly felt shy, even after all the eye sex and obvious mutual interest, what was he supposed to say? He shook himself, closing his book definitively as he stood up and followed where you had entered the rows of shelves.

You weaved in and out of the bookshelves, fingering through stacks of books and coming up with nothing. You were beginning to get frustrated by the fact that you couldn’t find it anywhere. You slumped against a shelf and let your head tilt back, wondering what the hell you were supposed to do now.

“Looking for this?,” a familiar voice murmured, sending shivers all over your body as you turned toward it. Jaehyun, in all his sex god glory, stood a few feet away, holding out the exact book you needed for your paper.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, surprised that he was there at all. His name felt foreign on your tongue, but you liked the way it tasted and sounded coming from your lips, and so did he. You took the book from him and gave a bashful look, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled, dimples soft on his cheeks as he mirrored the first conversation you had with him. “I have a question though.”

You were paging through the book absentmindedly, not bothering to look up as you made sure it was the right one, “About what-”

The book flew out of your hand as you were roughly pushed against a wall of books, gasping, “What the fuck are you…?”

“Do you understand how fucking difficult you’ve made things for me?,” Jaehyun murmured, his hips pressing you hard against the shelf as he wedged a thigh between your legs. One hand landed securely on your waist, the other grabbed you but the back of your hair, forcing you to look him in his coal black eyes, “How difficult you make it for me?”

You shook your head, heart racing faster than the speed of light as you swallowed hard, “N-no.” Your chest heaved, causing your breasts to brush against him every time you took a shaky breath.

“Are you sure?,” he pondered, readjusting his hand so your neck was exposed to him. He let his mouth brush lazily over your jugular making you gasp, feeling your pulse with his lips as he continued, “‘Cause all those times you made fucking eyes at me seemed like you knew exactly what you were doing.”

You sucked in your breath, feeling every time he took his own breath his hard abs flex against your stomach. Mind spinning, you tried not to picture how he would look without his shirt on as you mumbled, “You’re right.”

“Can I ask you,” he started, hot breath fanning across your skin. “What were you expecting out of all of this?” He drew away from your neck, looking you dead on with a hard and intense look in his eyes.

You met his gaze, realizing there was no other answer to give than the truth. You’d been denying yourself this whole time, but the truth was that you wanted him. You wanted him so bad that you were willing to fuck him with your eyes for months, but cowardly enough to do that too. You wouldn’t have thought he wanted you back in your wildest daydreams.

“I wanted you,” you whispered, eyes half lidded, “I want you, Jaehyun.”

You expected him to jump your bones right then and there, but Jaehyun was apparently far more patient than you had thought. He smiled, looking relieved for a split second before reverting back into the lusty look he was oh so good at. He leaned in slowly, tilting your head up and placing his lips softly on yours. He teased you with slow movements, caressing more than kissing, making you whine and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Jaehyun chuckled, pulling away with a satisfied look, “Didn’t take you to be so impatient, _______. So,” he stepped away from you and placed his hands in his pockets, “Wanna come back to my room?”

You were going to act mad from his teasing, but the way he said your name made you forget quickly, “S-sure.” You mentally shook yourself, trying to take back some of your dignity as you clipped, “You think I’d let you get all up on me without expecting an invitation for more? It’s not a lack of patience, Jaehyun, it’s called common curtesy.”

He was already walking back to gather his things, looking amused, “Didn’t know asking a girl you like to come back to your dorm to fuck is a common curtesy. These are modern times though, maybe I’m too old fashioned.” He smirked in your direction as the two of you packed your bags, making you glance down and smile to yourself.

“…a girl you like…”

You felt giddy, truthfully impatient as you followed Jaehyun across campus to his dorm room. He wasn’t a complete asshole either, he offered his hand for you to hold and you gladly took it, wanting to get a feel for the hands that would be making you moan later.

Twilight had spread over campus like spilled paint, dying the quad and the buildings in a purple hue that made this strange situation seem much more romantic. You thanked Mother Nature for interceding on your behalf as Jaehyun unlocked his dorm, pulling a lanyard jingling with keys from his pant pocket.

You had made idle conversation with him on the way, casual flirting as well, trying to get to know the guy you’d been making eyes at for months before he fucked you. He didn’t seem to mind the calm silences that would naturally happen either, making you like him just a little bit more than you already did.

“So, you don’t have a room mate?,” you asked, rocking back and forth on your heels as you stood behind him, not forgetting to give his backside a good once over with a smirk.

“Nah, he dropped out at the end of last semester,” he replied, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open. “Good guy though, nice and tidy.”

He allowed you to step in first, get a good look at your surroundings before he would pounce on you probably. You were pleasantly surprised by how clean he kept things, nothing gross and smelly like in a typical college boy’s dorm. “Well, Jaehyun,” you smiled, turning around and letting your bag hit the ground. “I’m kinda impressed already.”

He dropped his own bag in a chair, sliding off his jacket and meandering toward you gently, a smile mirroring your own, “Wow, and to think I haven’t even gotten inside you yet.”

You scoffed, but grinned and smacked him playfully as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, “You’re unbelievable, Jung Jaehyun.” You snaked your own arms around his neck, your fingers playing with his silky hair. It was strange, but it felt like you knew him so well already, despite never having had a full conversation with him until today.

“Am I allowed to take that as a compliment, or am I allowed to kiss you?,” he asked, voice and dimples soft, glancing down at your lips before biting his own.

You were already leaning in, rocking carefully onto tiptoes as you whispered a hair’s breath away from his lips, “Both.”

He was quick to respond, lips coming forward to capture your own rather romanctically, his hands coming up to cup your face gently. You sighed against his mouth, feeling positively radiant as he moved closer to you. You stood up even higher on your toes in order to give more to the kiss, wanting to feel more of him as he parted his lips to allow you entry. You were surprised he let you be dominant, but then again, Jaehyun seemed to be full of them.

Your tongue danced with his, sliding together wetly as you let out a small noise of appreciation from the taste of him. He was like vanilla coffee and sugar cookies, something sweet and then something even sweeter. It was intoxicating and made you allow him to explore your own mouth, taking back control as he walked you backwards toward his bed.

When the back of your legs hit the side of the mattress, he laid you back easily, careful to not break the kiss. He slid a knee between your thighs, taking one of your legs with his strong hands and pulling it up around his hip as he pressed himself down into your heat. You gasped at the new sensation, the thin material of your shorts offering little to no barrier between your core and his rough ripped jeans.

Jaehyun released your lips suddenly, a shining trail of saliva still connecting your lips as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt. He glanced up at you through his lashes, voice like velvet, “Can I…?”

You nodded, helping him lift your shirt off and watching him toss it on the floor. You touched your swollen lips, looking up at where he caged you in as you ran a quick hand through his black hair, “Your turn, right?”

He caught your wrist, pulling you to sit up with him as he dragged your hand up his stomach and chest, taking the shirt with him. His voice seemed to reach an octave deep enough to make you soak your panties, “Only if you help me.”

You moaned, allowing your other hand to come up and pull his shirt over his head carefully. Each inch of skin that was exposed you immediately marked with your lips, pressing wet kiss after wet kiss to his toned abs. You let your hands grab onto his belt, pulling it down so his hips were easier to access with your mouth. You heard him hiss as you grazed your teeth over the prominent outline of his hips, your tongue coming out to soothe the light bruises that began to appear.

You pushed him back, having him stand up off the bed as you kneeled before him like he was your god, wanting nothing more than to worship him and his body. Jaehyun groaned at the sight of you knelt before him, his hands pushing the hair back from your face as you began to work on his belt and pants.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, eyes half lidded as you pulled his pants down and off his ankles.

You smiled, feeling your face heat up from the praise he was giving you. You remained quiet though as you let your hand gently caress the prominent outline of his member pressed against his grey briefs. Jaehyun sucked in a breath, hips arching forward into your hand at just the slightest touch. You licked your lips upon seeing his erection strain and press against the cotton of his underwear, fingers just itching to wrap around his cock.

Jaehyun’s eyes squeezed shut at your teasing brushes, biting his bottom lip painfully as he pleaded with you, “_______, please…!”

You glanced up at him with a smirk, as you thought of how much you liked seeing him like this, all helpless and dependent on you. Your fingers wrapped around the elastic waist band of his briefs and pulled them down slowly, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

You tugged his underwear past his hips and down his thighs, nearly getting smacked in the face with his cock as it sprung forth from its cage, swollen and red. You took your sweet time to help him out of his underwear completely, his fingers weaving into your tresses as he edged you closer to his member impatiently. You saw how his precum dripped down from the head of his cock to the underside and couldn’t help but run the flat of your tongue from base to tip, making him release a satisfied groan.

You kissed the tip softly, circling it with your tongue as you looked up at him before opening your mouth and sliding him in. His jaw dropped at the sight, eyes clouded with desire as you relaxed your throat and took him all the way to the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed lowly, letting his head tip back as his hips moved slowly in and out of your mouth.

You were taking it like a champ, your gag reflex practically nonexistent as you encouraged him to go deeper with hands on his hips. He gladly obliged, losing himself in the feeling of your mouth around his cock as he thrust into it shallowly. You hummed at the control he was exuding, his hands tightening around hair as he pulled you to meet his thrusts, face fucking you so well you had to reach down and touch yourself to the feeling.

Jaehyun looked down and saw you unbuttoning your shorts, watching as you slid your hand into your panties and rubbed your clit. He could have come from the sight had he not gotten a hold of himself quickly, making him groan, “Do you like getting fucked in the face, baby girl? Does that make you wet?”

You finally gagged around him for the first time as he thrust in roughly, tears springing to your eyes as you moaned around him again. You quickened the pace on your clit, wrist getting tired as you desperately chased your release, but Jaehyun had other plans.

He pulled out of your mouth carefully, his cock shining with your spit as he picked you up and threw you on his bed again. His hands made quick work of your bra and shorts, only taking a moment to appreciate your black lace panties before he tore them off. You were confused when he laid down on the bed as well, but you assumed he wanted you to ride him, which was fine with you. You straddled him, eager to finally have him fill you up and feel him inside of your heat.

You were surprised though when Jaehyun pulled you farther up his body, a smirk on his lips as he licked them, “Come up here, baby girl.” He helped you straddle him, hands running up and down your thighs as he groaned at the sight of your heat shining with arousal. He looked up at you, pure want in those dark, dark eyes, “I want you to ride my face, sweetheart.”

You choked out an embarrassingly lewd sound when he didn’t wait for an answer and pulled you down to his mouth, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up your heat, tasting you. You shivered when his wet muscle traced over your clit, eliciting more explicit sounds from your mouth as you let your head fall back and rolled your hips gently into Jaehyun’s mouth.

“Fuck, just like that…,” you whispered hotly in approval, bracing yourself against the headboard of his bed.

He hummed in response, eager to please as he let his tongue bury itself into your core, circling around your walls. Your thighs twitched under his grip and he couldn’t help but smirk against you as he pulled away for a moment, “Does that feel good?”

“Y-yeah,” you nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to buck your hips back into his waiting mouth.

“Do you want me to make you come?,” he murmured against your thigh, dragging a tongue soaked with your essence over the skin there before he placed a kiss. “Do you want to come all over my face?”

Your arms shook where they were splayed on the wall, shifting your weight so that his mouth was once again under your core, “Y-yes.”

Jaehyun ran a hand through his soft inky hair, making himself look even more deliciously fucked than before. You could do nothing but stare as his swollen lips already shining with your arousal kissed your most intimate area so sensually you thought you would come right then. You let out another shaky moan, and Jaehyun brought his hands to your ass and squeezed it hard, urging you to rock into him faster.

You couldn’t even make anymore sounds, the overbearing weight of pleasure collapsed on your shoulders as you lost yourself in the feeling of Jaehyun eating you out. He fucked you with his tongue, bringing a hand up to rub your clit just right, making the knot at the bottom of your stomach snap as you finally came. His own eyes fluttered close as he savored your release and taste, groaning as you collapsed down onto your hands and road his tongue until you were satisfied.

“Jaehyun,” you cried out softly, sweat dripping down your neck as you still trembled from your orgasm, having never came so hard just from someone’s mouth.

“Come here and taste yourself,” he commanded, reaching up and pulling you down by the back of your head.

You met lips and took in the strange combination of the taste of yourself and Jaehyun’s own flavor. He pulled away slowly, carefully rolling you over so you were on your back as he hovered over you, “Say the word and I’ll fuck you.”

Instead of answering, you reached up and laced your fingers through his hair, tugging him down towards you. He allowed you to give him a hungry kiss, your back arching so that your breasts brushed against his well muscled chest. Jaehyun grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, pushing your flexibility to the limit as he sunk down against you. You felt the head of his hard cock brush tease your entrance and barely enter you, just sinking past your lower lips.

Your mouth opened as he gave you one last look, a soft smile that reached his eyes and gave you a peek of the boy who was really behind the smirks and taunts, before sliding in. You gasped as he filled you up, all the way to the hilt as he sat up and began to rock into you, balancing expertly on his knees with his hands on your hips. Your back shifted against the sheets of his bed as your own hands reached to pull him back down towards you. You liked having him near, able to see his expressions clearly and feel his hot pants against your cheek. He complied, barely breaking his pace as he began to increase the speed of his thrusts into you.

You let out a sound of surprise when he ran a hand down your thigh and slapped the exposed skin there, the sting it left made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let your hands wrap around him and reach his back, your fingers digging into the hard muscle that flexed under your touch. Jaehyun’s thrusts were becoming increasingly harder and more frantic, his release not being to far away by the way his bottom lip was stuck between his teeth at the pleasure.

He managed to groan, a hand once again coming down to run at your clit at the same hard pace as his thrusts, “Come around my cock, baby girl. I want to feel you.”

You moaned at his words, and combined with his fingers on your clit and his erratic thrusts you couldn’t help but clench around him again as you came for the second time. You let his name escape your lips again as you bucked your hips to meet his own, “Jaehyun…!”

Jaehyun finally pushed himself as far inside you as he could go, his body stiffening as he released with a groan. You blushed at the feeling of his hot seed coating your inner walls as he continued to roll out his release until he was completely finished. He stayed inside of you, the two of you panting as you waited for each other to recover from your highs. Or maybe so you wouldn’t have to be the first to speak.

Your eyes widened when he cupped your cheek gently as he pulled out, careful in case you were sore. He rolled down beside you, eyes cast to the ceiling as he broke the silence, “That was dumb.”

“What?,” you replied, heart breaking slowly as you thought of all the ways he probably regretted sleeping with you, how you weren’t enough.

“Fucking the girl I like without a condom,” he sighed, turning to face you as he regarded your surprised expression. “Aren’t you angry?” He seemed just as confused as you were, not knowing how to clarify the situation.

You didn’t know what to say, so you just let the word vomit spill forth from your stupid mouth, “I-I mean, to be honest, Jaehyun-.” You blushed, trying to start again as he watched you patiently, “T-to be honest it felt really good. What could one time do anyway, like, I’m on birth control and all but-”
He silenced you with a sudden kiss, a smile that pressed against your mouth and made you return the kiss. He pulled away and looked at you seriously, maybe a little nervous, “I just want to know if you’re okay, ________.”

“I’m okay, better than okay,” you answered, trying to lighten the mood as you turned to face him. You felt bold and let your hand stroke his cheek, tracing his jawline and poking his dimple, “I’m just a bit curious about this whole 'girl I like’ bit.”

For the first time in the months you’ve seen him, Jaehyun blushed, suddenly shy as he looked anywhere but you, “Oh, that. Well, you see, I was kind of hoping these past few weeks that you liked me and I didn’t know how to go about it, but then I fucked it up by fucking you and that is definitely not the first step in a relationship-.” He stopped suddenly with wide eyes as he looked at where you were trying to not die from a fit of laughter, “I’m just going to stop now.”

“No, no,” you giggled, sitting up and laying on top of him. “Please don’t stop, go ahead. If fucking isn’t the first step, then what is?”

He smiled and blushed again, happy to have you close to him as he murmured, “Well, I would have asked her for coffee, or to go to a park where we could talk and get to know one another. Then after a while, maybe have the courage to ask her out-. What’s so funny this time?”

Pouting, he reached up and squeezed your cheeks as you laughed again, “Who would have thought that Jung Jaehyun, the school’s resident flirt and cool guy, would be such a big softie? Where can I get a man like that? Can you tell me where I should look?”

“You won’t have to look far,” he smiled shyly as he twirled a lock of your hair around his finger.

He was too much fun to tease, you couldn’t help yourself, “Wow, do you know someone? Does he live on your hall?”

“You’re a real demon, you know that?,” he groaned, pulling you down into his arms as he rolled his eyes.

“Can I be your little demon then?,” you asked with a smile, kissing the simple that poked out from his cheek as he mirrored your expression.

“Hm, I guess so,” he shrugged nonchalatently before seeing your pouty frown and chuckling, “Of course, _______.”

You cracked a smile at his laugh, a sweet musical sound that made his eyes smile and dimples show. A sight and sound you could definitely get used to.

You had to make one more jab at him, you just couldn’t resist, “So does this mean we can’t eye fuck in the library anymore? The thrill of you being a stranger is gone-”

“You’re literally impossible, you know that,” he groaned, rolling underneath him. “I think I need to teach you another lesson.”

“Ohh, does someone have a little teacher and student role play kink?”

“Oh my god, stop…!”

The Bat(mom) Glare - Batmom x Batfamily

Summary : Everyone feels a bit…uneasy when Batmom gives them that glare.

I know I said the next fic would be about a jealous Bruce, but I had a dream last night about this story down there, and just had to write it, hoping it’s not too bad, hoping you’ll like it. As usual feedbacks are welcome ! Here 

(My masterlist blog here :


It was at the very beginning of your relationship with Bruce that you discovered your “superpower”. Before that, you never really noticed, even though it was already there…No, it really was about four months in dating the Batman that you truly realized this capacity of yours. 

You had been friend with Bruce for years, and you knew about his nightly activities since quite a while…So when he told you you two shouldn’t be together anymore because it was dangerous, you couldn’t help but sarcastically laugh and give him your best “really ?” face. 

What, all those years it wasn’t dangerous and all of a sudden, as your relationship started to get serious, it became life threatening ? 

You remember him scoffing at you, saying it had nothing to do with you and him getting “serious”, while you perfectly knew it had everything to do with it. 

Words were useless to convince him, he was such a stubborn man, and he wouldn’t listen…So you just stared at him. Glared at him. You did not turn your gaze away, you did not leave like he told you to. 

You ignored Alfred and his sorry look, when he told you to follow him out of the batcave. You ignored Bruce when he started yelling at you to leave. You just glared at him, you kept your eyes on his silhouette. Until he said : 

-Stop looking at me like that. 

You didn’t stop. Because all of this was bullshit. Because he was pushing you away for a stupid reason. Because you knew he was doing it only cause he was afraid to get too close from someone and loose them too, like he lost his parents…So you just kept staring, glaring, without saying a word. 

-Stop (Y/N), please.

He tried to keep his composure for a long time. Damn stubborn man. 

Only, on that day, he realized that you were way more stubborn than he’ll ever be. Only, on that day, he realized, as your eyes wouldn’t leave his form, he could not go on without you. But he still resisted. For appearances maybe ? Or maybe he thought you’d eventually give up. You did not. You would never give up on him, he just had to deal with it. 

-Stop…stop looking at me like that…(Y/N)…please…

His voice was cracking. You had won. He knew it. You knew it. Because the reason he was pushing you away was bullshit. Being around him was dangerous ? Well big deal, leaving in fucking Gotham was dangerous anyway ! So you stared at him, glared at him, until he gave up. 

He needed you. Your support. Your presence. He knew it, you knew it. And under your intense gaze, he realized just to what extend he loved you. 

Love ? Yes. Yes it was definitely that. An intense, deep, unbreakable bond had always existed between you…and the day he finally asked you out, it became stronger than ever. No, he would not pushing you away because things were “dangerous”. You wouldn’t let him. So you stared, and he realized…

He realized just how doomed he was because of how much in love he was with you. Too damn much, probably…But it was a good kind of curse. He was glad to be doomed of loving you…

You stopped glaring at him when he fell into your arms, all his tough and emotionless demeanor gone. You stopped glaring at him once you knew he understood. You weren’t going anywhere. Period. At least, not until he’d stop loving you (which he knew would never happen. Could never happen. Hell, he was the one afraid you’d be tired of his shit and leave…But you’d never leave). 

On that day, he realized how much you meant to him, and you realized that you had magic eyes. If, with a simple glare, you could crack even the great Batman…Yup, you discovered your “superpower” the day Bruce understood you were the one and only. The love of his life. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fix where Betty and Jughead have gone their separate ways but Betty is jugheads emergency contact still and one day jughead gets into a horrible accident and Betty gets a called.


Walking out of the dark office she spent Most of her time in, Betty waved at Lucy, the older receptionist with the turquoise glasses and bright red lipstick.

“See you tomorrow Lucy.” She tugged her dark blue windbreaker tight around her shoulders as the white haired woman smiled

“See you tomorrow Dr.Cooper.”

Betty made her way through the sliding glass doors of the Paws and Pets Veterinarian clinic. She was an accomplished veterinarian and everyone in the town knew of her and loved her, she had saved countless hamsters from their untimely death and she could work magic on a Pomeranian with a cold. Her life was steady and exactly where she wanted it, she was due to open her own clinic in Riverdale, just a town over. While Pembrooke was beautiful, Riverdale would always be her home. So sure, she was content, happy even, but still.. something was missing.

The familiar rainforest ringtone snapped Betty out of her daze and she dug in her coat pocket in search of the offending cause of noise, the thick wool gloves she had on made answering the unknown number fairly difficult, with a triumphant “HA” she finally brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” The blonde asked confused, she rarely ever got phone calls from unknown numbers, they usually just called the clinic.

“Hello, is this Elizabeth Cooper?” The voice was serious and deep.

“Yes. That’s me , can I ask who’s calling?”

“This is Riverdale Emergency hospital, I’m calling in regards to Jughead Jones, you’re listed as his emergency contact. There’s been an accident, Im going to need..” Betty slammed the phone shut as she hopped in her car, speeding through every red light, that dared come in her way.

After an incredibly anxious fifteen minute ride, Betty slammed through the doors of the hospital, her eyes searching frantically for anyone who seemed to be working at the hospital.

“Hello?!” She called desperately. “Someone please! I need to see Jughead.. Jughead Jones.” She pushed though people, grabbing anyone. Suddenly she felt a warm hand smooth over her shoulder

“You can come with me ms.Cooper.” A middle aged male nurse, tugged her gently towards the waiting area and sat her down, handing her a cup of water and speaking quietly
“Mr.Jones’ doctor will be out very soon, for now, relax here.” He smiled again and walked the opposite way, leaving Betty with shaking hands and wandering thoughts.

Six years. It had been six years since she had heard from Jughead Jones. Six years since they had broken up and promised to keep in touch, but life got in the way, Betty’s schoolwork, Jughead new found popularity after he became a NewYork Times bestselling author. They just drifted apart. That didn’t mean she didn’t own every single copy of every single book he had written, notes scattered in the margins. But here she was, sitting in a hospital waiting for news on her first love, her heart racing in her chest, stomach in knots.

“Elizabeth Cooper?”

She whipped around at the voice and rushed over to the tall man In the doctors scrubs.
“Is he okay? What happened? Can i see him? If you let him die I will sue you for everything, my best friend is Veronica Lodge, best lawyer in all of NewYork.” She threatened, her eyes filling with tears.

“Ms.Cooper, Jughead is fine. He was in a minor motorcycle accident, the extent of his injuries is a broken arm. You can go in and see him.” He stepped aside with a knowing smile and right before Betty breezed past him, she turned around.

“His medical records, are they old? Do you maybe still have his emergency contact from high school?” She questioned, her voice the picture of faux steady and cool.

The doctor smiled softly
“Actually Mr.Jones just came in last month to update his records, he still signed you as his emergency contact.”

Betty stared for a moment longer, her eyes somewhere far away, somewhere colored with leather jackets and strawberry milkshakes, a hidden smile appearing on her face before she raced down the hall.

Slamming the door to his hospital room open, she smiled when she saw him attempting to wrap his flannel over the sling on his arm.

“I hope that’s not your writing hand.” She spoke softly, still causing him to jump and turn quickly, his eyes widening when he saw Betty standing in the doorway.

“Betty?” He asked confused, his eyes wide in awe and looking desperately handsome in his scruffy bearded glory, she was struck by how similar he looked to his father.

“the doctor called. I’m your emergency contact remember?” She smiled and took a seat on the bed beside him.

He groaned and smacked his good hand to his forehead

“This hardly constitutes an emergency, I’m so sorry Betty.” He blushed light pink and looked away.

“Hey.” She brought his attention back to her “ im happy they called me. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you and I didn’t know.. I didn’t..” she trailed off, her fingers moving to dig into her palms, even after all these years she still hadn’t dropped the habit.

Jughead was quick to catch it, just like he always had been, enveloping both of her hands with his.

“I’m okay.” He whispered, eyes burning into hers.

“When they called me I was so scared.. I thought something really bad had happened.. I thought I had lost you and I never even had the Chance…” she trailed off

Jughead brought his fingers to her chin, tilting it up so her eyes met his again

“Had the chance to what?” He urged her to finish, her dark grassy green eyes met his ocean blue and after a second she mumbled something suspiciously similar to
“Oh hell.”
And her lips were on his, his good arm gripping her waist, while her hands buried themselves in his hair. It was like two ships coming to dock. It was one of those lifetime original movie moments. Romeo and Juliet reunited and no one had to die.

When Jughead pulled away he panted, resting his forehead against Betty’s
“I come three times a year to make sure you’re still my emergency contact, I wouldn’t want anyone else but you by my side.” He whispered into the quiet air, his nose nuzzling hers as he breathed in her familiar scent. She was home to him, no matter how long it took he had always known he would come back home.

“Next time you want to see me, just call. You don’t have to get into a motorcycle accident every time. Your insurance will skyrocket.” She giggled and he grinned, pressing his lips to hers again

“You got it Juliet.”

Coffee Confessions - Chris Evans Imagine

This is the cheesiest title but whatever XD 

Summary: An ideal fourth date in February? Simple. A cup of coffee and maybe a confession or two that Chris has been keeping from you for long enough. He couldn’t wait another moment to tell you that he saw as the stars aligning for him; the moment he met you. 

Requests? Open - (ask here!)

Here are my two prompt lists if you want to request one from there: Prompt One / Prompt Two  - My Masterlist -  Chris Evans / Steve Rogers Masterlist

Warnings? Fluffy!AF  / CutiePieChris / 

People: Chris / You

“Now, remind me again why we are doing this?”

“Because! Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I give you something that you’re allergic to and you die on my account and your fans stampede to my house and then they kill me too.”

“You’re quite creative…”

You shrugged and looked down at your dirty boots, “Some would call me cynical.” Chris smiled and just shook his head laughing quietly to himself. “Well, cynically creative it is then.” 

A small smile on your face. He just grins down at you then looks up at the menu.“Okay, well I’m only allergic to two things; Shrimp, and Cats. So if you find a shrimp cocktail on the Starbucks menu, I suggest you divert to another food.”  A giggle flew out of your mouth, making the two dimples on the apples of your cheeks strike Chris’s eye. He looked in your direction as you stared up at the menu above the Barista when he saw the beauty next to him chuckling at his allergies. Chris looked at you, with a spark in his eyes, “What!”

“Shrimp? Really? Interesting…”

“Oh, well Ms. Perfect, what allergies do you have?”

“I’m allergic to men who wear t0o much Axe body spray.” Chris bellowed out a laugh and didn’t receive a wink of attention from anyone inside the cramped Starbucks.

It was a busy Monday morning in Manhattan, people didn’t have time to glare at the happy couple on a weird ‘eight in the morning on Monday’ date.

Slinging his arm over your shoulder, Chris brought you closer as soon as you two finally reached the register. Suddenly it felt a hundred degrees hotter in here than it did a second ago.

When you ordered for Chris you decided to get him an Americano iced, with milk and one sugar. Adding a cake pop to your order, much to Chris’s amusement. He knew that you’d steal it from him later.

“I’ll have a Venti, Iced Caramel Macchiato with skim milk, and one slice of lemon bread to go, please.”

Your mouth must’ve hit the dirty Starbuck’s floor once he finished his order. You looked at Chris and saw he was amused by your expression when he glanced down at you, out of the corner of his eye.

“How the hell did you know that was what I liked?”

“Babe, we’ve gone on three dates and I’ve known you for what, a year now? If it’s mid-spring, and you aren’t wearing a jacket it’s an Iced Caramel Macchiato with skim milk, but you hate the thickness of regular milk, and lemon bread because it’s fucking awesome. No matter how much hate lemon bread gets, you’d defend it to your last dying breath.”

“I just don’t understand why this generation has no respect for lemon bread. It’s disgraceful!” Smiling down at you, he rests his head on top of yours as you two wait for your orders to be filled in the sea of busy Bostonian’s.

“So, what does your daily horoscope say today…” He peaked over and smiled, leaning back so people couldn’t get a good look at his face. He didn’t want to be recognized on your date, he wanted it to be just you two.

“What does it say?”

“Well, Miss. Aquarius, you are having a five-star day- and hey! So am I, the Gentle and Genuinely Handsome Gemini, if I may add.” Rolling your eyes, you put your hand on your hip, rolling your hand forward for him to continue. “It says; Wait for opportunities to come your way. You are waiting for a sign but you will not receive one unless you shoot for your goals. You are going to cross paths with…” He pauses for a second and smiles, leaning back as he looks at you. “What? I’m gonna cross paths with what?”

“The love of your life.” He says quietly.

You stopped for a second, and don’t even care when your name is rung out, “Order for Steve and order for James.”

Your eyes are wide, even while Chris moves to grab both your orders, “It says that?” Chris nodded, bringing you the lemon bread and iced drink.


“Well, what does your’s say?”

Chris sighed in content, pulling the door to the streets of Pant Suits and Cabbie’s yelling at one another. As the harsh winter air hit your faces, the breeze takes your hair back. Brushing the curly strands off of your shoulders that we’re covered in a simple black peacoat. “It said, ‘Gemini, you have already met your one and only. Don’t let them walk away without telling them how you feel or it will haunt you. You’ll regret it the moment they turn away into another lover’s arms.’”

Smiling down at you while you two start the short walk back to his apartment, Chris couldn’t help but a breath escapes him at the side of your perfect, pinched pink cheeks and puckered lips from being chapped from the vicious blowing winds.   “Well do you think your horoscope is true?”

“Hell yeah…” Chris answered you coolly, although a wave of anxiety hit him when he paused for a second before shooting a glance at you and quietly repeating you back your question, “Do you?”

You don’t need to look up from your lemon bread to know he’s watching you, you could just feel the love of his eyes bearing deep into your heart, making it pump blood faster every time those blue eyes were looking in your direction. With a small sip of your drink to let the bread go down easily, you reply confidently to Chris, not even skipping a step. “Fuck yeah.”

Smiling at you no longer feels like enough for him, so letting all fucks fly into the wind, he stood in front of you and bent down to land an impassioned kiss on your stinging lips that now just felt numb. Numb with a bee’s sting of love.

Chris was kissing you at the traffic light, not bothering to worry whether the world was watching or not. When the walkers started across the street, your lips parted from each other and Chris guided you along, letting you lean on him as a bit of support. Still in shock of the electricity that now coursed through your veins bled straight into your heart. Your brain was a haze by the moment you two just shared with a thousand other people on the corner of Village Street.

Together, you walk silently now, no longer feeling the need to fill the silence. The sky was blue and the sun had risen high above you two. Feeling his hand reach yours, you hooked your fingers with his and felt them grasp stronger, intertwining his fingers with yours. Chris was clutching onto you as if he was gonna lose you in the bustling crowd. Suddenly it felt like your safety came before his own on the bustling streets.

After a while, when you finally reached his apartment, you two sat down and relax for a second with Dodger begging to play fetch with his favorite toy, a rubber turtle that didn’t bounce that bad but let Dodger get in a bit of a good exercise until you’d take him down to Berrington Park.

Chris suddenly gives you the look of the joker, with a wide grin that could almost appear as sinister.  He was too cute to be sinister, though.  You took a bite of the lemon bread that was barely left. You had one, maybe two bites before it’d be done. Scarfing it down in what you knew would be very unflattering paparazzi photos soon.

“You made those horoscopes up, didn’t you?” Smirking, Chris nods, taking an unauthorized sip of your macchiato. Not that you cared or anything.

“What did yours really say, Chris?”

“It said…I’d  fall in love with a lemon head.” Smacking him on the arm, you giggle before surprising him and bringing him forward with your hand on the back of his head.

“Your such a clown sometimes, Christopher.”

“Some call it more sarcastic or dry.”

A soft smile fell onto your lips as you press them barely to Chris’s. He felt like a feather now laid on his lips. Setting the two drinks on the coffee table, you just barely mumbled into his kiss as those large, beautiful, slightly chapped  lips brought you in, “The Sarcastically Dry Comedian it is then.”

Hips - part 1 (A Jongin Two-Shot)

This wasn’t quite what you had envisioned for your life. The laundry basket was heavy and balanced just on your hip and you gripped the tiny hand of your 6 year old daughter tightly with your other hand. You had only been living here for a week and a half, and the one thing you hadn’t quite taken into account was managing the four flights of stairs with a clean load of laundry fresh from the first floor dryers.

The place was cheap enough for you to afford the two bedroom unit in a safe part of town and still be able to afford certain things like food and electricity on your income. Nari’s dance lessons came out of the support you received from your ex. You swore to yourself that no matter how tough things got, you would let her stay in the class she loved so much.

“Nari, stop jumping up the stairs, just walk normally.” You could feel your palm getting sweaty and you wanted to switch sides, but the girl was selective in her hearing. If you didn’t use your ‘mom voice’, she usually just did what she wanted.

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5



The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

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Notorious (pt. 01)

Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst, future Smut & a bit of Fluff…
Word Count: 8k

Summary: Kim fucking Taehyung was notorious for being a pranker, a player and an asshole, and you hated him for it.

A/N: hey guys! So this is the story I’ve been writing this past week. Let me know what you think of it and if you liked it :)

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02

“When we go out at night
And stars are shining bright 
Up in the skies above 
Or at the high school dance 
Where you can find romance 
Maybe it might be lo-o-o-o-ove”

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For @abloodneed, one of the most amazing, beautiful men alive. Thank you for always being you.

There were certain things that Magnus feared. The loss of a loved one—his mind flashed to quick strides, dark hair and hazel eyes—, the loss of a friend—his breath caught at the image of dark eyes, dark hair streaked with grey, twin horns, and skin grown cold—, and the loss of his children—the downworlders he’d taken underneath his wings. His fingers dug into the oak coffee table, scouring the wood as his mind supplied him with images of everyone of them that he’d lost. Drawing in breath was hard, like he was suffocating, a direct contradiction to the cool breeze wafting into the outdoor patio of the mundane bar he’d decided to visit. Sometimes, he just needed that time to himself, amongst the mundanes that entertained him with how they scurried about in their daily lives, unaware of the world that existed in the shadows.

He did just that at the moment, watching them go about their lives when suddenly, everything… froze. From the waiter who had been heading to his table, to the lovers celebrating their recent engagement. Even the late night dog walker and her dog were frozen in place, her with a hand halfway up her hair, and the dog with his tongue half pulled into his mouth. As he took in the the sight, everyone frozen as far as he could he could see, and as he heard those footsteps, calm and unhurried, that oozing mass of power that would cower a lesser man, have them scurrying away or bending their heads in submission, Magnus came face to face with his biggest fear.

“Drinking alone,” a voice he’d heard only once in his life and had hoped he would never hear again wafted out to him, moments before the owner of the voice slid into the seat across from him. White suit—expensive as expected, stretched over a tall lanky form. “Now that doesn’t suit you Magnus,” he drawled as he casually shrugged off the jacket, undid the diamond studded cufflinks so he could roll up his sleeves and show off his forearms. Long lean fingers reached up to run through hair that was kept in place by the crown of barbed wire on his head. He waved his hands and men—shapeshifting demons, Magnus was sure—who’d accompanied him all gave them a wide berth.

“And how would you know what suits or doesn’t suit me,” Magnus tossed back as he reached for his glass of bourbon. “You don’t know me.”

The man grinned, teeth sharp in the moonlight. “Now, now Magnus. Why would you say that? Is that how you speak to your father?”

Magnus raised a brow and took a sip of his bourbon, eyes hard as he stared back at Asmodeus.

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Like for real, Yoongi’s tired eyes turn me the fuck on. His eye shape makes him look like he’s constantly sleepy and done with everybody’s shit but it also makes him look sexy as hell. Imagine him looking at you with those eyes, his head slightly tilted backwards, accusing you of being a bad babygirl/boy, only to suddenly slam you into a wall, pin your wrists together up against it and force his hips to grind against yours at a teasingly slow pace. Then he’d carefully explain all the things he wanted to do to you and what rules you were obliged to follow. And when you finally nodded in comprehension, he’d shove his free hand into your panties, laughing at how pathetic and desperate you were for him.

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Dating Crowley Would Include:

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Author’s Note: I’m thinking of doing another version of this, expect the reader would be human. What do you all think? And possibly making this into an actual oneshot? Maybe? Also, I think this is the longest “dating x would include” that I’ve made so far, but I hope you all don’t mind. I also hope you all like this! Next week, I think I’ll put out the first installment of sister!reader x Jax Teller. I’m not gonna do a long series for that, probably three parts at the most.

  • First meeting him during his crossroad demon days
  • You want to make a deal with him for something
  • Crowley takes an interest in you since he popped up at the crossroads
  • Constantly keeping an eye on you during those ten years of the contract
  • He’s even there when the hellhounds come for you
  • In the shadows because he doesn’t want you to know
  • Crowley keeping track of you when your soul turns into a demon
  • And watches you become higher rank
  • When Crowley becomes King of Hell, you were one of his first supporters
  • Becoming then his right hand
  • Crowley always asking for you opinion on different subjects
  • You letting him know straight off you don’t like the Winchesters and Castiel
  • Crowley adding your boldness to the list of things he likes about you
  • Crowley just saying out loud (after a very stressful day in hell) how he feels about you
  • And much to Crowley’s surprise, you liked him back
  • Crowley keeping you safe when shit starts going down
  • Not introducing to the Winchesters and Castiel right away because they might try to hurt you
  • Knowing that Crowley is always watching you
  • But not really caring because you know how much he worries about you
  • Crowley giving you nicknames
  • Such as: kitten, darling, love, and even queen
  • The other demons start referring you as queen
  • Being bumped from the right hand to the Queen of Hell
  • Crowley waiting on you hand and foot
  • Helping Crowley take down Lucifer
  • Getting upset when The Winchesters just see Crowley as something instead of someone
  • Getting to meet Rowena
  • Getting to meet Gavin
  • Crowley not liking how close you and his mother have got
  • Rowena giving you some magic pointers
  • Going into the throne room when it’s just Crowley
  • And walking up to the throne
  • And just sitting in his lap
  • Legs thrown over the arm of the throne
  • Not being on friendly terms to the Winchesters and Castiel as Crowley is
  • But understanding how they can be of use sometimes
  • Crowley kissing you before he leaves hell
  • Crowley holding your hand in front of everyone
  • Crowley loving you as much as his demon heart will let him
  • And you doing the same

Summary: Ian realizes he doesn’t know Mickey’s full name, so he pesters him until he finds out.

Word Count: 865

Notes: Loved this request!! I’ll be working on few that came through my messages tonight :)

A sudden realization had hit Ian during the night. He was watching his boyfriend sleep, but he noticed that he didn’t know his full name. He knew that ‘Mickey’ was not his birth name so what the hell could it be?

Like usual, Ian woke up a few minutes before Mickey. He was intently staring at his boyfriend once again.  Possible different names that could be Mickey’s were running through his head, but none of them really seemed to match— Michael? Miguel? Micah? Miska? Malachi? Half of those don’t even make sense.

When Mickey finally started to flutter his eyes open, he immediately noticed the redhead had his wonderment face on. “Good mornin,’” Mickey said groggily.

“Morning,” Ian blankly said back. His hand was still on his temple, it looked like his head hurt from thinking so hard.

Mickey raised his eyebrow. “What the fuck are you thinking so hard about, man?” Though he was tired, he was still interested.

“What’s your name?” Ian questioned. He really, really, really wanted to know.

Of course, Mickey snorted. “Um, I’m pretty sure you already fucking know my name.” He said with a face that should an obvious expression.

Ian let out a frustrated groan. “No, Mick. I’m talking about you full name. What is it?” He pleaded.

Red rushed to Mickey’s cheeks. He looked extremely embarrassed. “You don’t gotta know my full name,” he mumbled and lifted himself out of the bed.

Ian was completely taken aback by the fact that Mickey wouldn’t tell him. At first, he just sat their in bafflement, but once Mickey opened the bedroom door, he regained awareness and went to chase after him. “Mickey! Why won’t you tell me?” He asked, but Mickey cut him off by slamming the bathroom door in his face and locking it. “Mick!”

“Fuck off, and let me shower,” Mickey shouted through door. He clearly did not want to speak of this, but Ian refused to let it go.

“Tell me!” Ian shouted once more.

Mickey let out an annoyed groan. “Fuck off, Gallagher. Go make breakfast for something,” he said as he turned on the shower.

Ian groaned once again and then trudged his way to the kitchen. I am going to figure this out, he thought to himself. There was a cocky determination in him right now, and it means he’s going to get what he wants.

Like he was told, Ian made breakfast. When Mickey finally came out from the bathroom, his hair was still a little wet. He looked at Ian guiltily and then proceeded to get food. The expectant stare that his boyfriend was giving him was literally burning his skin.

After a few seconds of nonstop staring, Mickey had had enough. “The fuck you lookin’ at?” Mickey finally asked.

“Just trying to figure it out. I’m pretty sure it’s not Michael. Maybe Micah, maybe Miguelito,” he winked. He was purposely trying to get his boyfriend to admit it by annoying the shit out of him. “Miska-Mooska-Mickey Mouse.”

The dark haired boy choked a bit on his orange juice. “You’re kidding me right now,” he said in agitation.

“Oh I got one! Maybe you were supposed to be a girl so you were names Mickayla— oh or Michelle. McKenna?” He outwardly spoke his thoughts to irk Mickey.

“Shut up, asshole,” Mickey grumbled. “It’s not a fucking girls name.” His vexation was visible in his eyes.

Ian shook his head. Being that the plan of pestering him wasn’t working, he decided to go for the guilt trip. “Just explain to me how we have been together for twelve fucking years and I don’t know your full name. Fucking ridiculous that I don’t know something this simple! Maybe I don’t know you at all,” he shrugged.

“It’s fucking embarrassing, Ian!” Mickey shouted.

“It’s just a name! Tell me, tell me, tell me!” He put his hand together and pleaded.

Mickey’s face was softening but it was still full of embarrassment. He anxiously put his head in his hands. “Ian—”

If nothing was going to work, Ian knew what he needed to do— threaten. “I won’t blow you for a week if you don’t tell me,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Fuck you!” Mickey said without any seriousness. “Fucking fine though,” he shook his head. “Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich,” he mumbled.

“What was that?” Ian asked.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me say it again, dickhead,” he spat.

Ian nodded and inched himself closer to his boyfriend. “Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich. It’s beautiful,” he said in a starstruck voice. He was definitely not lying, it truly was the most beautiful name that he had ever heard.

“Fuck off,” Mickey shook his head. “No it’s not.”

Ian placed a sweet kiss on Mickey’s cheek. “So fuckin’ beautiful. I love it,” he said in sincerity. “And I love you, so something as simple as your name shouldn’t be enough to make you so embarrassed in front of me.”

The dark haired boy nodded because he knew Ian was right, it’s just no one else other than his family knows his full name— but Ian is his family. A slight grin plastered across his face. “I love you too.”

Never judge a book by its cover

A/N: That’s a story I have written so long ago, just never knew how to end it until an hour ago; Enjoy.

Words count: 1900 ish

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Talk about breast augmentation, body shaming, slight smut.

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Dean stared at the assistant he was asking some informations to. She has the widest low cut she could possibly wear at a work place, making her breasts looking like they were about to get out of her top. And had you never seen boobs as big as she had.

She had pretty much the body of one of those manga or hentai girl and hell, she was totally stunning, you thought.

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❝ I’ve to thank We Got Married ❞

Plot: You and Jaebum were a “fake” couple on We Got Married. You two were filming and he was waiting for you into a coffe shop. It’s started to rain and you became all wet; Because of the script he couldn’t take care of you the way he wanted to, you secretly love each other; and after you were done, you two decided to stay alone and with his warm actions he gave you hints how much he cared about you.

Paring: JaebumxReader 

Words count: 2,1k+

Genre: Fluffy

For our @bulletproofself, I hope you like it cutie! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Damn, damn, damn!”  

Your voice was lost in the sound of the rain, while you kept running towards the Café where you knew Jaebum was waiting for you.  

The cameras were with you, completely surprised from the sudden downpour that seemed to have affected the entire city at that time.  

“Run Y/N, run!” They continued to yell, but run without being able to see much because of rain was not easy.  

The only consolation was that soon you would have seen your “fake” husband", for whom you secretly had begun to develop feelings many weeks before.  

Now it was three months that you two took part in that program and staying in close touch with him helped you to see an awful lot about him.  

The must you know him and more your feelings grew.  

Meanwhile, he was waiting, trying to remember the script he had read earlier, starting to worry seeing the weather raging outside the small and cozy cafes.  

“She’s coming?” He asked at one of the crew and a small nod of assent reassured him slightly, although not entirely.  

It was not until the door bell, the notice that someone had just entered, to reassure him.  

For the first five seconds.  

You were standing in front of the door, dripping everywhere and being sorry to be in that condition despite your attempts to run as fast as you can.  

“Fuck… Y/N ” He swore under his breath, he didn’t want to be heard by the cameras, forcing himself to remain in place because it was what the script told him to do.  

The sincere moments in that program were few and he began to be tired, wanted to be more free. More honest, especially towards you.  

“I’m Sorry… The rain caught me off guard. ” You excused yourself, rushing toward the table and sitting in front of him, completely embarrassed.  

The blush on your cheeks was due to your outfit or at least was what you kept telling yourself mentally. The truth was that even just see him led to you the famous “butterflies in the stomach”.  

“An umbrella?” He asked, trying to stay lowkey, having to bite the inside of his cheek to ask not more.  

“Oh, Jae! The weather forecast had put nice weather. NICE. WEATHER. What do I know, huh? ” You snorted, getting off your jacket that was completely water soup; “If I were psychic, I could have predicted!”  

“Yes, okay. I order you something hot. ”  

“Shouldn’t we carry out the proof of this day?”  

“The proof of this day is to not kill each other.”  

“BUT IT’S HARD!” Your voice went up by some eighth, making the crew laugh but causing to you, albeit only mentally, a curse long few minutes.  

You hated having to pretend, you were so simple compared to the image that that program was giving you, you were afraid that Jaebum really thinks of you as an airhead girl.  

“You know that however, they ship us?”  

“Really? They can see or just pretend to be blind?” He asked upset, making a nod to the waitress who immediately came up to take his order.  

He knew your tastes, although you wouldn’t think possible, and when he ordered a latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon you don’t do anything but smile. Smile immediately framed by cameras, afraid to miss any of your reactions.  

While he ordered you tried to fix the mess that was your hair and definitely your face, but you ignored the makeup that imagined being smeared. You picked up your hair into a high bun, although some subtle strands of hair fell over your shoulders and continued to soak your shirt, just slightly moist because that had been covered by the jacket.  

“Husband?” You called him out, causing him to turn with a sigh.  

“Tell Me, Y/N”  

“Am I so horrible..?”  

“You look like a clown, look.” He gave you the sugar container, a reflective surface in metal and you had to keep from screaming. You were really a clown. “So stop saying I’m lying when I say that you snore, I always tell the truth.”  





The scream of the Director caused a wave of joy in the entire crew, which began to disassemble all the cameras and gear. A small sigh of relief left your lips, while the cold that made you company for more than two hours seemed to be your second skin. The only thing you ever wanted was to go home and take a long, hot bath.  

“Will you stay here?”  

You were ready to get up when the sweet voice of Jaebum do you froze instantly, almost glued you to the chair. If he asked you, you would have even spent all day and night with him.  

“Obviously, it makes me really happy.”  

After nearly ten minutes the crew had finally gone and you guys were totally alone. There was a change into the atmosphere, in both of you, almost as if the absence of all those people took a huge weight off your shoulders.  

“Wait..” He said, taking his jacket off and handing it out from above the table. “You must be cold, isn’t it?”  

“Hell ya, I feel like a popsicle,” You admitted, and thank him with a shy smile but refusing his jacket. “But I’m still a little damp, I don’t want to get it wet.. and my hair still dripping, I don’t know how it’s possible but they do. ”  

“Y/N don’t be stubborn.”  

“But I don’t kno–” you began to say when he got up from his chair and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, so as to cover you completely. “It’s huge.” You whispered.  

“You’re tiny, it couldn’t get close. But it looks good on you. ”  


“You could use tea, you know?”  

“I don’t really like..”  You confessed, biting your lower lip while he was addressing a look upset to you. “What!?”  

“Thè can help you.”  

“Have I to drink it..?”  

“I just want you to warm up a bit, Y/N”  

The sweetness in his voice was able to warm you up more than any hot drink, but with a small nod you accepted his request.  

His jacket smelled good and was hot, then you tightened it savoring that little moment of calm.  

“Isn’t it warm?? Do you want me to take a sweater? Jinyoung always leaves a spare one into the car. ”  

“I’m fine Jaebum so, don’t worry. Today you’re nicer than usual. ” You pointed out, finding that loving side amazingly cute.  

“Don’t… That’s, you can get sick and I don’t want your bandmates to kill me because their leader got sick. ” Almost coughed out those words, covering his mouth with his clenched fist and making you smile amused. “Then I must bear your presence too because this week we have to record every day.”  

“Hell.. It’s true. ”  

“Did you have different programs?”  

“Honestly? I wanted to go to see my parents, I haven’t seen them in almost a year. ”  

You had lied to everyone for months, saying you saw your parents regularly, realizing only then the huge mess you were combined. His eyes had become to slightly bored, because of the shooting, a visibly worried.  

And you understood thanks to a small wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows and his mouth was folded into an annoyed scowl, that at that time you wanted to drive off with a kiss.  


“You lied to me. Last week you told me that you went to your parents on weekend ”  

“Oops…? I just don’t want to worry anyone. I’m fine… ”  

“Bullshit. Now drink your tea, then I’ll take you to the dorm. You take a hot shower, I’ll wait and then take to your parents. ”  

“In Busan?”  

“My schedule is free tomorrow. ” He admitted with a tone of defiance, folding his arms across his chest and looking into your eyes waiting for your retort.  

But you didn’t know what to say because nobody had treated you as he was doing. You stayed in silence, looking down on your hands folded on a table and only when the waitress arrived with your tea, you raised your eyes and thank her with a slight smile.  



“Sit next to me, so you’re more sheltered from gusts of wind coming from the door.” He almost ordered and slid your cup on the table, put next to his now empty.  

You looked upset, trying to decipher his behavior. “So?” He asked bossy, pointing to the spot next to him on the sofa.  

You snorted but immediately went to sit next to him, but keeping yourself a few centimeters away. You didn’t want him to get wet and especially to feel you shaking because of the cold you felt. 

“Maid?? Do you have a towel? ” He asked yelling to the waitress, who immediately nodded and returned shortly afterward with a towel itself.  

She handed it to him, you were committed to sip your tea and ignore it when your eyes were blinded and a rough fabric stroked your face.  


“Be quiet, I’m drying your hair. Let me get this rubber band… I got it. ”  

That was no longer an ordinary afternoon, it was turning into an episode of one of those dramas that you used to see at in your spare time.  

His hands were moving up on your hair, rubbing the towel and dry off your hair as best as he could. If you will get sick, even though you couldn’t have known, he wouldn’t forgive him for anything in the world.  


“Huh? I’m almost done.”  

“Can I ask you something?”  

“I’m listening, but please… Not something stupid like your usual. ” He took it playfully around, lifting your face by placing two fingers under your chin.  

Despite the towel you got to see his smile, that smile you liked so much, forget for a moment what you wanted to ask him.  

“Y/N… What did you want to ask me? ”  

“Why are you doing this?” It was your question, honest and sincere, which caused him to freeze instantly.  

He didn’t want to find himself like that but unwittingly he was acting like a guy with a huge crush.  



“I don’t want you to get sick.” He muttered shyly, avoiding your gaze and finally removing the towel.  

At that moment you looked around, there were basically just you two and the waitress in the coffee shop because the storm that continued to hit the city. And that was the perfect moment to act.  

Clutching the collar of his shirt you moved him towards you and just touched his lips, so innocent and clumsy.  

It was your first kiss and it was a simple snap of lips, but you didn’t care much. It was with Jaebum, the first guy that you were in love so for you was still perfect.  

His expression turned upside down, however, made you think to be just a fool to think he felt something for you and now working with him would be a thousand times more awkward.  

“I.. S-Sorry J-Jae..” You stammered, loosening the grip on his shirt; “I’m sorry, r-really sorry.”  


“W-Well … I didn’t mean to put you on e-embarrassment … ” Your voice was trembling, as much as you were at that time.  

You were about to leave when he leaned his hand behind your neck, into your hair now almost dry, drawing you towards him and resting his lips to yours.  

His approach was so completely different than yours. His lips were firm into yours and he took to kiss you gently but with desire.  

It seemed like his lips were longing for, as much as yours wanted the same thing.  

The kiss lasted, however, too little because, after a few seconds, you saw him get away but put his forehead against yours, without ceasing to smile even for a second.  

“I think this program will become more interesting from today.”  He blinked with an amused tone.  


“You’re not my wife actually, but my feelings are real Y/N”. He whispered, his lips grazing again yours albeit in a mild and delicate way. “I’ve to thank We Got Married then… And I thought I would totally hate my future wife. ”  

“You were lucky, Im Jaebum.”  

“Damn lucky, Y/N”.

Cosa Nostra (Pt. 3)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?



Word Count: 3.8k

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Originally posted by myloveseokjin

If there was anything that you should have learned in all of your years going to various social scenes, it was that you should never, ever smile at a man you didn’t want the attention of. And yet here you were, the dumbass girl who smiled at a man who was staring at her and was now was on his way to talk to her.

‘Great,’ You thought to yourself, ‘The one thing Yoongi tells me not to do, and here I am initiating interactions from strangers. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have my head for this…’ You tried to smile politely as the man stood before you, but you could feel the tenseness in your own face, so you knew that your smile looked absolutely fake.

“Now you’re a face I haven’t seen around here before…” The man hummed, his voice smooth as honey. You could tell that this guy was a playboy, whether he meant to be or not. With his boyish smirk, golden brown hair, and a muscular frame that you could see even through his suit, there was no way that most women could resist him, he was just that damn attractive. But you definitely weren’t most women, and even though you were attracted to him to some extent, you knew you had to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be good at all if Min Yoongi’s date was seen flirting with another man.

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When it Rains || Chapter Three

Genre: Angst, Fluff, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader 

Word Count: 1630

A/N: It’s here! Sorry for the wait! Thank you for all the support! Please enjoy! Sorry if there is any mistakes!

Originally posted by fullfangirling27

The boy you had been waiting to meet again was standing right in front of you. He finally escaped your dreams and was living up to the last statement he told you.

“I’ll see you around Y/N”

That simple sentence had been replaying in your head ever since he left that day and you couldn’t wait to hear his sweet voice again. Whenever Jimin spoke, his words flowed beautifully out of his mouth like a river.

This event itself felt like a dream. What was Jimin doing outside your apartment, in the rain, at five in the morning? He was dressed beautifully, wearing a long black coat with black jeans to match. He also had a mask covering the bottom half of his face for an unknown reason.

“Y/N? What are you doing? Come here.” His river like voice cascades smoothly through your ears as he gestures you to take shelter under the same black umbrella from before.

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The Devil Drinks Tequila

BTS Yoongi / Bad Boy / Words: 4,617 / Warnings: underage drinking, lotta cursing
@savageyoonji requested:  Hey!! could I possibly request a drabble (or whatever you prefer) about being at school with Suga who is kind of a bad boy and you have a tiny secret crush on him? Thank you so much!!
A/N: this took 10 years and it aint even good im so sorry

Black printed words on a page floated before your vision like waves in the ocean before you blinked hard, wishing that the school sold coffee somewhere on campus. No matter how long your afternoon naps were, or how early you shut your phone off and retired it to your nightstand, you were always so damn tired. And it didn’t help when your government teacher was a raving bitch, that yelled at the whole class like a madwoman about a cheating scandal that she claims to have happened. You had probably rolled your eyes fifty times that day, because you were so done with high school and teachers and the way they believed they could manipulate students just because they were older. But there you were, stuck in the library, trying to force yourself to care about the media and it’s impact on public opinion. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find a way.

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