Please stop asking people why they’re going to the bathroom if they’ve already gone a few times before, or don’t give them funny looks. If they feel the need to go, for whatever reason, that’s none of your business. Maybe they’re having a wardrobe malfunction, maybe they’re not feeling well, maybe they just want to go!
Especially teachers, stop telling students they can’t leave your class for the bathroom. Trust that they’re not leaving just to skip class, but because they really NEED to go. Students, please, just go anyway. The worst they can do is send you to the principal’s office. When the secretary asks why you were sent, tell her. It sounds ridiculous to be sent to the office because you had to go to the bathroom so badly that you had to leave without permission. I promise, you won’t get in trouble if you left without disrupting the class.
And if you ARE one of the people who give funny looks, please just keep your judgment to yourself. Try to put yourself in their shoes. Why does it matter to you if they went 3 times in the last hour? It shouldn’t.
Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer
QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs
What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?
How easy is it for your character to laugh?
How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
How easy is it to earn their trust?
How easy is it to earn their mistrust?
Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?
What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?
What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child
Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?
What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?
How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?
How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?
What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?
What animal do they fear most?
How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?
What makes their stomach turn?
Are they easily embarrassed?
What embarrasses them?
What is their favorite number?
If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?
Why do they get up in the morning?
How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?
How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?
Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?
What are their thoughts on marriage?
What is their preferred mode of transportation?
What causes them to feel dread?
Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?
Do they usually live up to their own ideals?
Who do they most regret meeting?
Who are they the most glad to have met?
Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?
Could they be considered lazy?
How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?
How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?
Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?
Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?
What memory do they revisit the most often?
How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?
How sensitive are they to their own flaws?
How do they feel about children?
How badly do they want to reach their end goal?
If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?
QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS
A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?
I want to see her so badly. Talk with her. Touch her. Hug her. Hold her hand. Explain her everything. Listen to her. I want to understand her. Understand each other. Why do words make everything more complicated than they should?
dom if the signs were poems which poems would they be?
CANCER I am the wound and the knife! I am the slap and the cheek! I am the limbs and the rack, And the victim and the executioner! I am the vampire of my own heart. – Charles Baudelaire
GEMINI I am composed of particles which are different from me — though you categorize me as Particle Doll. If you fuck with my brain change my particles, chemicals you’ll perceive a different me as far as you’re concerned, but you’ve never really perceived me anyway. — Alice Notley
AQUARIUS Sure, in the end, like any soul you were endless and yets— brave, deft with phrases, kind— three cheers for you. Too closed to want what others love, you vetoed life. Were there other worlds to crave? — Steven Heighton
TAURUS Forgive me, That I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams. – Anna Akhmatova
VIRGO My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never know what you are thinking. Think. – T.S Eliot
CAPRICORN Call me rough, ill-tempered, slovenly— I tell you, every tenderness I have ever known has been nothing but thwarted violence, an ache so permanent and deep, the lightest touch awakens it … It is impossible to care enough. – Rita Dove
LIBRA Yet I’d risk my life on that dilly dally buttercup called dreams. She of the origin, she of the primal crack, she of the boiling beginning, she of the riddle, she keeps me here, toiling and toiling. – Anne Sexton
PISCES I am pure emotion and you must pour me into something pure. I will live for me I will die thanks to unconditional love. – Jenny Zhang
ARIES I feel like I am floating in plasma I need a teacher or a lover I need someone to risk being involved with me. I am so vain and I am so masochistic. How can they coexist? – Francesca Woodman
LEO Red foam of desire, slaughter on the high seas, blue rocks of delirium, forms, images, bubbles, the hunger to be, momentary eternities, excesses: your measure of man. Dare to do it: be the bow and the arrow, the string and the “ay!” Dream is explosive. Explode. Be a sun again. – Octavio Paz
SAGITTARIUS Is this you, this edgy joke I make, are these your long fingers, your hair of an untidy bird, is this your outraged eye, this grip that will not give up? – Margaret Atwood
SCORPIO It is easy for a person to think themselves into a forest. Nighttime or otherwise, then think about when the object of your desire is also the object of your disgust. Now we’re getting somewhere. – Wendy Xu
Taehyung ran as fast as his legs could take him, not worrying about who noticed him this late at night on the streets. He couldn’t believe how all these events had played off. He couldn’t believe he didn’t trust you, especially when you told him that you didn’t do it. The image you crying kept replaying in his head as he ran towards the building. He was suddenly scared to approach you.
He thought back to the conversation you both had months and months ago. You both sat on the couch, while you had the TV on in the background as the two of you chatted. That was the first night that Taehyung realized he had fallen in love with you. The way he was so comfortable to open up with you and how you felt the same about him. It was like a connection he never felt before.
He remembered you saying that you value trust as one of the single most important things in your life. And once that trust was broken, it would never be whole again.
Not only did he probably break your trust, but he felt like he broke you too. He remembered the words he yelled at you, now realizing how hurtful they really must have been.
As soon as Taehyung reached his building, he was waiting for the elevator with what little patience he had left. Seeing as you both lived on the 8th floors, he thought the elevator was his best bet but it seemed to be taking longer than usual. Just as he was about to start running up the stairs, the door belonging to the landlord on the first floor opened.
Out came a rather old man and Taehyung knew he had to at least say hello, even though he wanted nothing more than to run up.
“Oh hi there Taehyung…you look rather out of breath,” said the landlord
“Oh…haha yeah sort of” said Taehyung, awkwardly fiddling with his hands, waiting to be excused.
“Oh..you must have been helping your neighbor bring boxes down!” said the landlord. This caught Taehyung’s attention.
“N-neighbor?” Taehyung asked.
“Oh yes! That lovely girl next door to you boys. She said she was moving soon” said the landlord.
Taehyung didn’t even say anything before he rushed up the stairs, knowing he had to stop you at all costs. He ran to your door and before he knocked, he tried to catch his breath and tried to think of what he was going to say to you. He knew earning your forgiveness was no easy task, but you would always forgive him in the end…right? You both had a few small arguments here and there but you had always forgiven him without much effort on his part. Would this time be any different?
Taehyung finally knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for you to open the door. While waiting, he thought back to all the times you opened the door for him with the biggest smile on your face. Was he wrong for wanting that again?
He could hear the door unlock and he let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Thankfully you were home.
“You’re ear–” you said, but stopped as you finally saw who was at the door. You were expecting the movers to come by today, but you were surprised to see Taehyung at the door. You gulped, wondering if he had wanted to come to yell at you some more.
“You..you’re moving?” Taehyung asked. He didn’t mean to start with that, but he couldn’t help himself when he noticed all the cardboard boxes that stood behind you.
You only stare at Taehyung, confused with the tone of his voice. You didn’t know what to say. “Y-yes” was all you could bring out.
“w-why?” he continued.
“I don’t have any reason to stay anymore” you said, tears starting to well up in your eyes again. Before he could say anything else, you tried closing the door on him, but he grabbed the door and pushed it back. He let himself in and you stared at him, wide-eyed.
“Y/N.. I’m so sorry” he said looking directly at you. His tone was guilt ridden. He almost couldn’t meet your eyes after noticing the tears, but he knew he had to stand his ground.
“For what exactly?” you say emotionless. If it weren’t for your tears, you could have been mistaken as a statue.
“For..what I said before. I- I don’t know what I was thinking” Taehyung started, finally tearing away from your eyes as it was getting to much to take.
“You were thinking that I was some low-life scum who was only friends with you to make a few bucks” you said, finally letting the tears flow freely down your slightly rosy cheeks.
“No..I don’t think that of you. I didn’t mean it” Taehyung started pleading as he inched closer to you.
“No, you did mean it” You said, backing away when you noticed him trying to get closer to you.
“Y/N, please, i’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things I did…I’m so sorry” Taehyung continued. His stomach started to turn when he thought that there was the chance that you didn’t forgive him this time around. “I heard my manager. He said he made the whole thing up to keep us apart, Y/N please….” he tried again.
You snickered back. “So…you only believe me now because you heard the truth from your manager….otherwise you still wouldn’t have taken my word. Am I right?” you said, with a sudden anger surging through your veins.
Taehyung thought about it for a while, and he knew that a part of what you said was true. He didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t do it, and he knew that he didn’t plan to hear you out either. But a part of him also wanted to keep on holding onto you, even if you had betrayed him.
When it took him a while to reply, you continued “I guess I have my answer….please leave” you said, wiping the tears away from your eyes.
“No, Y/N please hear me out. Please, I’m begging you. Just forgive me this one time please? You’ve always forgiven me in the past, Y/N please” he pleaded, tears threatening to form in his eyes.
“You didn’t want to hear what I had to say, which I should do the same for you?” you asked as you glared back at him.
“I was dumb, Y/N you know me. I always make stupid mistakes, but you always found it in your heart to forgive me. Please, just this one last time, forgive me. I don’t want to lose you….There’s so much I wanted to tell you….” he said as his voice cracked a little at the last part.
You didn’t like seeing Taehyung like this. You always had wanted him to have that box smile on his face, and be the little ball of happiness that he was. But you didn’t know if you could ever be the same with him again. If he doubted you then, what’s to keep him from doubting you in the future? He broke your heart before you even had the chance of giving it all to him, before he even knew that it already belonged to him in the first place. Now, you were just trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, hoping that one day it will be like it was before.
The eerie silence once again filled the room. Taehyung tried to walk to you again, hoping that he just had you in his arms, you could find it in yourself to forgive him. But you stuck your hand out, signaling him to stop.
“No. Leave.” you said firmly.
“Y/N…p-ple” he started
“LEAVE” you screamed back. You let out your sobs and fell to your knees, not having any more energy to continue.
Taehyung wanted nothing more than to run to you and hold you. To let you cry into his arms as he would probably cry back into yours. But he knew that you weren’t going to let him near you, even in your current position. He didn’t want to, but he walked out of your door, finally letting the tears fall. His vision blurred from the tears as he walked back to his own apartment, just a few feet down.
He walked into the silent and dark room, not bothering to turn on the lights. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but he already knew that it was just the boys looking for him.
Eventually, the phone stopped buzzing after a few minutes and Taehyung plopped himself onto his bed, finally letting his own tears fall freely.
He just lost you. He lost the girl who he feel so deeply in love with. He didn’t even have the chance to tell you how much you meant to him, or how much he wanted to make you his. Instead, he took the heart he wanted to badly and broke it. He didn’t know why chose to believe his manager’s lies, because deep down he knew you would never do something like that. But it scared him nonetheless. He thought that if his manager was right, then he would end up hurting. So he hurt you instead.
And now here you both were, lonely, in pain, and broken.
A/N: So like…The series is not over. For those of you guys who like pure angst, and don’t want a happy ending, then I suggest you stop here. In the future part(s), I’m writing with the intention of a happy ending. Do y’all want part 10? What do you think is going to happen to Y/n and Tae?! Let me know~ I love hearing from y’all. The support I’ve gotten from this one series has been amazing and it’s been so much fun writing for you guys. Part 1 has reached over 1.8k notes and I’m still in awe.
Summary: Loving Kim Taehyung was just so cruel, since he only saw you as his childhood friend. But after years of wanting him to return your affection, you finally saw the look of love shine on his eyes - but it wasn’t meant for you. No, it was meant for her… Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: Smut, Angst, bestfriend!au, university!au Word Count: 4.5k A/N: Original request here .
Loving Kim Taehyung was like treasuring a forbidden artifact
– you could appreciate it and love it from afar, but you could never touch it,
never have it – just stand still and admire from a distance. Just like the
artifact, he was untouchable and you could never have him the way you always
wished for. Why? Well that was because he was your best friend since you were
toddlers, but that was it.
You two were inseparable. Always playing and working
together, making your classmates assume that you two liked each other. Of
course, every time that accusation was made, you’d both deny it while saying
how gross it was – but even then you knew you were lying.
At the mere age of 14, you realized that you didn’t just
have a silly little crush on him anymore, no, you had fallen deeply in love
with him. But who didn’t? His affectious boxy smile and playful bright attitude
attracted many people towards him over the years, much to your dismay. But
Taehyung always brushed it aside, and kept his attention solely on you. That
is, once you two entered high school, then it all changed for the worse.
“i borrowed ur pen and its
been 2 weeks and i still haven’t returned it because every time i
talk to u, i am reminded of the massive fucking crush i have on u
which always ends up leaving me speechless” au
“u caught me dramatically lip
syncing/dancing and instead of laughing u joined in v v badly and we
did a fucking duet together” au
“u sat next to me on the
plane and idk if ur nervous or something but wHY DO U NEED THE
TOILET SO FUCKING MUCH” au
“i’m a bus driver and despite
my no-coins policy, u always manage to weasel ur way into giving
them to me w/ stories that cannot possibly be true” au
“i didn’t realise i was
staring at u while daydreaming” au
“i have never met u in my entire
life but u keep sarcastically responding to my tweets and i wanted
to punch u until i saw ur avi and now i sort of want to kiss u” au
“i thought u had a crush on
our friend and u thought i had a crush on the same friend when in
reality, we have a crush on each other” au
“we fucked last night and i left
before u woke up and ur standing in front of me right now… for a
job interview” au
“we’ve been married for 2
years now and u just had surgery that left u real fucking dopey and
u keep telling me that u wanna take me out and marry me” au
“this is my first time at a gay
bar and i’m kinda nervous so i got real drunk and now ur listening
to me rant on and on about how gay two characters are for each
“i drunk texted u thinking u
were my ex and in the morning i woke up to a hangover and a long ass
text from u telling me i could do better and shit” au
“i’m a popular fanfiction
writer and u catch me writing the latest chapter in a cafe, and we
end up talking and i keep going on and on about this cute commenter
who i find out is u when u comment on the next chapter” au
“ur my best friend’s older
brother and u just caught me singing along to my to best friend’s
brother by victoria justice with a bunch of dicks drawn on my face.”
“ur in a band i really like but
ur band name is fucking stupid so i made an anonymous twitter
account with new band name suggestions except it got really popular
and now u wanna meet me” au
“ur my daughter’s teacher
and u asked to meet me after school so i got real scared and now i’m
shouting at u about how u shouldn’t make assumptions about a
child’s skills due to their disability” au
“u helped me shout at some prick
at a bar” au
“ur the really sassy blind
kid in my class who always brightens up my day with ur remarks and
one day u confront me abt why i always laugh” au
“its a school reunion and woah u
got really hot and woah we’re fucking in the bathroom” au
“we’ve been binge watching this show for a while
and then i found out u didn’t ship my otp so i spent the rest of
the day convincing u to ship them together” au
Sometimes I still get these urges to contact you.
It feels like pure desperation… Like my skin is crawling and my eyes are burning and I just want you back in my life so badly….
And I don’t know why? Where these sudden urges come from?
Why do I still do this, even after all this time?!
It’s like I'm getting out, I'm almost clear…. and then suddenly I feel like I would do absolutely anything just to have you back in my life again.
Even for a single moment…. Just to see you, talk to you - ANYTHING!
It’s like I don’t WANT to be out, I still want to be in love with you because in my mind, loving you equates to happiness and I just want that back… just for one second.
But I have to remind myself it’s not healthy.
Loving you is not like it used to be - it's not real anymore.
It’s not happy, it’s not positive…. and it’s gone and I can’t go back.
All I can do is put the phone down, blink back the tears … and keep moving forward.
Disclaimer: I am extremely exhausted at the moment, so if this is bad I am so sorry lmao I just felt horrible for slacking off so much on writing and came up with this little drabble/scenario~
“Jagi..” You could hear your boyfriend sweetly coo as he attempted to gently shake you awake, “Jagiya wake up, please..” He whined. “It’s important.”
Despite how utterly exhausted you were, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him the attention he wanted, “Ya know- you might try to act all daddy all the time and stuff, but you sure act like a child when you want attention..” You halfheartedly teased, turning to face him.
Yugyeom pouted as soon your gaze met his, “Why do you have to be so mean in the mornings babygirl?” He asked in a childish tone.
“Because I am not a morning person. This is an ungodly hour to wake up at. For fucks sake the sun’s not even completely out yet.” A sleepy little giggle escaped your lips as you motioned over to open curtain that revealed the slight darkness outside, cuddling against him you sleepily asked, “What’s so important any-” Immediately you stop speaking as you felt exactly why he wanted you up so badly.
His cheeks furiously blushed a bright red, biting his lower lip roughly his eyes wandered over you. Bringing his head down, his plush lips right beside your ear he softly whispered, “Please baby.. Help your precious Oppa feel good.”
You automatically sat up on your knees, crossing your arms over your chest as you peered down at him with narrowed eyes, “Precious?’ You scoffed, “You’re anything but precious to me right now, Yuggy. I’m tired, I wanna sleep.” You pouted in the cutest way you possibly could.
Yuggy pulled the blanket off him, revealing his hardened member attempting to poke straight up; the only thing stopping it from doing so was his tight grey sweatpants. “Don’t you see how badly i want you baby?” He whined, biting his lip once more as he began to gently rub his clothed member. “Come on baby, you know Oppa can put you right back to sleep once he’s done with you.”
Though you were completely exhausted, your body began to betray you. The familiar ache in your core ignited as soon as you could see how desperate his was for you, “Fuck..” You airily whimpered as you rolled your eyes, “We can’t though. Everyone’s here.”
A sly, smug smile painted itself across Yugyeom’s face as his eyes continued their lustful wandering, “So?” He said with a shrug, “They’re all still asleep. You know that babe.”
“But they’ll wake up sooner or later, if not because of their alarms then because of all the freaking noise we make.” A playful little chuckled flowed out as you crawled over to your needy boyfriend.
Yugyeom immediately grabbed your waist and sat you on top of him; his large hands lightly caressed your curves as he began peppering candy sweet kisses along the base of your neck and collarbone. “Please baby.” He seductively whispered between each kiss. “Be a good girl for me, sweetheart- Be good for Oppa..”
His words seemed to make you melt into his embrace, soft little whines began escaping your lips as his hands and lips began exploring your body more. “F- Fuck..” You whined, gently rocking your hips back and forth on his member.
He dragged his hands back down to your hips, roughly digging his fingertips into them as you rubbed your clothed, dripping core on him. A low growl escaped him, the urge to be inside you suddenly becoming more than overwhelming.
Suddenly he tossed you back onto the bed, your body landing on the black sheets as he stood above you. “I need you now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he practically ripped your favorite pair of lace panties off of you.
“Babe! those were my favorite~” You playfully whined while he hastily pulled his sweats down, his solid cock springing free as he positioned himself between your legs.
An anxious chuckle escaped him as he grazed the tip of his member up and down your drenched slit, “I’ll get you new ones..” He looked up at you, quickly flashing a smug grin. “You’re so fucking wet princess.” He cooed, groaning loudly just as he slowly slide himself inside you. “Fuck y/n.”
Your face contorted in sweet, divine pleasure as he began pumping his length in and out of you, “God, Yuggy~” You sweetly whined as you gripped the sheets.
“Hush baby..” Yugyeom airily growled, “Do you want the others to hear?”
At first you nodded, but automatically shook your head seconds after. You wouldn’t be able to face them if they heard the two of you fucking. In between your moans you weakly replied, “No, Sir..”
“Well, too bad.. I do.” Another smug grin sprawled across his face as he picked up his speed, drilling himself inside you with each hard, long thrust. His finger tips bruisingly dug themselves into your hips. “Ask before you cum baby, got it?”
Despite how badly you tried to contain your moans, Yugyeom just wouldn’t allow it. Every second you stayed silent he fucked you harder and rougher, “F- Fuck..” You whimpered as you couldn’t contain yourself anymore, “Yugyeom!” You shouted nearly at the top of your lungs, your almost throat tearing moans now echoed throughout the dorm.
Yugyeom threw his head back in complete pleasure, groaning as your walls tightly clenched around his cock, “Shit-” He hissed as the sensation began bringing him closer to his climax, “You gonna cum babygirl?” He breathlessly asked as he lowered himself on top of you.
“Oh god-” You whined, nodding rapidly while loudly whimpering as the sudden slight change in his position hit your most sensitive spot perfectly. “Yes, holy shit- I’m wanna cum, please let me cum.”
The sheer desperation in your voice nearly threw him over the edge right then and there. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy, “Me too baby- “ He whimpered as he broke the heated kiss, “Me too, cum with me babygirl. Cum with Oppa..”
And with that your body seemed to waist absolutely no time at all. Your orgasm wracked through you; turning you into a shaky, drowsy mess. “Oh- Oh god..” You whimpered as you felt your walls contract around him once more, the sensation drove your newly sensitive body crazy. Your eyes rolled back as you roughly bit your lip as your orgasm slowly came to a halt.
Yugyeom followed you over the edge seconds later, “Ahhh~” He breathlessly whined, groaning loudly as he shot his load inside you. He practically collapsed on top of you as exhaustion took over, “Holy fuck..” He said once more as he wrapped his arms around you.
Just as you cuddled into his embrace, your sleepiness returning almost immediately, he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “I love-” His sentence immediately being cut off by the sound of whispering coming from the other room.
“Hey! If you guys are done fucking now do y’all want breakfast? Mark and I are starving!” Jackson shamelessly shouted from across the hall, completely killing the moment.
You buried your face in Yugyeom’s chest, lightly punching him as embarrassment took over. “I hate you..” You shyly teased. “How can I face them now?”
A playful smile spread across his face as he planted another kiss on your head, “Yeah! Y/n’s pretty tired out though, and she might not be able to walk right now so she’s gonna stay in bed for a while.” Your boyfriend puposely shouted back in reply. He gently cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. a soft chuckle flowed out of him as your eyes met his. “Jagi~ How does breakfast in bed sound?”
My first Reid smut! Just an idea that popped in my head. PWP. Spencer Reid x Reader smut. The reader wonders just how Spencer gained his stamina in the bedroom, he shows her just how he gained that skill.
“Spencer, can I ask you something kind of,” You hesitated, “Personal?” You were both on his couch, you lying down with your feet in his lap. It was one of his rare weekends without a case or paperwork. You both opted for a quiet night in after going out to lunch.
“Sure?” He said looking up from his book, a little concerned. “We’ve been together for months Y/N, I hope you know you can ask me anything.”
“How do you last so long in bed?” You blurted out, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. You didn’t mean for it to sound so accusing. It was a valid question though, just the night before you came three times before Spencer even seemed close to finishing. It got you curious, and even a little worried.
You were much more aware of your surroundings now than you had been before. You checked every ally while walking, you kept your earbuds in your pocket as you rode the bus, and you hadn’t taken any more late-night trips anywhere.
And whenever you went out, you made sure to call Peter as you walked to your destination and back. He stayed on the phone with you, distracting you to keep you out of your worries but not too much so that you could still stay aware of your surroundings. It comforted you, and it stayed true to his words.
“I’ll protect you.”
You smiled whenever you remembered it, and the look on his face as he said so. And maybe you were getting too caught up in that other world where Peter was in love with you, but you could handle it. It was nice to imagine.
But still, it became harder and harder to pull yourself out of it each day. When you saw Peter in the hallways, walking towards you with a smile, you forced yourself to remember he wouldn’t be wrapping his hand around your waist and kissing you on the cheek. He wouldn’t hold your hand as you walked to your classes together, and he wouldn’t walk you home while holding you close to him to protect you from any hidden villains.
“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard Peter’s voice from next to you. You turned, looking at him with a smile to see him smiling at you back.
You’re not together. You’re not together. You’re not together.
“Hey, Pete. Ready for lunch?” You asked, shutting your locker and beginning to walk. He followed next to you.
“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed him look down at his feet nervously. “So, uh-”
“(Y/N)!” A voice yelled from in front of you guys and you looked from Peter to see Ned frantically walking towards you.
“Hey, Ned,” you said, a confused tilt to your head. “What’s up?”
“I need to talk to you, now,” he said, looking between you and Peter. You looked to your side to see Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. He was biting his lip, and he too was looking between you and Ned.
“Okay,” you said slowly, and now you were looking between the two. “I’ll meet you at the lunch table, Peter. Don’t wait up.”
His head snapped to you, a slightly betrayed expression on his face and you weren’t sure what it was doing there. “Yeah, okay,” he said, before walking past you and Ned quickly. You stared after him as he rushed through the many people in the hallway, not looking back at you or Ned.
“What do you want, Ned,” you looked back at him, slightly annoyed that he interrupted your time with Peter.
“I need to talk to you,” he said, grabbing your arm and dragging you into a nearby supply closet.
“Yeah, you mentioned,” you grumbled as he closed the door with a slam.
“You need to tell Peter you like him,” he said when he turned around, and your jaw dropped.
“You need to,” Ned practically begged, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. “Please.”
“Why do you want me to so badly?” You asked curiously, pushing his arms away from you. You wouldn’t do it even if he gave you a reason, but it didn’t make sense for Ned to be so invested in this.
“I need him to stop talking about you. It’s driving me ins- oh no.”
When your eyes widened after he spoke the words, so did Ned’s as he realized what he had revealed. “He talks about me?” You said, voice high and airy.
He talked about you? What did he say?
Ned stayed silent, and this time it was your turn to grab his shoulders. “Ned, what does he say about me?”
“He, I, uh,” Ned stumbled over his words, and you weren’t sure whether it was because he didn’t want to reveal his friend’s secrets or because of the barely-any space between you two. “I, can’t, really, say?”
You groaned loudly and let your hands fall to rest on your hips as you glared at him. You were about to speak when he began again.
“But if I’m telling you to ask him out, then,” he paused for dramatic effect, moving backwards towards the door. “Do with that information what you will,” he finished and then opened the supply closet door, moving into the hallway.
You stood there by yourself for a few seconds, thinking about his words, about what they could mean. And you knew what they were implying, you knew, but you didn’t want to get stuck in that world again. You might never come out of it if you did.
“Wait, Ned,” you said, following him out into the hallway. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged at it for him to turn around. “Are you saying Peter likes me?”
And you wouldn’t get your hopes up, you didn’t want to, but when Ned turned around and said, “You know I can’t tell you the answer to that,” you felt them slowly built up on their own.
You turned around and closed the closet door, taking a moment to close your eyes and breathe deeply when Ned couldn’t see your face. You turned back around and said, “Come on, let’s get to lunch.”
He nodded in response and the two of you walked side by side to the cafeteria silently, you being trapped in your own thoughts.
You had dreamt about it for what seemed like so long, for Peter to want you back, and you had been stuck in that imaginary world where he did so often recently, but now. Now that world could actually be the one you were living in.
Maybe you would ask him out, you thought. You hoped you would soon gain the guts to do so.
As you felt yourself grow excited to see Peter in just a few minutes at lunch, you were unaware of his presence a few yards behind you and Ned, watching you guys exit the closet together and walk down the hall together with angry eyes.
************************* I’ve had such a block on this part because I know where I want to go with this story but this part got me stuck. But I hope you guys like it!! Let me know what you think. Only two parts left after this one, guys! Requests are open :)
Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au
Word Count: 8,046
A/N:This is the direct continuation to the first part of “You Deserve Punishment”.Please read the first part, if you haven’t already, or else you’ll be confused. Extreme vulgar language use. Graphic descriptions of sex. (blowjobs, penetration, food play, anal, etc). Threesome, bondage, and overstimulation (rough) is in this story. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Some yaoi (boyxboy). This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“The reason I wanted you to leave is because I
couldn’t control myself from you. Every time I see you, all i want is to bend
you over and fuck you till you beg for me to stop………But you’ve disappointed me
Y/n. You disrespected your oppa. You’re so bad….… and bad girls deserve
You freeze when he tells you this. Control himself from you? He wants to do what with me? What the hell
is going on? He…. has to be lying…….he hates me. “You’re lying…” you say
shaking your head. How could he even be attracted to you?