plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do
word count : 1403
notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging
Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.
There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.
One ring. Two ring.
More tears gathered in his eyes.
You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.
More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.
The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.
“Justin? You there?”
He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.
“Justin?! Are you okay?”
The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.
It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.
“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”
“I- I can’t. I-”
The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.
“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.
Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.
“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.
“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”
He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.
“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.
“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”
He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.
“Everything will be okay”
It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.
He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.
“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.
You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.
You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.
“I- uhm I-”
“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”
You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.
“I’m sorry, I just I-”
He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.
“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.
He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.
Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.
“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.
“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.
The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.
“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.
Justin shook his head, like you expected.
“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”
He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.
You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.
You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.
Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.
You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.
He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.
“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”
“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.
He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.
“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.
“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”
You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.
“How are you feeling?”
As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.
“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.
And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.
“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”
And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.
I LOVE YOU WRITINGS Can you PLEASE write a fic were peter takes his s/o on dates to the tops of buildings as spider man a lot to the point were people beging looking for spider-man girlfriend and pictures of them start showing up on websites and news broadcasts
a/n - i’ve gotten multiple requests to write this kind of fic, and i hope it doesn’t disappoint and is a flop like me anyways don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like or follow! also peter looks like he’s listening to a pretty funky beat in the gif LMAOOOOO
The sun was setting over Queens after the clock struck seven in the evening. My back was pressed up against Peter’s chest, breathing in the view as he was holding me close by. His mask was in my lap as his chin rested on my shoulder, rocking me from side to side.
Sitting at the roof of a busy building in town was a bit of a risk, but somehow Peter and I were willing to make such an attempt. During times together like these, he would become so equipped and steady to grab him mask at any point and run off with me, keeping our affair a secret as best as he could.
I leaned back even more and look up at his face, only being able to see his cheeks. I chuckled as he looked down, pressing a kiss on my lips as a smile melted onto his face as well. Our hearts were both jumping from mile to mile until Peter broke the kiss, putting his mask on within a second.
How about a semi angsty fight with the rfa+V but they make up because HAPPY ENDINGS ARE NICE
I’m a slut for angst don’t give me this power
✮ you had accidentally knocked the power cord to his computer while you were cleaning and he was playing LOLOL ✮ he screamed ✮ he was ranting and raving about how he was in the middle of an important raid and he was so close to levelling up ✮ and you’re kinda standing there with a laundry basket and a pile of clothes almost over your head ✮ and you don’t know what to do ✮ you kind of want to cry ✮ you kind of want to throw the laundry at his head ✮ until ✮ “rika never did things like this!!” ✮ oh ✮ of course ✮ it somehow always got back to this point. comparing you with rika ✮ sometimes he didn’t mean it or even realise he’d done it. but this was different ✮ you remain eerily calm, putting the laundry down before turning to glare at yoosung ✮ a wave of realisation hits him and he’s just full of guilt ✮ you very calmly tell him you’re going to spend the night with jaehee, and ask him not to contact you ✮ he begins crying and pleading with you to stop and stay ✮ he’s so sorry and he’s just hating himself while you pack an overnight bag ✮ he’s practically on his knees and following you, begging you to stay ✮ you kind of pause when you see the raw sorrow in his face ✮ you sigh and stop for a moment ✮ you’re hurt but you know that you have to talk it out with yoosung for it to get better ✮ you both talk for a few hours, and he completely understands your viewpoint and he apologises 18923475829 times ✮ he stays off of LOLOL for a few weeks, and even after that he tries not to get too obsessed– because that’s how the whole problem started ✮ he just doesn’t want to lose you
✎ you just wanted her to stop working so much ✎ she was working overtime at the cafe ✎ so much that she practically lived there ✎ she was there after-hours and before-hours ✎ sometimes she slept there and wouldn’t come home ✎ so you book a holiday for her in secret, making plans behind her back for the cafe so it can function without her ✎ you tell all the employees and the deliverers who are close with the shop ✎ but when you sit jaehee down and announce your plan ✎ she gets so cold ✎ she wants none of it ✎ she’s not overworking herself dammit ✎ she’s just doing what needs to be done ✎ you try telling her that she doesn’t need to coddle the cafe, that you and the other emplyees were fully capable of running it ✎ but she’s so worked up ✎ and she says that you can’t ✎ you’re clearly offended and you’re upset that your hard work planning this holiday for her is being pushed aside ✎ somehow, you get her to take the holiday and see how it pans out ✎ she’s calling you constantly ✎ eventually you start ignoring her calls and texts ✎ she gets so freaked out that the cafe is literally crumbling with you in charge so she rushes home ✎ and you’re so mad when she rushes into the cafe, only to stop when she sees everything is going as usual ✎ “b-but you weren’t answering my calls! I thought something happened!” ✎ “jaehee i was ignoring you because you have no trust in me and I was busy making sure you could enjoy your holiday!” you were screaming ✎ she felt so bad ✎ she took her vacation and came back a lot better ✎ you two made up, and she explained that her problem came from being jumin’s assistant for so long (if she didn’t do her job everything fucked up bc jumin is horrible at his job lmao) ✎ she was a lot more calm after that and took breaks when she needed to (even took some time off on every second weekend- when you took care of the cafe)
✿ he was working ✿ of course ✿ his job was the root of most of your arguments as a couple ✿ but this time he had gone out for drinks with the cast ✿ while you were standing outside of a restaurant waiting for him- you were going to have a date since filming was wrapping up that day (which is why the cast was having drinks in the first place) ✿ you had faith in him, and stayed there until the restaurant closed ✿ which was very, very late in the evening, seeing as it was part bar ✿ as you were walking home, upset ✿ zen came stumbling out of the bar with his castmates ✿ he doesn’t notice you at first ✿ until one of his acting buddies points at you, not recognising you, and laughs about how you’re soaked in rain and look like you’ve had that worst day of your life ✿ you hear him ✿ zen chuckles slightly before looking closer and realising who it is ✿ swears up a storm as he pushes away everyone- muttering out something like ‘ssss my girlfirendddd’ ✿ he tries to grab you because you’re storming away ✿ he’s trying to coo and ask you why you were out so late because he’s drunk and doesn’t remember ✿ you slap his hands away before screaming at him ✿ “I was waiting for you! Our date for celebrating the end of filming?! Guess you had other plans, huh?!” ✿ he’s so shocked like ✿ it looks like he’s been smacked in the face ✿ he follows you all the way home, apologising profusely ✿ you make him sleep on the couch and lock yourself in the bedroom ✿ when he wakes up the next morning he remembers, even through his wicked hangover ✿ he cooks an amazing breakfast and waits for you to come out ✿ when you do he hands you flowers with a card about how sorry he is ✿ he swears that he’ll make it up to you- and never let it happen ever again
₩ he was planning on properly introducing you to his father ₩ but he was getting so controlling ₩ he literally dressed you and did your hair and practically gave you a lecture on how to act and what to say ₩ you’re kind of pissed at him but try to understand that he’s just stressed about how his father will react ₩ his father loves you, and you loosen up- begin to be yourself ₩ his father leaves after blessing your relationship together ₩ but jumin is fuming ₩ ‘what were you doing?! I told you not to say this or that’ blah blah ₩ you’re just so shocked ₩ “jumin that’s not who I am!” ₩ “that’s who you should be!” ₩ silence. ₩ jumin has never been afraid of anything ₩ but he’s afraid of this silence and the tears that are slipping down your cheeks ₩ he’s afraid of what he said. he’s afraid of himself ₩ he stumbles over his words as he tries to apologise, saying that isn’t what he meant ₩ you can’t hear him though, all you can hear is his previous words echoing through your head ₩ you tell him you’re sleeping in the guest room that night- the only thing you said before locking him out ₩ when you get up the next morning ₩ you open the door and see jumin sitting on the ground agains the wall next to your door, elizabeth pulled to his chest ₩ his eyes were puffy and his cheeks and nose red ₩ he had a note next to him that he hadn’t finished ₩ it read ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, tear stains smudging some of the letters ₩ you sigh, and kneel down to wake him up ₩ he explains that he thought his father wouldn’t accept you unless you were like the other women and he didn’t want his father to come between your relationship anymore than he already had with the Sarah bullshit ₩ and you make up but he spends so long reassuring you that he loves you so much, just the way you are
✞ he was doing it again ✞ he was trying to push you away ✞ someone had approached you while you were on the street, asking about a ‘707′ ✞ when you told saeyoung he got so scared and reverted back to his old ways ✞ trying to push you away so that you ‘wouldn’t get hurt’ ✞ when you try to kiss his cheek he physically pushes you away (after acting hostile all day) ✞ and you trip over his wires and fall- hitting your head on the ground ✞ he’s shocked, you’re shocked ✞ he reaches forward to try and help you but freezes when you flinch away ✞ he feels like less than shit ✞ he feels like death himself. the grim reaper- that’s him. ✞ he watches helplessly as you stumble to your feet and rush off to the bedroom, locking yourself inside (even though Saeyoung had control over the locks) ✞ he spends about an hour just leaning over his desk with his head in his hands, thinking over how terrible he had been ✞ how you deserve so much better ✞ he was unstable. he was dangerous. ✞ you were the light. you were everything ✞ after a while he unlocks the door and sends your robot-cat in with flowers and a note in his mouth ✞ it’s a handwritten letter from saeyoung, telling you he was just scared ✞ that he was so sorry. that he loved you more than he could ever understand and he didn’t know how to deal with that yet ✞ you slowly walk out, seeing him sitting on the ground somewhere, surrounded by the mess that he’d made ✞ he had thrown all the cushions and pillows on the couch. ripped up the first drafts of the note. he’d even knocked one of his monitors to the ground, shattering it. ✞ you sit with him and talk together ✞ you make a plan for how you can both deal with these times better ✞ he promises to spend his life making sure you’re as happy as you can be
☼ i’m so sorry but i don’t want to hurt this precious roll
A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown
Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my
favourites. It’s as painfully awkward as
any other YouTuber’s first video. He
sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and
the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing.
Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.
of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.
guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the
movement. “Welcome to the first video on
my channel!” He’s inserted a sound
effect of people cheering. I have to
laugh. It’s so damn cringe-worthy.
goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally,
it’s everyone’s favourite part.
are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera. My heart turns to mush.
new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.
my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera. “Come say hi!”
the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.
looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear
word. A door slams somewhere out of the
my new flatmate,” he tells us. “His name
is Baz. He’s kind of a prat.”
you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen.
“Just you wait.”
and Baz do not get along. At all.
much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon
posts more frequently. He often films in
the living room, which drives Baz insane.
don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.
lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.
I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”
ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs.
“Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”
old Baz. Sarcastic and full of
himself. They don’t appear to realize
it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.
by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel. At first we only hear him from off-screen,
offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say. Many of his comments are admittedly quite
mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out. Baz is the invisible heckler. Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship
of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new
ship. “SnowBaz” they call it, and before
long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I
ship it” and “OTP”.
not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself. It feels insensitive to me, shipping real
live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts. But even I can’t deny that the two of them
would be cute together. Provided they
stop hating each other.
Baz appears onscreen for the first time.
on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera. All we can see is long black hair. He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at
Simon’s words. Once he turns his head
further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin
of his face. This time the comments are
all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.
that he starts to appear more often.
Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a
book. He’s tall, and his hair reaches
his shoulders. The expression on his
face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves
for his heckling. It doesn’t take long
for people to start commenting on how attractive he is. Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in
his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.
Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video. Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in
the background, which Simon has to pixel out.
He’s gotten better at editing at this point.
Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers
exciting. The things that Simon finds
exciting are too cute for words. They
tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost
mundane but for some reason they excite him.
He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited. He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks,
glad to just be out. He’s gone to the
grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs. Those videos are some of the best ones. They bicker about everything from which kind
of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets. Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like
he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him. Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers
into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much
as he lets on.
there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for
anyone who ships the two of them. Simon
is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.
question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone. “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right
if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.
Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a
lot. I don’t know who the person is, but
we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”
you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight. “I’m trying to read over here.”
doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s
head more than once before the video is over.
I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it. Certainly every single one of his viewers
did, which is to say over a million people.
Perhaps love is completely daft.
I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted
to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream. Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and
I settle in to join the party. He’s in a
different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I
gather that it’s his room. It looks so
clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.
leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as
they flood in. He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response,
trying to return as many of them as possible.
got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a
few more questions first.” He’s quiet
for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream. “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was
messaging you so much?’” He pauses
before answering. “Funny you should ask,
because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk
about.” He shifts on his bed. “I have a bit of an announcement -”
door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.
start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”
are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.
filming a live show,” Simon tells him.
He seems… nervous?
live show, eh?” Baz strolls over and –
wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon. We’ve never seen him this close to the
camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.
also never seen him this close to Simon before.
heart kicks up a notch. I’ve fallen down
the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely. I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go
into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity. With a click I maximize the screen, blocking
the other comments from my view. I want
to see every pixel of this.
was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his
hands in his lap.
Baz nods, apparently understanding. “Go
on, then. Carry on, Simon.”
Did he just call him Simon?
He never calls him Simon!
“I can’t do it if
you’re here!” Simon protests.
gives a shrug. “Then I’ll tell them.”
takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.
scream into my pillow.
and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.
practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently
still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth. It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced
the internet with, and it’s not even for us.
tearing up, I’m so happy for them.
lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera.
“That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there. Don’t think we don’t know.” He winks.
He fucking winks.
then he leaves.
turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy. He grins sheepishly.
yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”
daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)
How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many
sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?
This is a short list of the very few I could think of off
the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been
meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different
pairings as well.
“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!” Derek raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress. Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”
A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.
the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my
fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting
on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.
came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see
anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything
was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears,
but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my
breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around
the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.
When your mom left to go into one of the decorated classes in the kindergarten, you then noticed that you weren’t alone in the room, in fact a little witness has looked at all the interaction between you and your mother.
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You entered the kindergarten without even taking off your shoes, the smell of milk powder and disinfectant all over the place, the mix of a comforting smell and a very strong one made your head spin a little. Or maybe it was because you entered the place so quickly, making your body shock from the difference of temperature.
❝Y/N?❞ the lady at the desk questioned putting her thin glasses over her nose. You turned around quickly, your hair falling everywhere over your back.
❝Mom❞ you whined as soon as you saw her familiar face. You walked - almost running - to her desk and dropped your bag on the floor, your nose and cheeks red from the cold outside and your eyes glossy and she was not sure why.
She frowned and walked out from behind the desk, her hair was up in a messy bun and she was already packing her things to finally come out of the kindergarten where she worked, since all the babies were home. Or so you thought.
❝What is happening, baby?❞ she asked coming to cup your face. You weren’t a mommy’s girl, she barely even gave you what you asked, but she always was there to listen to you and help you as she could.
You sniffed trying not to cry in that place, you weren’t sure if everyone left, so you just murmured: ❝I don’t have any money❞
Your mom raised an eyebrow shocked. Her concern dropping. ❝What?❞ You couldn’t even answer, her voice was thundering all over the place.
❝Y/L/N Y/N, me and your father just gave you our money, where are they?❞
You grunted passing a hand over your face, thank God you never wore makeup to go to university, so now you didn’t have to care about dirtying your face.
❝I used them to buy the books for school, my professor asked for three new volumes and now I don’t know how to buy food❞ you whined.
Now, to be true, you had your money, not all, but you could survive on noodles and water, but that was not how you wanted to live. Your university was taking you life away from your body, every single penny that you had was destined to be used for your school and you hated it.
Your mother sighed combing her hair with her fingers in a desperate gesture. ❝You need to find a job❞ she muttered to herself, but loud enough for you to hear.
❝Yes, Y/N, a job. That’s what university students do. Why can’t you find one?❞
❝I have classes everyday❞ you almost shouted, showing to your mother how you were looking, coming straight out of university. Your mother sighed again, this time looking at you with anger.
❝Listen, you have twenty-one years old, Missy, you can find a job like every other student does. Me and your father won’t be forever here to help you❞ Hearing that sentence you lowered your head.
❝Yah, don’t say that❞ you muttered under your breath, feeling little under your mother’s gaze. You knew that they wouldn’t be there forever to help, but hearing your mother say it made you more than sad. The idea of not having your parents next to you was tearing your limbs into pieces.
Another sigh - you even lost the count - left your mother’s mouth and she pointed at the little wooden bench for babies that was attached to painted wall. ❝Wait there, I’ll go see if any mom has requested for a babysitter, you’ll be alright working with babies, right?❞
You shrugged going to sit on the bench, your mother’s eyes following you. ❝I guess❞
You never had problems with babies, your older sister already had two twins, so you knew how to deal with them since she always used to leave them to you when you still were an high-schooler, but now - now you were in university, you needed to take books with you wherever you were going and taking care of a baby could be a problem. Willing or not, you had to find a job, you were twenty-one, damn, your mother was right, you had to become independent, and that didn’t only means living alone if you couldn’t even pay for your own rent and food.
When your mom left to go into one of the decorated classes in the kindergarten, you then noticed that you weren’t alone in the room, in fact a little witness has looked at all the interaction between you and your mother. You stared at him, his big brown eyes looking back at you, big puffy lips stretched in surprise when he saw you looking at him and the bangs of his chocolate hair all over his forehead and eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile when he blushed under your gaze, a big shy smile forming on his lips.
❝Hi, pup❞ you cooed caressing his head gently. He smiled wider and put his little hands in his mouth, embarrassed.
You noticed that he was the only baby there, all of his friends went back home with their parents, but he still was waiting, a big black wind jacket covered his body and a big blue scarf around his neck, almost covering all of his face.
❝Aren’t you suffocating in there?❞ you giggled dipping your fingers in his scarf so that his lips were now on full display and he could breath properly. He jumped down the bench and ran in front of you, trying to cover his blushing cheeks from his eyes showing you how good he was at running. You smiled in front of the scene, he was of course a heartthrob, the way he looked at you made you understand that he knew little girls liked him and even big girls like you did it, it was easy falling head over heels for that beautiful baby.
You laughed a little when he stopped in front of you a little dazed from all the running in circles. ❝What’s your name?❞ you asked in a hushed tone, trying not to make him run away from you again.
He frowned then looked at his little right hand, that was probably one of the most cute hand you have ever seen, and showed you with his chubby fingers the number five.
❝No, not how old are you. I asked what’s your name?❞ you tried again smiling at his cute puffy cheeks. He made a sound in approval, his face lighting up.
The voices to pronounce that name were two, the shy and little rough from not talking a lot one was the baby’s and another, way louder and manly was from the man who entered the kindergarten door in a rush.
❝Daddy❞ the little boy called out in a surprised voice and it made you heart swell in your chest. Why was this little thing so surprised that his dad came to pick him up? You looked at the man who picked the baby in his arms and kissed him lovingly on the cheeks, receiving a peck on the lips from Taeoh, than the man turned to you.
❝I’m sorry, I’m late again❞ he said looking at you with sad and sorry eyes. You blushed hard, did you look like the worker of a kindergarten?
The man frowned with a smile on his lips. You quickly noticed that Taeoh’s lips were just like his father’s.❝Where is Mrs Y/L/N?❞ he asked alluding at you mother.
You tried to smile a little in front of the ethereal image of the father and his baby holding into each other and nodded toward one of the class. ❝Uhm she’s gonna come in a minute❞ you stuttered.
That man was extremely gorgeous, you now knew why Taeoh was so beautiful. He had a father who was a full meal, he looked just magnificent in a grey coat, black button-up and black elegant pants, his hair was chocolate like, just like his baby’s, his eyes smaller than Taeoh’s, but the color remembered you of him.
You tore your gaze away from the two boys and stared in front of you. You heard the man moving a little, sitting then down on the bench, a meter away from you. Taeoh was sitting on his legs, but got bored soon and jumped down, running to you. Seeing how the boy gripped your cold hands into his, calling you out of your thoughts and asking you to stand up and play with him, warmed your chest.
A little laugh left his father lips when you turned your attention to the baby with a smile. ❝Taeoh,❞ he called him stretching an arm and tickling his tummy slightly to get his attention ❝don’t bother the little girl❞
You turned your head toward the man with a spontaneous smile. ❝It’s fine, sir❞
The man looked at you and smiled a little, his eyes soft over your face. Now that you thought about it, he looked very young, not too young to have a baby, but just… young.
❝Y/N❞ finally your mother came out of the class with two papers in her hands. When she saw the man - that automatically stood up from the bench - she smiled warmly.
❝Mrs Y/L/N❞ he smiled back bowing politely at the older woman.
You mother patted him on the shoulder, caressing then his back warmly. ❝What a coincidence, I was just going to talk about you to my daughter❞
Your head shoot up, your eyes two balls that stared into your mother soul. ❝Huh?❞
This Mr Kim raised his eyebrows truly curious about what was happening, Taeoh silently playing with your fingers and your bitten nails.
Your mother nodded and went behind the desk, Mr Kim followed her giving you his strong back and resting his arms over the desk that separated him from your mother.
❝What about?❞ he asked, raising his arm with a shock so his watch could fall out of the coat and he could see the time. You stood up from the bench too, walking slowly toward the desk, Taeoh calling for your attention.
When you distractedly looked down, you saw the baby throwing his arms up at you, clearly asking you to be held. Without thinking you just reached down and took Taeoh in your arms, walking slightly quickly to the desk and stopping in front of it.
Your mother gave you an amused look, looking quickly back down to the two papers. Mr Kim looked at you for a second and then pointed to Taeoh in your arms.
❝Yah❞ he jokingly whispered pointing his index to the boy. Taeoh’s eyes widened, but he captured quickly the playful look in his father’s eyes. ❝You didn’t want to be held, why are you bothering the Miss?❞ he asked poking the baby’s tummy. Taeoh just smiled slyly and then wrapped his arms around your neck, hiding his face in your hair.
❝Okay, so❞ you mother called both of you. ❝Jongin, Y/N is a university student and she needs money, so - since you are searching for a babysitter - I thought that maybe she could help you❞ she suggested. The so said Jongin or Mr Kim raised both eyebrows surprised, looking then at you. His eyes soft and tired.
❝That would be amazing❞ he smiled at you. Not so surprisingly you blushed under his gaze.
❝Actually, Y/N❞ your mother called you and even Taeoh turned to look at her. ❝Jongin needs a babysitter that can come pick Taeoh from school everyday and then stay with him at Jongin’s place till nine, when he comes back from work❞
❝To be honest I just need you to come to my company, I basically live there, I have the penthouse at the last floor where I live with Taeoh and it would be amazing if you could just come pick this little monster from here and take him to the company. I’m always there, so if you need anything or you need to leave - I don’t know - an hour or two before you can just send me a message and I’ll come right back into the penthouse❞
The penthouse? Shit, is he rich? You’ve never even see before a real penthouse. Are they like in the movies? That would be cool.
❝Sure❞ you muttered enchanted by your own thoughts.
Mr Kim treated you with one of the most heartwarming smiles and you almost wanted to melt down. ❝You can take your books with you, I don’t care if you want to study while you’re at my home, or play video games or chat with your friends, it’s none of my business, I just need you to stay with Taeoh while I’m not around and give him his milk and his food and keep him mentally sane. I don’t want to leave him alone at home or make him wait hours every day before I come pick him up from work❞
You smiled at him gripping Taeoh harder. ❝Mr Kim there are no problems, actually I’m glad I can take my books at your house, so I can study. You just need to tell me when I start and how to move❞
You seriously were happy that he gave you permission to take your school books with you, you really needed to pass all the year of university with the best of the grades. Taeoh seemed nice too, so you didn’t think he could cause any problem.
This was the first work you were doing where a stranger was going to pay you. Mr Kim searched for a second in the pockets of his pants, then when he reached for his wallet he opened it and took a card out of it.
❝Call me❞ he mumbled slowly picking a pen from the desk and writing down another telephone number next to the other three, then he circled one of the printed ones.
❝This one I wrote is my personal cell phone, but I don’t use it alot, so if I don’t answer after the third time, just call me on this. This is my office one, so I’ll answer for sure. You can come at my company tomorrow morning if you don’t have any class, you can come from nine to eleven, I don’t have any meeting during those hours so I’m gonna be in my office waiting for your call so I can come pick you up in the lobby❞ he explained.
Meanwhile you looked at the thick paper piece that he gave you and read the name of Kim Family Company, his name was the second one between two females names, probably his sisters since they had the same surnames and the company name was Kim Family.
❝Are you a ceo?❞ you asked out of impulse, shocked that you were in front of a person who controlled over other people’s work.
Mr Kim smiled at you, his eye terribly tired and you just started to notice how exhausted he looked. ❝I am. This is why I need a person to take care of Taeoh and me. His mother left❞ he said quietly, not caring about saying those words out loud, but your face fell into a grimace and one of your hands shot up to cover Taeoh’s ear.
❝It’s fine❞ Mr Kim smiled ❝He has to know anyway. So yeah, Y/N. If you could come tomorrow so I can show you everything that would be helpful❞
You nodded slowly taking away your hand from Taeoh’s head and then turned to your mother. ❝Good❞ she said.
❝Now, Jongin I’m gonna ask you to leave because I have to close and you❞ she pointed at you while you were passing Taeoh into Jongin’s arms. ❝Stay and help me clean everything so I can give you your money❞
Your eyes shot at the sky in an annoyed expression and you started taking your jacked off your body just to see your mother mimic with her lips ❝she’s broke❞ to Mr Kim.
❝I’m not❞ you screamed going into one of the classes to start cleaning.
You couldn’t believe your mother just said to your new boss that you had no money.
Don’t think that Jongin will remain this sweet and innocent, ‘cause hell daddy Jongin is gonna pop out and hit you all in the face hehe.
An idea I had about how Jason would have handled Thalia dying and her tree being poisoned if he’d been Greek. Enjoy!
Jason tucks his knees to his chest, fingers picking at the scab from where he cut his leg racing Annabeth. He scoots backwards, shifting his weight until the bark digs into his back. The press of the roots on either side of him is a gentle weight that let’s him breath. Camp is gone, somewhere on the other side of the hill that he can’t see or hear. Here it’s only him, his thoughts, and his sister.
“Luke said I did a good job today.” Jason’s muttered words break the silence of the hill. “He said I could be the best swordsman in camp soon. I just need to get a little bigger.” He glances at his arms, studying the faint white scars that stand out against the tanned skin. “I think you’d be proud of me. I don’t let Annabeth get into fights but I don’t let anyone be mean to her either.”
He waits, his words drifting off into the rustle of the wind through the branches. He holds his breath, listening for a creak or a groan or anything. He waits until his lungs burn as much as his eyes do before sucking in a shaky breath.
Jason stares at the dirt beneath his shoes, at the scattered needles and pinecones, at the empty hill stretched out before him.
“I miss you Thalia. I- I hate being in that cabin. I hate being alone. Please- I- I don’t want to go back there.” He blinks, pushing back on the pain that ripples up through his chest, bubbling into something that settles over his eyes and in his lungs.
The first soft, broken sob breaks from him and he clamps down on it. Luke’s voice echoes in his head, the voice that says that Thalia is gone, the voice that tells him it’s the god’s fault.
He’s so fucked out but he still wants more. His voice is gone from yelling, screaming, begging and so he rolls onto his stomach on the ruined sheets. He arches his ass up into the air and reaches back with one hand to pull his cheeks apart and show his puffy, pink, used hole.
And he waits. He hears the water in the bathroom shut off and the door swing open across the carpet. He hears one footstep and a deep inhale of breath followed by the thud of a wet towel hitting the floor. He smiles into the sticky sheets and arches his back even deeper.
He feels a hand on each of his ankles and his legs are spread. His knuckles go white as he tries to keep his hole exposed to the greedy eyes he can feel on his naked skin.
Suddenly, a deep, satisfied voice in his ear and the heat of a heavy body pressed into his back. “You’re insatiable, Dean. I fuckin love it.”
Soo this was going to be a scenario i was gonna write but i feel like you would know how to organize it better than I can lol. Where Y/N is currently giving Jimin a "helping hand" when Rapmon calls and either she keeps going while he's on the phone and he is struggling to hide the fact or she keeps going, while she is on the phone with him and Jimin tries to keep quiet but in the end Rapmon knows. Can it be funny but very smutty at the same time ? 😂 dirty talk and all that saucy stuff 😂
Of course I’m going for Jimin here because little shit fucked me up too much with Not Today
Laying down on the bed, you look ahead at
the television as your boyfriend walked back into the room moving to lay on the
bed beside you. His body dripping wet as the towel hung low on his waist. He looked
up at the ceiling breathing deeply as the steam from the bathroom roamed into
the room panting both of your skin with light films of sweat. Your eyes
continued to watch Jimin as you bit on your bottom lip before you looked back
at the screen crossing your legs because you felt an urge to touch him but you
told yourself to keep your hands at bay to yourself. Eyes twitching a bit you
cleared you throat as you tried to spark up a conversation but nothing came
out. His abs glistened with water, his damp hair, plump pink lips. His biceps
tightened up and flexed before he looked at you with a boyish smile eyes dark.
“Something on your mind?” He asked you,
letting his tongue flick out to lick his bottom lip and you growled looking
“Nothing in particular.” You lied looking
at the wall next to you.
“Jagiiiiiii. Don’t lie to me, I can tell
when something is on your mind.” He drawled letting his fingers dance up and
down your bare thighs. Shuddering you bit on your bottom lip cursing because he
made you weak. He was sinful and dammit you hated him. A pink cotton candy
headed fool. “Yah!” He whined leaning forward to peck against your neck licking
gently a little mark against your spot causing you to push him back.
“Aright, alright alright. I want to give
you a hand job.” You mumbled out the last part slowly and shyly looking down at
“What?” Jimin asked you with a crooked
smirk. He had heard you, and even in just those little words his cock managed
to harden under the confines of the towel wrapped around his waist. But he
wanted to hear you say it again. Just because he liked teasing you. “Baby speak
up?” He asked again tapping your leg.
“I said I want to give you a hand job!”
You shouted looking at him with burned red cheeks. He laughed at the anger trying
to build up in your eyes because you were embarrassed. He shook his head
leaning forward to brush his lips against yours and he nipped on your bottom
lip pulling back.
“Do it then. Touch me baby. You know I
like it when you do. And keep in mind last night you did leave me hanging.”
Jimin frowned nuzzling your nose continuing to kiss your lips with his own plump
ones until you were nodding with a slight sigh of resignation.
“Fine! I will touch you. Lay back so that
I can take care of you, you little needy baby.” You mumbled softly watching him
wink at you with a bright smile of victory. Jimin moved towards the headboard
watching you with hooded eyes he bit on his bottom lip slowly letting the towel
fall on the bed on either side of him. He spread his legs wide, his hardened
shaft pressing against the lower pit of his stomach standing proud and tall waiting
for your attention.
“Come on baby girl. Get a grip.” He
teased and you wanted to face palm at the corn innuendo. He kept hurling dirty
jokes at you as you crawled between his legs pressing them down against the
mattress. Grabbing at his shaft just to shut him up, you watched him moan in
pleasure rolling his head back against the headboard. Your tiny hand tried to
fit all of his cock inside your palm moving slowly you jerked on his organ
watching it move as he bucked his hips up. You loved how he moaned for you, his
hand fisting at the sheets as he enjoyed your touch. He licked his lips again
trying to take deep breaths but he always melted when you touched him,
especially like this. How you stare at him, disheveled hair falling in your
face, your body hunched and eyes concentrated on him. He saw how you looked at
him with hunger, how your hand gripped harder onto him wanting to elicit more
moans from him. It was too much and part of him wanted to push your head down but
he would let you keep the pace you were going at. In a few minutes the room was
filled with sinful moans from Jimin who was a submissive mess against the
headboard panting and begging for more.
You watched him feeling your own stomach
tighten and your pussy was beginning to dampen your panties with how much you
wanted Jimin, it was something about how he reacted to you pleasuring him that
made you always want to do it. Your hand moved a bit faster, your thumb pressed
against his tip the precum oozing out. Jimin was breathless sliding down the
headboard and the next sound you heard instead of a scream was his phone going
off. Both of you froze and you looked at the source were the noise was coming
from. Jimin frowned, he wasn’t going to answer it as it shut off. Looking down
at you he wiggled his hips and you got the hint starting to move your hand
again. Once again Jimin’s phone was going off causing you to stop as he
growled. Picking up his phone his body was red and voice stern as he answered.
“Hello.” He said cryptically only for his
demeanor to fall a bit. “H-hyung-ah!” Jimin almost moaned out on the phone
glaring at you because your hand started to move again. Shrugging your shoulders,
you mouthed ‘you wanted to get off, right?’ smiling sweetly as he glared at
“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked Jimin
frowning at how light and airy his voice was because Jimin was acting weird.
“Mmmmmm, just enjoying this lovely view
of this show.” Jimin admitted watching as your tongue darted out to lick around
the tip of his shaft. He bit on his bottom lip, watching as your tongue danced
up and down his shaft, taking quiet short breaths Jimin felt his back arch as
his cock throbbed the phone almost slipping from his hand. He was trying not to
respond much to Namjoon in fear that saying anything would make him moan and
blow his cover. He was trying to pull you up by your head once your tongue
started to play with his balls but you fought him licking and sucking at his
sack only to have Jimin losing his shit.
“You don’t sound to good man.” Namjoon
started as they went more into the conversation pressing the speaker button he
sat the phone down letting Hoseok and Yoongi listen in onto the quiet line.
“Yeah.. Hyung, I feel a bit bothered.”
Jimin harshly gritted his teeth.
“What’s wrong did you eat something bad?”
Namjoon asked as his smirk grew wider trying not to laugh at the poor male on
the other end of the phone.
“I have a s-stomach ache.” Jimin
whimpered his face burning as he buried his head into the pillow pressing the
phone down beside him he also turned Namjoon on speaker, one hand gripping at
the back of your head Jimin started to thrust his hips up, moaning silently as
your hand and mouth worked to bring him closer.
“You should take something for that.
Those things don’t usually end to good. It’s like seeing white if you hold it
in for too long.” Namjoon said wryly his dimples popping out on his plump
“I don’t know- it’s hard to get it out.”
Jimin frowned trying to choke you in punishment for what you were doing your
fingers dancing along his balls, it had his stomach tighten up.
“You know, its ok to release it all
Jimin. A boy your age, has nothing to be ashamed about. We all get stomach
pains and we need help letting go of such things, which is why we have other
partners to help us along the way. I think that what you’re doing is a step in
the right direction.” Namjoon continued to talk on and on receiving a fry being
thrown from Yoongi and a snarky remark from Hoseok as they looked around the
little diner place they were in.
“You r-really think so hyung?” Jimin
asked, his eyes dropping shut as he finally allowed you to pull back with a
pop. Breathing heavily your hand continued to move faster on his wet shaft,
your lips chapped, cheeks red and puffy your eyes hooded and spit was
everywhere. It was sloppy and messy and perfect all at once.
“Yes, get rid of the stomach pains or you
will be cranky and bitter. And it will hurt much more.” Namjoon choked on his
soda, as a waiter walked by given them a look of indignation. Causing a round
of laughter from the two males across from him.
Jimin nodded his head not responding back
because he couldn’t. Taking your chance, you leaned down taking him back into
your mouth willingly choking and gagging on his cock. It hit the back of your
throat, and you swallowed around him your teeth gently grazing his shaft with
your teeth along his veins, Jimin let out a loud cry of pleasure as he started
to cum in your mouth. The white substance sliding down your throat and filing
your wet cavern. You looked up at him started to swallow around his shaft
licking him up trying to clean him. He panted against the sheets and a round of
clapping was heard and so was cheering causing your eyes to widen as well as
“Do you feel better now that you’ve
busted a nut?” Namjoon asked as he chuckled deeply and other little chatter was
heard in the background from the others. Jimin was so embarrassed he just lay
there looking at the ceiling with a red face and part of you felt bad. Reaching
for the phone you cleared your throat.
“I think you guys broke Jimin.. How did
you know?” You asked part ashamed but not regretting anything.
“I think you meant to say you broke
Jimin. Besides, how could we not know? Jimin is always energized on the phone, making
little jokes or anything but you took one lick and he was melted.” Rap monster
“Well, I started to use my hand first and
then he got really needed so I-“
“YAH HOW DARE YOU!” Jimin shouted
grabbing the phone causing strings of snorts and laughter to be head through
the phone. Jimin felt himself getting more fed up with you, part because of how
true you were and another part because you were embarrassing him. Grabbing the phone,
he pinned you down under him growling through the lines all playfulness gone. “Sorry
hyung’s I’ll have to start this back up later. I have a problem to solve.” Hanging
up he took out the battery from his phone pushing it off the bed and flipping
you on your stomach with a dark deep laugh.