wobbly jelly

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Peter accidentally is given love potion right in front of Tony and he's been acting super lovey all day only for Tony to find out it hadn't actually affected him he just wanted to have an excuse to love Tony. Weird Wednesday

VERY LATE. Hope you like it anyway! :>

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“You should try this drink.” says the barkeeper and gives Peter a lovely pink cocktail. Peter grins.

“I like the color.” says Peter and shrugs. Tony next to him looks at the cocktail and shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t drink that.” says Tony. Its not his first time in a spacebar, but he knows a few drinks thanks to Rocket and Drax.

“Why not?” asks Peter. They were drinking colorful cocktails tonight, because Peter said he is only ever drink beer and nope. Thats not a good way to celebrate another victory.

“It’s a love potion.” answers Tony and grins. The pink cocktail even has a heart symbol in it. The woman behind the counter smiles and doesn’t take the drink away.

Tony hates her.

What if Peter drinks that and falls in love with her?

When Tony was in a spacebar for the first time Gamora had received such a drink from a stranger and…lets just say it didn’t end very well for the man.

Gamora told him then that the drink makes you fall in love with the person you first see after you finished the drink.

Tony shudders.

“Cheers!” says Peter and he still smiles. Tony wants to take his glass away, because he doesn’t need to see Peter flirting with that girl behind the counter, thank you.

But Peter is faster and downs the glass in one gulp. He has his eyes closed and then turns towards Tony.

He opens his eyes and Tony squawks.

“What are you doing?” whispers Tony and Peter smiles. His normally blue eyes are surrounded by a light pink ring. He still looks stunning.

“Hey there.” purrs Peter and he looks Tony up and down.

Tony hopes so bad that he isn’t blushing.

“Peter.” says Tony and he tries to stay calm. But Peter just smiles.

“I love how you say my name, doll.” says Peter now and Tony gets goosebumps. Wow that voice can go really deep.

“You don’t know what you are saying!” says Tony and he is sooo fucked. In the bad way.

“Well then what do you want me to say?” asks Peter and he takes Tonys hand in his and kisses his knuckles. Tony nearly swoons.

“Rocket!” squeaks Tony and a moment later Rocket shows up, with Groot on his shoulder.

“Whats up, Stark?” asks Rocket and then looks at Peter.

“He drunk a love potion.” says Tony and smiles sadly.

“Ah. I understand.” Rocket nods at that, jumps on the counter and then gives Peter a hard clap on the forehead.

“Are you out of your mind?” he hisses and looks around for other people who could have heard that.

“No i’m in love with Tony.”

Tony nearly dies. He squeaks again and Peter smiles just even more sweetly at him.

“Okay we are leaving. Drax? Take Gamora and Yondu.” yells Rocket and stands up again. Tony wants to go after him, but Peter stops him and tries to hold his hand.

“W-what are you doing?” stutters Tony and Peter even interlock their fingers. Tony blushes a deep red.

“Holding your hand.” replies Peter and he squeezes Tonys hand.

“P-please…” says Tony. stop that, he doesn’t say.

Ten minutes later they are at the milano again and Tony is still holding Peters hand.

“What are you doing?” asks Gamora and she smiles at them. Tony looks down.

“I’m courting Tony.” answers Peter finally and then shrugs. Tony says nothing.

“Oh then have fun.” says Gamora and with another wink in Tonys direction, she is gone. Drax just shrugs and follows her.

“This is not how i imagined you would come together, but whatever.” grins Rocket and with another wave, he yondu and Groot leave as well.

“Okay.” says Tony loudly at the now nearly empty room.

Okay.” he says again because what the fuck is his life.

“Well i think you are a lot more than just okay.” grins Peter and Tony facepalms.

Not okay.” he says and tries to be confident.

“Why?” Peter frowns and when Tony looks at him again and the pink in his eyes glints even more.

“Look i think we should just go to bed and…” starts Tony and holds his hand up to open his room. But Peter is faster and holds the door closed.

“Huh that fast hm?” he purrs into Tonys ear and Tony gasps quietly.

Peter is pressed against him and nuzzles his cheek. Maybe this is just a dream. Or Tony drank a poison, too and that killed him.

“T-that was not w-what i wanted to say.” stutters Tony when Peter puffs against his ear. Tony shudders.

Oh.”

“You are so beautiful.” whispers Peter and kisses Tonys cheekbone. Tony is jelly. Wobbly jelly. Peter holds him mostly up now.

“I’m in love with you.”

And then Peter kisses him on the mouth and Tony can’t help himself.

He slaps him.

Ow what the fuck!” says Peter and stumbles back. He had closed his eyes for a moment and holds his cheek. When he opens his eyes again there is no pink left.

“Goodnight.” says Tony shortly and this time Peter doesn’t stop him, when he opens his door.

When it closes behind him, Tony cant hold back those tears that flooded his eyes since he saw Peter drinking that love potion. He sobs quietly.

Well not really quietly it seems. Because half an hour later it knocks on his door.

“What?” whimpers Tony and holds his pillow against his chest.

It’s Peter.

“Hey i uhm… came here to apologize.” says Peter and Tony looks at his pillow. He feels so dumb for crying.

“ ’s okay.” says Tony and shrugs. Its not really, but he doesn’t want to tell Peter about his feelings. Peter sighs and climbs the ladder to Tonys bed up. He has a loft bed. Even with a slide.

Peter smiles sadly.

“Its not. Listen i didn’t want to make you feel this uncomfortable. I thought well… doesn’t matter what i thought. I think i read some signs very wrong and i’m sorry. Wait. That sounds like you did something wrong too, which you didn’t and…” Peter rambles and Tony sniffles.

“Peter. Stop.” he says and he is so tired.

“I’m sorry. Really.” says Peter again and he looks like he wants to touch Tony. But he doesn’t.

“Not your fault. Just the potion. You couldn’t know that you would play with my feelings.” says Tony and Peter opens his mouth.

He closes his mouth.

Then opens it again.

“Well no?” he says and Tony looks up. His eyes are so light with all those tears in it. Peter wishes he could paint that.

Not that he likes Tony seeing in pain…but you know.

“Maybe you don’t remember. Look we were at this spacebar and…” starts Tony and Peter shakes his head.

“Okay. Wait. Yeah i knew i drank that but… well do you know how it works?” asks Peter carefully and Tony nods.

“Yeah. You love the first person you see and …well you looked at me right after you drank it.” answers Tony and Peter holds his breath.

“Oh. Well thats not right.” says Peter and he smiles shyly. Its strange to see Peter this shy. He even blushes a bit.

“Gamora told me. I saw it.” says Tony and exhales loudly. He seems so stressed. Peter smiles sadly.

“Yeah well you are talking about the Knowhere love potion. That wasn’t what i drank.” says Peter calmly, even though his heart beats so loud.

“What?”

“Hm. Well you see i drank the one from Asgard. And it has other effects.” says Peter and Tony wipes away his tears.

“What effects?” he asks and its Peter now who looks down.

“Okay so when you drink it…. you already need to be in love… otherwise it won’t work. So if you drink it you get finally the self-confidence you need to…ask your crush out.” rambles Peter and its silent after that.

Tony looks a bit shaken up, but then he sits on his knees and leans in Peter direction.

Peter smiles. Oh god finally. He closes his eyes and leans towards Tony and…

Promptly gets slapped again.

Ow!” he says. Well at least it was now his other cheek.

“You asshole! I thought this was just the potion but you…you love me!” says Tony and he grins so wide, that Peter forgets his pain for a moment.

And before he can do anything, Tony leans again towards him and this time he gets his kiss.

“You are such an idiot. But i love you anyway.” whispers Tony against his lips and Peter giggles into their kiss. Tony pretends to slap him again at that.

Peter shrugs and kisses him even deeper. His cheeks are hurting like hell. Tony is a strong man. But…

Worth it.

Mafia!Jungkook Imagine Pt.4

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

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


“What the hell are you two doing? Play tagging? Can I play along?”.

The sudden deep voice startled you and you wiggled yourself out of Jungkooks sharp grip. A young man was standing about 5 metres from you, holding a file. Big glasses were laying on his nose. He looked like a scientist. A big, boxy smile made him look really cute.

“No, Taehyung… I told you I have to train her. What are you even doing here, aren’t you supposed to mix drugs or stuff?”

The guy named Taehyung just shrugged his shoulders and kept on smiling. "Yeah, I probably am, but Yoongi asked me to tell you something. I just hope my lab doesn’t explode while I’m here… Anyways, he has a little job for you. So you should visit him when your… training is over.” He flashed you an irritated but bright smile and left in a hurry.

Jungkook seemed like he wanted to say something, but Taehyung was already halfway trough the door. As the door closed loudly, he turned around and faced you. He tried to cover it up, but you could tell he a little bit was confused. However, you didn’t want to ask him about it, he wouldn’t tell you anyways. Especially since he got back to his old self in seconds. Which included his evil smile forming on his lips.

“So… This isn’t working. I mean, you can’t run away in a real fight, so we’ll be doing it differently. I’ll teach you how to attack today and how to defend yourself tomorrow. Alright, sweetie?”

You gulped. Why was he even asking? There was only one answer.


4 hours later you knew some basic punches, mainly karate techniques, as well as a few kicks. It was more than you ever wanted to know and you were basically crawling around from exhaustion, but Jungkook seemed as flawless as ever.


“This one’s called Mawashi Geri. You basically just lift your leg up on the right or left side of your body and swing it to the front. Use your hips for that. I’ll show you.”

You watched Jungkook as he easily kicked in the air, his foot higher than your head. Damn. He was basically fighting like a young god and you couldn’t even lift your leg up to his head. And even if you could, your attacks were so weak they’d only tickle him. But you weren’t complaining, in the end it was your very first training lesson with your own kidnapper. You didn’t expect yourself to fight well or anything, even if the urge to punch him in the face was growing with every single amused expression he made. During the last few hours, the two of you had trained without a break. And you had to admit fighting really helped you to get your mind off of your current situation. However, your muscles were aching and you ’ve never felt that exhausted before. As you watched him you tried to catch your breath, but it was impossible. You really needed a break. Like, a 12- hour- break. Or a 365- days- break.

Jungkook didn’t seem to think so. He finished the kick and looked at you with a summoning expression. Really? Couldn’t he see you were already wobbling like a jelly fish? You weren’t having it. Instead you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and shook your head.

“Come on, do you even know the word break? If you do, I really need one.”, you said breathlessly.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows and- laughed. You were confused. Why was he suddenly laughing? “I was wondering when you’d finally ask. Your official training was over two hours ago, but I thought a little bit of extra training wouldn’t hurt. Especially since you didn’t complain.”

Your chin dropped to the floor. You weren’t sure whether to punch him or to scream in frustration. You ended up just giving at him a death glance, but he just seemed to laugh even more about that.

“Your lucky I can’t really move my arms right now… Don’t think you’ll get away with that.”, you said, even though you knew he was, in fact, going to get away with that. You wanted to sound angry, but you probably sounded like exhaustion itself.

“We’ll see, sweetie.”, Jungkook said grinning.

“Go to Lisas room, I think she’s got something for you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, (Y/N)." 

Before you could answer anything, he already rushed out of the room. Why was everbody in a hurry here? You sat down on the floor, finally relaxing a bit. You remembered Taehyungs words. What did he mean with "job”? Maybe you should’ve followed Jungkook. In the end, you still were a police officer. And if you ever got out of here, you surely were going to need informations to finally get the mafia down. And you weren’t going to tell anybody about your little karate lessons with a Mafia guy, that wouldn’t help anyways. But now wasn’t the time to think about stuff like that, you needed to find Lisa.

Just as you walked out of the room, you bumped into a tall guy. You quickly stepped back, you didn’t want to risk anything. However, you were curious about the other person. You’d only yet seen to people here, who yould it be? You looked up to the guys face, who stared at you.

He had pink hair and narrow, black eyes. He wasn’t smiling but you could still see the dimples on his cheeks. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt underneath. He definietly was part of the mafia, but… Your eyes widened in shock and your blood froze. Suddenly realization hit you. You knew this man. And judging from his shocked expression  he remembered you too.

He just stared at you silently, so you decided to say something. It was hard to find the right words.

“Namjoon. I always doubted you were dead. But I didn’t expect to meet a former police officer here.”

Namjoon sighed.

“You always knew I had a few problems with the mafia. Faking my death and working for them was my only option. But I see I’m not the only one. Didn’t expect to meet you here either, (Y/N).”

You pressed your lips together. All the time you’d thought he was dead. You were the one telling his family and friends. You’d seen them cry over him, you’d seen their hearts break. You’d visited his grave. And now he was here, standing right in front of you, definietly alive. This man had left everyone who loved him behind. No reason you could think of would excuse this behaviour. But in the end, he must’ve gone though what you were going though right now.

“I was kidnapped, but that’s a long story…”, you just said. You still were too shocked to confront him. The silence was awkward.

“Oh. Eum, well… I have a lot to do, so excuse me, but I need to go.”

You just nodded. But suddenly you remembered that you still needed to find Lisas room.

“Oh, wait! Do you know where room 233 is?”, you quickly asked. Namjoon turned around and furrowed his brows.

“Yeah, sure. Just take the stairs, It’s at the end of the second floor. But what do you want from Lisa?”. Now, that was strange. Why was he that irritated? Lisa said she was a newbie too, so It should be normal that she was in contact with you.

“She’s showing me around and stuff.”, you casually said as you carefully watched Namjoons expression. He seemed confused.

“Oh, ok. Just… Don’t trust her, (Y/N).”

Originally posted by yoonseok

Red Kryptonite - Kara Danvers x Reader (Supergirl)

prompt: “Hi can you do a Kara Danvers imagine when she was affected with red kryptonite please thank you” - anon

- there was a load of freedom with this prompt and i still don’t know what i was doing and i kinda went for violent red kryptonite rather than flirty but i hope it turns out okay anyway xx

*not my gif*

Originally posted by nova-in-the-attic


You tapped your fingers on the table, refusing to meet anyone’s eye. Being stood up for a date was the worst and the most embarrassing thing to happen to you (that might be stretching the truth a bit – nevertheless, it was pretty mortifying). Kara was not the type of girl to leave you on your own and not to turn up. In fact, she would never stand you up. 

After a couple of hours you gave up, placing the menu back on the table and standing up. You remained to refuse eye contact as you walked out of the restaurant you had booked, keeping your head high but inside you just wanted to wrap yourself up in your duvet and forget all about this.

You sent a quick text to your roommate, and your girlfriend’s sister, Alex to tell her you were on your way back and you needed ice cream and netflix ready.

You tried to walk home as quickly as you could, your bed calling your name. You were just outside your apartment building when a noise from the side alley took your attention. After having a quick look, you dismissed it as a cat or something and allowed yourself to think back to your warm shower and bed.

“Well, well, well. Y/N.” A voice whipped you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see someone walking out of the shadow of the side alley. You cocked your head, not recognising the voice. “What a coincidence it is to see you here. You always seem to pop up when I really don’t want to see you.”

The person moved completely out of the shadow, showing your very own girlfriend standing there. She looked different to usual, not that that was a bad thing. “Kara?” You were glad to see it was her and not some creepy guy but on remembering how she had stood you up and how she was acting now, you regained your irritated attitude. 

“Oh, what did I do wrong this time?” Kara rolled her eyes and strolled around you, circling you.

“You didn’t turn up tonight. You forgot to come to our, um, our date.” You mumbled out, her dominant nature intimidating you a lot more than you would like to admit. “I waited for hours.” 

“Oh boohoo.” She continued to round you up and slowly built up speed, up to an extent that you felt you could hardly keep up. It made you feel ill watching her circling around like that and it made you feel dizzy. “Get over it. Because why do you think I ‘forgot’?” She asked, coming to a halt behind you. She was so close you could feel her hot breath on the back of your neck. Her hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you into her.

“Kara,- stop.” Your breath hitched slightly in your throat. “W-what are you doing.” You asked and bit down your lower lip.

“I didn’t turn up because I couldn’t be bothered plus, I’m too busy to play these stupid little games with you, Y/N. I’m bored with it all to be honest.” Her grip tightened on your waist making you wince slightly.

You tried to wriggle out of her grip but it just seemed to tighten even more and so you gave in, hoping that pleading would work. You’d never had to deal with this side of your girlfriend before and you had come to the conclusion that you were now terrified. “Kara, you’re hurting me.” You then tried to pry her hands off you but again, to no avail. “Please, get off. What’s gotten into you?”

“Is my poor little Y/N whining about being in pain? Try spending an entire night talking to you. Now that is painful.” Tears began to prickle your eyes but you took a deep breath and blinked them away. But of course Kara had to notice. “Oh, come on. I’m hardly even trying to hurt you at this point. You should have seen what I did earlier.” She smirked before grabbing your arms. “In fact, maybe I’ll give you a preview.”

Before you could respond you were dangling off the edge of the building you were just at the bottom of, gripping onto Kara with all of your strength.

“Oh my god, Kara, no-”

“Kara, yes.” She responded with a gleeful tone, pushing you over the edge. You could hear her laughing as you fell, the noise seeming to follow you. Just as you were about to hit the ground you were caught again and placed on the ground, carefully.

“Who are you?” You whimpered, still trying to catch your breath and trying to get your legs to stop wobbling like jelly at the fright of the fall.

“I’m a badass. I’m also bored. You’re no fun.” The adrenaline of the fall now wearing off bought a fresh batch of tears to stream down your cheeks and this time there was absolutely no stopping it. ‘Oh, grow up.” You felt a stinging sensation on your face as your body crumpled on the floor and when you looked up, Kara was nowhere to be seen. 

What made you feel even worse was that you were relieved that she had disappeared.

The whirlwind of events had left you shaken and aching for the safety of your bed even more now. However, you felt completely in shock and unable to even walk so you texted Alex, asking her to come and get you but giving her no reasoning. 

“Y/N?” Alex’s voice called out after a couple of minutes of silence on your own. The loud noise she created made you flinch. “I swear if you’re just being lazy and want a piggyback up the stairs, I will sue you-.”

“Alex?” You called out, your voice breaking. “She hit me, Alex.” You sobbed, attracting her attention to where you were curled up on the floor of the alley. “And she dropped me off the building.” Your cries got louder as Alex stared at you in shock before pulling you into a tight hug and checking you over for injuries. “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay Y/N, I’ve got you. You’re safe now. I won’t let this happen again.” Alex kissed the top of your head a few times before helping you stand and walk back to your apartment. “You get settled, okay? And I promise this will all be sorted in the morning. Get some rest.”

You never thought that you would be scared to next face someone who was so loving and kind as Kara was. Yet you were terrified and neither a warm bed or netflix helped you get over what had happened, you weren’t sure there was much in the world that could.

Apart from your Kara that you had slept with last night. Or the Kara you had gone apartment searching with. Or the girl you had fallen in love with. But not today’s Kara, you never wanted to see her again.

Lie Down (Rydam)

A break in your regularly schedule Reyder programming for a little fluffy Rydam. I’m pretty sure I have like…two Rydam followers so I really hope you see it! :P


Sara was beginning to wonder if anyone had brought anything but EDM to Andromeda. The music was loud - and bordering on obnoxious - but Prodromos’ settlers didn’t seem to mind. The colony was expanding, its coffers were swelling, and its inhabitants’ lives were slowly growing easier. These people had more than enough reason to celebrate.

And Liam Kosta threw one hell of a party.

Sara was cowering by the bar. She used the term loosely, of course, because the bar was just the spot where Liam had decided to distribute the booze. She used the clamour by the liquor crates as a milling human shield, placing it squarely between herself and anyone who looked like they might try to strike up a conversation. She tried not to wince when the bassline shook her aching skull. She tried not to glower when the lights began to strobe. She nursed her beer against her chest, forcing a smile whenever a passer-by made eye contact. August Bradley looked her over with concern when he drifted a little too close - but Sara turned on her heel and fled.

A planet like Eos was perfect for an outdoor party. Liam had managed to scrounge up some tarpaulins, though God only knew which settler he’d convinced to part with them. Sara had seen him out here earlier in the day, scrambling around in the sand while he and the other party planners struggled to string up their cobbled-together pavilion. He’d been bare-chested, of course. That went without saying.

The night was cool, but it wasn’t cold. The air was still, but not oppressive. Sara was grateful for it when she slipped away. She’d never find peace and quiet here; not unless she buried her head in the sand - but the thumping music faded a little when she crested the nearest dune. The sharpest edges of her headache dulled.

Sara was exhausted. “SAM? You’ll warn me if anything tries to sneak up on me, right?”

“Yes, Pathfinder. Do you intend to sleep?”

Sara only grunted in response. She tried to settle down onto her haunches to enjoy the rest of her drink - but her jelly legs wobbled a little too violently, and she flopped down onto her back instead. She watched her beer drain away into the sand.

She sighed. “Fuck.”

“Dr. T'Perro has asked me to remind you that the Alliance Navy recommends active personnel maintain a healthy sleeping schedule.”

“I do keep a healthy sleeping schedule. And I’m not Alliance Navy.”

“The demands placed upon an Alliance marine are similar to those placed upon you, but the comparison is not truly necessary. Four hours of sleep per night is not considered healthy for humans in any occupation.”

“I slept in this morning, SAM.”

“That was not sleep, Pathfinder. Mr. Kosta pointed out as much.”

Sara snorted. She sometimes wondered if SAM’s apparently unintentional references to her sex life were really as unwitting as they sounded. They couldn’t be - right?

“Whatever you say,” she muttered. “But it was definitely relaxing.”

A quiet laugh sounded somewhere behind her, and Sara’s stomach tried to drop down through her spine. She twisted around, already fumbling for some way to explain herself - but it was only Liam. Thank god.

He lay down beside her on the sand. “Don’t stop talking ‘cause of me.” He was sweaty from dancing - and a little breathless, too.

“You’re hoping for an ego boost,” Sara accused. She rolled over onto her side so she could hook her chin over his shoulder, fishing around in the space between them until her fingers found his hand. “What would you like to hear?”

Liam grinned at her. His eyes were just a little bit unfocused; his smile just a little bit sloppy. “I don’t need to fish, Sara. I know I liked it. Know you did, too.”

Sara laughed. “You’re not wrong.” She didn’t have the energy for much else, so she pressed a brief kiss to the top of his shoulder. “Great party, by the way.”

Liam shrugged, letting the compliment roll off him like he did so much else. “You get good at celebrating when even the small things are a win. We used to put street parties together for people back in HUSTL - you know, once the dust settled and people stopped bleeding.”

“You’re good at this. Connecting with people.”

“Guess I am,” he replied. He smiled a vaguely tipsy smile, turning his head to brush a kiss across her lips - then paused, brows pulling together while he examined her. “You look really tired.”

Sara sighed into his mouth. “I am tired, Liam.”

“Want to go back to the Tempest?”

“No. This is your night, and I don’t want to cut it short.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows, intending to stagger upright -

But Liam kept hold of her hand. “Lie down with me.”

Sara sighed. “Liam, really -”

“I could use some sleep,” he persisted. His smile turned sly - but it was the slyness of a man who’d had one too many beers. It was painfully obvious. It was achingly sweet. “You wouldn’t just leave me here, right?”

She thought about protesting. She thought about dragging him back to the party he’d worked so hard to make perfect; maybe stumbling onto the dancefloor with her fingers curled into his shirt. She shouldn’t let her failings bring him down. She shouldn’t let exhaustion -

Liam’s hand travelled up to her collar, tugging at it with gentle insistence. “Lie down with me.”

And Sara did. Her eyes were closed before she’d even hit the sand. Liam stretched his arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his chest, and Sara nuzzled in as close as she could get. Several moments passed in almost-silence, the persistent throbbing music fading.

“Love you,” Liam murmured into her hair.

But Sara was already asleep.

Hot For Teacher

Authors note:It’s another long one *smut*

Finally, the best lesson of the day. Well, only because of your teacher, Mr Choi Minho. He taught physical education in your school and you were blessed enough to have it three times a week. Sometimes, if you were really lucky, you’d catch a glimpse of the waist band of his boxers or his abs whilst he was moving; he was sex on legs and all the girls were head over heels for him, including you.

It was hard to run during cross country as Mr Minho made your legs feel like jelly, wobbly and unstable. Enthusiastically, he was jumping up and down, cheering everyone on and encouraging them to keep running. It was embarrassing, seeing as you weren’t the most athletic in the group. You were sure that out of all the girls in the class, he wouldn’t fancy you but he seemed to like you, always giving you a warm smile and a pat on the back, his stunning warm eyes glistening as he praised you on your hard work. No matter what, you always tried to do your best and he could see that.

As you were running, you were thinking that maybe it would impress him if you tried to get more fit. Not that you thought you needed to be skinnier as you were happy at the size you were but you had to admit you could be a tad healthier. Mr Minho always said that anyone was welcome to come to him if they had a problem or a question. When it came to fitness, you had no clue where to start and perhaps, if you came to his office, he could help you. Perhaps he’d praise you on your willingness to do extra work and so, after running, you took a big drink of water for hydration and headed to Mr Minho’s office.

Confidently, you strutted in to his office; too confidently. He was peeling off his wet shirt, revealing his stunning, athletic body; your jaw dropped to the floor. You knew you should have knocked. 

“Oh. I’m sorry Mr Minho. I..I’ll come back later..”

 You stumbled on your words, not being able to take your eyes him; they were stuck to him like super glue. 

“No no, it’s okay. Please, take a seat.”

 He gestured to the chair across from his desk in a casual manor. Awkwardly, you took a seat and waited for your P.E teacher to finish patting himself down with a towel. He looked stunning, like a god. You forgot what you even wanted to say to him as he made your brain cells go all blurry. With that charming smile, he sat down across you and rested his muscular arms on the wooden desk. 

“What can I do for you (Y/N)?” 

He questioned kindly, like he sincerely wanted to listen to you. 

“Well um..I um…I was interested in wanting to get fitter but I don’t know where to start..what to work on first..” 

You tried to explain properly but you just couldn’t. Every time you looked in to his eyes, you lost all trail of thought. 

“Okay…”

 He chuckled, making your heart race and your palms get sweatier by the minute. 

“Well, what do you feel you need work on?”

 He asked as he got up and sat on the desk, closer to you. His sensual presence made it difficult to breathe.

 “Um..maybe my stomach?”

 Mr Minho frowned at your statement. 

“I think you have a beautiful body (Y/N).”

 ‘Oh no’ you thought as you felt your face heat up like a fire with your cheeks turning bright red no doubt.

 “Thank you but, I wish I had a body like yours, Sir.”

 It was brave of you to say but it was true; he was so fit that it hurt. Surprisingly, he hopped off the table, showing you his full body again.

 “Like this?”

 He questioned. Accidentally biting your lip in lust, you nodded. Gently, he took your hand in his and began to run your hand down his built frame. Your knees began to feel weak, your mouth went dry as a desert and you even had to squeeze your legs closed from the excitement you felt between them.

 “So you want your stomach to feel like this?” 

His question just seemed like a faint mumble as all you could concentrate on was the feel of his six pack. Gulping, you nodded your head, staring at his stomach.

 “Stand up (Y/N).”

 He instructed before going over to the office door and locking it. The sound of it locking echoed in your ears, bringing the déjà vu of your dreams. You couldn’t believe what was happening even though you wanted something to happen so desperately. Standing up, you allowed him to examine your figure from head to toe. His eyes on you felt incredible, like he was touching you without even moving.

 “Can I take a look?” 

He questioned, his hands holding the bottom of your gym shirt. Your heart was pounding faster than it was while you were running. 

“Sure.”

 You replied, even though you were nervous as hell to show him your body but you lifted up your arms and allowed him to slowly remove your top.

Before him, you stood in your bra and let him trace the outline the curves of your breasts and hips. It felt so good; it was beyond anything you’d felt before. 

“(Y/N), your body is perfect. I don’t know why you’d want to change it.”

 His words felt like heaven to your ears; you felt like a princess.

 “I wanted to change for you Sir, so you’d like me.” 

You uttered, going shy. 

“Hey.” 

He said softly, tilting your chin up so you looked in to his chocolate eyes. 

“I like you just the way you are (Y/N). You’re the prettiest girl in the school.”

 “I am?” 

You questioned in absolute amazement. Mr Minho nodded and let out a seductive chuckle. Your heart thumped against your chest as the two of you moved in to kiss. His plump lips were the best you’d ever had, smooth like silk. On the teacher’s chair, he sat back and allowed you straddle his lap. Feeling like a diva, you grinded against his hard on, kissing him roughly and let the sexual frustration you’d felt since forever go out of the window. You were glad he was already topless as you enjoyed feeling his pecks he kissed your neck, making you breathless. 

“Oh Sir! That feels so good.”

 You groaned against his shoulder. Minho’s lips made their way down to your bare chest then on top of your bra. Making every second last longer, he took his time un-clipping each hook on your bra. It was like it fell down on to the floor and released your breasts in slow motion. Instantly, his hot lips were kissing, biting and sucking your sensitive nipples. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to refrain from moaning so loud. 

“Your breasts are perfect too. Is there anything on you that isn’t flawless (Y/N)?”

 He asked between your breasts. It was impossible to stop whimpering in pleasure as he rolled his wet tongue around your nipples like they tasted of cherries.  

“Stand up baby and show me that butt.”

 Smirking, you climbed off him and turned around. Teasing him, you took your sweet time pulling down your shorts and panties, revealing your behind. “Wow.” You heard him whisper.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh slap against your butt cheek. At first it hurt, but, to your surprise, the pain began to melt in to pleasure. The next thing you knew, you were bent over the table with your butt in the air and Minho’s tongue in your pussy.

 “Oh my god!”

 You cried out. Minho’s tongue licked up every drop of juice in and around your pussy and he was hungry like an animal for more. 

“You taste amazing (Y/N). I could diet on this.”

 You were limp; a moaning and whimpering mess. He was driving you crazy and the only thing that could satisfy the sex demon living within you was Mr Minho’s cock. Going out of your mind, you got on your knees before the delicious teacher and yanked his grey sweat pants and black Calvin Klein boxers down to his feet. The sex god’s cock stood up, erect in the air in front of you and you eyed it like a tiger stalking its prey. Hot for teacher, you took his manhood in your mouth. Firstly, you warmed him up by just sucking on the end, then, with your eyes on his face, you took him further and further in until he hit the back of your throat. The sound of his deep, husky groans were so hot that it only encouraged you to do more. As you sucked him, you played with his balls; that drove him wild like a lion in the jungle. 

“Yes baby. Just like that.” 

He panted, his hands grabbing chunks of your hair. The tension was white hot. The room was murky with the invisible steam the two of you were creating.

Mr Choi Minho grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your feet. Dominantly, he grabbed your neck and crushed his lips on yours, claiming your mouth as his.

 “What do you want (Y/N)?”

 He growled, his eyes burning with lust.

 “Fuck me, please.” 

You begged; you meant it. With the sexiest smirk to exist, he pushed down on to the desk and yanked your legs apart.

 “How bad do you want it?”

 He teased more. Your body was so full of adrenaline; you felt like you could erupt like a volcano.

 “Just fuck me already!”

 You cried, throwing your head back in frustration. He chuckled at how horny you were and in one harsh thrust, he entered your incredibly wet pussy. The both of you moaned in sync. You’d waited for that moment all of your school days.

 “Show me what physical education is Sir.”

 You panted as he fucked you like a porn star. He knew what he was doing and he was doing it well. Minho bit his lip, letting his hips do the work. So excited, you met his movements. Minho went so deep; he was stretching you to the extremes. 

“Tell me how you want it baby.”

 The teacher had always been so keen to help you to the finish line.

 “Harder!”

 You cried, not caring if the whole school heard you. The desk began to creak as he began to pound you mercilessly with the biggest, most beautiful cock you’d ever laid your eyes on. Your body felt empty when he pulled out of you. Minho sat back down on the teacher’s chair and beckoned you to come to him. Thirsty for more of him, you eased yourself down on his manhood and took him as deep as you could, moaning as he entered your body once more. Losing all self-consciousness, you rode him like a cowgirl; you were so glad you came in to his office.

 “Please don’t stop.”

 You begged as you were coming closer to your orgasm. The juices from your pussy began to leak down on to Minho’s balls, bringing him on the brink of exploding too. With your sharp nails, you dug in to Minho’s shoulders as the energy that had been building up finally burst like a balloon.

 “Fuck! Oh my god! I’m coming Sir!” 

You screeched with pleasure, throwing your head back. Minho squeezed your ass with his strong hands. “That’s right babe, cum for me!” He roared. When your orgasm finished, he bent you over the desk for the last time and fucked you hard, making your tight pussy squeeze around his length.

 “Oh my god (Y/N)! I need to..”

 Quickly, he pulled out of your pussy and released his warm, sticky seed on your butt.

 “Damn.”

 He panted heavily, his toned chest rising and falling as his lungs began to work double time. Minho sat on the desk to get his breath back. You didn’t know how to feel but you certainly felt fitter. You squeaked when he lifted you up and placed you his lap but you soon felt comfortable there, nuzzling your head between the crook of his neck and his shoulder. His body was cosy and warm like a blanket.

 “Feel better about yourself?”

 He asked sweetly.

 “Uh huh.”

 You replied, nodding your head. 

“Good because you always impress me. You’re beautiful and will be at any size.” 

Cuddling him, you wondered if you’d ever do it again. 

“Is this just a one-time thing?”

 You questioned curiously, softly running your fingers over his impressive torso. Minho chuckled, sending the butterflies in your stomach in to a frenzy. “Monday. Meet me in here.” Monday; the next time you had physical education. 

“Okay Sir.”

So, there I was, in the astral…cave exploring. I came to a dark and gloomy cave full of cockroaches and whip spiders and cave shit. And all around me were… these little spirits.
Jellywobbles are about the size of rabbits.
They look like the above picture.

When you touch or hold them, they wobble, exactly like jelly! They have a grumpy but sweet look about them. I saw baby pink ones, baby blue ones, and pale yellow ones.
They were all around! They seemed to have a limited intelligence, and could only communicate with mental pictures and emotions.

Toothbrush

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Request: Hey! I love your stories and I’m so obsessed!! Lawful Tease is my fave ❤️ Could I request an imagine for Derek based on the song Toothbrush by DNCE? It can be like after they ‘did it’ ☺️ or something

Word count: 4521

Author’s note: This is my 600th post!! Woohooo! Also, I’m sorry I took so long to get this done, but at first, I didn’t even know how to write it – inserting lyrics randomly seemed like a bad idea, because that would have hauled out the reader from the story, so I settled for another idea. I hope it was worth the wait, though! Oh, and I added juuust a tiny little something to it :3

Warnings: occasional cuss

Betas: @i-am-a-misguided-misfit, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @mixed-up-fangirl, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @fallenangel-13x, @the-shewxlf, @b-chocolatelover, @from2016, @safiac

Masterpost

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I can only see outlines in the dark, can only let the deep rich woodsy scent of Derek’s skin engulf me, the sound of pelting rain knocking harshly against the window echo all over my ears and I yield to the warmth of the sculpted body I’m wrapped around, trying my best to put myself at ease and relax my muscles, give up the constant buzzing tension in them, but it won’t go away. It never goes away.

Derek and I have had this friends with benefits relationship for way too long, and I can’t take it any more. I need something to change, be it us start dating or end everything we have going on for once and for all. I began developing feelings for him not long after we first slept with each other, and ever since then, it’s been aggravating more and more.

Last night, before I came over to his place, I spent a great deal of time in front of my mirror, fingers gripping the edges of the washbasin underneath so hard that my knuckles turned white. My reflection’s eyes were boring into mine with determination twinkling in them as I was talking myself out of it, prevailing myself upon calling it enough and leaving for good. I planned not to come back once I step over that threshold once more.

I take a deep inhale of Derek’s musky redolence of cedar wood, allowing it to engulf me, to take over me, but only for a second, knowing more would be too much for me to handle, and the next moment, I’m sneaking out of his loose embrace, abandoning the comforting warmth of his masculine body. A modest shiver barrels through me as soon as my feet touch the cold ground for the first time, but I ignore it for the sake of collecting my garments, picking them off the floor one by one hastily, internally praying Derek won’t wake up until I’m already on my way to my apartment. The fact that tonight is a blustery one is a factor that aids my intentions of leaving him without his knowledge.

I get dressed in silence, drawing it out more than I’m supposed to, more than I want – unconsciously, I’m holding myself back, which I shouldn’t be doing. I slip the strap of my bag over my shoulder, pick up my shoes and tiptoe my way over to the entrance of Derek’s bedroom. However, I pause at the doorway, giving myself the privilege of seeing his calmly laying figure once more, taking it all in, etching it into the deepest depths of my memory to make sure I won’t forget it, not ever. I tamper down the overwhelming infatuation that’s threatening to take over me, but I don’t let myself to be stupefied by the mixture of emotions and the sight that Derek gives. I’m stronger than that.

I briefly contemplate writing a short message to him, but I decide against it – if I waste time on telling Derek how much I enjoyed it all, he will have a loophole where he could sneak back into my life, and I would be the one who handed over the map to him. I’m not intend to ruin my plans in the last minute, so shaking my head, I turn to waddle down the stairs and do the last touches on myself to make sure I have a presentable appearance, albeit this is the middle of the night and very few people will be roaming the streets, if any.

In the gargantuan living-room, I drop my bag on the lush black leather of the couch and slip into my shoes before I approach the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I open the faucet and let out a long breath, eyes falling shut and a hand flying up to find my forehead, rubbing the skin there in annoyance and resentment, fingers tangling with locks of hair. Only then do I look at my reflection, seeing for the first time how horribly I look; my lips are chapped, my make-up has smudged, emphasizing the dark circles under my eyes, and my hair is so disarrayed it gives me the impression of a nest.

I scrub my face with soap and water until the last patches of chemicals are gone, and it’s just my bare skin with nothing covering it. I reach for the towel, revelling in the way the softly rough texture of it is grazing my skin and my eyes fall shut as I take a deep inhale of its rich scent – it has Derek’s. I stand there under the dim light, just letting memories and emotions wash over me and for God knows how many times, I question my resolve regarding leaving him forever. I’m aware it’s going to wear me out, it’s going to have a negative impact on me, and it will show on my performance at college and at work, but that’s okay, because I’m a grown-up woman now, who can deal with petty things such as men.

I can. I’m a big girl, and big girls don’t cry.

That’s why, I swallow back my tears, allowing them to suffocate me from the inside instead of letting them out, and with a stinging ache in my chest, I hang the towel back on the tag on the tiled wall. The soles of my shoes are knocking against the hardwood floor in hushed noises as I turn around to glance outside, immediately regretting not packing my umbrella when I left home yesterday. The weather is just as gloomy outdoors as I am internally; I can already feel the shrill fingers of dark depression encircling my throat, swooping me again just like years ago, from which Derek was my saviour, my only source of light. And yet, now I’m saying goodbye to it all without his knowledge.

Guilt takes over me then, but I swat it down and order myself to hold on to my last fraction of pride at least until I close the front door of my loft behind my back. I steel myself for what is ahead, for leaving Derek’s place ultimately, and that helps, because now I’m able to face the bathroom door and open it, leaving for the living-room where my stuff is still awaiting me.

What I’m not expecting is to see Derek’s sturdy figure there, standing in front of the couch with my bag dangling on his thick digits, an obvious question clearly written on his face as he’s eyeing me intently with an arched brow. He pointedly stays quiet, and I know it’s because he’s expecting me to break the silence finally, but I can’t find it in me to comply just yet.

My mind is running a mile a minute as to what option to go with in this scenario, but it’s hard to rationalise when I’m unable to tear my gaze away from Derek’s muscular shape. Its hard edges are glowing in the faintest light that’s streaming in through the loudly knocking windows from outside, sharp collarbones and mounds of bulging muscles highlighted, chiselled jaw and cheekbones also, mossy eyes given just an edge of pale grey twinkle, albeit the other side of his iris is now a deep emerald instead of the usual minty forest green. The smattering of five o’clock shadow that’s covering half of his face makes my palms itch with the desire to touch them, to run my hands over it and feel its roughness under my fingertips, but I scavenge those thoughts out of my mind. I need to focus here.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” I begin in the end, sentence evasive, dancing around the elephant in the room, ignoring it altogether. I try to act cool as I start approaching him, but my knees are wobbly like jelly. I fear they might not be able to accommodate my weight and I’d collapse any second. Derek is unflinching and motionless like a statue, sculpted body not moving an inch either away or closer, his eyes still boring into me, scorching two holes into my skull, singeing my brain. I’m thinking about a pointless spiel that I could use to chicken out, but I know I can’t bullshit Derek – he’s smarter than that, even without his supernatural skills taken into account.

Although I can’t see myself, I know my gait is taut and calculated, too strategic for it to be called natural, giving away to Derek the fact that I’m hiding something like a bad girl whose father tanned her hide so good she’s too petrified to look anyone in the eye. As it is to be expected, I look anywhere in the room but into Derek’s searching gaze, never quite meeting his eyes even when mine are close to his – they always halt in the line of the tip of his nose.

“Why are you up so early?” he asks, voice still riddled with sleep. Apparently he isn’t letting me off the hook so easily, for him asking me about the cause for my being up midnight, not where I’m going, albeit it’s child’s play to tell I was about to leave without saying a word.

I chew on the inside of my mouth before my lips part to offer an explanation to him, “I just… couldn’t sleep. I woke up and I figured I’d just go home.” This isn’t an entire lie, so there shouldn’t have been any upticks in my heartbeat while I was speaking. However, by the way his eyebrows crease, I can tell he sensed that I didn’t clue him in to the entire truth. In between his eyebrows, two small, shallow dips cast concerned shadows.

“You could have told me,” he points out, tone just this side of accusing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s rebuking me in the most tender way possible. He never gives up on trying to connect our gazes and lock them together. “You could have just waken me up and we could have done something.”

“Like what?” I ask, deciding it will be a perfect opportunity for me to flee and keep avoiding the actual reason I’m up and dressed. But Derek refuses to answer me, so I know it’s either going on along the thread that he’s just offered up, or deciding to simply say goodbye, which would be too tacky for my taste, and also not fair with him now that he’s awake as well. I drag my tongue along my bottom lip in brief contemplation before bridging the distance between us and reaching for my bag, but Derek yanks his hand away.

“Like talk about it,” he utters, yet his voice is stronger than his drowsy state would lead me to believe is possible. It’s more stern and rigid, so much in fact that I have to stifle the whole-bodily shiver that demands to zap me. I refuse to back off, but I still can’t look him in the eye either. It would hurt too much, would hurt to read his emotions like I’ve gotten accustomed to doing after a long journey of self-teaching.

I’m at a loss of ideas of what to do, but what is unforeseen for me is for Derek to drop my bag on the couch and snake his strong arm around my waist instead, pulling me flush to his front with the careless force of his sinewy forearm, moving me with such ease as though I weighed little to nothing. He noses at the rapidly pulsing vein along the column of my throat as he whispers, hot breath licking over my skin so torching that this time, I just can’t help the shudder no matter how hard I’m trying to suppress it, “Why did you want to leave?”

Still avoiding giving a straightforward answer, I slide my hands on his pectorals in an attempt to push him away from me meekly, to try to give myself some room to breathe, to think, to organise my thoughts that are all over the floor now and need rearranging. He budges, albeit only after a pause of consideration that remains hanging in the air between us like a mute question of concern that he hasn’t asked yet. It’s just a matter of time, though, for him to change that.

When I try to take a step back, he flexes his muscles in his arms to prevent me from doing so, and there’s not much I could do against werewolves and their abilities, especially when the werewolf in question is an Alpha.

“Don’t leave,” he implores, with just an edge of urgency, yet with overwhelming earnestness. He ducks his head to improve his chances of finding my gaze, but I avert it lower and fix it on the ground, like his bare feet were the most interesting things I have ever seen under the Sun.

I shake my head, movements tight, and Derek’s fingers ball up a fistful of my shirt at my denial over the small of my back where he has his hand splayed, keeping me close to him.

“Why is it so urgent that you left now?” he keeps asking, words spoken in tow, and all I want is to leave, to leave this behind me and clunk out on my bed, hug my pillow to my face and let myself cry into it until I don’t have voice any more, and I can’t see anything through my puffed up, red-rimmed eyes that are brimming with salty tears on end. I want to drown myself in my sorrow and my tears while the silence around me is eating me away, my mind slowly sinking into the deep dark well of depression.

If I’m not mistaken, I heard the faintest ring of fear in his voice, and that’s enough for me to involuntarily make eye contact with him – I’m immediately faced with his emotions, with the way he’s looking at me like I hung the moon and the stars, and I know without a doubt he’s drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I just can’t put my finger on why this is – is it because of the physical relationship we had going on, or is it something else? Could it be because he’s attracted to me and not just my body? Could he really like my mind just as much?

“(Y/N),” he gravels out, tone so melodic and appraising that my heart is this close to melting in my chest and my knees nearly give out under my weight. The fact that his other hand is now smoothing over my nape, messing with tresses of my hair registers after a small lapse, and I can’t do anything beyond basking at the affectionate beam that his hazel eyes cast at me, engulfing my entire being in a golden, fuzzy hot feeling that I can’t pinpoint nor put a name to.

But I have to stop. I can’t let him drag me back.

“No,” I say, craning my neck when he leans in to stake his claim by locking our lips together. He relinquishes without missing a beat, and my heart breaks just a little at his measured movements. They are suddenly tight, and anxiety is pouring off of his figure that I can sense perfectly clearly even with my dull human senses. “I have to go home.”

“I don’t want you to,” he says genuinely, flexing his grip on me, but not pulling me any closer to him. He just holds me there, makes sure I don’t have any chance to move away. He whispers into my temple meekly, “Come back to bed with me instead.”

It takes every ounce of my willpower to refuse his offer, what with the abundance of images invading my mind – him looming over me, looking back into my eyes with this deep, hazy gaze like he’s lost inside me, him smoothing his broad palm over my side while we’re laying next to each other, face to face, him kissing me gingerly for the first time and lowering me down on the mattress meekly…

I shake my head. I don’t know how, but I manage to curl the corners of my mouth upwards, even if it doesn’t feel right, and it’s extremely hard to maintain the disguise of eased bliss, but I force myself to do it to reassure him I’m okay.

“I – I’m going,” I assert, trying my best to sound determined and stern. Derek loosens his fingers, and I know I’m free to go now. I squeeze pass him between his body and the coffee table to snatch my bag from the couch before smiling at him briefly once more, for the last time. My fingers are gripping the strap so hard I can feel my nails sink into the heel of my hand. I utter quietly, “Bye, Derek” before I swirl around and march towards the heavy metal door, attempting to leave as fast as possible before I’d change my mind.

“I’ll call you later,” Derek promises. I halt, and without turning back, I tell him, “You don’t have to.”

After then, I only have time to take two more steps in the direction of the exit before a crushing hotness curls around my wrist and yanks me back by my hand. I want to ask what has happened, but I’m muted by Derek’s lips on mine, and no matter how much I want to gasp for air, he doesn’t pause even for a moment, and in no time, I find myself pinned to the chilly wall. My mind is reeling with the intensity of the rapacious kiss, the passion Derek puts into this one single gesture making me dizzy and drunk on the lust.

He retreats God knows how much time later – it could have been a minute, an hour, or just ten seconds, I wouldn’t be able to tell –, only to ask me between heavy breaths, “Why wouldn’t I have to call?”

I can’t answer, my brain is all over the floor at the moment. All I can think about is wanting his mouth against mine again, wanting his calloused hands touching every inch of my skin, wanting his voice in my ear whispering encouragement to me, assuring me I’m beautiful and perfect and the best thing that has ever happened to him in his life before he comes with a sensual, wanton grunt of my name.

This is torture.

His lips are grazing mine in a tempting tease as he’s talking. He’s doing this deliberately – he knows I have a hardship thinking straight when he’s so close to me. Involuntarily, I jerk my face towards his as my arms slide from his chest to wrap around his neck, doing my best to pull him down to me to earn another kiss, but… he’s queering me. I stop myself before I’d do something stupid, and my hands find his instead to pry them off of me.

“I don’t want you to call, because I don’t want this any more,” I answer. Hearing that, he lets go of me on his own accord, without me having to uncurl his fingers from around the fabric of my clothes. His features are morphed into a shocked expression when I chance a glance up at him, and the sight twists my heart.

“W-why not?” he gravels out, tone tight, urgent, pleading, throat apparently dry. “Wasn’t it good? Did I do something wrong?”

I shake my head and offer him a tight smile. “No, none of that. It’s… it’s me. My fault. It has nothing to do with you, don’t worry.” I crane my neck to glance at the metal door on top of the short staircase that leads to the exit, but Derek curls his fingers under my chin to gain my undivided attention back.

“Then what’s the problem?” he asks, and the soft gentleness of his tone warms up my insides fuzzily, nicely. I resist the shiver that wants to outcrop and take over me for brief seconds, but I do my best not to give in to it; rather, I swipe those thoughts away and replace them with the icy reminder of why all this is wrong, why I have to leave, why I can’t bare to keep doing this with him.

I shake my head, remaining mute.

“Baby?” he whispers sparsely, barely audibly, and I want to die just a little. This is too much, I can’t take him addressing me by pet names – it makes me feel wanted, appreciated and cared for. But those aren’t included in what we have going on, because I’m not his girlfriend, just his fuckbuddy. “Talk to me. Please?” Derek pleads, throwing me for a loop. I have never in my life heard him implore anyone, and we’ve known each other for several years now. He takes my face between his hands gingerly, cupping my cheeks and rubbing soothing circles into my zygomas with the calloused pads of his thumbs.

Before I realise it, my tears are flowing down in rivulets, wetting my skin and Derek’s fingers. He pulls me in to him and wraps me in a firm embrace, as though wanting to protect me, cooing into my temple and ear in a meek, low voice, massaging my scalp and nape to help me settle faster. I, on the other hand, shamelessly bury my nose into his bare, hefty chest, burrowing as deep into the dips and mounds of his brawny figure as I possibly can, wailing like a baby, weeping so hard that the inhales I take are strangling me, squeezing my windpipe tightly.

“Hey, (Y/N), honey, it’s okay,” Derek assures as if to remind me I still have him, but that only makes me cry harder. That’s exactly my problem after all – all I need right now is to be as far away from him as possible. But it’s never mind now, because I wasn’t able to keep that last fraction of dignity I craved. Derek took everything away from me, leaving nothing behind but an empty shell, which isn’t even worthy of being the shadow of my past self.

My past self wouldn’t have let herself grow so attached to anyone – especially not to a man – to not be able to let go. This is among the things that has always frightened me the most; to love someone so much that I make them my everything, and when it’s time for farewell, I loose my entire world with that person. But it happened without my knowledge with Derek, without my consent, and I failed to realise it until now. The longer I stay and allow this to be dragged out, the harder it’s going to be for me.

That’s why, I place my palms on his chest and put weak pressure against him. Derek immediately budges, and without thinking, I step to the side, attempting to make a beeline for the door, but he catches my wrist. His hold is barely there, and I could yank my hand out if I wished to, but I can’t find it in me to do it. Why does he want me to stay so bad? Why can’t he let go of me?

“Why are you leaving?” he asks hoarsely. Evidently, there is desperation in his tone, but I etch it up to my mind playing tricks on me, making me see things that aren’t there.

“You can find someone else,” I point out, hiccuping and stumbling on nearly every word I squeeze out between heavy intakes of air. I’m still choking on my tears. His grip goes tighter around me, just by a whisper, but that’s enough to make me bite down harshly on my bottom lip to stifle the wheeze that demands to rip out of my mouth.

“That’s not what I asked,” Derek says. I shrink just a little, ducking my head lower and pulling my shoulders up, trying to curl up into a tiny ball. “Why are you leaving?” he repeats, this time with a touch of authority seeping into his tone, too.

I take a deep breath before giving him a straightforward answer, “I told you the issue is me. I’m the piece that doesn’t fit here. I want more, so… I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

There is a pause, and I feel like the air and time has frozen. The silence keeps stretching, uncomfortably so, putting me at unease and tossing me back into dark anxiety. My heart begins throwing itself rapidly against my ribcage, my breathing elevates, and I proceed to escape once more, wrenching my wrist out of Derek’s hand and starting towards the door, but the second my fingers curl around the handle, a hard force turns me around, pins me against the metal and then there is nothing I sense but hotness claiming my lips.

Derek kisses me with so much passion that my legs give out, and I would have collapsed if it weren’t for his hands resting on my hips, pulling me flush to him and keeping me there. Derek kisses me with fervour, kisses me breathless, kisses me until my brain is deprived of oxygen and I’m dizzy with it.

When he finally retreats from me, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed and mouth agape, heaving after his impassioned gesture. He whispers, “Thank God.”

“W-what?” I croak out, utterly discombobulated. He titters breathlessly, cupping my cheek in one hand once again, replying, “It was getting harder for me too, you know.” He pecks my lips and stays there, with the tips of our noses brushing lightly as he goes on, “You see, it’s been more for me, too, for a while now. I thought the physicality was enough for you, and I thought, why not keep you chained to me like that. It was selfish, I know, but I didn’t care.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I utter, raking my fingers through his dishevelled bed-head.

He chortles quietly, but there is a bittersweet undertone to it this time. “Because no one is stupid enough to be my partner.”

“Well, I guess I’ll happily volunteer for the stupid title if that means we stay together as a couple,” I tell him, only half joking in an attempt to cheer him up. If anything, I don’t want him to be sad any more, I want Derek to leave the sorrow of the past behind him, because that’s what he deserves. He deserves to find happiness.

He laughs wholeheartedly at my comment, the sound of it leaving a pleasant buzz inside me, making me crave more of it, and I instantly know one of my goals in life is going to be to make Derek laugh as many times as possible, because that’s a tune to be cherished and savoured for a lifetime. His hazel eyes are sparkling with pure bliss as he looks back into mine, that small smile still playing at the corners of his mouth before he touches his plush lips to my mouth softly.