yeah okay i think i got p close to the request here so

BTS when they slap you: Jimin version

Ayyyy what’s rolling bishesss 

I’m back with the ‘Slap’ series, and this time it is Chim-chim :)) which means that now only Hosoek and Taehyung are left. 

For Hyung line(without hoseok) click here 

For Jungkook version click here 


You both had been out on a date when you got into a fight and you had said some nasty things but so had he. Not to mention, you had a good reason to be angry.  

You got out of the car before it even fully stopped and and slammed the door shut, making Jimin grip the steering wheel tightly, in efforts to control his anger. He couldn’t though. He stepped out of the car as well and ran after you and closes the door behind him once he enters his apartment. 

“What is your problem?!” He yelled at you, clearly angry with the way you were behaving. You turned around sharply, with an incredulous look in your eyes. 

“What is my problem? Are you seriously fucking asking me that, Jimin? We were out on a date after god knows how many months and you got your ‘rumoured’ girlfriend along?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! No, Park Jimin, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled back. 

Jimin took a step closer to you, eyes red due to his efforts to keep his anger from taking a form which he might regret. “What the fuck, y/n? You know there’s nothing going on between us! She wasn’t feeling too good, and she wanted me to be there for her. You already know how hard things are for her right now, her career’s taken a hit after the news of the scandal broke out. She is not feeling okay and-” 

“What about me?” You asked him with pure disbelief written on your face. “Did you think about how I felt when my man was being linked to some other woman? Or is she the only person you’re concerned about?” 

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, he was dangerously close to losing his temper. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous y/n. What you’re going through is completely different from what she is going through. You don’t know shit about our business, you wouldn’t understand. How can you be such an insensitive….bitch? You just walked out of the restaurant while we were having dinner. She must be feeling so awkward. Is this the way you should fucking behave?” 

The only thing you could see was red. “Yeah? what about how I’m feeling? You don’t give a shit how I’m feeling, do you? All you’re concerned about is her.” You let out an angry scoff. “Well, you listen to me you asshole. Do whatever the fuck you want with her. You’ve clearly shown me who you care about. Go. Get out. Go to her and ease her awkwardness. Just let me tell you one thing though, whatever little plan is in her mind, it’s clear to me. Crystal clear. I’m not being fooled.”

Jimin frowned in anger and confusion. “What plan…what do you mean?” 

“If she was that concerned about getting her career back up, she would be avoiding you at all costs right now, Jimin! Why would she accompany you to a public place? If you ask me, she planned this and she wants this rumour to be perceived as tru-” 


You head snapped to your left as you stood there in shock from the impact of his slap. You didn’t bother to stop the tears. You just turned back to look at him with wide eyes.

Jimin stood there shocked looking at his hands, his breathing heavy and shaky, eyes shining because of unshed tears and his hands shaking. He finally turned to look up at you and let out a broken cry as his hands reached out to soothe you but froze as soon as he saw you flinch. 

“No, no..” He stepped forward and fell down to his knees.”I-I didn’t mean to do that, y/n..I…I love you.” He said through his cries. 

“Step away from me Jimin.” You finally brought your hand down from your cheek, you face blank. “We’re done.” 

“NO!” Jimin was suddenly on his feet, your hands in his own, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of what was going to happen. “No, please, y/n d-don’t leave, okay? Honey, I love you, I SWEAR! I am so sorry, p-please don’t go, hm? Please-” More cries “Don’t leave me, please y/n I swear I won’t ever, ever meet her again. I’ll do everything you say, just don’t leave me. Oh god y/n please..” He fell to his knees, your hands still in his own, looking at you with eyes drowned in tears.

You looked at the man you loved, begging you on his knees to stay and even if your sub-conscious mind was screaming at you to take him back, you couldn’t. You knew your soul wouldn’t forgive you, if you forgave him and let yourself be okay with what he had done. He had just…hit you. 

You yanked your hands back and he let out another cry. Without turning back you picked up your purse and walked out of his apartment, leaving behind a sobbing mess of a Jimin crying out for you. 

Then and maybe forever. 

YAAAAAAAAAAS I’m such an angst-whore I luuuurve it.Tell me how you liked it babies. *Hitting someone is not acceptable at all. Please don’t ever give this pain to someone. Treasure your partner and if you can’t, then leave them. Don’t ever, ever trap them in an abusive relationship. Stay blessed my babies. 🤘🏻


Much love,


Anonymous (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 3,869

Warnings: some mild cursing, it’s also pretty long

The first night you ever met him was unforgettable; mostly because you could’ve died that night. Your boss had begged you to help close that night even though you had told him you had made plans for homework and studying that night. The diner had been hit with a sudden rush of people and none of the closing chores had been completed so he needed an extra closer. It was exhausting but you thought you could use some extra money; college wasn’t going to pay for itself. It was never too early to start thinking about it; even if you were only a sophomore. 

After he’d locked the doors and thanked you for your hard work, and you turned to start walking home by yourself. “Y/N!” One of your coworkers chased you down and you looked over your shoulder to the middle-aged woman who had acted like your mother within your group of coworkers. “Lemme walk with you! It’s not safe for you to be walking around this late by yourself.” She walked by your side for most of the walk back.

When you parted ways, you were anxious to get back home. Being outside at this hour in New York wasn’t a good idea in the first place. You were turning a corner and when you looked up from your feet you noticed a menacing silhouette that seemed to be coming in and out of existence because of the flickering street light. You turned back the way you came but was met by a man with a hood over his head.

“Hello, sweetheart. Whatcha got on ya?” He grabbed your arm and you struggled to break free.

“Don’t hurt her, she’s a pretty thing.” The silhouette from before now showed his face in the pale light of the streetlamp above.

“P-Please, I don’t have anything, I swear.” You reached for your wallet and tossed it to the ground.  The man behind you picked it up and rummaged through to try and find anything of use.

“She’s got nothin’.” The man’s grip around your arm tightened and you let out a yelp of pain. “We’ll just have to take something else…” He snickered and you felt your heart beat even faster than it already was before. This is it, this is how I die… Your mind was racing and you could barely comprehend what was happening.

You missed what happened next, because suddenly you were free from the hooded man’s grip and they were plastered to the wall by some white net. When you had calmed down, you realized they were… Webs. That could only mean… Sure enough, a lanky blue and red figure stumbled a landing in the light in front of you.

“Um, are you okay?” He messed around with trying to pose himself by leaning against the lamp post and crossing his arms and just standing up straight. You would’ve laughed at the thought of Spider-Man being this awkward, but you were too thankful for his help that you didn’t care.

You practically tackled him as you embraced him. “Thank you so much. I thought I was going to die, oh my God!” You started sobbing and you could feel him tense up.

“That’s what I’m here for!” His voice sounded so young, like he was your age. You couldn’t believe your ears. He didn’t know what to do so he just stood there rigidly. “Oh gosh, please don’t cry. It’s okay now.” He gave you an awkward but reassuring pat on your back and you pulled away to wipe away the tears.

“I believe this is yours?” He held up your wallet. You accepted it and ran your hands through your hair, thinking about how you’d just missed a disaster by a second. “Would you like me to, um, take you home?”

“You mean like…” You looked up towards the tops of the buildings around you. Flying through the air like that terrified you at first, but you just wanted to get home to your bedroom. “Sure.”

“Okay, um,” Spider-Man knelt down with his back towards you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hold on.” He shot a web up to the top of a building and you felt the wind against your face as you were launched up into the air. “Where to?” You gave him the street name and building number and he made course to your apartment.

You held on for dear life and kept your eyes closed most of the way home. After a couple web swings you got used to the idea of being in the air like this and opened your eyes. You almost regretted it because of how high off the ground you were, but the way the city looked from this perspective was beautiful. The lights, the street lamps that dotted the sidewalks… it seemed more peaceful from up there.

“Is this it?” You opened your eyes and saw Spider-Man sticking to the wall of your apartment building.

“Yeah,” You guided him to the fire escape that led to your bedroom window and slid from his back once you were back on solid ground. He turned to jump from his perch on the fire escape, but you grabbed his wrist. “Spider-Man? Thank you again.”

His flustered reaction was incredibly noticeable, even with that mask on, and he gave a little chuckle. “No problem, you have a nice night, ma’am.” And then he was gone; just like that. You climbed through your window and jumped into bed without changing your clothes. Falling asleep was hard because you kept thinking about how you just met Spider-Man.

You met Spider-Man?!”

That next morning you retold the story to your friends, and tried to convince them you did in fact meet the web-slinger. “You’re shitting me right now, Y/N.”

“I’m serious! These guys were trying to rob me and…” You stopped and shivered at the thought of what they would’ve done to you. “Anyways, he swooped in, stuck these guys to the wall, and saved me!”

Everyone asked you questions as if you knew him personally. It was just one night that he saved you, and they expected you to be best buds by now. Of course your friend, Ned, asked you a million questions in between periods at your locker–he was a big Spider-Man fan. Even his friend Peter, who you’d never really talked to, asked you: “What was he like?”

“Um,” you tilted your head while trying to think of how to describe him, “he was a lot more awkward than I thought he would be.”


“But it was adorable in its own way.” You shrugged, and noticed Peter smirked slightly. “Well, boys, I have to go to the band room and help Mrs. Mayfield for my teacher’s aid period. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You added and hurried down the hall.

Even while you were helping your band director you were distracted by your thoughts about meeting Spider-Man. You kept spacing off and she had to try and keep you grounded in reality. The memory of flying through the air, with the wind blowing your hair, was just so amazing. Little did you know that wasn’t the last time you’d see the Webbed Warrior of Queens. It was only the beginning.

A couple days later when you’d gotten home from school you were met with a surprise on your window. You tossed your stuff onto your bed and hurried over to see a handwritten note plastered to the glass with familiar webbing.

Meet me on the roof at 11?

There was a little spider doodled next to his signature and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. Why was Spider-Man asking you to meet him? It was a strange request indeed, but… what could go wrong?

The hours counting down to 11 seemed to take years; you told your parents you were going to bed and had to stare at the ceiling while waiting for the sounds of them settling down in their own room. When you thought they were asleep, you waited a little longer, and climbed out your window to the fire escape. You tried your best to keep from making so much noise, but the metal on the stairs were so rickety not even Spider-Man himself could sneak up them.

When you got to the top, you peeked your head over the edge of the roof and saw the web slinger pacing around and mumbling to himself. It looked like he was rehearsing something. When you revealed yourself he nearly jumped off the roof in shock, but composed himself. “Um, hi. I’m P-Spider-Man.” He rocked back and forth on his feet. “I mean, you knew that. What’s your name?”

You smiled and put your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “I’m Y/N. Why did you want to meet me up here?”

“Oh, right,” he scratched his head, “I was wondering if you’d like to go see some sights with me…” When you didn’t answer right away, he held up his hands defensively. “I mean, you don’t have to unless you want to.” Was Spider-Man asking to hang out with you? Why would someone like him want to be around you? You couldn’t stop a bus with your bare hands, you couldn’t fly or turn invisible; you were as normal as they came. But hanging out with Spider-Man would make for great stories in the future, plus: you were curious about him.

“I’d love to!” You beamed and he tilted his head confused.

“You do?” You tried not to laugh at how adorably awkward he was. “You do! Right…” He let you climb on his back and you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his torso to ensure you wouldn’t fall. “Hold on–I mean, I won’t let you fall, but,”

“Let’s go, Spider-Boy.” You interrupted and he nodded. Once again you were swinging through Queens but this time there were still some cars down below and people on the streets. It was much busier and felt a little safer than the first time you were at this height. “Where are we going first, Spider-Boy?” You rested your chin on his shoulder.

“It’s Spider-Man, And we’re going to make our way to Central Park, hopefully.” He muttered the last part and continued to shoot webs.

“Well you sound like a boy, Spider-Man, and I don’t believe you’re a day older than 16.” There was no response. “So I’m right?” Another long silence on his part.

“Maybe…” You laughed.

“I guess it’s too much to ask what school you go to.”


The ride to Central Park was a long one, but you eventually made it. It was practically empty, and the paths were lit up by the cute little street lamps. Even though you’d lived in New York for so long, you’d never really been to Central Park that often. It was more of a treat for you than it was a normal park. It looked so different at night, and you felt a whimsical presence of being out at night like this.

Spider-Man set you down on the grass and then told you to wait for a second. “I’ll be right back, promise.” He leapt off into the darkness and you could hear a bunch of webs being shot. After a couple minutes he returned and guided you to where he’d created a giant spider web spanning between multiple trees.

“Am I supposed to be impressed by this or…?”

“That’s not it, I’ll help you up.” Before you could say anything, he grabbed you and tossed you into the air like you were a rag doll. You screamed, of course, but when you landed you bounced a little, like on a trampoline. When you opened your eyes you saw that you were sitting on the giant web he’d strung up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He landed next to you and sat with his legs crisscross style.

“That wasn’t cool. You scared the shit out of me.” You pursed your lips and folded your arms around your chest.

“Well, just look up.” He pointed and laid down with his hands behind his head. Still bitter about being thrown in the air, you sighed with a roll of your eyes and tilted your head upwards. The stars twinkled in the clear night sky and your frustration immediately melted away.

The two of you laid next to each other while staring at the sky for quite a bit of time. You had a ton of questions that you wanted to ask him; mostly little things about him. “So, you created the fluid you use for your webs?”


“You must be a smart kid, Spider-Boy.” You teased.

He looked away from you embarrassed. “I guess I am.”

“Okay, but who’s going to clean up all this web?”

“It dissolves after two hours. Speaking of which, what time is it?”

You pulled out your phone. “Nearly… 2 am?! I have a math test tomorrow!” You tried to get up but forgot you weren’t on solid ground and fell over. “You gotta take me home, Spider-Boy.”

On the way back he apologized countless times and you could tell his was booking it as much as he could for your place. He dropped you off at your window and said a hasty goodbye before disappearing into the skyline. You changed into your pajamas and curled up into your bed, hoping you’d be able to catch enough z’s.

The next time you found a note on your window, he took you to Chinatown, but it was still pretty busy so you got to see all the different signs and people on the streets. He took you lots of place over the next couple trips, each visit getting closer and closer to one another so that you saw him almost every other night.

Up to this point you’d decided not to tell anyone about your adventures with Spider-Man, but you couldn’t keep his most recent visit a secret. You were excited to share it with Ned and Peter because he’d taken you to Stark Tower; where the Avengers used to work from.

That was the first night he’d really taken you high up like that. It was terrifying, to say the least. He’d actually webbed your torso to his as he climbed up the building. “I’ve never been up this high before.” His voice shook ever so slightly as he looked down towards the concrete jungle below.

“I’d never thought that Spider-Boy would be afraid of heights.” You teased with a toothy grin.

“I’m not afraid of heights! I’ve never climbed a building this tall before, that’s all…”

The height was very apparent because the wind at this level was more torrential compared to the ground level. With your hands around his neck, you dug your face into his shoulder to keep your hair from getting all in your face. You were also very scared being this high, but you didn’t want him knowing that.

It seemed like a millennia before you reached the top where there was a flat platform that looked like a landing pad. Once you were on solid ground again, Spider-Man cut you free from the webbing and tossed it in the wind. The city below looked so small now.

“It’s beautiful…” you held up your hands over your mouth trying not to freak out over the sight. You heard him mutter something incoherent and turned to him. “You say something?”

“Nothing!” The lenses on his mask widened and you turned your attention back to the scene in front of you.

“You know, it seems like there’s no security here right now. I was sure we’d be caught by now.”

“Well, I asked Mr. Stark about taking you here, so he probably let someone know…” He shrugged and joined you.

“So,” you sat down and dangled your feet over the edge, “you still haven’t told me how old you are.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was 18?” He turned to you with hope in his masked eyes.

“Absolutely not,” you laughed and nudged him, “so, what is it? How old are you, Spider-Boy?” At this point he’d accepted your nickname for him, and didn’t argue with you about it anymore.

“I’m 15.” Now you weren’t expecting him to be your age, which made him probably one of the youngest superheroes ever. Another question had been eating away at your mind for awhile, but you were too afraid to ask. It’s now or never, I guess…

“Well, does 15 year-old Spider-Boy have a girlfriend?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” You felt your stomach do a flip when he turned his gaze to yours.

“You can’t answer a question with a question, mister!” You scrunched up your face and wagged a finger. He didn’t say anything at first, but sighed.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Good. “Th–There is a girl I’ve had a crush on for awhile now, though.” He kicked his feet and looked away from you.

“What’s she like?”

“Well, she’s beautiful, and hilarious, and kind, and strong. Very brave for climbing up this building with me.” With every word his hand had slid closer to your own, and soon they were almost touching.

“Well I have a crush on a boy, but I don’t know his name, or what he looks like, or what school he goes to. But I do know that he’s sweet, and horribly awkward.” Your hand drifted over his and you leaned a little closer to him. He mirrored and when your noses touched you laughed. “It’s kinda hard to kiss you when your mask is covering your face.”

“Oh, right.” he pulled the mask up to reveal his chin and mouth. You leaned in again and pressed your lips on his…

You kissed Spider-Man?” Ned nearly announced it to the whole cafeteria, but luckily you were sitting in their empty side of the room. “Okay, now I know you’re lying.”

“I wouldn’t make something up like that, Ned! He’s been taking me around at night for the past month or so and last night we went up to Stark Tower. I just didn’t want to tell anybody because they’d react like you just did.” You rolled your eyes and stared off at the wall to avoid looking at them.

“Okay, say you have been hanging out with Spider-Man, what’s he like?”

“He’s super smart; would you believe that he came up with the fluid for his web shooters? He told me that one night, even let me play with them. He’s a total nerd, and he’s kind of awkward, but it’s okay because he’s one of the sweetest people I’ve met.” You gushed and felt your face go red once you realized what you were saying.

“I believe you, Y/N.” Peter chipped in sheepishly. “I mean, I’m sure Spider-Man’s just a normal guy like us. I mean, if you look past his super strength and stuff.” He scratched the back of his head and you stared at him for a moment. Something about the way he always did that when he got nervous along with his voice sounded so familiar.

“Yeah… Also,” you turned back to Ned in a low whisper, “he’s not even a man. He’s only 15, like you and me.”

“Whatever, Y/N. I’m still skeptical, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

You finished your food before the two boys and gave curt goodbyes before taking huge strides to throw your food away on the opposite end of the dining hall. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt; I’ll show you, Ned…” You mocked under your breath and stormed out of the cafeteria.

Little did you know, Ned and Peter were having a frantic conversation once you left. “Dude, you kissed Y/N?! You have to tell her!”

“I-I can’t; she’ll stop liking me. She doesn’t like Peter Parker, she likes Spider-Man.”

“If you don’t tell her, I will.”

“No!” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell her…”

When you got home that evening you rushed to your room hoping to find a note on your window. You weren’t disappointed, because sure enough there was a piece of paper stuck to the glass with webs.

Roof at 11?

You waited impatiently throughout the night; almost spilling your juice all over the dining room table at dinner, completely blanking out on your homework, it was a mess. You were so anxious to see him because you wanted to prove to Ned you actually knew Spider-Man.

When 11 pm came, you nearly bolted out your window and up the fire escape. Sure enough, Spider-Man was pacing around the roof like he usually was. He was also talking to himself again. “I can’t do that, Karen!” He said a little too loudly and noticed you were standing on the other side of the roof. “Oh, hi, Y/N!”

“Who’s Karen?” You tilted your head.

“She’s an AI in my suit. I talk to her a lot…” He scratched the back of his head.

“That… explains a lot.” You smiled and strolled closer to him. “Where are we going tonight?”

“Um, actually, I had something to tell you first.” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Well, I’m not who you think I am–No that sounds stupid, um…” He sighed and slid the mask off. You didn’t believe what you saw.

“Peter…?” The confusion was then taken over by anger. “Is this some joke? Did Ned put you up to this?” You clenched your fists and turned around to start looking for Ned’s hiding spot. “Ned! This isn’t funny you better come out here or I’ll–”

“It’s not a joke, Y/N, trust me.” He shot a web to your wrist to stop you and you finally calmed down. “I know: Peter Parker as Spider-Man, right? Don’t blame you for thinking it’s a joke.” He avoided your gaze.

“It’s not like that, Peter. I just thought Ned was playing a joke on me after what I told you guys earlier…” The hurt in his eyes was killing you. “You’re not a joke, Peter. I just wasn’t expecting Spider-Boy to be someone that I knew, that’s all.”

He looked up and was met with your reassuring smile. “Um, I’d understand if you don’t want to go out tonight… Now that you know Spider-Man’s Peter Parker and all…”

“Peter,” you took some steps closer to him, “Spider-Man and Peter Parker are the same smart, adorable, and sweet person I’ve grown to like.” Now you were just as close as you were the night before when you kissed him. It was different tonight, though. Something about finally knowing who you’d been crushing on for awhile made it seem more exciting and thrilling. You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Where to, Spider-Boy?” Peter was too flustered to reply and you chuckled.

“Right,” he threw his mask back on, “I was thinking star gazing again.”

“Lead the way, Peter.” You climbed onto his back and couldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the park.

anonymous asked:

omg can you please write a sequel/ part 2 to that supercorp fic you just posted where Lena finds out Kara is supergirl?!? It was so great but now I'm stressing that Lena doesn't react well. Only if you've got time of course :) also I love how you write supercorp in general, it's amazing and feels so on point

i have a fever & im hacking up a lung: this is, in my humble opinion, the time when my writing ability rly soars. rly comes into its strengths. rly just,,, fucjin rocks. enjoy, ur welcome :))

kara has been waiting, and hoping - and stress eating her way through the kids menu - and more hoping, beyond the normal bounds of hope, that lena will turn up for the dinner date they’d set up before… before all that “i’m an alien blah blah specifically supergirl blah blah blah” stuff.

kara shoves her hand into her bowl of fries, pats around to find one as she checks the long row of windows and the two doors for any sign of lena. her face falls when all she encounters is the cool ceramic feeling of betrayal. and no lena.

she flags down a waiter.

“can i get another of the fries, please?”

he looks at her like he knows she’s already eaten her way through six of them. or maybe like he knows she’s been stood up. it makes her feel worse - slump back in her chair and try to keep from feeling like her heart is being crushed kind of worse - and he nods hurriedly and scurries away into the kitchen.

she pulls out her phone, taps on the second contact, aaalex.

>if after three hours someone hasn’t shown up to a dinner….

>u got stood up
>or they’re dead

kara rolls her eyes. then has a minor panic because, well, lena is kind of a magnet for attempted murder. she strains her ears to listen for lena but it’s futile this close to the ground, this close to so many people.

>lenas fine
>dont break the restaurant or ur phone

kara blinks down at her phone.

>have you been playing with the telepath drugs

>no lol i learned my lesson. i just figured she’s the only one u have been going on dates with so…

kara glares down at her phone, taps the CALL button with furious precision.

“we aren’t dating, alex. they’re friend dates. dates between friends.”


“and also i have been on plenty of dates lately!”

“sure,” alex allows, but kara suspects she’s only half listening.

“they’re not dates,” she mutters. “but she did stand me up.”

“yeah i know. you put your “date between friends” in my calendar so i was kind of surprised when she marched herself into my office tonight. she signed everything.“ alex waits for a moment. kara says nothing, just stubbornly munches through the fries the waiter puts in front of her. she’s relieved to hear lena is actually okay, and that she signed, but it’s all overshadowed by the fact that lena isn’t here, with her, eating something kara can’t pronounce and gushing about the science she’s been working on and the way she smiles when kara orders seconds and tries to pay and alex is talking again. "not sure what kind of damage control thats worth, if any. i mean, she’s a luthor. but i told j'onn not to even think about wiping her. or, i thought it really loudly.”

kara sighs.

“as is my right as a big sister, i get to tell you you’re an idiot,” alex says, far more mildly than kara expected. or deserved, really. “so what the hell happened? i thought we’d at least talk about it before you told her.”

“it wasn’t something i could deny. maybe i could’ve,” kara mutters, “if it weren’t for my too expressive face.”

“the too expressive face,” alex agrees unhappily. “you got us in a lot of trouble with that.”

kara rolls her eyes. “sorry twelve years late?” she offers and alex hums her thanks. “plus m'gann said hi. like she knew me, you know? she didn’t know someone was with me, it’s not her fault, but yeah. lena knew. i could see it. and then we were at her place and i realised she just knew i was an al- a foreigner,” she corrects, looking around the mostly empty restaurant, “and not supergirl,”

“hold up. she let you into her place knowing you’re an alien?”


“huh, okay.”


“no, nothing. let me guess, you told her.”

“dramatic reveal and all.”

“and this was…”

“last night.” kara checks her watch, lifts her hand to get the bill. she grimaces when she sees how expensive it is to eat her way through her feelings. but hey, if she’s going all out, what’s a little more? “can i get two of your pizzas takeaway and also four brownies? please.”

the waiter looks ill at the request but kara is too upset to care that she’s eaten way too much tonight. by human standards. she could still eat.

“alex, you still there?”


“are you free tonight?”

“nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with some relish. “day off tomorrow, maggie and i are taking our bikes down the coast, remember?”

“right, right.” kara hands over her card to the waiter, signs the bill he brings over. “what do i do?”

“about lena?”

“no, about the state of affairs in, ugh i can’t be bothered,” she mutters. “yes, about lena.”

“um. well, she hasn’t tried to kill you yet so…talk to her?” kara hears her step out into an echoing room - the parking lot, she guesses, and alex’s car beeps. “hold on, i’ll switch you to my hands free,”

“no, no, it’s okay. drive safe and have fun tomorrow.”

“we will. and i love you.”

“love you too.”


“hi, jess.”

“kara!” jess smiles over at her. “late night for everyone, hmm?”

“yeah, what are you doing here? it’s midnight, you should be home.”

“i’m just finishing up some work, i have the week off from tomorrow,” she explains. “do you want to see miss luthor?”

her phone buzzes on the side and jess glances up at kara after reading the message.

“let me guess, she’s not in.” jess gives her an awkward smile and kara closes her eyes, nods. “of course,” she says quietly. “okay, well,” she swallows around the thick feeling of tears and sets the brownies on the counter. “um. these are for her. or you. have a good night bye have a fun week,” she says very quickly and almost runs back to the elevator.

it dings open in seconds and kara rushes in, leans back against the wall of it. she holds herself together as much as she can, can’t really help sniffling but she can excuse that on a cold. she stares over at the shut box doors of the elevator and knows the second she gets home she’s going flying.


she wonders if she still has her aunts suit. she doesn’t feel like reds and blues tonight, wants to fly without the expectation that comes with her suit.


the suit, alex tells her, was quarantined.

kara shoves herself into some old jeans and a deep blue sweater and jumps into the sky. when she’s higher than the tallest building, she rolls onto her back and floats, staring up at the sky.

winn is still in the DEO headquarters. she doesn’t fly down, but she hears him typing away and watching some show on his second monitor. he’s been working late a lot lately. she doesn’t know if something is wrong or if it’s more guardian business but she misses him. she’d text him an invite, or ask him about a game night, only she left her phone at home.

james is on the phone to lucy when she flies overhead and they’re over but he still sounds adoring when he speaks to her, and happy.

alex is - doing things no sister needs to hear.


lena’s voice is small and kara jerks, almost rolls into the path of a bat, before she detects the slight slight whine of a voicemail.

“i know it’s late, you’re probably asleep, i just wanted to talk and,”

kara lands with a slight thump on lena’s office balcony and lena turns. the slight stutter of her heart comes not when she sees kara’s face, but her body. or, clothes.


she ends her voicemail, steps over to unlock the door.

“hi. i wasn’t - i was flying, i heard you.”

“oh.” lena’s fingers twitch. she folds her arms. “i signed everything.”

“yeah. alex told me.”

“i apologise for missing dinner.”

kara takes a step back, shakes her head. lena looks nervous the moment she frowns and it rips at kara. she takes another step back.

“you didn’t miss it. you stood me up.” lena doesn’t say anything. “why - what does it change?” she asks. “how am i different?” she tries to keep the frustration from her voice but whatever, she’s upset that her best friend is all wonky over this, fight her about it.

“you’re supergirl.”



“if you say a luthor i’m going to scream,” kara tells her, and lena’s teeth click closed around that exact phrase. “i’ve been telling you for months that i don’t care about that.”

“that’s from before i knew,”

“but i knew!” kara cries. “i knew, and i meant it, and i still mean it, and i just want,” she stutters to a stop, lifts a hand to her eyes. she’s not wearing her glasses so she just covers them with a hand and slowly drags it away when she’s contained again. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i didn’t want things to change. i didn’t,” the reason, or a reason, occurs to her and she sags a little. it’s selfish but lena deserves to know. “i didn’t want you to leave me,” she tells her, in a small voice.

lena has been very quiet and still as kara spoke and now she nods. “i am sorry about tonight. sometimes, i do things like that. when someone’s upset me.” she rolls her eyes delicately. “i’ve been told it’s a defence. throw someone off balance so i feel we’re on equal terms again.” her eyes are dark, cool. “i didn’t know. that you were an alien. i keep thinking and thinking, and i keep picking out all these instances and i just,” she shakes her head. “i can’t believe i didn’t know. i don’t like that i didn’t know.”

“i’m sorry.”

lena nods. “i can’t promise everything will be as it was before.”

kara nods as well. things - this, them - have changed and nothing goes back to how it was before a shift like that. as much as something might look the same, it never is.

“but i can tell you that in a month, there is a restaurant opening. i have four tickets, i would like for you to take one.” kara blinks at her. lena doesn’t smile but she does soften, a little. “i can’t tell how this is going to go, which is freaking me out a little and in a week i’m sure i’m gong to do something drastic,” she says with an edge of warning.

“i’ll be ready,” kara promises.

“good. all i can really say is that i will still want you to be around in a months time.” kara feels herself light up at the words. they’re not ‘i’m not leaving you’ or 'i’m not sending you away’ but they’re pretty damn close. “and i don’t know how i feel about this, i don’t know when I’ll figure it out, but i already miss my friend kara.” kara nods her agreement. she can feel a lena sized hole opening up inside her the longer lena speaks, making herself clear that there is going to be a distance, a time for them to figure this out. she’s sure it’ll be a good thing; she’s equally sure it’ll hurt like hell.

“tomorrow is too soon to hang out, right?” kara checks. “it’s just, alex is away and winn is busy and,” she holds up her hands, shakes her head. “no, nevermind, too soon.”

it grows a little awkward - lena thanks her for the brownies, declines when kara offers to fly her home.

but the next morning, kara opens her front door to lena’s driver, a box of cookies and a small pot of yellow flowers and a note with just a short message.

'our lives are filled with tomorrow’s. this one isn’t ours, but perhaps the next one will be. enjoy your day x’

kara tucks it between the photo frame on her bedside table and the lamp and brings the flower pot with her to the couch. she sets up her next season and pulls the pot into her lap, wraps an arm around it. she pats the pot fondly, sends a photo of herself with it to lena, and settles in.

anonymous asked:

I love the idea of a friendship growing between MC and Jaehee at first because they're both the only girls and, like, sometimes you just gotta talk smack about the boys with another girl, but then it blossoms into this really good and deep friendship and I was wondering if you could maybe show how that friendship would manifest with MC's different relationships with the RFA boys and V?

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AND I LOVE IT SO VERY MUCH BECAUSE I FEEL IT ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL I WANT JAEHEE AS A BESTIE IN EVERY ROUTE (also i kind of made this how they all reacted to the friendship i hope you dont mind) ~Admin 404


           - I don’t think it’d affect him that much

           -Like yyeess MC I’m so happy you got best friend!!!!

           -Does get a little jealous of her though

           -“MC!!! Wanna come play some LOLOL with me???” “Nah, me and Jaehee are going to go shopping!” “But…the two of you hung out all day yesterday?” “Yeah, and we’re gonna do it again! I’ll text you later!”

           -HE WANTS SOME MC TIME TOO *angry eyebrows*

           -As long as you make time for him, he’s a-okay!

           -But pls tell him secrets too MC he wants to be your other best friend

           -Also lowkey worried because??? What do the two of you talk about?

           -He remembered some of the things his sister and her friends used to talk about and he was nOT EXCITED



           -*Slides into the living room and seductively throws himself over the side of the couch*

           -“Where the two of you talking about me?”

           - yeah talking about how you’re a total fucking DORK

           -He’s good friends with Jaehee too!! Why won’t you let him in the room for talk time ;A;

           -Tried sneaking into the room to listen but the two of you are smarter than that and have to physically throw him out of the room

           -He’s happy that you’re such good friends with her, though!!!

           -Since he’s her friend as well, he knows how badly she needed a friend for some girl talk

           -But?? Still?? He waNTS TO KNOW


           - honestly pouts and sits outside of the door sometimes when the two of you throw him out, blows up your phone until you yell through the door


           -This….is so weird

           -Why is Assistant Kang in his house

           -Tries to hand her work almost every single time

           -Until you kind of knock it out of his hand and it falls to the floor

           -?????? MC????? It’s her job??????

           -“She is here as my GUEST Jumin, YOU do that work”

           -G A S P MC WHAT

           -Overall he’s just so…..awkward when you and Jaehee hang out at home. Otherwise, he could care less if the two of you were close friends. He loves that you have a close friend to talk with! He also doesn’t care if the two of you talk about him, whatever

           -Like how is he supposed to act??? He’s almost two different people. He’s so laid back at home with you and all business when he’s at work with Jaehee. WhaT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO ;A;

           - locks himself in his office when she’s over to avoid the awkwardness


           -*dresses up as a girl*

           -*slides into the room to join the girl talk*

           -*is promptly kicked out by the two of you*

           -The only person he had like that in his life was his brother

           -But they’ve been apart for so long, and with everything that happened….

           -He tries to have that kind of friendship now and Saeran just kind of walks out of the room

           -So!!!! He’s happy for you!!! But also very jealous (though he hides it)

           -You can tell how upset he gets sometimes, and you and Jaehee agree to let him hang out every now and then to make him happy

           - only if he dresses up like a girl

           -When the two of you don’t let him in, he just turns on the CCTV because??? He wants the juicy gossip on all of the members too??? BAD SAEYOUNG


           -Completely respects your privacy

           -Please, MC, you and Jaehee spend all the time you would like together

           -Talk about whatever you would like

           -Your laughter is muSIC TO HIS EARS


           -He couldn’t care less what the two of you talked about

           -Knows that if you want to share with him, you will

           -Plus, Jaehee isn’t really a loud, rowdy person well most of the time

           -So!! She can stay all she wants!!! It doesn’t break the nice relaxed feeling of the house and he appreciates that

           -He even makes the two of you tea and some snacks every now and then!!! hes like a mum omfg


           -What do you mean you’re going out

           -What do you mean I can’t come in and sit in the living room



           - someone please help him he doesn’t understand how this all works

           -Constant reassuring that you’re just going to hang out with Jaehee!! You aren’t mad!!

           -There’s just some things you have to talk about with a girl friend, ya know??

           -If you bring up even a slightly awkward topic he gets flustered and immediately agrees to leave the two of you alone

           -A lot of the time though, Jaehee doesn’t mind if he’s there? He’s actually pretty quiet and uninterested

           -He just likes to talk shit about Saeyoung let him into the conversation every now and then plEASE he needs to get it out

Evil But with a Heart

Request: “Can you do an imagine where the reader is getting picked on for not being like a “truly evil” villain and harry comforts them? Thanks!“

Warnings: Mentions of death and PG-13 related things/language

A/N: I’m taking Harry Hook as well as Descendants requests! [Request here]

Originally posted by rottentothecoreee

Originally posted by pattysjenkins

You, Harry, Gil and Uma were currently sitting at the table discussing and making plans to rob a store that had diamonds, gems, pearls and pretty expensive jewels.

“Alright Y/N since you have amazing gymnastics skills and due to your incredible flexibility you’ll be the one to look out for any guards on the roof of the building and if there are alarms you’ll disarm them as well and knock out any guards because you know they won’t back down.” Uma instructed.

You nodded. “Alright got it, piece of cake.“ You said cracking your neck.

“Harry.” Uma started and Harry turned. “You’re going to look out for Y/N in case anything happens you’ve got her back. For example if anyone tries to attack her while she’s not looking that’s when you step in.”

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The Keys

Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really appreciate your writings! Love only!

Your name: submit What is this?


After showering, you walk back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.

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His - Part 2 (C.H.)

Originally posted by dimplelashton

A/N: I’m so glad that a lot of you liked the first part and I was really happy to see so many of you requesting for a second part. So, here it is :)

Masterlist || Ask

Part 1 | Part 3


“Maybe I’m just hard to love.”

“Well, would you look at that?” Phoebe told me as I switched my textbooks at my locker.

“What?” I ask without looking at her.

“You have anatomy next.”

I shut my locker and turned to face her. “Yeah, and…?”

She gave me an exasperated sigh. “You see Calum next period.”

“I also saw him this morning, yesterday, and on Friday.” I raised an eyebrow at her as if to say, ‘Your point?

She groaned. “Nevermind. I’ll see you later.”

I gave her a weird look. “Yeah, okay.”

We headed our separate ways for our next class. I walked into my anatomy class and sat at my usual seat towards the back. I surveyed the room and noticed that Calum wasn’t here yet. I shook my head slightly and got my things ready for the class to start.

Get a grip on yourself, Y/N. I scolded myself.

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s p a c e m a l l | Yondu/Reader SFW

request: How about something where Yondu and the Reader meet when the Reader helps Quill find Yondu after getting lost in the space equivalent of a shopping mall and the two hit it off?

(This is seriously so cute. I decided to set it not long after Yondu first picked Peter up, since it makes more sense to me for an earth kid to get lost in a space mall lol. This also turned out different than i expected oops)

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bad ideas (and one good one)

A/N I asked for requests and received! I decided to twist this one up a bit, and incorporate a little self defense into it. It seems a little silly but I thought it would be a good idea to incorporate actual self defense lessons, because you never know when you might need them. Have a good day and stay safe lovelies <3

Warnings: Assault, the things related to it, anxiety

Req by anon: Reader is walking home and she gets mugged and he gets super handsy and she calls out for peter (her boyfriend who she knows is spider man) and peter gets super protective and kicks his ass but then like gets over protective like takes her home and won’t leave her because he just wants to protect her. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense.

Originally posted by delacourr

The soft air of New York brushed against your neck as you made your way home. Your phone kept you company as you tapped around on different social media accounts, just to comfort yourself from the dark. It seemed to you that no matter how old you got, the dark would still get you antsy, and afraid.

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Little Sister

Summary: Based on this anon request-

Can you write one for me? Tony’s baby sister moving to the tower after a nasty break up with an abusive bf and he asks Bucky to help her with some self defense moves? She’s super shy and sweet to ppl. They end up dating and tony approves cause he knows Bucky would never hurt her.

Bucky x reader. FLUFF/BRIEF ANGST. Word count: 1,818.

TW: Reference to abusive ex (not super detailed).

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I kept toying with the ending until I got what I think was the best result. I hope you enjoy it!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey everyone, so this is my younger sister Y/N. She’ll be staying in the tower for awhile, so if could all be your usual warm and welcoming, that would be great,” said Tony as he introduced you to the team. They were all sitting around the television in the common room watching a movie.

“I didn’t know you had a younger sister, Stark,” said Sam.

“Yeah, Y/N doesn’t like the spotlight quite like I do,” replied Tony.

“Well, make yourself at home, Y/N. On behalf of everyone, welcome,” said Steve.

“Yeah! It’ll be nice to have another girl around! What brings you here, Y/N?” asked Wanda.

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The Ghost in Apartment 1403

You x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times. 

Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”

Namjoon had never believed in ghosts. He had always been more of a science person, preferring fact over speculation. He was called a nerd in high school and a genius in college, but the words didn’t change anything—he honestly just liked to learn things.

Taehyung said he could sense ghosts, feel their “auras” he said. Namjoon had laughed and told him that was ridiculous. He had then proceeded to check out all the books he could find in the library disproving supernatural theories. Taehyung had not read a single one, so Namjoon told him the important parts.

There was no such thing as ghosts, so Taehyung should go back to studying math and quit insisting he had the potential to be a medium.

The irony of it all was laughable.

“You were right, Tae.” Namjoon sighed, watching one of his best friends sit on his bedroom floor and flip through his old notebooks. The younger couldn’t hear him, though.

The door to the room was pushed open further, and Yoongi shuffled in. His eyes were red, but he looked fairly calm as he knelt down on the floor by Taehyung.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Taehyung mused quietly. “I thought I was okay, but being here, going through his stuff…”

Yoongi nodded, patting him on the back sympathetically. “I know, I was thinking the same thing. I’m just glad his parents didn’t throw everything out. A lot of this crap was special to him, he wouldn’t want it going in the landfill.”

Namjoon smiled. Yoongi knew him so well. His parents had been by, they had taken all the family pictures and a few other things, and then made a phone call.

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“The tattoo of the pocket watch” soulmate AU

SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title:  “The tattoo of the pocket watch”
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Prompts: SOULMATE AU Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate AND Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts.  

Word count: 1776

Warnings: Some language as usual and I think this is kinda shit… but whatever?

A/N: I think this is kinda… trash??? Yeah probably, let me know whatever. Looooove And of course let me know if you guys want to request anything.

Bucky’s Part || Steve’s Part. || MASTERLIST

|| I don’t own Pietro Maximoff AKA Quicksilver or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

Imeyet li eta rabota?”(*)

She opened her eyes and looked around her bedroom. It was around four in the morning and the day after she had school. But no one was there, so she thought that she may have dream it.

“That was weird” She thought and closed her eyes once again.

“Yavlyayetsya li eto angliyskiy ? U tebya prekrasnyy golos”(**)


When she grow up the voice was still there, it was a male and with a marked accent. But she wasn’t able to understand what he was saying.

Her friends would talk about how great was to have conversations with their soulmates but when it comes to her… well she would just smile and tell them that indeed it was great.

“If I could only understand a word”


By the time she became a teenager she learned more about the soulmate with another language thing, it wasn’t weird and that made her feel calm.

But when she was around seventeen something changed, she was drinking an iced tea on the backyard of her granny’s house when the book that was on her hands fell to the grass.

“Khello ? YA dumayu, chto ya nashel sposob , chtoby pogovorit’ s vami .”(***)

“It’s been a while” she said and lifted her book.

“I know.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“You can speak English?”

“I’ve learned.”

He had learned, for her.

“I’m Pietro”

She smiled, he had such a beautiful name. “Y/N” she said.

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Butterfly and the Beanie (Part Two)

Jughead x Reader

Part One Here 

A relationship comes to an end because of a mistake, but does the flame ever really die?

Warnings: Fighting

Word Count: 3,131 (sorry not sorry)

A/N: I wasn’t going to continue this, but I got a couple requests to, and if anything else it was an interesting ride to see where this took me and I really like how it turned out. I hope it satisfies! P.s. i made Brock up oops soz 

The waiting room is cold, sterile.

A few hours since the accident.

One week since our fight.

I twist the ring on my finger, the butterfly moving back and forth, his beanie sitting in my lap.

I need hope now more than ever.  

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Prompt:  4 & 83 with Peter Parker? 😊

4. “Come here. Let me fix it.”

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight sexual abuse

AN: i’m on a peter parker roll rn and i just c a n n o t deal with all these feelings lmao i have like 4 peter pan requests that i have to go through but i’ve fallen in a tom holland hole and i cannot come out so i’m going to have to write the feelings out haha (also im not sure if nyc actually has metro cards but in my country we do so yeah lol)

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by buckstark

Where the hell is my metro card?

I rummaged through my bag to find my missing metro card. Mary Poppins, herself, would be put to shame with the amount of things I had in this bag. I pushed through notebooks and folders and found nothing. People walked around me, some grumbling at me to watch where I was going. I thought I saw a glimpse of my card when I bumped into someone.

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Nct Dream's reaction to their crush asking them out

Request: Nct dream react to their crush asking them out just before they were going to?

A/N: i assumed ‘asking out’ as in going on a date right?? if you meant asking them out to be their partner then do request again ahh, hope you enjoy reading this!



This nervous little bun literally spent three sleepless nights thinking of how to phrase his words, and had mentally prepared himself if he got all flustered and forgot how to speak in front of you. He prepared himself in the morning, looking his best for you, his heart beating loudly against his chest.

But he was too shocked and flustered to answer when you asked him out instead, his cheeks instantly turning red as he avoids yout eye contact. But after you ask him again, he’d get out of his trance, nodding almost too excitedly as he stammers on his words, too happy and nervous at the same time.

“Y/N Hello-”

“Oh i was just about to find you!


“Yes! I was wondering, if you want to catch a movie together?”


“O-Oh.. Yeah sure!”

Originally posted by nakamotens


He wasn’t nervous over the fact that he was going to ask you out, but instead afraid of your response and that you might reject him. Thank goodness for Jeno for giving him encouragement, as he decided to ask you during lunch break.

Without thinking much, he greeted you with a daily smile as soon as he saw you walk up to him at his table. As soon as you asked, he would be flustered at first, then slowly start to feel excited and happy, as his smile becomes wider and brighter, agreeing with you.

“Oh Y/N what are you doing here?”

“Study date after school? At the moomin cafe?”

“D-Date? Oh… Sure of course!”

Originally posted by neotechs


Was already well prepared and wasn’t feeling as nervous as he thought he would be, as he trusted that you’d go out with him, since both of you were pretty close friends. He greeted you while patting your head, flashing you his sweet smile. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, ready to ask.

But when he saw that you were going to say something, he stopped and nudged for you to continue. He’d giggle to himself immediately, his eyesmiles shining brightly as you notice a slight shade of pink on his cheeks. He’d nod his head quickly, then pinching your cheeks, “Of course”

Originally posted by nctinfo


This dork was internally about to break down and scream from all the nausea and nervousness he was feeling, but still tried to keep his cool in front of everyone else. He had tried out many different ways to ask you out, ranging from really cheesy pick up lines to the ‘cool guy’ versions.

Would become speechless as soon as he beard your question, until all his nervousness has been replaced by pure happiness and excitement. Would probably tease you too, as both his cheeks turn red. But would agree in the end, but still not making it obvious that he likes you.sseeer/p>

“Haechan do you want to go to a cafe after school together?”

“Together- Oh sure of course, but i need to see if i’m free though, i’m very busy you know *wink*”

“All you do is sleep though, how busy can you be”

“Shush, see you outside your classroom at 2!”

Originally posted by donghyukslee


Like Jeno, he’s really calm about this and didn’t really think much about it other than a small faint feeling of nervousness. All he wanted to do was spend some time with you so he didn’t see the need to think so much, as he’d let his words take over at the point of time when he’s going to ask you.

So as soon as you asked him before he did, he’d smile sweetly to you immediately, agreeing and making you feel more comfortable. He felt nothing more than a sense of achievement, but couldn’t stop himself as his cheeks showed a light shade of pink.

“Jaemin, are you free for a small dinner date later?”

“Dinner date…? Oh haha sure, of course!”

“I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds great, see you later Jaemin”

Originally posted by haechannie


A mixture of Jaemin and Haechan- a part of him wanted to scream out loud and hug you but he decided to keep his cool as he didn’t want to scare you. He didn’t really have a plan on how to ask you out, and was praying for the best that you would agree.

Which is why he was over the moon when you asked him first, his cheeks blushing instantly as he kept his head low, giving and awkward but cute laugh. He’d nod at you excitedly like a child, mentioning about how happy he was to be able to go out with you.

“Chenle! There’s a carnival nearby, i was thinking if you wanted to follow me there this weekend?”

“*instant red cheeks* Really…? Me?”

“Yes haha”

“Yes yes!!”

Originally posted by nakamotens


This boy had thought long and hard about how to ask you out, but at the same time, didn’t seek help from the older members because he was afraid that they might tease him, which was why he was lost at what to do. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him at all, because he felt that you never really paid attention to him,which was the total opposite of what you did because he’s too adorable not be noticed.

Which explained why he was in literal shock when you asked him. He was so flustered he dropped all the books he was holding in his arms onto the floor, his body instantly jerking up as soon as he heard your question. Would literally be frozen to the spot and wouldn’t be able to say anything.

“Jisung! Do you want to go to the park with me?”

“*drops everything*Park? T-Two of us, alone?”

“Y-Yeah… Are you okay? It’s okay if you don’t wa-”

“No- I mean yes, i-i’ll go”

Originally posted by nctmark

Tequila (Bucky Fluff)

Hi guys! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I promise I will post more. I just wrote this one today and I hope you enjoy. DON’T LET THE TITLE FOOL YOU THIS IS PURE FLUFF I just didn’t know what to call it aka story of my life. It’s for @cute-but-psychoxx who asked for a fic based on Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur. Guys, I love music requests because I love learning new music! Thank you girl! Hope you enjoy. Happy Friday!

Warnings: drinking, throwing up (it’s not very detailed but still)

AU where Bucky and reader are long time friends who live in the same apartment building. 

In Bucky’s point of view- do y’all like this? feedback always welcome!


“Bucky, Bucky, BUCKY NO!!! No-no-noooooo!” (Y/N)’s screams turned into whines as she saw the last of the tequila slip from the bottle and past my lips. She waddled over to me and slammed her hands on my chest, almost knocking both of us on the floor.

I struggled to keep my balance and swallowed harshly. “What?! I saved you a sip!” I was surprised at how my words slurred, I didn’t think I was that drunk.

I held the bottle out to her which contained just enough liquor to cover the bottom rim. “How generous of you,” she said as she tipped her head back and finished off the bottle. With a victory screech, she tossed the empty glass on the couch and slung her arm around my shoulders. I could feel the devilish smirk on my lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist and dipped her in front of me. Her mouth fell into a wide smile and her bright laugh sent a rush through my veins.

A loud knock on the door made us both freeze. 

“Just ignore it, they’ll go away,” she whispered, her boozy breath fanning over my face. 

As we waited for a sign telling us the knocker had left, I couldn’t stop myself from studying her face. Maybe it was the tequila, or the early morning hour, or the angle I was holding her in, but her lips looked more inviting than usual. Like little cushions that would catch mine if they were to fall. 

Another loud knock made me toss her onto the sofa and walk over to the door. It’s the tequila talking, I thought.

I opened the door to see a very grumpy Mr. Peterson on the other side. The harsh light from the hallway seemed to make his wrinkles double in size. “I understand that you two are having fun, but it is very late, son.”

“Sorry, Mr. Peterson-”

“Mr. P!” (Y/N) yelled from her spot on the sofa. “Do you have any tequila we can borrow? We ran out-”

“We’ll keep it down, Mr. Peterson,” I said closing the door and quietly locking it.

“Well, does he have-” she started.

“Shhhhhh,” I warned, as I sat in the chair closest to her.

“Does he have any tequila we can borrow?” She whispered with her eyes closed and her wrist draped over her forehead. 

“I think we’ve both had enough,” I chuckled, making my words slur even more.

She hummed in agreement and we sat in silence. The kind of comfortable, empty mind silence that only happens when your drunk. 

I don’t know how much time had passed when a loud thump startled me from my non thinking. Her foot had fallen onto the floor and shortly after, her hand landed on my thigh.

“The world is spinning not like on its axis spinning because it’s always actually spinning and we can’t feel it but the world is spinning like I can feel it spinning like I have the spins spinning,” she rambled. 

She groaned loudly until her eyes shot open and her grip tightened on my leg. She got up too fast, sending her spiraling off the couch and onto the floor. I was amazed at how fast she got herself up and ran into the bathroom. My brain finally caught up when I heard the familiar sound of echoed coughing.

“Oh, (Y/N),” I groaned in pity. I shouldn’t have let her drink that much. I stumbled to the bathroom, water bottle and wet towel in hand and knelt by her side. Without my permission, my fingers were drawing patterns into her sleeveless top and messily braiding her hair away from her face like my sisters taught me to do.

My stomach was raging against me, I felt so awful. But then she was laughing.

“I always ruin these kinds of things, huh?” she said over her shoulder. Somehow, her eyes were twinkling and her smile was wide. 

“Yeah,” I joked, handing her the wet cloth and leaning my back up against the tub. 

Once she had cleaned herself up, she chuckled and smacked my shoulder. I winced at the sound of her raw voice. She sighed and situated herself between my legs. “Sorry I’m gross,” she said, leaning against my chest. 

“Not any more gross than usual,” I said, pulling her closer so her legs draped over mine and her head leaned on my shoulder. I felt her laughing against he crook of my neck.

She placed her hand on my chest and rubbed her thumb back and forth. Her movements were so gentle and soft, I could hardly feel them, but she sent me soaring.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? Sleep on the couch?”

“Nah,” I said. “I can make the trek upstairs. And you should get some rest.” I pulled her hair from her shoulders and gently unwound the messy braid down her back. She sighed and I felt her eyelashes brush against my neck as her eyes closed. 

“Okay. In a minute,” she said.

I continued to play with the ends of her hair while my mind drifted. I could no longer feel any tingling in my limbs and my head wasn’t spinning anymore. I tightened my arms around her as her breathing slowed and deepened and her hand limply fell from my chest.

I had no clue what time it was, but I felt sleep tugging at my eyes. I finally settled for sleeping on the bathroom floor and let my chin rest on (Y/N)’s head as I closed my eyes and tried to figure out when I started falling in love with my best friend.


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Seeking Roommate for Apartment in Brooklyn

Kind of loosely based on this anon request, but I tweaked it a bit (sorry anon!):

Can you write one where Bucky and Steve place an ad for a third housemate and they choose a 19 yr old girl that was kicked out by her family for being a witch? They make her feel accepted and invite her to work with the avengers. She’s a bit of a tomboy and I’d love it if either Bucky or Wanda fall for her.

Reader’s age is not specified and she has powers but isn’t specifically referred to as a witch. Otherwise, it’s the same general concept.

Bucky x reader. FLUFF. Word count: 2,439.

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“’Two cool guys seeking roommate for apartment in Brooklyn. No pets, no smoking. Just need a third to help with rent.’ Not bad, Bucky. That was smart that you put my number as the contact, since you’re kinda bad at answering your phone,” said Steve as he closed his laptop.

“Steve, I’m lucky if I can even get the thing to turn on. I thought I did okay with the ad. Hopefully someone will answer it. Tell me again why we got a three bedroom apartment when there are only two of us?”

Steve stood and walked over to the fridge. “I thought we could have an office, but it turns out avenging doesn’t pay well and rent is really expensive,” he said as he grabbed a beer.

“Well, just make sure you keep your phone handy or else we’re gonna have to move back into the tower and deal with Tony Snark all the time,” joked Bucky. Oddly enough, Steve’s phone began ringing.

“Hello? Yeah, you’ve got the right number. You have a pet cockatoo? And you’re a drummer? I don’t think that’ll work out. Sorry, bro.” Steve hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is gonna be a process, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but good call on bird guy. Sam is more than enough bird for me, and I already have a hard enough time sleeping without Ringo making noise 24/7. Hopefully we find a new roomie soon, though.” As if on cue, Steve’s phone rang again.

“Hello? Yeah, this is Steve, you have the right number. You can afford your chunk of the rent, right? Oh, no job. Huh. Well, as long as you can get something lined up by the time rent is due, I guess that’s okay. You don’t play any loud instruments, right? Okay, and you’re okay with the fact that you’ll be living with guys? No, I promise we aren’t creeps. I think once you meet us you’ll be confident in that. We’ll be around if you wanna come take a look at the place later. Half an hour? Okay, see you then, Y/N.”

“Well that sounded promising,” said Bucky.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s trying to get back on her feet after some sort of falling out with her family. She’s pretty sure she can get a job lined up by the next time rent is due, and she seems nice, so I think we should give her a chance. She’ll be here in half an hour to look around, so maybe tidy up a bit? I’m gonna run to the store and grab some flowers or something to brighten up the place. And maybe crack a window, too? This place smells like pizza, and not in a good way,” said Steve. He grabbed his keys and headed out, leaving Bucky alone to clean. He threw out the soda cans and candy wrappers, tossed some scattered clothes in the hamper, and vacuumed. He opened every window and before Steve came back, there was a soft knock on the door. Bucky answered it.

“You must be Y/N. I’m Bucky. Steve is on his way back from running an errand. Come on in, take a look around.”

“Wow, this place is pretty clean for a couple of guys living here. I’m impressed,” you joked as you walked through the apartment. “Pretty nice kitchen, too. I like baking, so if this works out you can expect a steady stream of cookies.”

“Deal! Well, I mean, I should probably check with Steve, but if you like the place it’s cool with me. That room over there would be yours. There’s a futon in it, but you can swap it for a real bed if you want,” said Bucky.

“Futon is fine for now. I like it here, so if Steve’s okay with it I’d like to move in. I have a few interviews lined up, so even though I don’t have a job at the moment I’m fairly certain I’ll have something by the time rent is due, and I have a little cash saved up in the meantime. Hey, umm, this might sound kinda weird, but you look really familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before? Your friend Steve sounded really familiar too, but I couldn’t connect the voice to a face,” you explained, hoping it wouldn’t come across as weird. Before Bucky could answer you, Steve walked through the door, flowers in hand.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re here early,” he said as he set the flowers on the kitchen counter. “I just grabbed these to kind of, uh, brighten the place up. Anyway, what do you think? You like it?”

“Shit! You’re Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes! What are two Avengers doing in an apartment in Brooklyn?” you asked, shocked that you stumbled into the apartment of Captain America and the Winter Soldier.

“Eh, we grew up in Brooklyn, and we don’t really like being on Stark’s payroll, so we could use a third to help with the rent. I told ya we weren’t creeps,” said Steve with a chuckle. “So, you wanna move in?”

“Yeah! Would it be okay if I moved in, maybe, umm, now? All my stuff is in my car already since I’ve kinda, umm, been living in it,” you sheepishly explained.

“Sounds fine with me. We’ll help you with your stuff,” said Bucky.

The two men helped you carry your things in and you settled into your room. There wasn’t much to unpack, which was good because you didn’t have a dresser. You didn’t have any job interviews until the following day and it was starting to get a little late, so you went out into the living room to hang out with Steve and Bucky for a little while.

“I think maybe it would be good for the three of us to set a few ground rules? You know, like a sort of roommate agreement. What do you think?” asked Steve. You and Bucky agreed that it would probably be a good idea.

“Okay, first rule—when Steve and I come back from a mission Y/N has to make us welcome home cookies,” suggested Bucky. You nodded affirmatively and gave a thumbs-up.

“No bringing anyone home to geek out over the whole superhero thing, please. We really aren’t too fond of the spotlight and like to keep a low profile when we can,” added Steve.

“If any of my relatives come around, please tell them I’m not home and I’ll call them. Don’t let them in,” you requested.

“Deal, but do we get to hear your tragic backstory or what?” asked Bucky.

“Buck! It’s not our place. Sorry, Y/N. Bucky’s social skills are still a little lacking from time to time. You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to,” explained Steve.

“No, it’s fine. I mean, I wasn’t gonna say anything about it but I think if anyone will be understanding it would be you guys. The thing is, I was in a car accident a few years ago, and since then things have been a little…strange. I was living back home while I was between jobs, but my family kinda kicked me out when they realized I was different.” You stopped, not realizing a little more explanation would be necessary.

“Different, how?” asked Bucky.

“Well, umm, I can kinda, umm, move things…with my mind. I can also generate these sort of energy fields—it’s all really similar to Wanda Maximoff based on what I’ve seen of her on TV. I don’t really like using my powers though. I’m no Avenger. I just like to keep a quiet, calm life. My family thinks I’m some sort of monster though, which is why I split. I hope this isn’t gonna be an issue.”

“Y/N. We’re both like a hundred years old. I’m wearing long sleeves and a glove but I literally have a cybernetic arm. We’re all a little weird here, so it’s no biggie. We’ll keep our mouths shut about it, but if you ever decide you want to get into the superhero business, I’m pretty sure we can hook you up with a gig fighting bad guys,” said Bucky. You smiled and reached out to hug him, which brought a strange look to his face.

“Sorry. I’m a bit of a hugger. If I’m overstepping just tell me to back off. Promise I won’t be offended,” you said apologetically.

“No, it’s fine,” Bucky paused and embraced you. “It’s just that people don’t usually hug me. It’s like they think I’m gonna crush them with my arm or something. Your hair smells wonderful by the way.”

“Way to make it weird, Buck. Anyway, I’ve gotta head out—I’m meeting Nat for some sparring practice. If you come up with anything else for the roommate agreement just add it in. See you later!” said Steve as he grabbed his jacket and keys.

“Have fun getting your ass kicked by Natasha,” teased Bucky. Steve tossed you a key from the dish so you could come and go as you pleased, and you and Bucky spent the rest of the evening watching TV together and talking.

Before you knew it, you had a waitressing job at a diner just a few blocks away from the apartment and life was good. Steve and Bucky had quickly become your best friends—especially Bucky. Steve was not a homebody and was rarely in the apartment, but you and Bucky spent tons of time playing board games together, watching movies, and you even got Bucky into baking and it turns out he’s pretty good at decorating cakes. You could feel yourself falling for him but didn’t think he felt the same way.

“Hey, Y/N, I wanna talk to you about something that’s been bothering me for awhile now,” said Bucky as you hung up your coat, having just gotten home from a shift at the diner.

“And what would that be?”

“Well, it’s probably gonna sound rude and I’m sorry if it does, but I think you’re wasting a lot of potential not joining the team. I just think that maybe you were given your gifts for a reason and that reason is almost definitely not so you can wait tables.”

“Actually, I’ve been kinda thinking that too, but it all seems so scary. All of the shooting and the bad guys—I don’t know if I could handle it,” you explained.

“Well yeah, but I’d be right by your side to help back you up and to protect you if things went sour. I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N. I—“ Bucky stopped and there was an awkward moment of silence as Bucky looked longingly into your eyes before turning his head down and staring at his boots. “Maybe just give it a try?”

You agreed to give it a try. In your spare time, you went to the tower with Bucky to train. At first you were self conscious using your powers in front of him because they always made you feel so vulnerable, but soon enough Bucky’s encouragement made you become not only comfortable using them, but also very skilled. After a few weeks of training, you quit your job at the diner and became a full-time Avenger. Tony offered you a room in the tower, but you preferred your apartment with the guys.

For your first several missions, Bucky stayed right by your side for every minute, per Cap’s orders, but once you had been given free reign of the battlefield, you noticed Bucky was still your shadow. After a few missions like this, you decided to have a talk with Bucky about it.

“Hey, Buck. Can we talk about something?” you asked as you walked into the apartment with dinner.

“If that pizza you’re holding is from Gino’s, yes.”

“There’s something that’s been bothering me,” you said, setting down the pizza box on the coffee table and then sitting on the couch next to Bucky. “It’s just that Steve said I don’t need babysitting on missions anymore but you’re always right on my tail. Do you not trust me to hold my own?” At your words, Bucky’s eyes grew wide with disbelief.

“Is that what you think? Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It’s not that, it’s just…” he trailed off, but you poked him and he got back in the zone. “It’s just that I know it was me who asked you to join the team but it is really dangerous and I just couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. I know you’re capable of holding your own but I love you and I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you.”

“Now when you say you love me, do you mean like ‘you’re my friend’ kind of love or like ‘I’m in love with you’ kind of love?” you asked, silently praying it was the latter option.

“The second kind. I have been for awhile, but I figured that since we live together and work together that if you didn’t feel the same way things would get really awkward, and I didn’t want to risk screwing up our friendship, but now that I’ve gone and run my mouth I guess there’s really no going back from that, so what do you say?”

“First, I’d say that that’s the longest run-on sentence I think I’ve ever heard. Second, I’d say that I love you, too.” You smiled, and Bucky leaned in and planted a long, soft kiss on your lips, followed by another quick peck. “So, what does this mean?” you asked, unsure of what the future would look like for you and Bucky.

“Well, despite my 1940s sense of romance, I think it might be kinda silly to ask you out on a bunch of dates when we already spend like 90% of our time together, so maybe I’ll jump a little bit ahead and ask if you will be my girlfriend? You know, make it official?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

The pizza grew cold as you spent the next 20 minutes making out with Bucky on the couch, only stopping when Steve walked in on you.

“Are you two finally an item? I hope so, because this whole awkward tension thing was getting really old. So, am I officially the third wheel or what?” asked Steve through a cheesy grin.

“Sorry Steve, looks like you’re a third wheel,” said Bucky as he reached out and grabbed your hand.

“Well, if that pizza over there is from Gino’s, then I guess I don’t mind.”

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Better Places (Requested)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Request: Can I request a Pietro Maximoff x reader one shot where the reader has an oxygen tank that they always need to have?
Featuring: Wanda
Word Count: 1120
Warning: swearing, mention of blood/violence, medical type stuff, fluff
A/N: Just a reminder this is before the twins got their powers, and I hope I used all the right terms and didn’t say anything offensive!!
Tagging: @writing-rogue​​, @notsoprettykitty​, @metuel16,

Originally posted by wintersoulja

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               You were sitting in your apartment, towers of books surrounding you as you picked up another novel. As of recent it wasn’t exactly safe for you in the streets of Sokovia. Riots had broken out before, like after the bombings, but now there were multiply a day. Men and women marched in the streets, screaming profanities and hoping for change. The rioters also had become violent, at first it was silent protest, but now fights broke out between law force and freedom fighters. Pietro and Wanda were one of the many fighters in the streets, while you would stay hidden away in your apartment. The twins wouldn’t even let you go out, they worried about you since you had an oxygen tank. A souvenir from the bombings you often joked. Today was another day spent filling your mind with words, stories of adventures and better places. You had been lost in a particular vivid novel when there was heavy knocking at your door. “Y/n, p-please open the door.” Pietro croaked and soon you were dragging your cart behind you to the door. You huffed in annoyance, wanting to go back to reading when you saw Pietro, bleeding.

“Holy shit—oh my god what did you do?!” You shouted as he clutched the side of his arm, staggering into your apartment.

“Okay—ow, ugh—don’t get mad okay?” Pietro groaned as he leaned against your wall.

“Pietro what happened, why are you bleeding?”

“I—uh sorta got shot.” 

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Part Of The Family

Carter Hart x Reader

Team: Philadelphia Flyers

Warnings: None

POV: Second

@ministromer:  Can I request a cute fluffy Carter Hart one! ❤️

Here ya go best friend :’) Possibly open for a second part if requested

Originally posted by nr1nuggetslover

Your name: submit What is this?

“How about this one?” You held up a light blue shirt to your torso, flattening it out against your chest. 

Carter was leaned against the cart, looking at the shirt carefully. “No,” He started. “It’s the wrong shade.”

“Wrong sha– Carter! We’ve been looking for over half an hour, can’t we just pick a shirt?” You asked, messily throwing the shirt back on the rack it came from. 

Carter chuckled and straightened out, slowly beginning to push the cart. “We can’t just grab a shirt and go,” He said, smiling at you, despite your unhappiness. “We have to match the one I’m wearing.” 

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Friendly Competition [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: snow day aka seduce seb day (or i had an idea) /requests closed right now/

WARNING: Seduction…?

Mr. Shue’s idea is so…ugh. The glee club invited the Warblers to do some performances with each other. Some kind of ‘attempt to reach good terms’. You stand on stage next to Britney, arms crossed over your tight black crop top, glaring at Sebastian. “Okay, Y/N, you can present first. Is there anything you need before I leave to talk to Miss P?” Mr. Shue asks, hands on the edge of the stage.

“Why, yes, Mr. Shue, I need Sebastian…” you pat the plastic chair, “Right here.” you grin, legs moving in your leather shorts. Nodding, Mr. Shue points to the stage; the Warbler sneers, hopping on stage and plopping in the seat, crossing his arms. Shue exits and you peer at Britney and Santana, who are also in black.

The music starts; Santana begins. “What it do babyboo?” she nods at her girlfriend, rapping, “Yeah, little mama you lookin’ good, I see you wanna play with a player from the hood. Come holla at me, you got it like that, Big Snoop Dogg, with the lead Pussycat. I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna go down. Me and you, one on one, treat you like a shorty; You look at me and I look at you, I’m reachin’ for your shirt what you want me to do?” she freestyles.

You strut towards Sebastian, singing the chorus, “I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh), but you keep fronting (Uh),” you squat in front of him, rubbing your hands through your hair as Brit and Rachel sing backup. “saying what you goin’ do to me (Uh huh), but I ain’t seen nothing (Uh).”

Standing up, you stalk around him, licking your bottom lip. He shifts uncomfortably, mossy green eyes following your every move, dress slacks becoming tight. “Typical, hardly the type I fall for. I like when the physical.” you pull his striped tie, causing his arms to fall at his sides. “Don’t leave me asking for more. I’m a sexy mama (Mama).” you smirk, watching his pouty mouth open wide, “Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna). What I want to do is spring this on ya (On ya). Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya)…”

Sebastian swallows harshly, feeling your fingers run up his white button down. His dick is throbbing at the sight of your breasts in his face. Oh god…. “You been sayin’ all the right things all night long, but I can’t seem to get you over here to help take this off. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” Roughly, you push his navy blue blazer off his shoulders, making him gasp. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow. I don’t think you know…” you sing, letting the other girls sing the chorus again.

As his blazer falls to the floor, you back away, unzipping your black hoodie, exposing your crop top fully. “You say you’re a big boy, but I can’t agree. ‘Cause the love you said you had, ain’t been put on me.” you smirk, sashaying up to the snarky Warbler. “I wonder (Wonder), if I’m just too much for you. Wonder (Wonder), if my kiss don’t make you just…Wonder (Wonder) what I got next for you. What you want to do? (Do)” you ask, batting your eyelashes, hands running up his thighs.

Sebastian squirms, scoffing, eyebrows furrowing as if silently asking ‘are you kidding?’. You smirk, showing off your breasts, “Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours.” you point to yourself; his eyes darken. “I can see, just like most guys, that your game don’t please. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” you toss your hoodie of the stage. Kurt catches it, laughing. Sebastian breathes heavily when you yank him by his tie. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow, I don’t think you know…” you throw your head back, going into the chorus again as the other girls dance.

Puckering your lips, you get ready to rap, moving to the back of the chair. The Warbler groans, feeling you mess up his hair. “Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need, And let me tell you what’s crackalackin’ before I proceed.” you grab his chin, forcing his head to the side; his jaw tenses. “Ima show you where to put it at. PCD told me, yeah, I thought I saw a Pussycat.” you smirk, seeing him glare at you. “Now roll with the big dog, all six of y'all on me, now tell me how it feel babydoll. Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody, you feelin’ me?” you muse, letting of his jaw.

“Ha, ha…hot!” Britney smirks, fanning herself and pausing.

Santana laughs, leaning on her girlfriend, “Ha, ha…loosen up!”

“Ha, ha…yeah…” Rachel and Quinn say together.

You step toward the front of him, face to face, “Ha, ha…I can’t take this…” you mumble, stomping to the beat as the chorus returns.

Suddenly, he stands up, knocking the chair back with his foot. The music stops and the two of you stare at each other, making the New Directions and Warblers uncomfortable. “Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me.” Sebastian smirks, gesturing to you and him, “Let’s talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be.” The rest of the Warblers join him from below the stage as he corners you to the wall. “Let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about se-”

“Throw your clothes!” you cut him off, grabbing his arms and placing them around your waist. “On the floor!” He harmonizes, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna take my clothes off too; I made plans to be with you.” you sing together, hitting the note perfectly. Your eyelids screw shut, “Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do!”

Sebastian picks you up, ignoring the other people in the room; hands under your thighs. “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I’ll make love to you, when you want me to. And I will not let go 'till you tell me to…” he sings, eyes darting to your lips.

“Touch my body, put me on the floor… Wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed…” you hum, hands flying to his hair, “I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs all around your waist. Just a little taste. Touch my body, know you love my curves-”

Sebastian presses his lips to yours, surprising everyone. (Kurt screams in horror and Blaine covers his mouth.) You groan, tugging on his chestnut hair. The door squeaks open and  you jump down, looking at Mr. Shue entering. “Guys! You do your song yet?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes they did.” Sebastian smirks, gazing at you, “It was…electric.” he winks, picking up his blazer from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I gotta go. Can’t stand this public school smell…” he sneers, peering at you quickly before heading off stage.

Huffing, your shoulders slump. Britney touches your upper arm as the Warblers pile through the double doors. “It’s okay, Y/N, maybe you can have sex with the mean molerat another day.” she says hopefully.

Your eyes go wide, “Britney, shh!”