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Leave Me Breathless

Originally posted by kevinkeller

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “68 & 73 with Zach Dempsey?? If just one number than just 68 :,) <3.”


68. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.”
73. “Where did you get that hickey?”

Word count: 1.695

Posted: 09th of May 2017

A/N: This is the first request that I got for my personal prompt list and I must say that I had fun on writing this. These prompts helped me to write these requests faster. In fact, I already have another two drafts from my prompt requests. I am so excited to write them all and there are still some numbers left, so don’t hesitate to request. Thank you for this request and for the others that I received.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than 50 prompts to write. I am so sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: slightly swearing, betraying

“Hey (Y/N)!” Your best friend Zach softly greeted you as he entered the school library. He put his backpack on the large desk in front of him and took the seat beside you.

“Wow, Zachary Dempsey in the library!” You mocked while you were poking him with your pen. “Tell me, you need to meet your girlfriend here, right?”

“Uhm,” He scratched his head with a wide I’m-in-a-trouble smile. “yup.”

“I noticed.” You smiled at him, but quickly looked away as you continued writing for your Science test for the next hour.

“Did you skip History class to study?” He asked, even though he was just stating the obvious. Zach knew your timetable, although the only class you had together was Peer Communications.

“I thought it was already obvious.” You flashed him your judging face and he rolled his eyes in response. You giggled softly and Zach just huffed.

You’ve always liked Zach, but you never had the guts to tell him the truth. You were so insecure of yourself and you were afraid that he would never love you back. In fact, it broke your heart when he announced you that he started to date Meghan, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty High.

You were thankful though, because your relationship with Zach didn’t change, not even a tittle, or maybe some little things changed.

You’ve always had that more than best friends but less than lovers relationship with Zach and you were both okay with that. In fact, it never bothered you to kiss him during one of your friends’ house parties. Sometimes he would even tell you some sexual jokes, but you never pushed further than a passionate and deep French kiss. Of course, this thing has changed, because he was already dating someone and it wasn’t the right thing to cheat on his girlfriend.

“Hey, are you okay?” Zach called for your attention by waving his hand in front of you and you harshly shook your head to forget your thoughts about your best friend. You felt your cheeks burning at the thought of kissing Zach and you knew that he noticed your bright red face.

“Oh, yup.” You flashed him a sweet smile, but then you decided to stand up and head to the shelves, where Science books were located, to hide your blushing cheeks. You looked for a book that might be handy during your test and you freely released your tensed sensation.

You looked for some books while you wished that Zach didn’t follow you so you could calm yourself down.

“What the fuck!?” You loudly exclaimed as you held your chest for the shock. You saw Zach standing behind the shelves, leaning on the candid and cold wall of the library as he observed you.

“Shush!” You heard someone shouting from afar and you assumed that it was the old librarian, who sat on her computer desk near the entrance of the library.

“Sorry.” You and Zach said in unison and you slapped him using a thick textbook that you had in your hand.

“I didn’t mean to, sorry.” Zach whispered and you rolled your eyes as you stopped hitting him with the book.

“Fine.” You softly said and you decided to walk back to your place, but Zach stopped you as he held your forearm firmly. “What?”

“I miss you.” He sincerely said as you looked at your forearm, wrapped with Zach’s big hand. You knew what he meant and you obviously felt the same.

“Zach,” You pulled your forearm back and his hand fell in his side. You put the book back to the shelf as you tried to clear things with Zach. “you know that we can’t do those things, anymore.”

“I know, but I miss your lips. I miss your kisses.” He sadly confessed. He didn’t want to be a treacherous boyfriend, but the feeling was stronger than he was. He missed you a lot and the weight he had in his chest surely didn’t help him to forget your kisses. “I miss you, (Y/N).”

“Zach, I don’t want to betray people.” You looked at him and you read what his brown eyes tried to tell you. He was surely sad and he had this feeling that he was about to lose you because of the presence of his actual girlfriend. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“I know, no one deserves this,” He unleashed a long deep sigh and he pulled you closer to him. “but I love you, (Y/N). I love you and not Meg.”

“Zach, this is so wrong. I love you too, but this is about lacking respect for someone.” You insisted, but Zach didn’t listen to you. You confessed your feelings and you were shocked for what he has just said to you, but that wasn’t the most important thing during that moment. You were about to betray someone and you couldn’t stand that feeling.

You were about to open your mouth to say something else, to start a debate between you and Zach but you suddenly felt his soft red lips on yours.

You were shocked at first, but you could never lie to yourself. You missed Zach’s kisses too and you longed for his lips every time you would see him with his girlfriend. You would always wish that he was your boyfriend.

The kiss became passionate when you responded back to his movements. He gently pushed you against the wall, behind some book shelves so people wouldn’t have the chance to see you. He held your hips tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing because of your height difference.

The kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was one of those breathtaking kisses, those kisses that could leave you breathless.

“Zach!” You shouted whispering as you broke the kiss. The reality sank in your mind and you felt disgusting, realizing what you were doing. You slowly unwrapped your arms from his neck as you panted for the deep kiss that you just had. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.

“She will never know, (Y/N).” He leant in once again and he started to kiss your forehead, your temples, your cheeks and he went down to kiss your neck. He left some wet kisses on it and you wanted him to stop, but something suddenly took your voice away. Instead of barricading him, you pushed him closer to your neck and pulled his soft black hair.

You let him do what he had in his mind and you encouraged him to keep on doing it as you felt him sucking your neck hardly. You slightly let out a soft moan, it was so soft that only Zach could hear it.

It felt great, breathless just like the kiss before, but it was a little bit pungent and painful too. He bit your neck and continued marking your neck as if it was his own territory.

“Zach?” Your eyes shot open as you heard Meghan’s voice and you slightly pushed Zach away. The tranquil paradise that you were imagining has been changed by the loud and deafening shouts of hell.

Zach rolled his eyes and huffed against your skin. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and you smiled at him. He caressed the love bite that he has just left and he smirked at you.

“Idiot.” You shook your head and you tiptoed to give him a quick peck on his lips. He was shocked, but then smiled at you. You liked what you did, although you felt horrible. You really felt horrible.

“Naughty.” He whispered and you winked at him. You made your way back through the shelves and grabbed the book that you were holding before the things between you and Zach happened.

“Hey Meg!” You cheerfully greeted as you saw her walking on the same aisle you were in. “What’s up?”

“Hey (Y/N)!” She pulled a fake smile as she greeted you. She has always hated you since she discovered that you were Zach’s best friend. It was great, wasn’t it? “Did you see Zach? His things were on the table.”

“Yeah, he was searching for something before but then I lost him.” You raised your shoulders as you lied through your teeth. You felt bad, of course, but you would never want Zach to be in a great trouble with her.

“OMG,” Her eyes grew wide as she didn’t mind your answer and you noticed that her gaze fell on your neck. “Where did you get that hickey?

“Oh, this?” You pretended that you didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then you pointed at the love bite that you had on your neck. Your eyes grew wide as you peeked at it and it revealed you the reddish purple colour of it, almost scarlet.

“Yes!” She smirked at you, obviously not knowing from who it was, you honestly felt sorry for the innocent girl during that moment. You saw Zach walk near the two of you, leaving a little bit of space between him and Meghan.

“Just a weekend fling, nothing much.” You sugarcoated your lies with a sweet smile and you turned your head to Zach. “Oh, look. He’s here.”

“Oh, I noticed.” She nodded and smiled at you. Zach didn’t seem so excited to see his girlfriend, but it wasn’t one of your businesses.

“See you around guys!” You looked at Zach and you flashed him a naughty smirk. You noticed that he giggled a little bit and you winked at him, Meghan obliviously stood few steps away from Zach, thinking that you were teasing Zach with her.

“See you, (Y/N)!” They softly said in unison and you started to walk back to your place, packing up your things and you headed to the librarian to borrow the book that you needed.

You smiled at the thought of the kiss that you shared with Zach, but a knot was built in your stomach as soon as the thought of betraying his girlfriend sank in your mind.

How was the kiss? It was incredibly great. What might happen after? It would be plausibly terrible.

I Can Be Gentle

Author: C. Ford

Characters: John x Reader, Sherlock

A/N: A John x Reader fic for all the John!girls out there @martinfreemanisababe@fandomfreak221b@jessiedangerous​ and @disneychic8. Just send me an ask if you want to be tagged or untagged. I wrote this with a soupy brain, but I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome :)

(Gif isn’t mine)

Summary: After getting hurt from a case, Sherlock aided your wounds. And John just doesn’t like other people touching you.

Themes: Jealous!John. John being mean. Smut. Fluffy ending.

Word Count: 1700+

“Ow! Sherlock, gentler please.” You hissed.

“Stop fidgeting then.” He answered with a sharpness to his tone as he continued to attend to your shoulder wound. You rolled your eyes at him and tried to stabilize yourself by holding onto the edges of the counter you were currently sitting on. “This is what you get for not listening to me.” He looked at you through his long lashes and you scoffed. “You deserve it.” He jokingly teased with a straight face prompting you to swat the side of his arm making him flinch a little. He smirked at your gesture and you ended up laughing with him as he finished dressing your wound.

“What’s going on?” John asked. His voice mimicked his expression, surprised yet equally steely. His fists were balled on either side as he tried not to jump to conclusions. There better be a damn good reason why you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Sherlock standing in between your open legs.

You and Sherlock looked at him at the same time “John.” You smiled at him but then you noticed his hostile posture, as did Sherlock. He distanced himself from you, allowing John to see your injured shoulder.

“What the hell happened?” John furrowed his brows and walked to stand directly in front of you, blocking his flatmate completely. Sherlock lost a bit of balance and met your eyes with a frown before shaking it off and speaking.

“It’s a shallow cut. We were out on a case and there’s this-”

“I’m sorry mate, did it sound like I was talking to you?” John said with a sharpness to his polite tone, his eyes burning through Sherlock’s skull.

“John.” You warned but Sherlock took the oh-so-obvious hint and decided to back off.

“I think I better leave…” He said, collecting his coat and scarf by the door before leaving the same way he went in.

“That was rude, John.” You said upon hearing the door click shut. “This jealousy thing is getting out of hand.” You scowled at him as you got down from the counter. “I mean, he’s your best friend, for god’s sake.”

“I know he is. And I just saw him between my girlfriend’s legs.” He countered, adamant on his resolve.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe you!” You looked at him with distaste. “I was injured. He was giving me first aid!”

“You were literally breathing the same fucking air!” He loudly retorted. “And why not come to me? I’m the doctor here.”

“You’re also a soldier, as you keep threatening Sherlock with…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He tilted his head, brows knotted.

“Nothing. It’s just- you know.” You examined his reaction, wondering whether you should say what you’re about to say knowing that John overreacts to the stupidest things. “You can be a little… heavy-handed.”

John pulled his head back a bit in disbelief. “You mean, Sherlock is gentler than me?” He asked. You managed a little ‘Well…’ before he spoke again. “So that’s it then, hm? Sherlock treats you better than I do? You prefer him over me?”

You actually groaned at him. You’re bleeding through the gauze on your wound, your muscles are sore like crazy (for running 12 blocks) and now he’s giving you a headache.

“You know what, John?” You calmly spoke. “I don’t need this right now. When or if you decide to get your head out of your ass, I don’t know- just send me a text or something.” You said as you retreated back to your room. Not hearing another word from John.

Left in the kitchen, he found himself staring at the empty space you used to be in. 

The door creaked open and a familiar voice erupted.

“Hello, John.” Sherlock spoke.

“What the- How did you get in?” John asked.

“I, uh, have a key.” He dangled some keys.

“Those are my keys.” John said. Classic Sherlock, he thought “I lost those a few weeks ago.”

“No, you didn’t. I took them. I also have your old service weapon but that’s not why I came back.” He spoke rather quickly.

“What is it then?” John seemed to have calmed down.

“Well, I came to get my phone…” He reached for his phone somewhere on the counter, near John’s side. “and to tell you that you shouldn’t worry about me and Y/N.” His voice was filled with sincerity. “She’s my family, like you’re my family. I do love her but not in the way that you’re thinking.” Sherlock explained. “I would never do that to you.”

John breathed, his shoulders slumping a little, feeling like an idiot. “I know that…”

“Did you really?” Sherlock scrunched his forehead. “It didn’t seem that way to me a few minutes ago. Or that time at the supermarket. Or at Mrs. Hudson’s birthday. Or when we were at the science convention-”

“Hey, you said a very sexual comment at the science convention.” John pointed at Sherlock, remembering the ‘You got a nice set of jugs.’ incident.

“Christ, John! I was talking about the measuring jugs that she bought.” Sherlock laughed and John felt stupid again.

Smiles were exchanged and seconds passed before Sherlock spoke again. “Seriously, John. Y/N loves you. I think maybe it’s time you give her the same level of faith she’s giving you. You know she deserves it.”

“You’re right.” John nodded. “Listen, Sherlock, I-”

“I know.” Sherlock cut him off as he was trying to apologize. “Save it for her. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He said, offering his hand to John.

“So we’re good?” John asked, shaking Sherlock’s hand.

“We’re good.”

Three knocks caught your attention and you watched as John slowly opened the door. “Y/N?” He called.

“…Bathroom.” You hesitated before you answered. You were still cross with him but you really didn’t have the energy to argue. The bathroom door was open so John was able to look inside.

“You’re bleeding through your shirt…” Concern was etched on his face when he moved closer to examine your shoulder. “We need to redress this. Can you take off your top?” He noticed how you avoided looking directly at him.

“Yeah…” You muttered before taking your shirt off, wincing at the stinging pain. John took the first aid kit he had below the sink and redressed your wound, going as tender as he can possibly can. You took note of his effort and softened up a little bit. After he finished, realizing you can’t shower, you filled a small basin with warm water and took a hand towel from the rack. You were having trouble wringing the wet cloth what with a bad arm.

“I can help you with that.” He volunteered and you finally looked at him. “Let me help, please.” You gave him the washcloth but then you grunted at the pain in your legs. “What’s wrong?”

“My legs are killing me…” You reached down to massage one when John suggested for you to sit down, so you moved to bed.

Wringing the towel, John rubbed on your good arm. “Y/N, I, uh, wanted to apologize for how I acted.” He said. “You’ve been nothing but understanding of me and my work hours and I’ve been nothing but a jealous boyfriend. I should have known better than to be doubtful of you.” He looked up to meet your eyes.

“Go on.”

“Yes. Yes, I will.” He said and you smiled at how flustered he got. “We, uh, barely see each other because of work and on the days that we are together, I don’t want it to be like this. So, I’m so sorry for being a jealous prick-”

His words were cut off with your mouth on his. When you pulled away, John took a second to breathe in and went in again for another kiss, deeper and much more intimate this time. John caught the side of your body, tracing patterns with his warm hand before travelling to your back and unhooking your bra. Goosebumps sprinkled your skin when the cool air hit your exposed breasts. John took one breast in his hand and very softly kneaded it, giving your hardened nipple a light pinch. A groan rumbled from your throat before breaking the kiss and whispering, “Lay down on the bed.”

You did as you were told and settled yourself on the bed. John climbed the bed and kissed you again before going down to kiss your neck and suck at your pulse point. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt a fresh wave of arousal on your already wet core.

“What is this?” You managed to ask, wondering (but so not complaining) why John is being so gentle with you.

“This is me proving that I can be gentle and me deciding to pull my head out of my ass.” He smiled and a chuckle left you.

“A thought I told you to send me a text or something?”

“I went with ‘or something’.” He took one breast in his mouth, circling the nipple with his tongue while he played with the other using his hand.

You were trailing your hand to open your trousers when his hand caught your wrist. “Let me. I’ll take care of you, love. Just relax.” He’d unbuttoned and unzipped you when you asked.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. I want to do this for you.” He pulled your trousers and your underwear all the way off of you. He settled between your thighs and touched your dripping sex, coating his thumbs with your slick. “You’re soaking.” He commented before licking a broad stripe all the way up to your clit and you shuddered at the contact.

“More.” You breathed, needy and wanting. His mouth was immediately on you, his tongue darting out and adding to the sensation. You looked down and the view of John face buried in your sex sent a flood of slick to your core.

“Holy fuck, Y/N, you taste so good.” John moaned, the vibrations threatening to tip you over to the edge. John added two fingers in and he felt you clench around him. He continued pumping in and out of you and a few moments after, your breath is picking up the pace.

“John, I’m gonna-!” You moaned and John sped up the pace of his thrusts as he sucked on your swollen bud. Within seconds, your orgasm hit you like a train. Your walls, convulsing around his fingers as he helped you ride it out.

“That was amazing.” You breathed as John lied down beside you. “I really needed that. Thank you.” Your eyelids were growing heavy as you snuggled closer to John. He covered you with the blanket before he kissed your forehead.

“You’re welcome.”

My Constant

Request: Aaahhhhhh so many good prompts to choose from! I love all of them, but I think I’ll go with 19 with Jaebum please? 💙

19) You ride the subway every morning, not talking to your bias who sits beside you day after day. You begin talking when your morning commute doesn’t go as planned. 

Member: Got7′s JB x Y/N

Type: fluff/angst

You heaved a sigh as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. It was early still, the station half empty with only a few salary men wandering around the platforms, anxious to begin their day. You looked up, the sensation of being watched heavy on your shoulders. 

Normally, being a woman in a big city, you were always wary of men who sat too close, stared a little too long, or in general entered the box of personal space you had designated yourself. Seoul ranked twelfth in the world on a list of the most dangerous cities for women to ride public transportation systems, but this wasn’t a thought you wanted to constantly reflect on. For a city that was in general one of the safest you had ever lived in, the subway systems still caused you to bristle up, overtly aware of every person who came too close for comfort. 

You looked around slowly, careful not to make any eye contact with those around you. If you looked into the eyes of one of the salary men, it was almost guaranteed that they would take it as an invitation to pester you. 

For a moment, your eyes froze, meeting up with a man around your age. You didn’t know his name, nor had you ever asked, but you were very aware of his presence. He was easily one of the most good looking individuals you had the pleasure of seeing on a daily basis. You quietly coexisted, riding the train every morning side by side. He flashed you a brief smile before looking back down at the worn novel in his hands. You nodded to yourself, biting your lip at the small exchange. Quietly telling your stomach to calm from the butterflies he had stirred up, you readjusted your book bag, urging your train to arrive. 

You winced, noticing a different man in your peripherals standing from a bench just out of your direct sight. He slowly waddled toward you, round faced and much older. You hissed out a breath between your teeth, praying to every God you could think of to keep this creep from entering your personal space. You glanced up slowly, catching your reflection in the sleek glass doors that kept passengers from the open subway lines until the train arrived. In doing so, you caught his reflection as well, his body so close you could smell his body odor. 

HIs eyes were fixed on you, unafraid as he stared into the glass. As the only two individuals in the front section of the platform, the hairs on your neck bristled up with unease. You looked over warily to a very evident sign posted, warning men to not sexually harass women, a small stick figure included. So much for that. 

The man moved a bit closer, the front of his body nearly rubbing the back of yours. You shut your eyes, quietly reminding yourself of self control and turned, eying the man with a glare. The man’s eyes widened and he slowly took a step back until you turned back around, focusing on the glass doors again. The subway alert sounded, signaling the next train’s arrival. 

Thank God.

Just as the doors began to open, you decided to take a quick sidestep, wandering to a different train car to get into. Surely this man wouldn’t have the audacity to follow you halfway down a subway platform. You took a corner seat near an exit and settled in, hardly believing your eyes as your unwanted companion had entered through the same doors, seating himself beside you, ignoring the near desolate car around you. 

You thought you were going to openly cry in public. You had never been so frightened in your entire stint in living in Korea. 

“Excuse me sir,” a deep voice said calmly above you. You looked up, noticing the familiar, yet handsome stranger you had made eye contact with earlier. He clutched his novel, his knuckles near white from his grip. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but may I take the seat next to my girlfriend?”

The salary man remained quiet for a moment, looking from him to you. He nodded briefly before pulling himself to his feet and sitting in the set of seats across from you. 

The young man plopped down beside you without hesitation, placing a careful arm behind your shoulders to rest on the seat without touching you. 

“Hey babe,” he said, just loudly enough for the man to hear across the isle. “How was your morning?”

You looked up through your lashes at him, hoping to convey a silent thank you. “Productive, I got a lot done before heading to work today.” 

“Good, good,” he nodded with a small smile. “You’re taking the four o clock train home, right? I’ll meet you at the station.”

You looked up from your hands in your lap and over to the man across from you. He continued to watch carefully as you and the stranger conversed. “Yes, four o clock,” you repeated. 

“I’m Jaebum by the way,” the stranger whispered below his breath, shooting a careful look to the older man as well. “Sorry if this is a bit much.”

“Y/N,” you nodded quietly. “I’ve missed you Jaebummie,” switching your tone to speak loud enough for the man to hear. 

“You saw me yesterday,” Jaebum smiled, having to stop himself from rolling his eyes. 

“Even too much is never enough,” you chuckled, so thankful for his presence. The stranger stood, shaking his head as he shuffled down the subway car that had launched forward. Nearly falling over, he struggled down the car, taking a spot much further down from you. 

“What a disgusting human,” Jaebum grumbled, now able to talk normally with your newfound freedom. “You know he’s been watching you for the past week?”

“He…what?” you croaked, angling yourself to face Jaebum. 

“I mean, inadvertently I’ve also been watching you for the past week,but I feel like I’m significantly less creepy,” Jaebum muttered, shooting a dirty look at the man. 

“How did you notice?” you said carefully. 

“Well, I like to be at least minimally aware of my surroundings,” he sighed. “I tend to get lost in a novel I’m reading, but I don’t want to miss my train-”

“That’s why there’s an alert,” you muttered, but immediately felt bad for interrupting. 

“You don’t know my focus,” Jaebum smiled. “But as I’m reading, about every five minutes I’ll do a casual sweep of the platform. This guy didn’t start showing up until recently, so I’m guessing he’s gotten a new job…or switched his commute habit because he saw something he liked…

…or someone.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you listened to Jaebum speak. You couldn’t help yourself as you glanced to the man at the end of the train, his eyes never leaving the two of you.

“I never thought he’d have the nerve to actually approach you though,” Jaebum sighed. “What did he say?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “He never said a word.”

“He was practically sitting on top of you!” he gasped. “I even saw your little diversion tactic. Quick on your feet.”

“Thanks,” you grumbled. “Not like it mattered much. I was a damsel in distress without even realizing…I thought I could handle myself.”

“When push comes to shove, I’m sure you can,” Jaebum nodded. “But I didn’t want push to come to shove. Not while I’m just idly standing by.”

“You’re a real gentleman, Jaebum,” you smiled. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“Gentlemen Jay,” he smiled, waggling his eyebrows. “I don’t have any sisters…but I do have a mother…I would hope for someone to protect her if they were in that situation as well.” 

You nodded, realizing you were easily becoming wrapped up in this man’s smile. If you would have know what a wonderful spirit he had, you would’ve talked to him much sooner than now, not allowing for a traumatic event to bring you closer. 

“Now when do you head home?” Jaebum asked. 

“Why?” you sighed, looking at him curiously. 

“Well, we get off at the same spot, so I’m assuming we’ll be around the same area. I don’t know if we’ll head back at the same time, but if you don’t mind, I can send one of my friends to ride along with you,” Jaebum hummed. “I’ve got this friend Jackson, very into chivalry, would lay his life on the line for you if he had-”

“Jaebum,” you chuckled, immediately shaking your head. “We’ve only just met, I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“If something were to happen to you…at the hands of him,” he sighed. “That would sit on my conscience for the rest of eternity, Y/N. Please…just let me arrange something…”

“No,” you repeated. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, maybe you don’t need someone riding home with you,” Jaebum continued. “But you’ll take my number and use it if anything gets a little sketchy, right?”

Your heart leapt at the thought of having Jaebum’s phone number in the depths of your mobile. You quickly nodded, snatching the opportunity in case it wasn’t presented again in the future. You fished your phone from you purse, handing it to JB as he typed quickly into it. 

“And of course you’ll let me sit with you in the mornings,” he sighed, handing you back your phone. “At least until this creep picks a new route.”

You smiled, feelings your cheeks become warm with all of his concern. “Why are you being so nice?”

“To be honest?” Jaebum said quietly. “I noticed you a lot longer than he did.”

“Oh, so this is a weird territorial thing?” you asked, furrowing your brows. 

“No, well, I don’t want it to sounds as gross as that,” Jaebum laughed. You smiled at the sound. “I’ve just…I’ve been fond of you without ever actually realizing I was. You’re an oddly soothing, unchanging factor in my shifting life. I can always count on the pretty girl to be standing at the subway every morning, backpack over her shoulder, and hairs out of place.” 

He reached up, poetically tucking a tendril behind your ear. He grinned, his eyes turning into crescents. “Trains come and go…but you’re my constant.”

Originally posted by jehbum

Tig Trager - Trouble?

Quick Tiggy imagine. Not sure if this is gonna have a part two yet. Let me know if you want one! :)

You had just pulled out of your drive as left for work this morning when your car started making a strange noise. At first you tried to ignore it, but every time you came to a stop it sounded like there was a tiny whale stuck under your hood.
“Just great” you mumbled out loud. Just what you needed, as if you needed anything else to pay for this month.
As you neared the turn off for Tellor Morrow garage, you contemplated carrying on, maybe the noise would go away by the time you’d finished work?!
But no, you didn’t want your car to blow up, so you turned left into the parking lot. You’d had your car serviced there a few times, so hopefully the fee wouldn’t be too extortionate.

As you parked up you spotted a guy striding over to you, you’d seen him there in passing, but had never actually spoke to. He had a head of dark curly hair and piercing blue eyes.
You were only wearing jeans, converse and a loose t shirt that showed just a hint of your tanned shoulders and chest but your light blonde hair was down in waves that fell just below your shoulders and the dark kohl liner you used made your blue eyes sparkle. After your holiday a few weeks back you had a golden tan on your toned figure. Despite the fact you’d hardly had any time to get ready this morning, you looked sensational. Well this guy certainly thought you did anyway. As you climbing out of your car he came to greet you.

“Hey doll, what can I do for you?” He asked, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked you up and down. He was clearly checking you out, but to be honest you didn’t mind. Truth be told you were doing the same to him. You couldn’t help but notice his muscly forearms as he wiped his oily hands on a rag. He was only dressed in grey overalls but something about this guy was seriously turning you on. He looked rough and ready and was totally over confident, completely opposite to the guys you normally went for, but he was seriously hot.
You took a breath to compose yourself and explained what was wrong.
He simply nodded, said he’d take a look and asked for the paper work.
You opened the passenger door and leaned inside to the glove compartment, as you did you caught him checking you out again. Quite obviously too. He didn’t seem to make any effort to look away. You thanked god internally you had decided to wear your favourite pair of ripped skinny Levi jeans that morning. As you bent down just a little bit more, making sure he got a good view.
You came back with the paper work and keys and handed them to him, as his hand skimmed yours your eyes locked, a slight smirk starting to creep across his face.
“Thanks, I’m Y/N by the way” you said as you took your hand away.
“Tig” he replied
“You need a ride home Y/N?” he asked.
Although the weather was nice and you probably could have taken a nice long walk home. Something about this guy intrigued you.
“Yeah that would be great” you answered with a smile “if it’s not too much trouble” you added.
“No trouble at all doll. Long as you don’t mind the bike.” He replied as he gestured towards his shiny black bike parked a few spaces down.
You just shook your head and followed as he handed you a helmet and threw on his cut.
Somewhere in the back on your head you told yourself this probably wasn’t a good idea, this guy was easily twice your age and the sons had a certain reputation throughout Charming. While you’d never had any issues with them personally you knew the trouble that seemed to surround the club more often than not.
Ignoring your gut feeling you climbed on, behind him, telling yourself it was just a ride home no need to over think it. You wrapped your arms around his waist as you inhaled the intoxicating mix of leather and cologne.
It was then you knew you were in trouble.

Dark Design (cont.)

The person had a presence that made you shrink back. Your shoulders hunched and your arms closed in on your sides. You couldn’t help but try and make yourself look as small as possible. A man loomed over you. They wore a tailored made suit which was grey in colour and impeccably pressed. Their hair was black and his fringe was swept to one side. He had a tidy beard that lined his strong jaw. He had dark shadows under his eyes which made the red glint within them shine bright against the darkness. You gulped against your dry throat as he bent down to meet your terrified gaze. Reality seemed to bend around him. You battled against the pressure and sudden dizziness that consumed your senses.
“I -I know y-you” you stuttered as struggled to keep on your feet.
“I should hope so.” Said the figure “but just to be sure, would you humour me and tell me who you think I am?”
The dizziness came too much to bare and you crouched down and put palm to the floor to steady yourself.
“Darkiplier” you said between heavy breaths. “But you’re not-”
“Real?” Said Dark, finishing your sentence. He twitched slightly. “And yet I’m standing in front of you”
“M'dreaming” you mumbled. The low chuckle that came from Dark unnerved you further.
“If that’s what gives you comfort” he said as he crouched down. He looked the heart on the sleeve. “But you’ve let me in, whether you want to believe it or not.”
You managed to look at the heart too. It was glowing with a red light and it pulsed just like a heartbeat. You felt a burning sensation on you arm where the heart was. You hissed at the pain. It felt very real, even though you held on to the belief that this was just a bad dream. You were willed yourself to wake up.

Dark watched as you winced in pain. He stood up and straightened his tie. An evil grin grew across his face as you let out a whimper. You were gripping your arm.
“Wake up” you whispered.
Dark grabbed the front of your t-shirt and lifted you up with relative ease.
You gritted your teeth at the sudden movement and squeezed you eyes shut as a fresh pulse of pain rushed through your arm.
“Look at me y/n” commanded Dark, calmly.
There was something in the way he asked you to look at him that made you do what he said. When he saw you had opened your eyes, he raised you to be level with his own.
“You let me in. You belong to me”
You tried to grab his wrists but the constant disorientation that still flooded your mind made it impossible to keep a grip.
“No” you growled through the pain “I don’t”
Dark loosened his hold on you and you fell into an exhausted heap on the floor.
“I just want to-” you couldn’t finish
“You’ll wake up soon enough” said Dark. He turned away from you “and when you do you’ll see that you’re mine” you watched as he walked away from the light and disappeared into the shadows. “I’ll be waiting”

You woke up and bolted upright. A thin sheen of sweat covered your back. You could see sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains. You sighed in relief when you realised you were in your bed and in your lounge wear, not in the clothes you were in before you fell asleep. The last of the grogginess left you and you yawned. The dream you was intense and you were glad to be awake. You stretched out as you sat up. The you felt a sting on your left arm that made you blood run cold in an instant. You looked at where the sensation came from. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw it. It was small but distinctive. Pixelated lettering that looked just the font used on the heart of the Markiplier’s heroes motif was burned on your skin.
It said one word: Darkiplier’s
Then you heard Dark’s deep chuckle come from nowhere. It echoed around your room and deep in your mind. In that moment you realised that Dark was right. You knew there was no escape. You let him in. You stood up to go and open your bedroom door. Dark stood on the other side. He stared at you with a small but victorious smile. His hand pressed gently on you shoulder. A sudden calm swept over you. 

“Dear y/n” said Dark from behind you “You’re going to be of great use to me” You nodded without a shred of resistance. You were his.

Business Meeting [Kris Gang!AU Angst-ish]

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl

“So you’re refusing our deal?” Kris demanded, dumbfounded at the lack of respect the man across from him was showing. Under the table, his hand gripped yours tighter out of stress, and all you could do was run your thumb across his knuckles reassuringly. 

This deal between Kris’ gang and whoever’s gang that ran the south half of the country had been in the works for months, potentially years, and it was quite literally in the final moments before signing that the other gang was backing out. It was the last link Kris really needed before he could assume full control of South Korea and begin to monopolize the underground.

And here, this scum that was so low you couldn’t even be bothered to remember his name, was running away with his tail between his legs. You could see the fear in his eyes whenever he made eye contact with Kris, or his guards Chanyeol and Xiumin that hovered behind the two of you, even though he had six men standing behind him.

“Sorry to say it, Mr. Wu, but we are. Simply can’t have a merger like that. Wouldn’t be good for business, you understand?” Despite the breeziness of his tone, the older man’s eyes had something malicious swirling inside them that made it quite clear he had another motive. 

Kris’ jaw tensed, and you could tell he was fighting to restrain his temper. “This agreement has been planned for months and you’re just now going back on your word?” he gritted out. “You know I don’t take too kindly to those who don’t maintain their honor.”

Behind you, you heard Chanyeol and Xiumin shift slightly, likely revealing weapons that were supposed to have been left outside of the meeting room, a favorite scare tactic of Kris’. 

And for the first time you could remember, it didn’t work. The man across from you and Kris raised a brow, as if he were asking if that was all. 

Beside you, Kris tensed, but maintained contact with you as his free hand slipped to the waistband of his pants and slid out a handgun, which he cocked and raised at the man opposite him, who finally lifted his hands, as if in surrender. But as you had no weapon to withdraw, you were left to watch as the six men the asshole gang leader in front of you brought in pull out two guns each. 

Meaning about six of the twelve total guns were aimed at you as the weakest point of this conference. The rest of the weapons found aim on your husband and his guards. 

And that’s why you didn’t like to attend “business meetings” with Kris. 

Immediately, Chanyeol was pulling you out of your seat and away from harm, while Kris stood in front of you, raising his gun in both of his hands and beginning to let his temper reign supreme, Xiumin taking up a similar stance beside him.  

But even with two highly trained and highly infuriated men taking the first shots, you knew this would be a battle lost. The six men on the opposing side of the room spread out with a practiced ease, returning fire at double the rate. Xiumin and Kris moved back to back, managing to dodge most of the projectiles that were now whizzing about the room, embedding in the walls and cheap art. 

Chanyeol shielded your body with his own and began to propel you away from the conflict, where more of Kris’ men were waiting and could get you away from the bloodshed. Already, you could hear his backups storming closer to the location, no doubt alerted by the sounds of gunfire.

In front of you, the massive double doors parted, revealing the stoic faces of Kris’ most trusted men, who immediately took positions and began firing, and not a moment too soon, as behind you, a cry that sounded eerily like Kris rose above the chaos and reached your ears. 

Instinctively, you wrenched yourself away from Chanyeol’s firm grip and turned back towards the worst of the fighting, determined to make sure your husband was alright. 

Chanyeol shouted for you, but your eyes and movements were locked on Kris, who appeared to be out of bullets and was now engaged in physical combat. Upon hearing Chanyeol’s shout, however, his gaze was torn from his opponent to you. His attention returned to his rival only briefly, and that was just to knock him out before he was dashing through the turmoil of the gang war to you.

A relieved smile spread over your face for a half second, in which you caught a glimpse of the leader of the gang aim a gun at you as he was being pulled to a back exit by a guard. 

And in the next half second, there was a blinding burst of pain on your left side below your rib cage that rippled through your entire body. Shocked by this sensation, you looked down, seeing blood begin to gush out of your lower abdomen, right where the burning pain was, coating your clothes in the sticky substance. As if in slow motion, you realized you needed to put pressure on your wound, so your hands rose to press against the ragged flesh, sending enough pain through you that your vision dropped away for a moment.

But the respite of pain your loss of consciousness provided was ephemeral; it probably hadn’t even been two whole seconds when the world came flooding back to you in too-sharp detail, along with an even worse wave of pain. Yet you couldn’t move, your head was foggy and your limbs were leaden, leaving you trapped inside yourself while you drowned in agony.

Then Kris’ face appeared in your vision that was swimming in and out of focus. His eyes were widened in fear and shock while his mouth was urgently shaping words that sounded like they came from across a football field. 

Suddenly, all of your senses returned to you. “Kris,” you gasped, eyes bugging in pain as he shrugged off his coat and pressed it against your injury. Your hand clamped onto his, digging into his skin as you tried to make sense of what was happening. 

But then his lips were moving again and the sights and sounds were fading all around you, and your mind still wasn’t keeping up with you, aside from your personal hell. Dimly, you felt your hand release Kris’ and your breathing slow. 

Even in your weakening state, out of the corner of your eye you saw Suho, another of Kris’ men, dragging the rival gang leader by his arm, holding a gun to his head. Kris looked up from you, still applying pressure to your gash with one hand while the other lifted his gun and squeezed the trigger more times than your hazy mind could keep track of. Suho released the man, watching apathetically as he fell to the ground bleeding. 

You let out a ragged wheeze as you saw him drop, not sure if the sound you made was out of shock or pain or what, but both Kris and Suho refocused their gazes on you. Kris must have delivered a set of instructions to Suho, as he sprinted from your sight in a blur, returning what felt in less than a second with Lay, who had a box with a bright red cross on it.

A warm hand tilted your jaw away from where Lay was opening his kit and removing what looked like torture supplies, bringing your attention back to Kris. His lips shaped your name, but your lids were drooping far too fast for you to see what the rest of his words were. 

Annoyingly, you were shaken out of your rest, driving you back to the fire in your abdomen and bringing the world back to you. “Y/N, you need to stay awake,” Kris instructed, concern making his voice break and his eyes widen as they bore into yours. 

You were just so tired and hurt, why couldn’t he understand that? Your lips tried to make a response, to tell him just that, but the words died in your throat, as a sharp tugging on your wound and a fresh reminder of what pain really was threw unconsciousness over you like a blanket.

The last things you remembered were Kris’ eyes locking with yours as his lips formed your name and an ‘I love you’. 

And yet you could still make a mental note never to go with Kris on business meetings again.

I can’t write endings but I sure can use questionable searches to find out what a gunshot feels like  (งツ)ว

-Admin A

Klaus Mikaelson - Time and a Place

Prompt: Could you do one where character of your choice Flirts with Y/N a at a ball and then klaus gets jealous because he likes Y/N so he starts flirting with her and distracting her from the other character while dancing and grinding, bit smuttyyy

Smut Warning?? my lovelies xxx

You had been positively dying to be invited to a Mikaelson Ball. Your friends hated every one of them, of course, but that didn’t make it any less fun to be there. You had told Elena that the real fun in going was the wonderful attire that you could don and how easy it was to be transported to an older time by just stepping over a threshold. This, quite obviously, was a lie. Not a complete lie, albeit, but a lie all the same. 

The one and only reason you wanted to go to ball full of bloodthirsty vampires, deadly witches and the occasional semi-dangerous werewolf, was Klaus Mikaelson; the hybrid to create all hybrids.

You had gone to extremely great and undoubtably embarrassing lengths to ensure that no one knew of your desire. Your friends all hated him and with good reason too. It was easy to believe that you were just shallow and were attracted to the old vampire-werewolf hybrid for the power he possessed or his riches or even his looks, a department in which he was not lacking. The truth however was that there was something so dangerous and alluring about the man that you couldn’t help but be drawn in. This incredibly selfish and innate feeling led to seeing Klaus at what easily could be described as his most vulnerable times.

You weren’t sure when he had first captured your attention but you were definitely fully aware of your feelings after you found him painting one day, his expert precision and practically pathological obsession with control intwining with his creative eyes to reveal beauty where nobody else would ever see it.

You couldn’t lie, however, watching Klaus across the large ornate hall, dressed in a suit with a white bow tie. He was extremely attractive and that must have been one of the reasons for your liking towards him. 

You bit your lip, staring at him hard and wondering what he could be thinking. You were under no illusion that you were nowhere on his radar. You were not beautiful and entrancing like Caroline or an underestimated threat like Bonnie and unlike Elena, you were not something he required desperately. You were just Y/N and although you knew that being you meant a lot of good things, those good things did not get you noticed by the man you had your sights set on.

“Hey, Y/N.” A familiar voice called. You were partially grateful for the distraction from your pity party but an uncharacteristic irritability rose inside you as you looked from Matt Donovan to the space where Klaus had been, now abandoned like your chances of seeing him again tonight among the multitudes of people invited. 

“Hello, Matt, how’s the party going?” You asked, keeping your voice level and trapping your annoyance inside yourself.

“It’s not really my scene.” He smiled warmly, fixing you with his eyes. 

“No keg taps or party poppers?” You replied dryly. As he laughed, you looked around, a strange sensation of being watched crawling over you as the back of your neck prickled. 

“Well I’ve still got my shirt on so I’d say this is far from my usual party.” He replied, smirking as he put air quotations around the word ‘party’.

“It’s very beautiful, though.” You responded, wanting to defend it. 

You both looked around, your eyes full of wonder as you scanned the amazing decor of the house. The traditionally of it was exquisite in itself but the soft, lulling music and dragging of ball gowns across the floor brought it to life, filling the air with a certain nostalgia.

“Not as beautiful as you.” Matt shot back, rendering you speechless. 

You went to thank him, sure that you had hurt him by your lack of response but a dark, sultry voice beat you to it. 

“Y/N does look very beautiful tonight, indeed.” 

You turned to face the voice that did not ring with familiarity but you knew well all the same but your motion was cut off by the hybrid’s hand around your waist.

“Thank you.” You spot softly, frowning in confusion and praying that your heart would not catch up to the events unfolding before you as you were sure Klaus would hear it’s beating a mile away like hooves upon a race track.

“It is merely the truth, love.” He spoke again, drawing your body closer to his. The warmth against your back surprised you but you did not pull away. With a small amount of sympathy, you watched Matt skulk away, champagne glass in hand.

“What are you doing?” You inquired, turning to klaus with your voice harsher and louder than intended. A few people turned their heads to look at you, none of them anybody you knew however. 

“Had a few too many, I think.” Klaus smirked, casting you a sideways glance as the spectators turned back away. 

His hands found their way to your hips and without a second’s notice, you were turned around, your back against his chest and his hands clasping your hips gently but securely in an unbreakable feather light grip.

“Now, Y/N.” Klaus whispered, leaning close to your ear, so close that his breath tickled the hairs at the base of your head; a teasing warmth. “I’ve seen you around a few times but I don’t think we’ve ever had a real conversation before.”

You shook your head in agreement, not trusting your voice under the circumstances.

“Well we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” He purred, bringing your hips back towards him, using you as a source of friction against his own hips. “You do look very beautiful tonight.”

You looked out at all the people in the hall, all of them blissfully unaware of how you were feeling, the position you were in with Klaus behind you. You didn’t concentrate on any of them, your mind a blur.

“Considering this is the perfect position for such activities…” He trailed off, grinding you against him once more, his lips moving closer and closer to your skin, gliding up and down your neck. “I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“Is it true that you harbour feelings for me?”

You didn’t speak. You knew silence would be enough of an answer but speaking would have made it much worse. The feeling of him smirking against your neck gave you motivation however.

“Not at all.” You spoke, your voice unwavering and impressive, even to your own ears as you were once again pulled into his hips, a gentle rhythm flowing between you with his long fingers guiding the way.

“Very good.” He chuckled, moving his hand momentarily to sweep the hair from your neck before placing back in what felt like it’s rightfully position. “But your heart betrays you, love.”

You cursed in your head, unsure of where this was going or how you would get out of it. He could kill you. He could do anything he liked. Trusting him, a mistake, would most definitely cost you your life but you didn’t care how much what you were doing right now would affect your remaining sanity once it was over.

“We should definitely get started, my dear. I do believe that you are as excited as me to see what lies in store for us.”

-Not Requested-

-Fluff Alert-

-~750 words-



You sat on the couch backstage, staring at your phone screen aimlessly. There wasn’t much left to do on the internet since you had been sitting there for a few hours now. You were waiting for B.A.P, but specifically Himchan, to be done with their concert so you sat in an empty room off to the side away from all the chaos. There was silence from the stage and you looked up to the door hoping they had finally finished and your boyfriend would be walking towards you but all you saw was a still empty room. The boom of the speakers met your ears again and the sound of the fans cheers told you that it had only been a short silence.

You don’t know when it happened but you found yourself dosing off. When you awoke you heard complete silence and you bolted from the couch you had been laying on in panic. Had they left me here and gone home? You thought. You quickly turned to walk towards the door but your body was met with a strong yet soft force. Soon firm arms were wrapped around you and you looked up to see the man you had been waiting for this whole time. Himchan smiled down at you with his under eye dimples flowering along with it. You smiled back up at him and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing your head against his secure chest.

“I missed you,” He said softly. He then pulled you toward the couch and sat you down with him. Still in his embrace, his pouty lips now rested right next to your ear as you made yourself more comfortable against him.

“I missed you too,” You said just as softly into his smooth neck, “I’m so glad you’re finally finished.” You inhaled deeply, your nose taking in a pleasant smell. It amazed you how even after two hours of sweating buckets he still smelled nice. It was a subtle manly scent with the bulk of it being the smell of his cologne that you loved so much. You assumed he sprayed himself before he came to see you because he knows how sensitive you are to scents.

He started to whisper into your ear, “I’m so tired, but now that I’m here with you I feel so good. Thank you for coming.” His breath hit your ear as he spoke and you felt a shiver go down your back from the sensation. “You look so beautiful tonight. I thought about you the whole time while I was on stage, you know. I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without seeing you. Two weeks is too long to wait to see my sunshine.”

You didn’t say anything and just allowed him to continue whispering into your ear because you know when he gets in the mood to talk there really wasn’t anything that could stop him. You sat there and enjoyed his warmth and praising after so many hours of waiting to finally see him.

A few minutes had past when you heard a voice call out for Himchan but when you moved to pull away from him, his muscled arms held you tighter to his homely body. Not protesting or struggling in the slightest, you allowed your boyfriend to squeeze you closer to himself as you nuzzled your face into his chest and your arms instinctively tightened around him. Not until the door burst open and one of the stylists stood at the doorway did Himchan pull away from you slowly and look up at the stylist with a sheepish smile on his face. You also smiled up at the lady and moved away from him.

“We’ve been looking for you, didn’t you hear us calling your name?” She asked Himchan with a tone of understanding but also annoyance in her voice.

“No, I didn’t actually…” You looked up as he said this and he still had that same sheepish grin on his face. Looking down quickly, you felt a huge smile grace your lips at Himchan’s words. He looked over at you to see you smiling to yourself and he chuckled. As the stylist walked out of the room, he scooted towards you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek and got up to start walking towards the door but not before saying, “I’ll see you back at the dorm.”

You smiled all over again at the thought of getting that beautiful man all to yourself after so many days apart.


Okay, so I know I haven’t posted in forever and now that I am posting its not a requested one, but I had the inspiration to write this while talking to a friend about how nice Himchan’s hugs must be. This is my first time writing for B.A.P so I hope you guys enjoy it. HEHE! (I have major feels for Himchan if that isn’t obvious already… lol)

Your smile faded as a nuclear bomb exploded inside you.

“Is that true? You and Jai Courtney are just friends.” The reporter asked as she pushed the microphone in your face. Your smile returned strained. You could feel your cheeks quiver from trying to keep the smile on your face.

“Yes….we are just friends.” You confirmed as your heart fell to your feet. Your boyfriend of the past five months had just denied your relationship in front of millions of people on live television.

“Well you could have fooled us. You two look sensational together.”

“Thank you.” Jai said into the microphone before putting his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing as a signal to move on.  How could he do this to you? You started to tremble a little as the next reporter stopped you and Jai. Please don’t ask if we are a couple. You prayed to yourself, as you knew you could not go through the humiliation again. You forced yourself to look up at Jai adoringly as the reporter quickly interviewed him. He was stunning in his tailored made tuxedo by a designer whose name you could not pronounce.  He was clean-shaven for a new role he just started a few days ago and even though you loved his beard, you loved him clean-shaven as well. Either look suited his handsome face but it was nice to have a break from the sometimes itchiness of his beard especially between your legs.  You sighed with relief, as the reporter did not ask who you were and Jai ushered you to the next interview. Your relief was short lived as the next few reporters asked who you were and Jai continued to state that you were his friend.

About the time, you two took your seats at the 88thannual Academy Awards you were radiating with anger and to add insult to injury Jai seem to not even notice the change in your emotions. Half way through the ceremony, you could not take it anymore and decided you needed to get away from him.

“I’m going to the restroom.” You told him during a commercial break as other guest and celebrities got up to mingle.

As you walked up the aisle to the exit, you pulled out your phone and tapped the Uber app. You needed to get home you could not hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down your face any longer.  You rushed outside before the tears could fall and your makeup would be ruined at the Oscars.

“Where you heading beautiful?” a voice called to you. You looked in the direction of the voice and smiled when you saw Jared Leto standing a few feet away smoking a cigarette.  You thought he had quit. Seeing your questionable look at his cigarette he told you nights like tonight made him nervous.

“I only smoke one.” He said dropping the cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out with his shoe. “You not staying to see if your man wins best supporting actor?”

“According to him we are just friends. That is what he told every media outlet who asked who I was tonight.” You frowned a little trying not to show Jared how much you were hurt.

“Well he is a fool.”  Jared pulled you into a tight hug. “Don’t let it upset you too much. Sometimes pretending to be single is part of the business. Just know you go home to him every night.”

“Thanks Jared.” You gave him a small smile as you pulled from his embrace. “I’m going to head home. If you see him let him know I went home.”

“Alright. I better get back in.” Jared said as he heard the orchestra start up signally they were returning live.

You bypassed all the fans and photographers and walked a few blocks to meet your Uber ride. You were half way home when your text alert sound. You pulled your phone out your purse and looked at Jai’s text. He just now was texting you after twenty minutes. Your blood started to boil.

Where are you? His text read.

On my way home. You quickly replied. You saw that he had read your text but it took a full five minutes for him to reply.

Home? Are you sick? Why didn’t you tell me?

You rolled your eyes at his ignorance. You debated whether to even respond and after a few moments decided not to.

You sighed as you kicked off your heels once you got home. It was actually Jai’s home but you semi-officially moved in a month ago. Turning on the TV to the awards show you started to undress just as your phone started to ring. It was Jai. You hit the ignore button and continued to undress.  Face washed of all makeup, hair pulled into a bun and in your comfy lounge pants and tank top you sat on the couch with a big goblet of red wine to finish watching the show.  At each commercial break Jai blew up your phone with texts and calls and you continued to ignore all his calls and texts. You had a good buzz going when the announcement for Best Supporting Actor was announced and you smiled at how handsome Jai looked when the camera zoomed in on him. He was announced as the winner and despite how pissed you were at him at the moment you stood up and did a happy dance. You knew he deserved the Oscar as he worked really hard on the role. You sat back down as he gave his speech. He thanked his colleagues, the director, his family and finally said “Lastly I want to thank the person who has been by my side since the beginning of this project and has been there through the ups and downs. I want her to know I appreciate her and I don’t know what my life would be like if she were not by my side.” Jai smiled his handsome smile into the camera and the music started to signal the end of his time on stage.

Was that part supposed to be about you? That could have been about anyone. His assistant, his lawyer…hell even his housekeeper. 

“Fuck you Jai!” you yelled at the TV screen wanting to hurl your half full wine glass at the TV but that would be alcohol abuse.  You slouched into the couch and guzzled the rest of your wine.

“Fuck you Jai.” You said again before grabbing the remote and cutting off the TV.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm anonymous, but I like reading your work! Can I humbly request a headcanon? How the KBTBB guys reacted when MC suddenly kissed them (they're haven't started dating yet). Thank you!

You most certainly can my dear! :) I’m so thrilled you like my stuff and even more thrilled that you decided to send in a request :)


“You’ve got to learn to clean this place up yourself you know.” You grumbled at the lazy detective, eyeing him as you tried to tidy up his apartment. He had called you over earlier to ask you to pick up something for him from the store, but when you saw the state of his apartment upon arriving, you instantly shoved your way inside and began working. 

He shrugged his shoulders, watching you curiously. “It never really bothered me.” 

You rolled your eyes as you continued, feeling his eyes on you as you worked. If it had been a few weeks ago, those eyes wouldn’t have bothered you in the least. But now, for some reason, they made you feel nervous. Like the more they watched you, the more they could see how you really felt about him. It was no secret to the other bidders that you had developed feelings towards Mamoru as of late, he was just the only one who seemed oblivious to it. You had just become so drawn in by the detective that before you knew it, you were head over heels for him. As your mind fussed over your onslaught of feelings, you went to grab a can when you yelped, feeling the edge of the can cut into your finger. 

“You alright?” Mamoru asked, getting to his feet and coming over to you, gathering your hand in his. 

“Y-Yeah it’s fine. Just a little cut.” 

He inspected the wound for a moment before looking up at you. “Well be more careful kid. Don’t want you getting hurt or nothing.” 

His cheeks seemed to redden as he realized his comment, and he went to stand to avoid your gaze, but you stopped him. He raised a curious eyebrow at you, but you swiftly leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Now, embarrassed at your own actions, you pulled away and stood to your feet, turning to walk in the other direction to do something else when he stopped you. He turned you around to look at him, a much softer and, dare you say, lustful expression on his face.  

“You really are something else, aren’t you sweetheart?” He said softly, then pushing you up against the wall and sealing your lips with his against, pressing you firmly into the wall as the two of you lost yourself in another kiss. 


Cleaning up in the penthouse, your mind began to wander. You had been spending a good amount of time the past few weeks with Baba after he’d “won” you at the auction. But he was surprisingly kind to you, given the circumstances. He never really asked much of you, but just teased you whenever he had a chance. Baba had been gone on yet another heist and you actually felt like you missed him. Well, now that you thought about it… it wasn’t that surprising was it? 

As much as you had tried to resist the charms of the womanizer at the start, lately you’d been finding yourself thinking about him in marginally inappropriate ways. You knew that you had started falling in love with the thief, but you were too stubborn to actually admit it to him.  

You heard the door open and close behind you, bringing you back to reality. You turned around to see a familiar figure walking inside. You couldn’t help but smile seeing Baba come in, watching his face light up as he made his way towards you. He held his arms behind his back as if he were hiding something, and stood in front of you. 

“What is that you’re hiding Baba?” You asked him, placing your hands on your hips. 

“I brought you something!” He answered happily, bringing his arms from behind his back and revealing a beautiful pair of earrings. 

“You didn’t steal these did you?” You asked. 

He threw his head back and laughed. “I bought them silly princess! I saw them on my way back and just knew they’d make you look even more sensational than you already do!”  His words and actions touched somewhere deep in your heart, making your feelings for him hit you full throttle. Smiling at him, you threw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you Baba they’re gorgeous!” You exclaimed. Then, without even thinking, you sealed your lips with his. The second your lips pressed against his, you yanked yourself back, realizing what you were doing. He looked rather surprised for just a moment, watching you fluster and try to avoid eye contact with him. But he gathered your chin with his hand and pulled your chin up to look at him.  

“Are you really falling for me, my princess?” He whispered teasingly, a warm smile on his face. 


Soryu was sitting on the couch reading one of his detective novels while you made some omelettes for him. He’d called you over late that night, requesting the meal of you. You hurried over as quickly as you could, telling him that it was the least you could do for him. But in reality it made you overwhelming happy that he had asked you to come over just for this. It would be an understatement that your feelings towards him lately had turned from mild annoyance to something more, but you weren’t quite sure how to put your finger on exactly what it was. As you stood there cooking for him, you watched him reading and you felt something stir inside you. But what was it? What was it you had been feeling towards him lately? 

“Omelettes are ready!” You chirped happily a moment later, trying to distract yourself from your own mind. Soryu marked his place in his book and tossed it onto the table, getting up and heading towards where you placed his plate next to you. 

Your hands touched his briefly as the two of you went to grab the silverware. Surprised, you looked at each other. But feelings seemed to bubble to the surface looking up at him, seeing both surprise and embarrassment cross the handsome mobster’s face. Looking at him you finally realized what your feelings for him meant. You’d fallen in love with the mobster. 

Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips against his. He seemed to freeze momentarily in surprise, but his lips seemed to soften against yours You went to pull away, suddenly coming to your senses and realizing what you’d done. The two of you stared into one another’s eyes, both your cheeks blushing. Soryu silently pulled you into his arms then, ignoring the questioning look in your eyes, and sealing your lips with his again. 


“Hey, __! Make me some coffee!” Eisuke said as he read the morning paper. You’d been cleaning up nearby and with a resigned sigh, you sauntered over to the coffee pot to fill his request. The two of you had been spending a lot more time together, and the two of you had become more comfortable around each other. 

He didn’t know that you had started developing feelings for him lately though, and you’d probably die of embarrassment if he ever found out. It had become increasingly difficult for you to contain your feelings though, feeling yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Which infuriated you at the same time, as it seemed to be his personal mission to tease you. But it was true, the more time you spent with him, even in moments like this, you felt your heart hammering away in your chest for him. 

Bringing yourself back to reality at the sound of the coffee maker dinging, you added a few more special ingredients to the cup for him. You handed him his coffee cup, watching him take it from you and take a sip. His face warmed with a smile, seeming to enjoy the tasty coffee you always made for him. He patted the spot next to him, inviting you to sit next to him as he sipped. 

Curious as to why he wanted you to sit next to him, he looked at you, giving you a rare gentle smile. “You seem to be working quite hard. Even you deserve a break every now and then.” 

For whatever reason, your resolve crumbling into a million pieces, or just the kindness in this man’s voice, you completely gave in. You sat up and quickly pressed your lips against his. His warm lips felt heavenly against yours, and you didn’t want the moment to ever it. 

You were pulling back from him when you realized what you had done. You jumped up to your feet and made the quickest excuse you could muster before running out of the room. Eisuke touched his lips, feeling them tingle pleasantly from your kiss. 

“That girl never ceases to amaze me. Perhaps I shall steal a kiss back later?” Eisuke whispered to himself. 


He was sitting on a chair looking at a blank canvas. He had been staring at it for quite a while, as if trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to do with it. Over the course of the time you had spent with him, you had felt yourself being drawn further and further into him. Though he treated you like a pet, which drove you completely nuts, you still found yourself wanting more. Needing to see more of him. 

You walked up beside him, staring at the blank canvas with him. Neither of you said anything for a bit, simply staring in unison at the empty canvas. Ota let out a little sigh, then looked over at you, a smirk on his lips. 

“Maybe I should pain you something, since you’ve been such a good girl lately?” He asked jokingly. But the way his eyes glinted up at yours, you knew his words held a different meaning. The two of you hadn’t uttered a word about how you felt about each other. But it was hard to deny the sparks that had been flying between you lately. Had he noticed? You decided then that you couldn’t hold back any longer. With no warning, you took his face into your hands and pressed your lips against his. 

He hesitated for only a moment, surprised at your actions, but he quickly seemed to warm up to your lips. Deepening the kiss and devouring you, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Naughty Koro.” He said, trying to tease you to embarrass you. But seeing the way his cheeks flamed, you could tell it was actually he who was embarrassed. That knowledge made a swell of pride and happiness rise in your chest. 

I know I’ve made this point before I just …