#(which he also tried to immediately snatch away the minute he decided he didn't want Jason to do it anymore)

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Haha

Bruce: *endangers Jason’s life by throwing him off the batmobile* *endangers Jason’s life by pulling him off a moving vehicle* *endangers Jason’s life by fucking with his nervous system* *endangers Jason’s life and kills him via his special robot* *endangersJason’slifeendangersJason’slifeendangersJason’sli-*

Also Bruce: Jason, it’s my fault that your life ended up so dangerous and unrewarding. Don’t you see I just want your life to be peaceful?

Bruce math™

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

We Met Within This Screen (final chapter, pt. 1)

note: ooh here it is, the beginning of the end. I'm not very sure about the quality of this lol-

Donnie couldn't be out long. There was only so much time until the others noticed he was missing and came looking, and in such a tense moment as this was, he didn't know how he'd handle the three of them showing up. All he needed was a few minutes. Just a few minutes.

As he ran the rooftops, he was extra vigilant of his surroundings. Since the last assault, he knew he had to stay on guard, but waiting was simply not an option. As he neared her apartment complex, he could see in the distance a familiar sight; her, on the balcony. He couldn't believe what was happening. That he was running toward her and not away. She looked around, checking everywhere she could think of, but she could not see him. Only his tall shadow on the wall as he slipped into the cover of an adjacent building, perched next to a water tower and watching. In that moment, part of him in the recesses of his mind decided that the soft light of night had a way of making a person look positively ethereal.

He crept closer to the edge, just into sight, and waited.

Now or never, he told himself, leaping ever closer. She was only about twenty feet away, now, him obscured by a door leading to the stairwell he stood behind. The sound of his previous lofty drop into the concrete seemed to have snatched her attention, as he'd noticed, peering around the corner. And so she grabbed the railing and called out distinctly, "Come out, Bo!"

It was silent for a disconcerting amount of time. There was only him and her, the physical gap between them, and then where he hid in the dark.

No more secrets, no more secrets, he repeated, trying to turn his nerves into some kind of hype. The affirmation had no effect on him as it did Mikey, who he'd seen use the "technique" frequently. He still tried it.

"Show yourself," he heard her say, though her tone was not much of a demand. She was just as uncertain as he was.

Not yet could he step out. He hesitated before responding, "Donatello," still from behind the door. She struggled to reply, and when she didn't say anything, he added, "Donatello...that's my name." And with one last burst of courage, he stepped out.

She found herself stuck where she was as he slowly approached, unable to see the details of his face. She squinted. The gear on his back and head glinted in the light. There was a slight hunch in his posture, possibly from the large shell on his back, possibly from the added weight of the gear, possibly because he was trying to look a little smaller. He was conscious of his gait, his posture—his posture, especially—his own body language. He made the effort to straighten out just a bit. Whether she paid attention to those things was beyond him, but it was an unconscious accommodation.

Unblinking, her eyes locked with his, held by each other's gaze. The last thing we wanted to get caught up on was his boyish affection for her (that was how he saw it), but she was simply everything he'd imagined, and more. Impossible to not stare at. He stopped some ways from her and anticipated the reaction he was going to receive.

Her hands loosened their grips on the railing. "You're…" she trailed off, as if trying to find the right words. He shifted in discomfort. "...a turtle," she said breathily, finally able to say it.

"Um...a red-eared slider, to be exact, if you want to be specific," he added quickly, and it made her remember the time he'd told her fun facts about the particular species.

Nerves firing, Donnie resisted the urge to squirm or pace as he did when he was uncomfortable. She knew him in his entirety, now. He did not feel the release he thought he would have upon revealing himself. No, he felt restless. The more time they went not speaking a word, the more he was forcefully grounded right then and there. His attention diverted to her appearance. She was beautiful—one of the most beautiful people he'd seen. And he'd seen plenty of people in his life, but he was held hostage by her and her alone in that moment. Everything around them seemed to fade out.

But the silence couldn't go on forever; one of them had to speak. Both had to confront each other.

He decided an apology was in order. Naturally, he possessed a twinge of guilt for leading her on in a way. "I'm sorry I made you think I was someone that I'm not, [y/n]."

Her hands left the railing and fell to her sides. "Donatello, I—"

"You can just call me Donnie. Please."

She nodded and looked down. Her brows knitted, though not in anger. "Donnie...this is so weird," she said, and his chest tightened. "How?" she asked. He was a little confused by her question, and she went on upon seeing the quizzical look on his face. "How do you exist? Where did you come from?"

He couldn't answer immediately; the story was awkwardly long to be standing out in the open. So he took a small easy step forward, asking for permission to enter the apartment, which felt wholly unnatural. He also didn't want to encroach on her or her space.

Instinctually, his hand drew up towards his neck, where he started rubbing yet again. "The story, it's kind of...complicated. And I can't stay out here too long," he said, motioning at their surroundings, "do you mind if we…?" He was hesitant to even finish that sentence.

"Go in?" she inferred. For a second, he thought she seemed to be seriously thinking about it. I wouldn't be so quick to invite a six-and-a-half foot tall talking terrapin into my home, either.

"Ah—just for now, I'm sorry, I know it's weird and you're probably uncomfortable—"

She shook her head, walking back to the door before sliding it open with some reluctance. "Uh, you can. I just...I'm trusting you right now, Donatello."

He mustered up a slight smile, but it didn't last as she leaned over the railing and held out her hand. For him to take. He wasn't totally sure what to do with himself otherwise as he took the hint and placed his large hand in her smaller one, stepping over the (for him) short gap onto the balcony. Her hand was unmistakably warm against his cool scales. The gesture made his heart flutter, even though he could have gotten across by himself with no issue. He didn't notice how firmly he held her hand until she let go.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, sliding the door open and stepping aside. He had to duck his head underneath the door frame.

Inside the apartment was warm. Warm everything, actually; the only light was the pale yellow glow of the lamps in the living room. He forgot momentarily the circumstances and his eyes wandered the room, finding traces of her personality wherever he could. He noticed the books on the shelf next to them and searched through his own mind library to see if he knew any of the titles. He also took note of whatever the show that was playing on the TV, the scattered knick-knacks, and other telling items. If it weren't for the homely atmosphere, he would have felt like an unwanted intruder, but he was only fairly uncomfortable once he was brought back by the sound of her clearing her throat.

"Oh," he muttered politely, sidestepping out of her way. "Sorry, I've just only ever seen this place from the outside." He continued looking around the room and absorbing information as was his habit.

"Huh?" She quickly turned toward him.

Donnie, sometimes I wish you wouldn't open your mouth, he grilled himself, and instantly went into minor panic-mode in explaining himself. "Well, I—you see, I was out, and…"

She crossed her arms, taking a subtle step back.

She's going to think I'm a stalker!

"It was by pure coincidence!" he exclaimed, holding out his hands nervously. "We took down some bad guys trying to rob a place nearby, and apparently you heard something?" He carefully watched her expression. "You texted me immediately afterwards saying you did, so I just...put it together."

She dropped her arms and seemed to have a revelation. "That's what I heard! And you...took them down?"

He straightened up, one of his hands idly adjusting one of the straps around his shoulder. If he was really doing this, telling her, he'd lay it all out tonight.

"Yeah, my brothers and I. That's what we do. We stop bad guys."

Shoulders losing their tension, she stared at him with a peculiar expression, long enough for him to question what she was thinking. She started, "You never said you had brothers. Or that you fight crime." He gave her a half-smile. "But you also never said where you came from."

"It might take a while to explain."

"We've got plenty of time."

He soon was whisked away into recounting, and forgot that he was missing from home.

Tag list: @spaceman-main @kokokatsworld @criminaly-supernatural @sheepdarkhours @dianounais

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 (𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞)

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez)× Reader (Female) ft. Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Humor.

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Mingi has liked Y/N for the longest time and works up the courage to confess to her.......until he witnesses her confessing to someone else.

Tag: @seacottons . Happy birthday my tiny goofy goober.

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"Scribbling away another love letter that you'll end up throwing in the garbage bin yet again?"

Mingi quickly covered the paper in front of him with his large hands, startled by the voice of his friend who silently came in the room.

"Yeosang don't freaking scare me like that! Seriously, I'm going to ask Seonghwa to put a bell on you."

Adjusting the glasses on his nose, Mingi carefully folded the paper before placing it inside a pink colored envelope which he ended up wrapping a string around it. For the final touch, he attached a small flower on it like he did on all the other ones, this time it was a mini red carnation, which he gently kissed before placing it in the stash with the others.

Yeosang simply shook his head and sighed.

"Mingi, I'm no relationship expert, but don't you think it'd be better to tell Y/N how you feel instead of pouring your heart out into a piece of paper and storing it in a cold corner?"

The taller male sat still for a couple seconds, thinking about his friend's words. Maybe he would....and yet-

"No I- I can't do that! I mean, look at me. I'm just Mingi and she's Y/N."

Yeosang rolled his eyes.

"Yes, glad to see you know both of your names. But what's keeping you from telling her? Like seriously?"

Kicking himself off the chair, Mingi slumped onto his bed, sprawling all over it and groaning dramatically.

"She's super cool, funny, kind, caring and has eyes to die for..."

Lifting his head up he smiled goofily at Yeosang who just scrunched his nose at how lovesick Mingi was. Coming back to reality, Mingi rolled over onto his back. Clutching a nearby pillow, he hugged it as he looked at the ceiling.

"And I'm just me.......she'd never fall for someone like me..."

Yeosang sat next to him. Patting his arm in an effort to comfort him, he suggested:

"Why not try still? Who knows? Maybe you'll end up being surprised yourself."

Mingi pondered over his Yeosang's words long after he was gone. He looked back at the stash of written confessions he had drafted over the past months.

"Why not? After all, it wouldn't hurt me to try......"

"Right?"

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Y/N paced back and forth around the living room, feeling extremely anxious and agitated.

"It's ok Y/N. Just breathe and you'll be fine. The worse he can do is reject you right? No biggie." She mentally told herself.

Looking back at the cake on the island, she double checked to make sure it looked perfect and even. She had to remind herself to thank Yunho for telling her what his friend's favorite cake was, even if he had demanded a cake of his own as payment for the information. She got startled when she finally heard the door open.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!" She couldn't keep herself from fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater.

Maybe there was still time to back out of this, maybe she could pretend she dropped the cake for all of them, even if he was the only one there at that moment. She was so frustrated she actually leaned her forehead against the wall in front of her and whined lowly.

"Y/N?" She finally heard him speak.

Without turning around, she lifted a hand behind her to signal him to not speak. Taking a deep breath she declared:

"Listen! I'm only going to say this once so hear me out...."

The man behind her stood there, eyeing her curiously, wondering what she'd say. He was pretty shocked when he heard her continue.

"I've liked you for the longest time now...... like seriously like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest..."

Sighing softly, she got to the final part.

"I understand if you don't feel the same, if you'll see me as nothing but a friend. After all, you're an idol and have so many pretty faces constantly surrounding you, and you're so handsome, so perfect and sweet and cute and- ugh! I just wanted to let you know that I really really like you ok?!"

She felt so embarrased by herself and actually contemplated banging her head against the concrete in front of her. She already could feel the rejection coming, the silence being the huge indicator. Not able to bear the silence anymore, she turned around.

"Stop dragging it on and just tell me- Seonghwa?!"

She was beyond mortified when she saw the eldest Ateez member in front of her, who was now poking at the cake.

"I mean........ I appreciate the sentiment Y/N, but you should know my favorite ice cream is strawberry. Not .....whatever this is..."

Y/N snatched the cake away from him.

"It's not for you idiot! And the confession wasn't for you either!"

Seonghwa pretended to be hurt by her words.

"Ouch. You hurt me so bad." He mock pouted, causing her to roll her eyes.

"But honestly, thank God it wasn't for me. I was about to get a heart attack from thinking about how to let you down gently."

Y/N looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, no offense Y/N. You're cute and all but I just see you as a friend." He explained.

"None taken. You're cute and all but I just see you as the other's nanny." She teased him.

"Hey you take that back!" He swatted at her, causing her to laugh and almost drop the cake.

"Ok but if you weren't expecting me to come by the door? Who were you expecting?"

Leaning his elbow on the wall, Seonghwa looked at Y/N with a mischievous twinkle in the eye.

"Tell me. I must know who among our members is it that makes your heart pound so much?"

"That's my secret." She pretended to zip her lips tightly.

"Awww come on! I hardly get any excitement anymore! Tell me! I wanna know!" He continued pestering her to dish it out.

She bit her lip before deciding she could trust him.

"It's.....it's Mingi. ..."

Seonghwa immediately got a shocked look on his face which terrified Y/N, but then it confused her when he started smiling widely.

"Are you serious?! That's great!" Seonghwa actually hugged her tightly.

"Why is that great?"

Seonghwa leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Because, he may or may not be also crushing on you....hard."

Seonghwa chuckled at her reaction.

"Cute. Super cute."

Seonghwa couldn't resist the urge to nuzzle his nose against her cheek, making Y/N make gagging noises at his affection and jokingly attemp to escape his grasp.....

Yet neither of them noticed the heartbroken pair of eyes that was watching them.

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Mingi was upset for the next few days and didn't even try to hide it. He couldn't get that image out of his head. He could still hear Y/N's voice say:

"I've liked you for the longest time now...... like seriously like you. Every time I see you, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest...

I just wanted to let you know that I really really like you ok?!"

He was so shocked to hear her say that. For the longest time he had wanted to hear her utter those words....

But they weren't for him, they were for someone else.

He couldn't stay anymore. He quietly exited the dorm to give them both the space they needed. Waiting for several minutes outside, he debated whether to go back inside and see what happened or just go back to the company to practice the choreography once more and hopefully get his mind off things. Curiosity getting the better of him, Mingi slowly opened the door again and silently peeked his head back in.

He instantly regretted it and wished he had just gone back to practice. It absolutely destroyed him watching his Hyung be lovey dovey with the girl of his dreams and he knew he'd hate the coming days. Which was why he stayed in his room or just went out to practice to keep his mind occupied.

He wasn't in the mood to play with Yunho, mess with Hongjoong and especially not eat what Seonghwa cooked. It started to worry the others and of course, it also worried Y/N to no end. She tried to cheer him up, make him his favorite foods or try to get him out of bed, but it was all in vain. Mingi would end up shutting down more and just dismissing her attempts, sometimes harshly.

"Y/N please just leave me alone! I don't want to see you!" He yelled at her one day when he just couldn't control what he'd kept bottled up inside.

He instantly felt bad when he saw her sad and disappointed eyes, but didn't apologize. He simply grabbed his coat and went for a walk, leaving the poor girl in total disillusionment. Y/N sat down on his bed, her hand gently stroking the throw blanket he always kept.

"Now you've got a long face. Don't tell me it's contagious."

Usually she'd chuck a pillow at Yeosang's comment, but she didn't even feel like doing that.

"What's with you?" Yeosang asked as he took a seat next to her.

"I'm just....hurt.." She admitted.

"Why?" He continued his interrogation.

"I just......wanted to help Mingi but instead he lashed out at me and it hurts because I care about him a lot and it hurts to have the person you like treat you so coldly."

She didn't even realize she had just told Yeosang her secret, but she was too hurt to even think about the words coming out of her mouth. Yeosang however seemed intrigued by what she said, and knowing how Mingi was pining for her as well, couldn't understand either why he'd make her feel that way.

"If it's any consolation..... he likes you too."

Although Seonghwa had already hinted that Mingi liked her too, she couldn't really take his words seriously because Seonghwa tended to misinterpret things. But she knew Yeosang was straightforward and honest in everything, plus he wouldn't make something like this up.

"He does?" She looked at him incredulously.

Yeosang nodded. Remembering the box Mingi hid, he got up, not caring whether it was ok or not to do this, but something had to be done. Picking up the red box he placed it on Y/N's lap.

"Read them. They're Mingi's. Maybe there you'll find a clue about what's bothering him."

Ruffling the top of her head, Yeosang exited the room and closed the door behind him, knowing she'd probably want the privacy.

Snapping the latch up, Y/N was more than surprised to see several letters neatly laid out in the box. There were at least a dozen of them, all addressed to her and stacked by the order they were written in. The envelopes were all different colors, and each had a unique flower attached to it, some already dried out from how old they were, but others were still fresh and vibrant. Picking up the first one in the stack, she noticed it was dated 1 week after she had just moved into the apartment next to them.

"Dear Y/N,

I know you'd find it odd to hear me say this, but I think you're so pretty and nice and I was wondering if one day you'd like to go on a date with me? Let me know."

She giggled softly at how cute he was. She poured over the next letters one by one, each time they were getting longer and longer than the last one, and they certainly became more romantic.

"Dear Y/N,

It's been only a few minutes since we all went to bed cause New Year's is over, but I honestly can't sleep. Not when my head is filled with images of you at the party, looking absolutely gorgeous in that dress you wore. Let me tell you, I could hardly keep myself still when the fireworks began. I seriously wanted to kiss you right then and there, and I would have, but that would have probably freaked you out and I can't have that. Admiring you was enough for me and I know I will get to kiss you, even if it's only in my dreams."

Y/N fondly remembered that. She recalled how she fantasized about Mingi kissing her as well. She desperately wanted him to cup her face and just plant his luscious lips on hers. She could feel herself blushing as she thought about how they would feel and what would they taste like. It was well an hour later but she finally reached the last letter, which was actually written up just yesterday. This time it was in a dark blue envelop and it had a tiny stem of Forget-Me-Nots on it.

"Dear Y/N,

I know it's foolish to keep writing these things when I now know you can never be mine, when I know your heart belongs to someone else. But I need to get it off my chest and finally say this:

I love you..."

She clutched her heart when she read that, tears already forming in her eyes.

"I love you, but I can never have you. Yet I hold no resentment towards you. You're free to love who you want. I wish you and Seonghwa Hyung nothing but happiness and I hope he treats you like the princess you are.

Forever yours, hoping you never forget me,

Song Mingi."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what he meant by being happy with Seonghwa. Then it hit her. Mingi had started acting strange the day after the misunderstanding with Seonghwa happened. Which meant he must have seen something and thought-

"Oh my God!"

Y/N quickly ran out the room, almost bumping into San who dramatically slammed his back on the wall, holding his beloved baby high above any danger.

"It's ok my precious Byeol! Your father has saved you from this heathen who doesn't know that she shouldn't run in the house especially when I'm with child!"

San shook his head and held the feline close to him as he walked into his room to play with her, singing an unintelligible tune that wasn't exactly pleasant to the siamese' ears.

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Y/N was once again sweating nervously. She kept looking and shuffling the plate of macarons in the middle of the table. She specifically poked at the pink one, hoping it wouldn't fall apart or anything. She could hardly take a sip out of her own coffee as she waited for Mingi to get there. She was beginning to worry he wouldn't show up at all, but Yeosang promised to make sure he did. She took out her phone to text Yeosang, ask him if he succeeded or should she just think of something else.

"Y/N? Did you call me here?"

She fumbled with her phone that almost dropped out of her hands when she finally heard Mingi and saw him standing there in front of her.

"Uhm...yeah. Please sit."

She gestured for him to sit which he hesitantly did. He kept his glance on the table, not even looking at the drink or treats in front of him. Wanting to break the ice, Y/N shifted the cup and plates closer to him.

"Look. I got your favorites."

She hoped to get a reaction out of him, but nothing. He barely batted an eyelash at them.

"Oh.....thanks...." Still made no move to take anything.

Feeling impatient, Y/N shoved the plate of macarons closer, making it touch his hand.

"Mingi.....won't you please take one?"

He sighed in defeat, and as expected, he took the pink one.

"I appreciate your effort Y/N. You're a good friend. But don't you think your boyfriend might get jealous of you doing this? We all know how Seonghwa is with his possessions."

Y/N wanted to refute that statement right then and there, but instead, she chose to wait. Mingi took a bite out of the macaron, or at least attempted to but it felt oddly hard and weird. Examining it closely, he accidentally broke it apart in two pieces, and out came a tiny folded paper. Mingi looked at Y/N, who just pointed to the paper, her eyes urging him to open it. Mingi carefully unfolded the paper and his eyes went wide as he read the contents:

"I love you too♡"

Confused and wondering what it meant, he was going to ask Y/N about it, but she began explaining:

"That day.....that you saw me and Seonghwa..... I thought it was you who was standing behind me."

If they weren't sitting in a booth and had instead been at one of the tables with high chairs, Mingi would have seriously fallen out of it.

"That confession....was supposed to be for you.."

Mingi couldn't believe what he was hearing. He actually pinched himself to make sure it wasn't another beautiful delusion his mind was making up.

"Are.....are you serious?" He had to be sure.

Y/N nodded her head.

"Then....then why was Seonghwa kissing your cheek afterwards?"

Y/N giggled softly.

"That wasn't a kiss. He was just being the little shit he was and teasing me about you."

Now it all made sense. Seonghwa did enjoy teasing Y/N and that teasing was always followed by a pinch to her cheek, a squeezing of her nose, or even messing up her hair.

"So it was all a misunderstanding?" Mingi asked.

"Yeah. A rather big and painful one if you ask me." She added sadly.

Then Mingi's eyes shot up as he realized something.

"Wait! What do you mean you love me too?"

Now it was Y/N's turn to blush.

"Well...... Yeosang kinda showed me all the letters you wrote."

Mingi thought he was about to have a heart attack.

"Please tell me you didn't read them all."

When she bit her lip, Mingi grimaced and covered his face.

"How embarrassing. I want to die now."

"Well.....I thought they were really sweet and romantic. I loved every one of them."

Peeking out through his fingers, Mingi squeaked out an "Really?"

Y/N couldn't resist the urge to uncover his face and coo at him.

"Yes I did, almost as much as I love you."

Mingi blushed intensely at her words, both of them bursting out into little giggles.

"So that cake you made.......those words you said..... it is for me?" He looked at Y/N with hope in his eyes.

"It was always you Mingi."

Pouting, Mingi held out his pinkie.

"Promise?"

Linking her own pinkie in his, she promised:

"Promise it was you and it will always be you."

Mingi was happy once again now that everything was cleared up and he found out the girl he loved reciprocated his feelings. They left the cafe together, both shy and quiet as if they were a newlywed couple. Mingi kept glancing over at her, wanting to say something, but didn't know what. Unconsciously, he brushed his hand against hers.

"Sorry!" He apologized when she whipped her head at him.

"I swear! I wasn't trying to-"

His words got caught in his throat when she held his hand and continues walking as if it was totally normal. Mingi couldn't stop himself from smiling at their physical contact.

"So uhh..........when is it an acceptable time to have our first kiss?"

His question made her burst out laughing. He however didn't find it funny.

"I'm serious! I just want to know when it'll be an acceptable time to kiss my girlfriend!" He complained.

Stopping in their tracks, Y/N faced him.

"Ok you really wanna know?"

Mingi nodded. Feeling bold, Y/N got on her tippy toes and pecked his lips so quickly it took Mingi a couple seconds to register what happened. Y/N began running back away and laughing at his dumbfounded expression. Once he got over the shock, Mingi began sprinting over to her.

"Hey! No fair! Come back here! I wasn't ready! Let me kiss you properly!"

Having longer legs, he easily caught her and threw her over his shoulder.

"That was so mean." He huffed as he began walking again, not caring if people looked at them weird.

"Ok what can I do to make it up to you?" She offered.

Humming softly, Mingi answered:

"I want you to cuddle me while we watch movies."

Y/N shrugged.

"Done. It's a deal."

Not hiding the smug smile on his face, Mingi added:

"And I want to kiss you."

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[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME - 12 |n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : mentions of blood and brutality. For future chapters, major character death(s).

words : 

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or              

“  curiousity got the cat hitched”

K.M masterlist

A/n : this was supposed to be a longer chapter. The Tumblr was bring problematic since three days. This is not how the chapter was supposed to end but i couldn't post anything longer than this so i had to make changes to end it on a surprise tone like other chapters. I hope you still enjoy it.

Was he asking for too much?

His unsteady hand rose and fell, internal monologue stopping him from knocking on the door. Johnny wasn't sure how he even ended up outside taeyong's door. One second he was fighting with his thoughts and the next second he found himself jumping out of his car, almost ready to confront the person behind the door. 

He took a deep breath and was about to drum the wood when the door opened from inside, taeyong's sleepy figure greeting him instantly.

"John. Why are you here so late? Do you need something?"  from red pressed strikes on taeyong’s face, anyone would have guessed that he had been sleeping.

“Johnny! I’m talking to you.” he waved his hand in front of johnny’s distracted eyes.

“Huh” 

“Do you want something?”

“y/n.”

Your life was back on the wagon. Not truly but with a few exceptions here and there, it certainly felt like the old days. You were in chois on weekdays and took tuitions on the weekends. You met your friends while visiting the library and everything felt quite normal. Even with a few oddities, that being the five day training sessions with Jungwoo, some new people in your life, a residence that you felt happy coming back to, absence of someone that you’d never grown a liking for, everything was smooth. Just like before. The only thing you missed was some time. Time for yourself. Though you lived alone, which was a luxury nearing its end, you barely got a few minutes alone with your mind and that was something you craved more than the drink shoved in your hand at the moment. 

You loved your friends, without any doubt, but they lived with the bad habit of disregarding your feelings, feelings that said you would be anywhere but the restaurant you were sitting in. 

“y/n is going into hibernation again.” minjun’s voice broke your trance.

“What did you say?" You challenged him but he cowered in his seat and turned his focus on the soggy french fries instead. When he silenced, yugyeom spoke up, 

“Yo y/n. Don’t scare the child. Just drink away your sorrows. The wine is quite expensive here. If you are making me pay then at least make it worth it."

Suddenly, Jungkook's loud snorting caught everyone's attention as they all quietened, waiting for him to reveal the reasons for his action. Swirling his burgundy glass, he chugged the last bit of the drink before leaning backwards in his chair, relaxing himself.

"Now what's the drama with You" Yeong grumbled, clearly intoxicated. 

"She's already hammered" minjun giggled. 

"When are you going to invite us to your house y/n?" Jungkook chimed in, a smirk plastered on his blushed face. 

"Oh yes. Ms. Lawyer no more l-lives i-in the d-dorms." Yeong hiccupped, losing the grip on the bottle of soju. Yugyeom chuckled at her antics before snatching the bottle away to avoid any fuss.

"I also meant to ask you but you are never available for more than an hour or so. Are you doing alright" gyeom shifted his chair towards you while keeping a hand on his girlfriend's back.

You didn't know how to reply or what to trump up so they'd stop pestering you. However, you had no other choice than to continue with the streak you had started a few months ago.

"Of course i want to have you there but my roommate is very, how to explain, very bitchy. He got this corporate job and he-he works from home so I'm supposed to pretend like I do not exist and keep quiet. That includes no outsiders as well. It's gonna be like this for a few months i guess"

You mumbled the last part.

 You averted your eyes but didn't mean you could've escaped their intense judgemental gaze. You repeated the whole lie that you recited to arrange it in the box of deceit that you were filling since the commencement of these stories. Forgetting any of these would mean shattering their trust. And that was exactly what you were supposed to protect.

Once reiterated, you gathered how foolish the sentence was. Had it been said to you, there wasn't a chance of putting your belief in it. But your company was drunk enough to believe it; two of them were enough to carry the whole table.

"Wow. How horrible of him. We should take y/n with us yugy. She'd be happy and she can invite anyone." Yeong low-key let out a little drunk growl to press her point. 

Yugyeom cooed at her before replying,

"And where will you live? Our apartment has only two rooms and both are occupied. Where do you plan to settle down instead?"

His question made her think harder than she ever had in life as she picked at her jutted out lower lip. 

"Laundry room. You and me, will live in the laundry room because y/n needs a nice home."

"I already have a nice home yeongie." You took the opportunity, got up and reached out to pinch her cheeks, "but you won't know unless you are sober. Take her home, yugy. I'm also sleepy so I'll get going. See you on Tuesday." 

" It's already 11. Let me drop you home." Jungkook suggested, startling you.

"No It-

"Yeah you drop her. I'll take Yeong and minjun home but help me in carrying their asses to the car please." Yugyeom pleaded. He left the bills on the table and took Yeong in his arms. You expected jungkook to do the same but he passed minjun your shoulders instead,

"Wait for me outside. I have to call someone first." and he walked away, his lover grinning on your shoulder like it was the funniest thing in the world but you were fine as long as their drunken state saved you from some heavy confrontation. The only person left was jungkook and you had the perfect idea to dodge him as well. 

"So the same place or are you staying in the dorms this weekend?" He asked, driving out of the busy street.

"Just drop me at the nearest bus station. I'll ta-

"Nakamoto residence or the dorms y/n" you almost choked on the air as the word left his lips. Taking a bus home had seemed like the perfect plan but you had overvalued your common sense. Again.

"What are you talking about?" With hesitation evident in your voice, you muttered.

"Do you really think you'd go to a random house in front of me that I know nothing about and you'd be left alone without questions. I was there until the door was opened by someone. You really thought I'd have left you with a stranger. But i knew something was fishy when the receptionist told me that it's a home sweet home of Mr and Mrs nakamoto. Now spill before I get yugyeom to ask in his own way." He shifted the gears in frustration, your relaxed persona bothering him to no end. Getting jungkook wokred up wasn't a grunt work. He was like a matchstick, always ready to be ignited by any possible frictional surface. 

"It's not what you are thin-

"Don't lie please," he started, words dangerously polite, "If he's your boyfriend then there's no need to hide y/n. We would always be there to support you. When, how, why, i don't want you to feel pressured to answer me. Just because you go around with no commitment tag doesn't mean we'd judge you if you ever got in a relationship. We love you. Make us part of your life like we do. Can't we just expect that much." 

You gulped at how disappointed he sounded. He was right. You needed to include them in your life adventures but how were you supposed to explain him the riots you were dealing with. How were you supposed to spill everything without him getting his sword out. That would only lead to more troubles than you had the power to deal with. Trouble for you, him and for everyone who'd be passed that secrecy. 

So you begged, for some more time until you'd be more than comfortable to let all of them into your present life. 

Like every other word, this was also a lie that, in the first place,  you never chose to proceed with. 

He might have give in to you, but you knew eventually you'd have to muster up the courage to answer him and that day would decide another turn of your future. 

And you would make sure, inter alia, to shift the wheels in a more likeable direction.

“Use your fists!” 

Jungwoo’s grip was strong. His one arm was holding your waist and the other was around your neck. It was painful but you knew he wasn’t going to let go easily this time. This was the third consecutive scuffle or demo fight with him within the span of the last forty five minutes and having lost the last two, awfully at that, expectation of some mercy was not very demanding on your part. But only if he would grant that! You heard his chuckle as you wriggled in his hold. He was clearly having a lot more fun than you were. There was no way you could’ve applied renjun and hyuck’s advice but you still tried to follow their vague instructions.

“Bit his arm and turn.”

“No, don’t. Turn around and hit his torso with your knees.” 

Bit him?

Halting your movements, a low grunt left your lips as you lowered your body and pressed your teeth on his flesh. He screeched and immediately retracted his arm. Taking advantage of his loosened grip on your waist, you whirled around and raised your knee to strike at his upper body. In an instant, your hands fell on your knees and you inhaled a harsh breath, regaining your strength. Jungwoo, on the other hand, was curled up on the floor like a baby. You wanted to laugh at him but the more astonishing thing was the lack of any noise from your cheerleaders. Right from the start, they were rooting for you like you were earning them some hard cash and now that you had done exactly what they had wanted, they were silent. 

“Wha-

you opened your mouth to speak but their lack of attention held you back. Their eyes were fixed at Jungwoo,who still laid where he had landed. 

“What did you do?” renjun shrieked.

“Exactly what you told me to!” you replied with heavy breathing.

“We said torso!”

“Yes and i hi-

Mechanically your hand slapped your face as you noticed the position of jungwoo’s hands. You had, mistakenly, kicked him in the groin which only meant more trouble for you. 

“Save me.” you mouthed to hyuck and renjun while approaching jungwoo. 

“Sorry teacher.” you mumbled.

He remained quiet for a few seconds and didn’t make any movement. When he did, you took a few steps back, afraid of his wrath. Palms down on the mat, he sat up and with painfully quiet voice spoke up,

“Looks like you won. Good j-job. I think i need to visit the medical room. You can go and celebrate.”

“Does it pain too much” pointing to his crotch and averting your eyes, you asked.

“No. not at all but i might need to adopt your kids someday. You know if i can’t make my own.” 

“Sorry” you cried.

“Dismissed.” his civil tone, probably due to the ache, glued you in the position.

When you didn't move, donghyuck came, took you by your arm and guided you for the door.

"He's just being dramatic. Just chill. Another hit and he'd be good to go." He giggled and was soon joined by renjun as well, who was now crouching down in front of jungwoo. 

"You sure?"

"If he doesn't then you can always give him your baby. Ofcourse after asking your husband." Only after he rambled, he realised what he had actually said. His face screamed surprise. To save him from spiralling into deep shame, you eased him by cutting off his apology,

"Ew hyuck. Give him one of yours if you want. Don't come for mine!" And you exited the door.

You were halfway through the basement when you realised the lack of your device. Running back, you were about to shout when you overheard their gossip.

"No, I'm telling you she meant to injure me so i won't teach her anymore or this might be the revenge of all the weapon training. Her knee is stronger than jeno's punch. Don't laugh at me you shits."

Jungwoo was whining. 

"Haha. Yeah ok. But i told you renjun, she's physically stronger than her. Kind of totally opposite." Hyuck's voice quietened at the end but before he could speak further, you interrupted,

"Like who hyuck?"

Their faces went blank at your question and the reason of sudden heaviness in the air was beyond your contemplation. 

"You don't want to answer? Fine. Maybe it's not my place to question." You simply stated before circling the mat to pick up your phone from the chair.

"No. It's not li-

"It's fine hyuck. Chill." You shrugged and walked away, deciding against pestering them for information that they clearly felt too uncomfortable to share. 

"You need a fucking lock on your bloody mouth." was the last thing you heard before they were out of your hearing.

What was the need to ask something when you knew you won't ever get an answer out of them. Everyone was beyond friendly with you but still, there were some borders that nobody dared to cross. Maybe the mention of that woman was one of them. Fear of some unknown ghost of embarrassment was swallowing you whole when you heard grunts. Loud ones. You were still in the basement, the scuffle center being at the far end. The stairs were in front of you. The  snarls and growls were coming from the other end of the basement. The election wasn't hard and you didn't want to give in to your curiosity but you did. Your feet, not cooperating with the voice in the back of your head that told you to turn away, took you ahead in the direction of the noise. Though the residence consisted of only one plot but the basement covered two. Unknown to everyone, the house next to B.N was also their property and it was only utilised for the underground space. Hence the never ending lane and the countless closed metal doors.

The echo got louder with each step you took. It’s been more than a month since you were visiting the basement but those noises had never crossed through you until today. The end doors were forbidden for you, according to what you were told but now that you were exposed to it, there was no chance of ignoring. No prudent person would ever overlook such a thing. That was the justification you were repeating as you took baby steps.

All the doors were closed except one at the very far end. You thought about peaking inside then halted as if your conscious called you. The whimpers also stopped for a minute or so but your heart skipped a few beats when a collision following with painful shriek reverberated in the empty space. The door, slightly ajar, was just a few strides away but you were too startled to even back away from your position. Same pattern of hit and shouts continued again. Unaware of the happenings, you stood there as If you were waiting for someone to separate you from the concrete beneath your feet.

Adding to your distress, the metal door opened abruptly and you realised, you were again at a place where you weren't meant to be.

"What are you doing here?" Jaehyun's growl broke you out of the unconscious state you had fell into. Mechanically, you eyes roamed across him to notice a body lying on the table inside the room, strained cries escaping his lips. The limp body was enough to put two and two together to conclude that he was being tortured. He was a victim of jaehyun's wrath. 

"I asked what ar-

"Y/N!" he picked up his hand to touch your shoulders but you distanced yourself when you noticed the stains covering his clothing and hands, the blood red prominently visible even under the low light. 

His gaze caught yours in time and his eyes softened noticing the fear in your body. 

Very slowly, he reached out for you but immediately stopped, taking a note of your quivering lip.

"Hey. It-its not blood. I ca-can explai- Y/N!" 

The yells of your name covered the whole arena as you rushed away, leaving a dazed jaehyun behind.

"Who was it jae?" 

Jaehyun saw your trembling figure diminishing while you ran away from him as if you were disgusted by him. Not that he expected any other reaction, some good time has passed since someone innocent had came across their work. To say the least, it was never pleasant to have someone witness their harsh manners.

"JAE!"

"Y/n. She saw the body and also the blood."

He mumbled to ten whose visage, upon hearing, instantly mirrored jaehyun's.

"What about him?" Ten pointed to the man, "he's not speaking shit"

"Finish him off if you want. I need to handle something else now"

You raced as fast as you could have. You had never thought of yourself as a weak person but the sight was gruesome to just disregard and walk off. With shaking legs, you finally made it upstairs but the ringing, only became more earsplitting. Your hand harshly rubbed at your chest as you tried to defuse the tension bubbling in your whole body. After what felt like minutes, you covered your ears as if it would stop the ringing. It certainly did not but surprisingly it was muffled. You removed your hands and the blaring returned again. But this time, you laboured yourself to look into your surroundings. You saw chenle, jisung, jaemin running back and forth from the kitchen while doyoung seemed to be scolding jeno for something. Few others were also there, cleaning the couches and spraying some fragrance in the air. Everyone seemed to be their own turmoil, origin was which was yet to be known.

That's when it hit you. Maybe your ears weren't booming due to fright. 

"Chenle"you screamed at the passing boy, "do you hear this sound?" You pointed your fingers in the air to exaggerate your point. He merely nodded before he went past you and the very next second the noise was reduced to mere buzzing. You inhaled sharply to regulate your heartbeat but failed due to the ruckus  that enclosed you. Suddenly jaemin emerged, 

"Why are you so disheveled? Go and change from these workout clothes. Uncle is outside. Didn't you hear the alarm." Only Half of his words entered your head and before you could come to your senses, you were interrupted again.

"Y/n my girl!" Whipping your head, you saw a familiar figure entering the threshold. 

An old man that you surely had seen somewhere. 

His voice was a lot stronger than his aged body which he was dragging along with the help of a walking stick. 

Jaemin nudged you to greet him and you complied as soon as could have in your current state. Only when you got closer, you realised he was the same man you had met in the office celebration. You haven't seen him since then but he looked significantly weaker than before. Even with dark circles present, his face still was still shining with the smile he wore as he staggered inside. 

"How's life treating you my kid" he asked, patting the empty space on the couch. You took the seat and replied in a small voice,

"I'm good. Everything is nice." 

"Why am I smelling Jasmines this late in the evening?" He sniffed the air and galred at doyoung, " Do you take me for a fool? One thing! Cleaning. that is the only thing i ask of you. There are- how many of you are present since the morning. Answer me doyoung." 

The man barked and doyoung muttered a sheepish apology, his head dropping with shame. 

"Each one of you is nonsense. If you'd just clean up your stink once in a while, you'd save your money on the thousands of spray bottles you buy every month. But you thick heads only know how to shoot and punch. Now get me a glass of water before i die of this fake flowery smell"

He shouted like he owned the place and Maybe he did. Your mind and heart were not aligned up to comprehend the simple scenario that took place before you, the dizziness coming and going with intervals.

Then you were called again. 

Looking at your right, your saw jaehyun standing, his face ridden of any colour.

You noticed his new shirt. There was no blood on it. His hands were also cleaned and you were stunned at how quickly your eyes were running on his body to find any trace of what you saw in the basement a few minutes ago.

"y/n, i need to talk to you" 

For the first time, jaehyun's words were directed towards you without any poison in them. 

You still didn't wish to face him so you moved yourself to face the old man.

"Y/n ple-

"Now you don't even greet your own father jung jaehyun."

He spoke with a steadier and louder voice that felt like it was only meant for jaehyun. The contrast in his tone was striking. 

He was jaehyun's father.

"Sorry dad. I have something imp-

"I called you in the morning to inform yuta and taeil and yet i do not see anyone here. Do i need to die for you to respect me!"

You couldn't believe your ears when jaehyun answered in shuddering tone. 

"Yu-yuta is not here." 

He sounded like a child responding to his teacher, scared of some evaluation.

"Then call him."

"I mean he's away on business dad."

"Civil?"

It was like hearing Morse code.

"No."

"You sent him on a target place?"

"No. He's in Nice to collect information."

"Wow. Can you please clap your back for breaking the only sacred rule this family lives by?"

The silence in the extremely large living room was suffocating. This time, except you, everyone else was scared. And it still wasn't of any help.

"How dare you send a family man away on anything remotely dangerous. I thought you all were careful after taeil's incident but no. Nobody cares enough t-

Before he could complete, shaky coughs engulfed his body. Somehow, jaehyun grabbed him the moment he was about to fall from the couch. Doyoung ran for the kitchen while xiaojun, who was always too swift in his movements, came to the living room with a medical box.

You weren't sure what was happening with him or why he was being treated like some high mighty force or why he was so adamant on bringing yuta back but you could only pray that his wish won't be granted.

You weren't cruel but you were sure he'd be able to survive without that piece of shit roaming around.

You couldn't lose the few weeks you had without him.

Taeyong hands clutched yours like his life depended on you.

"Please please please y/n. It's been over a month since he's gone. I never withdraw from a deal. But this is an emergency. Uncle doesn't know you both were forced. He is a soft and weak hearted man. We cannot afford to tell him anything like this and clearly this would be seen as a betrayal to him. You both are nothing like what he's told but he doesn't need to need. He's the only father figure we have. Please just this time. I promise I won't ask anything from you after this. You do not need to live with him. he'd be here until two months are over. Please."

You lifted your brow at his last sentence and liberated your hands from his, feeling his trembling fingers. 

"I don't see the need to lie anymore, taeyong. You can tell him the truth and be over with it. If he has jaehyun as a son, he must be used to hearing blatant lies. This won't be the only one, I'm sure of that." Crossing your arms, you coldly said.

"I know you hate me but please y/n. You know how it is to lose the only family member you have. We have no one besides him. Never had anyone before him. The least we can do is keep him happy until it's too late. Please. Just this time."

Gobbling down each word, you merely nodded at him. If it weren't for his glossy eyes, you'd have threw up on him right after the first pleading but you weren't heartless like him. He was right. You knew how it felt to lose your loved ones, a fate you would never wish upon anyone. Not even the person you despised the most.

"Thank you. I owe you this one kiddo." He hugged you and you pushed him away. 

"Let me call him."

"Yuta!"

"Hmm"

"You need to come back immediately "

Taeyong spoke with urgency.

"Nope. I still have Three weeks and two days left." You heard his non-chalant words through the speaker.

"Yuta it's abou-

"Sorry I'm busy with my french girls. Call you later and please forget to take care of yourself."

And he hung up. 

A smirk formed on your face watching the grim expressions of taeyong.

"Good luck convincing him and while you are going to explain him the difference between the French girls and the French monkeys he has mistaken as women, why don't you explain me what exactly jaehyun does in that other end of the basement. I love some good stories, taeyong. So let's hear how good of a storyteller are you!"

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[thedefinitionofendgame]

hi!! for the dialogue prompts: #7 ("Dammit, I didn't want to fall for you.") and slexie please 🥺💕

prompt is from this list - (thank you @hurricanery for this combination, I couldn't write this one fast enough!)

It was eleven-thirty p-m on a Friday night. The city outside Mark’s apartment was bustling with activity. People laughed and shouted as they came and went from the bar just down the street and Mark almost wished he was with them. Friday nights were a great time to pick up women, because who didn’t want to go home with Mark Sloan? Saturday mornings were meant for sleeping in too, so it didn’t matter who stayed over.

The stars were out and the night was clear. Sirens still wailed towards Seattle Grace Mercy West, but Mark found them to be white noise. If someone had told him last year that he would choose to stay in on a Friday night instead of being out trying to pick up women, Mark would’ve laughed in their face. Yet here he was, nursing his first beer of the night and watching some news while he waited for the love of his life to get to his place.

By the time she showed up, Mark was almost tired. That never happened before although when he opened the door and there was Lexie Grey standing in all her brown hair, brown-eyed glory, he was suddenly much more awake. “Hi,” she said softly, staring up at him.

“Hey,” he replied. Then he bridged the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers.

Despite their usual antics, Mark pulled away after a minute or so, and allowed Lexie to step the rest of the way into his apartment. “So what have you got to eat around here? I’m starving. Also sorry I’m late, a relative of the neuro patient I’m working with Derek on cornered me just as I was leaving. They wanted to know every bit of the surgery and me being me, decided to bore them with all the details.” A bag of chips in one hand and an apple in the other, Lexie headed for the sofa.

“Sounds fun.” Mark raised an eyebrow as Lexie snatched his unfinished beer off the coffee table and took a sip. “You do know I have more where those came from, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m too lazy to get it myself.” Lexie slumped onto the couch. “Wanna watch a movie? I’m tired.”

Mark refrained from laughing. Lexie was a lot of things at once, he had learned over the last few months. He loved her for it though, and appreciated her intelligent mind and strong-willed personality. “Sure, we can watch a movie. Which one?”

Lexie grabbed the remote and moved over so Mark could join her. Flipping through the channels, she stopped immediately on a trashy rom-com that Mark normally wouldn’t be caught dead watching. “Let’s see this! I normally hate the mushy-gushy shows but this one is a favourite from my teen years.”

Groaning, Mark settled back onto the couch and shifted so that Lexie could half-lie his lap. The exceptions he made for Lexie Grey; well he knew he would never make them for anyone else. He tried not to barf as on screen, the woman who he assumed was the main character, flirted horrendously with a macho man. “This guy really thinks he looks good?” He said to Lexie.

“Shush, that’s one of her potential love interests. He’s really a big baby but he puts on an act.” She paused to look up at Mark. “Kind of like you.”

Mark’s mouth dropped open. “Take that back!” He growled playfully.

“No way.” Lexie crossed her arms and snuggled deeper into Mark’s lap. “I’ll stop talking now, you should pay attention to this movie.”

Less than an hour and a half later, Mark was hooked. He was now going to riot if the lady didn’t hurry up and choose the macho guy, the one Lexie had dubbed Mark 2.0. He sighed to himself and checked his watch. Here he was, a grown man in his early forties on a Friday night watching some stupid romance movie because his girl wanted to. He wasn’t out getting wasted or buying someone drinks at the bar. Mark Sloan had moved on and it was all thanks to Lexie Grey, who had gone quiet in his embrace.

He smoothed her hair down and shook his head. “Dammit, I didn’t want to fall for you,” he whispered, assuming Lexie had fallen asleep.

To his surprise, he got a tired mumble back. “Aren’t you glad you did though?”

Mark let out a laugh. God, he loved this woman. He would do anything for her and he never wanted her to feel pain or be hurt ever again. “I wouldn’t change it for the world. Even Derek punching me was worth it, for this moment.”

He felt Lexie’s face shift into a smile against his arm. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead and then lay back, not caring about anything else in the world except where he was, right now.

Written by @thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

[chimchiekookie]

Behind The Mask//PJM (2/3)

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Stylist + Enemies AU

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I'm weak for the enemies to lovers trope so do that lol Jimin x Y/n An Idol AU where Y/n is Jimin's makeup artist and they hate each other (you can decide why) A title idea could be "Behind his Mask"

PLEASE I just read through it all again and this whole thing is so chaotic I don't even know what I'm doing

This might sound dumb but this is one of my favourite oneshots because it's so crackheaded

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You yawned and walked backstage. Most of the members were already there and they greeted you warmly, making you smile.

You hadn't seen them for a while. They didn't have many performances in the past few days and you also worked for the other artists in Bighit. It was nice seeing them after so long.

"Hi~" Someone wrapped their arms around you from behind, resting their chin on your shoulder.

"What the-"

You pushed him off lightly, turning around to face none other than the Park Jimin.

"Come on," he pouted. "Aren't we dating now?"

"That's what the world thinks, unfortunately." You sighed and turned around.

"Why are you acting like that's a bad thing?"

"Because you're going to keep annoying me."

"Correct." He winked at you and sat down in his chair, spinning around in it.

You stopped the chair and made him face towards the mirror. He frowned, tapping his hands on the desk.

"You're energetic today."

"Mhm."

"Any reason?"

"Because I got to see you after so long."

You poked him with the brush, making him scowl. "Talk again and I'll make sure your makeup is ruined."

"You wouldn't. You have too much pride to do that," he laughed.

Godammit he was right.

After the performance he came backstage and immediately ran towards you. He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you. Ignoring your heart (which annoyingly felt like it was going to burst) you decided to lead with a good old observation.

"AGH you're sweaty." You words were muffled into his shirt.

"I know."

"Stop being weird," you muttered, pulling yourself away and trying to hide your flustered face. "Why are you being nice all of a sudden."

"I was always nice. You were the asshole."

"As if."

He smiled, then looked around to check if anyone was watching. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you out the door.

"Hey-"

"Shh I wanna ask you something."

He ran down the hallway, looking for some place you could talk without being interrupted.

"This place is fine," he muttered, opening a closet.

"Hell no."

"Get in before anybody sees."

"I refuse-"

Two minutes later you were both huddled in the closet. You were glaring at him but he didn't seem to notice.

"What was so secret that you had to shove me into a closet?"

"Uhm..."

"What?"

"I just wanted to... show you this... without anyone else seeing. The others would make fun of me."

"What is it?"

He pulled out his phone and slowly turned the screen towards you. It was his texts with his mother.

Mom: You have a girlfriend!?

Mom: Park Jimin how dare you not tell me

Mom: I'm disowning you

You: Mom???

You: You can't disown me

Mom: Try me

You: Mom wait

You: What if I told you she's not actually my girlfriend?

Mom: My son???

Mom: Using some poor girl for clout??

Mom: No

You: What do you mean no??

Mom: I want to meet her

Mom: I haven't seen Y/n in so long

Mom: She was always so sweet

You: SHE TRIED TO KILL ME

You: And how did you know it was Y/n?

Mom: You deserved it

Mom: You were an idiot child

Mom: And honey

Mom: I've been hearing rants about Y/n since the day you started school

Mom: I know who she is

You: This whole thing is fake

You: She's not my girlfriend

Mom: You can't deny love, Jimin

Mom: I want to meet her

You: Mom p l e a s e

"You used to rant about me?" You asked him, amused.

He snatched the phone away, annoyed. "You weren't supposed to read that far."

"Why are we in a closet again?"

"Because if the others heard us talking about this they'd never let me hear the end of it."

"I don't follow. Why?"

"Because... if my mom wants to see you it means she wants us to get married."

"She wants WHAT!?"

Jimin clasped a hand over you mouth, shushing you.

"She's going to get me married the first chance she gets and the others know that," he whispered, not moving away. His hand was still over your mouth and you were way too close in this cramped closet.

You licked his hand, making him shout and pull his hand away.

"Jimin?"

"What."

"You can deal with this on your own."

You opened the closet and stepped out, making sure to lock him inside.

This wasn't your problem. His mother wants him to marry? Good for him. You could grab some popcorn and watch it all happen. "When do you think the janitors will find you?" You asked him, knocking on the door. You received a scream.

Good enough.

You walked away happily, practically skipping down the corridor. He deserved it for acting all sweet earlier.

Five hours later a noticeably dishevelled Jimin slammed open the door to TXT's styling room. All five of the poor boys jumped, swivelling round to stare at Jimin.

"Jimin hyung?" Soobin asked, shocked.

"Somebody told me the witch would be here."

"The witch-?"

Jimin was promptly pushed out by TXT's manager, complaining that they were on a tight schedule and Jimin was interrupting. Jimin waited patiently outside the styling room, not moving until he saw the staff and members come out.

"Y/n's not here," Beomgyu smiled, seeing Jimin.

"Are you kidding me!?" He shouted and walked away, muttering to himself.

Taehyun waited until Jimin had left, then whispered to Beomgyu, "How much did Y/n pay you to dress up as a staff and tell Jimin she'd be here?"

"35 thousand won. Absolutely worth it."

Jimin had pried your address out of a very amused Taehyung, who was probably the second closest to you out of all of them.

He was at your house now, knocking at your door.

He heard a crash and in a few seconds the door was open. You stood there, staring up at him.

"Oh, hi."

"You locked me in a closet."

"So I did."

"For five hours."

"Damn, I thought you'd be there till night." He opened his mouth to shout at you but you interrupted him. "See, I'm very busy right now, so it's best if you go."

"No."

You raised your eyebrow at him and shut the door. He blocked it with his foot.

You kept eye contact with him and smiled. Without breaking your gaze you opened the door wider, then smashed it into his foot, making him yelp. He put one hand on the door and pushed it open, glancing behind you. He momentarily forgot all about being mad at you, and just looked confused as he looked at the mess.

"What have you been doing here?"

You stepped aside so he could see better.

"I was trying to create the ultimate board game by putting them all together, but you surprised me and I toppled them all over."

"This is what you were busy doing?"

"Uhhh yes? Wanna help? I'll let you play."

Jimin thought about it for a second, then stepped in. "We're continuing this conversation afterwards."

"Sure," you smiled, closing the door.

Jimin kneeled on the floor, cringing as the suit he was wearing touched the floor.

"My stylist will kill me if this gets dirty."

"Why are you still wearing that?"

"You locked me in a closet. How was I supposed to change?"

"Right..."

You rushed upstairs and grabbed some clothes from your roommate's room, tossing them into Jimin's arms.

"Clean yourself up, you stink."

"No."

Two minutes later he was back in more comfortable clothes and relatively less stinky. You two got to work, placing all the board games on top of each other, side to side, wherever they would fit. You were trying to create the biggest Monopoly board ever. It wasn't until Jimin pointed out that you didn't have extra stations and stuff that you need in Monopoly that you decided to switch plans.

"Look at this marble," you said, holding one up.

"Hey, didn't you steal that from me in fourth grade!?"

"Not important. We're going to get this baby from there-" you pointed to the top of the stairs, "-to there-" you pointed to kitchen, "-all the way back here. Or wherever it reaches."

"Are you sure you have enough board games and straws?"

You smiled mischievously. "Boy, this isn't even half of them."

You two set to work, cutting straws in half for the marble to travel on. You and your roommate had collected all this random shit for no reason, including straws, papers, post-it-notes belonging to other people, rocks, tapes, silly string cans, empty cans, literally anything you could get your hands on. Now it was all starting to be worth something.

"My roommate is going to be so mad they missed this," you said form the top of the stairs once you two were done.

"You have a roommate? Makes sense. No way you could afford a nice house like this," Jimin said form next to you.

"What, you thought those clothes were mine?"

"Yeah? Now that I think about it there's no way you could have this kind of fashion sense."

"Fuck you. WAIT!" You stopped him from dropping the marble. "We need someone to record this."

"Taehyung?"

"He'll knock it all over accidently."

"Jin? He's flexible, he can dodge the stuff."

"He'll knock it over on purpose."

"Jungkook."

"Jungkook," you nodded.

In a few minutes Jungkook was at your house. He opened the door and you two immediately started shouting for him to stop so he wouldn't knock over the path going in front of the door.

"Woah," he whispered, ducking under it. "What's this?"

"You need to be the cameraman," Jimin said. "Get up here."

Jungkook obliged, taking out his phone. Jimin dropped the marble and you both realised you had made the right choice calling him. He was the only one who could dodge neatly through the mess while recording it perfectly.

Once it was finished he showed you the end result and you and Jimin started screaming, hugging each other.

"WE DID IT!!"

"HELL YEAH WE DID IT!!"

"Hey, I kinda recorded the whole thing," Jungkook pointed out. You told Jungkook he could help himself to the food in the fridge as a thanks, which he was surprisingly satisfied with.

"We did it," you repeated, staring at the mess around you in awe. "I'm not gonna clean this. I'm just- we're gonna live with this."

"A masterpiece," Jimin breathed.

"Masterpiece."

"You guys are still hugging, you know that right?" Jungkook said with a mouth full of burger.

"Hush," Jimin whispered. "It doesn't matter."

For once you were willing to let it happen. So what if you were hugging him? Look at what he had just helped you do.

"I think I'm tearing up," you said, wiping away fake tears.

"What a beautiful sight."

"You guys are insane." Jungkook shook his head, snapping a picture of you two.

"Hush."

The marble ride incident is something that you Jimin boasted about for the rest of the month. Stupid antics pushed aside, you both gushed with pride whenever you saw each other. Jimin had completely forgot about being locked in the closet, which was another bonus (and the reason you kept talking about the marble ride, in hopes that he wouldn't remember)

You two finally shut up about it when Jia threatened to crack your kneecaps, which deeply disturbed the both of you but you weren't going to question it.

So how were things a few month later? Had Jimin, and the rest of the world, finally shut up about you two fake dating?

Haha no

Not even a bit

Jimin still pestered you about it, hugging you and taking your hand randomly. The only reason you hadn't punched him yet was because you didn't want to get fired. You had been lucky the first time, if someone caught you punching Park Jimin, well... game over.

The only good thing was that he was becoming a little more bearable by the day. You two didn't squabble nearly as much, and you sometimes—only sometimes—played along with the fake dating thing. It was fun when you were both joking about it.

Had you been recognized? Twice. Two horrifying times you had been stopped in the street because you were wearing the same clothes you had worn in the video, and fans could recognise you by your chin apparently. Your roommate helped you burn those clothes after the second incident.

Jimin... wasn't all bad? (That still hurt to say) Turns out he could not be an asshole sometimes. You still had no idea why he was so obsessed with the fake dating thing, but you had come up with three conclusions.

1. He's a hopeless romantic

2. He's gone insane

3. He's simply obsessed with you because who isn't? (Most likely this one)

"Y/n?" he asked, coming up behind you backstage.

"Hm?"

"I've got a question."

"Is it to do with you mother and the marriage thing?" You asked. turning around.

"Nah I dealt with that, no thanks to you," he huffed. "Uhm, anyway..."

"Yeah?"

He took something out of his pocket and held it out to you. You looked down at the two movie tickets in his hand then back up to him with narrowed eyes.

"What kind of prank is this?"

"I am offended. Can't a guy take his girlfriend out on a date?"

You turned around and started walking away, but he laughed and grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "Sorry, sorry, I'll stop saying that... for now- UM anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me?"

"Why?" You stared at him intently, as if his ulterior motives would be pasted on to his eyes.

"Because... uh-"

You looked down at the tickets and snatched them out of his hands, staring at them closely.

"My Little Pony: Equestria Girls." You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I was supposed to go with my niece but she got sick and can't go."

"Okay and where do I come in this?"

"Well, I paid good money for these tickets, right?"

"You're literally a millionaire," you pointed out, sitting down on the sofa.

"Yeah but my niece specifically asked me to go to the movies with someone else instead." He sat down on the sofa next to you. "And she said, and I quote, 'Go with you dumb girlfriend.'"

"Wow. Rude."

"No, it was supposed to be a compliment. She thinks you're dumb for dating me and not someone 'more in your league' or something like that."

"I'm touched but... I've already watched it," you muttered, turning your face away.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU WATCH MY LITTLE PONY!?" He screamed, jumping off of the sofa.

"SINCE DAY!"

He groaned and grabbed your shoulders. "Y/n, Y/n out of all the movies you could've watched-"

"I never said I wouldn't watch it again. Let's go I wanna see Rainbow Dash."

"I- okay? Which one's Rainbow Dash again?"

You smiled, averting your eyes. "The purple one."

"No she's the blue one you uncultured swine! With the rainbow hair-" Jimin screamed.

"Well this uncultured swine just just exposed your My Little Pony fanboy ass. Let's go."

"It's a date then."

"I'm coming for Spike and Spike only."

"We'll see about that," he smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you out.

An hour later Jimin was hugging you, his head resting on your shoulder. Was this a sweet moment? Not at all, he was laughing uncontrollably. You were doing your best to look disappointed but even you had to crack a smile.

You two had gotten kicked out of the cinema for shouting- ahem- 'obscene remarks' at the screen.

"Jimin, think of all the traumatized children in the cinema," you whispered, biting your lip to stop yourself form saying anything further. It didn't work. "They're going to thinking of you thirsting over-"

"Shhh." He put a hand over your mouth, unable to control his own giggles. "Not out loud."

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered, taking his hand away, trying in vain to hide your smile.

"I didn't mean any of it. I've just always wanted to interrupt a movie at the cinemas."

"Yeah right. Like you don't dream of-"

"Not out loud," he hissed, "If anyone knew I pretended to thirst over a kids show-"

"Pretended, sure."

He winked at you, taking you hand without really thinking.

"What now?"

You casually slipped your hand out of his and patted his shoulder.

"Now we find you a body pillow," you said, walking to you car and getting in the driver's seat.

"I- That actually sounds pretty cool let's do that."

"I'm kidding you pervert, we're getting ice cream."

"How do I know you won't poison me?"

"I really should after what you just did."

"But you won't."

"But I won't."

Eating ice cream and fangirling over My Little Pony with your long-term enemy. That's definitely something you never thought you'd do.

"Y/n, do you still hate me?" He asked out of the blue.

"Uh..."

He smiled, scrunching his nose. "Is that a no?"

"You're not... all bad."

"So you're finally willing to accept me as your boyfriend?"

"Keep trying," you scoffed, shovelling ice cream into you mouth.

"Hey you're finishing all of it!" Jimin whined.

"Why do you think I bought ten more boxes?"

"Can I eat out of my own box?"

"No."

Instead of buying small cups or cones of ice cream like normal people, you two had decided to buy these huge tubs. Now you were sitting on your sofa, squabbling over a box and completely ignoring the show you had started watching on Netflix.

"Y/n?" He asked once more.

"Say one more thing and I'm knocking your teeth out."

"Wow, okay. Rude."

You two finally got back to watching the drama you had left, fighting with each other now and then for another scoop of ice cream.

Finally at night you kicked him out of the house, letting him take your car to drive to his dorms.

The next day Jimin burst open the door to the styling room, alerting everyone that he was here.

"You good?" You asked him, amused.

"You know me, always looking for attention." He fluttered his eyelids, tucking a hand under his chin. "Here are your keys. Your car's outside near the 'no parking' sign."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

You rolled your eyes and snatched your keys from him, stuffing them into your pocket. "I give you my car and this is how you repay me."

He smiled and sat down in front of the mirror. "There is one way I can repay you, if you want."

"You have my attention." You picked up the makeup brush and started doing his makeup.

"Mario kart at the dorms."

"After the award show?"

"Uh doy."

You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror. "What's the catch?"

His lips parted into a smile. "You know me too well. The only catch is... well, be my friend. Let's stop with this rivals thing. It's getting tiring."

Hoseok whistled in the next seat over, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his cheek on his fist. "Is this a relationship development I see?"

"Mind your own business," Jimin snapped. "As you can see my friends now are... less than satisfactory," he added, lifting his head to look up at you.

"Stop with the business talk, I'm in."

"You are!?" He swiveled round in his chair, nearly cracking his neck in the process.

"The only friend I have is Jia and I'm 90% percent sure she's getting sick of me. Oh, and I guess my roommate counts."

"Seven years together and I'm still not counted as a friend," Taehyung muttered. "The amount of disrespect-"

"Hush, boy. Oh, and Jimin? You still haven't given back my roommate's clothes."

"Do they want them back?" He asked, turning his chair back around.

"Yeah."

"I'm not giving them."

"It's been two seconds and you're already starting a new rivalry," you scoffed.

He pinched your cheek, amused. "My dear Y/n, life is nothing without drama."

Maybe that was why your heart had suddenly decided to go against all your morals and catch feelings.

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[neoskidz]

The Act || Haknyeon

WC. 1.7K

GENRE. Fluff / Secret relationship!au

ELSIE'S NOTE. Since a few days aho the tag didn't work for this fic, I don't have a choice but to repost this again😓😓😓

SUMMARY.

Haknyeon finds it hard to keep pretending hate you to hide his relationship with you from the other. Moreover, the sight of you getting close with his friends make it become more difficult to not snatch you away from them.

No one seems can understand why you and Haknyeon can’t be civil just for a day. He likes to pick on you anytime he sees an opportunity and so do you. No one dare to stop your fight, even the boys that close to you two, because that only ended up with two options, 1) they got dragged to the fight, or 2) you two joined forces to shut them off. There is no use of trying.

They can’t help but wondering, when and where everything gone wrong?

During the first day of the first semester, everybody was shy and reserved as new freshmen surrounded by new faces. Nobody really spoke much until a week later, when everyone seemed to be a little looser around one another. It was also then when the very first fight between you and Haknyeon happened, all because of the school dessert, which ended up with you won over the dessert.

Since then, the rivalry and pranks keep going.

There also a time where Sunwoo and Eric tried to stop all this troublesome hatred by locking up you two in the closet for one hour, thinking that it will help the two of you talk to each other and clear all the misunderstanding. But instead, it only worsen the situation.

Nothing seems to work.

Oh, if only they know the truth.

Though he wants no other than to look away for the sake of the promise he made, Haknyeon can’t help glaring at the sight of you try to balancing yourself on the skateboard with Eric’s help, hands holding on each other as you let out a hearty laugh when the younger boy encouraging you to keep going. The small distance between you two makes his blood boiling in anger. Which goes unnoticed by the others.

“Haknyeon-ah, stop glaring her. She literally just learning how to play skateboard there,” says Changmin. “Why do you hate her so much?”

"Just because,” replies him shortly.

Since the beginning, Haknyeon never hate you and neither you. Well, maybe a little. But after the closet incident, you two came with a conclusion that you were too childish and it has to stop. However, it will be no fun if Sunwoo and Eric know their plan of locking you in closet worked. That’s why you two decided to act like you still hate each other in front of the others.

The fight between you two is just an act. A mask of your new relationship.

After around 5 months since that, you two started to date each other in secret. Out of the boys’ sight, you two spending your time together with dates and sleepover. No one know about this besides your parents—you also asked them to keep this secret.

It went well and no one suspicious of you. Until Haknyeon finds it hard to keep pretending hate you to hide this relationship from the other, especially when he knows you’re quite popular in school. There always a time where he hears some boys talk about you in the corridor or class. Talking about how pretty you are and how nice it is to able date you.

Of course you never know about it since he will shut them up from asking his girlfriend out. But, he can’t do the same thing to his friends. They obviously will know something is up between you two and all your efforts to hide it will end in vain.

His body is itch to snatch you away from Eric and pull you away to somewhere he could be alone with you.

“Oh, I think I got—ouch.” You fall on your face after leaning forward a bit too much on your skateboard, startling everyone including Haknyeon.

In panic, they immediately check your situation while your laughing in embarrassed. You pull yourself up to wipe away the blood on corner of your lips and meet Haknyeon eyes. He looks at you in worry from his place as he mouthed a silent ‘are you okay?’ which you reply with a nod.

“Yah, Haknyeon-ah, don’t just stand there! Go buy some plaster and water for [Name].”

“Huh, why me?” He pretend to whines at Changmin to make it looks like he hate the idea.

“Then stay here with [Name]. Eric and I will go buy it at the nearest mart.”

When Changmin and Eric are out of the sight, Haknyeon hurriedly goes to you and inspect the scratch on your corner lips.

“Are you okay?” He asks with worry present in his eyes. He holds out a hand which you take gratefully, and scans you up and down to check for any other injuries. “You got me scared for a second.”

“Sorry about that.” You softly smile at him. “And thank you for holding yourself back then. I know how bad you want to check on me.”

He sighs, “How do you think we should hide it from them? I don’t think I can hold myself anymore, not when you’re close yet feel far.”

“Don’t think I don’t realize the glare you sent to Eric. Just hold it for a little bit longer, okay?” He nods and hug you tightly. “Now, now, let’s save the PDA for later. They could get back anytime soon.”

“...three more minutes.”

[kookxin]

STRIPED; kth

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Pair¬ Taehyung×you(though she has a korean nickname)

Genre¬ hybrid au! soulmate au! fluff, slightly mature, marking, cuteness overload

Synopsis¬ young adult Eunbin never knew the true meaning of hormones until her closest friend, a tiger hybrid taught her.

Words¬ 2.6k

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You were 6 when a 12 years old black siberian tiger hybrid had arrived in your home one evening, hiding fearfully behind your dad. Your friendly nature helped overcome his fear for humans, and he became used to having them around. He became family, yours became his. Therefore, it's apt to say that he was your best friend since as long as you can remember. You can't imagine a life without him.

When he first arrived into your life, he was just a child, a mere teenager, yet he took care of the 6 year old you, as if you were related by blood. Even though you were not, you shared a bond stronger than any blood relations. You knew how the other one felt, what they wanted and when. It was sometimes overwhelming, when you felt emotions that weren't your own, but someone else's. But, as you grew older, that became a part of you, a habit, the same goes with your hybrid buddy. You knew when the other one felt down, and you knew exactly how to tend to it. You knew that everyone had a soulmate, that everyone was destined to be with a certain someone, for instance, take your parents. You knew such a couple would be able to feel each other's deepest emotions as if it were their own. And what you'd felt for your Taehyung since your younger days only confirmed it. It was clear, the fact that Kim Taehyung, a tiger hybrid, was your destined mate.

Weird right? A human, a prey, a mate for a tiger, a predator. But that never, ever, altered your love for each other, even though you both hadn't the idea what to name that love, 'cause of your young innocent selves.

But with time, you grew up, so did he. You started going to school, and he was home-schooled. You were 11 when you'd invited a friend of yours to your house for the first time. And that's when you discovered how jealous your striped hybrid could be. The fact that your friend was a boy didn't exactly lighten the situation either. It was a play date, approx 1 hour long, the aftermath of which was a sulking Taehyung, cheeks puffed with anger, ignoring your existence the entire day. Your 11 year old self tried so hard to talk, to ask, to find out the reason for his anger and ignorance, yet he didn't budge from his decision of neglecting you. Finally after numerous failed attempts to get him to talk to you, after dinner, you retired to bed. But habits were habits. It was in routine for you to walk him to his room, kiss him goodnight, before calling it a night.

So you did just that, as soon as he was done with the tuck-in, you immediately hopped to your feet after him, following him to his room. As he went to twist the knob to his bedroom, you caught his wrist with your much, much smaller fingers, and tugged him closer, to tiptoed to his height to place an affectionate kiss on his cheek, and finally backed away to return to your own room. But to your surprise, you were pulled into a tight backhug, with pointy large triangular striped ears tickling your own, and his face in your neck, cheek to cheek. That was also a day, where you'd come to know that, one of his greatest weaknesses, are your kisses.

Your sixteenth birthday was celebrated with double the avidity and zeal, as it was made official to the world that you had found your mate on the same day, and you had found him in a certain tiger hybrid, your Tae. You grew even closer since then. It was timorous at first between you two, as your whole relationship had changed, for you and for the world, but then because your love for each other was the same, and if not, even more, you both became each other's need.

You knew that at some point, you'd have to leave your home to make your own living, therefore, to get a taste of it, you started to work. It was a part-time job in a decent diner, which paid you enough to make you and your family proud of yourself. You were finally able to call something 'your hard earned income', and you were ecstatic. But work also comes with responsibility, therefore there were times you had to work longer than your shift, and came back home tired as ever. Nonetheless, you would flash the largest grin, when Tae would welcome you with open arms and a striped tail wagging behind him, at the entrance of the house. You both would cuddle with each other all night long, while sharing secrets, giggles, warmth, and your love. Those were the kind of nights where you'd go blind to everything but your soulmate.

There were times when the 22 year old tiger would lock himself away for hours on end in his room, leaving you confused and pondering over the reasons for this behavior. At those times, your parents would just exchange an unreadable look, which had become quite known to you, yet you couldn't know what that actually meant. Your parents would give vague answers when you'd ask, and brush you away, or deviate from the topic. Those were the only times your parents would be worried about a tiger being your soulmate.

At night, when you'd miss him, you'd quietly make your way and stand in front of the door which separated you, but never knock, and try to feel his emotions on the other side. You'd hear what seemed like whimpers and moans, but you'd never dare knock, as told to you by your parents.

There had been an instance, where as usual you'd made your way to his room, standing outside the door, like you usually did. But what had startled you were the deep sounds which were split between growls and moans, and the next thing you knew was the heavy scratching on the other side of the door, and you felt him. It was as if he wanted to be out, but at the same time he was refraining himself. And that very moment you felt his silent plead, for you to go away. With tears in your eyes, you had run for your room, where you stayed awake on your bed the entire night.

You had searched the entire net for information, as your parents were zip lipped on this, and had finally concluded, that when he would lock himself in his room for hours without seeing you, your mate would be facing his heat. It was an animalistic urge to mark and mate with your partner, which was almost impossible to control. Therefore, as you were underage and unprepared for such a commitment yet in your age, he would suffer through his thing alone.

You wanted to, with all your heart, but couldn't help him through his pain, unless you were an adult. So you'd support him morally, you'd sit in front of his room the entire night, covering your scent with lotions and perfumes, and share his pain through the separating doors.

As you crossed 18, and your mate, 24, you decided to move out of your childhood home, to make you own life. Your parents had an apartment on the other side of the city, well furnished with all you could need. So with your belongings and your mate's, you both moved into your new place, your new home.

Half a year through living comfortably in your apartment, here you are, on your black leather couch, scrolling through your Instagram, with a furry head on top of your lap. The television was blaring nonsense into the silence, not getting any attention from the members of the living space. The black siberian tiger hybrid had recently dyed his hair jet black, to match with his hair, the inspiration being his best friend, a cat hybrid, Yoongi, who had dyed his hair blonde.

You are enjoying a video of the cutest cat on Instagram, when a hand grabs your wrist, bringing it to his head. Knowing this gesture very well, you start playing with his hair, twirling a few strands around your fingers, and purr runs out his lips.

Wanting to add a comment on the recently posted picture of your friend, you take your hand back unconsciously to hold the device better. Tae huffs in annoyance, which you fail to hear. He tugs your wrist back to his head, and you mutter a 'sorry' absentmindedly, still very focused on your phone, and run your fingers through his hair lightly. He closes his eyes in peace.

A few minutes pass, and you withdraw your hand again unconsciously, to type a message, and Taehyung has had enough. He hastily sits up, snatches away your phone, and tosses it to land luckily on the single couch. He then glares at you with hooded dark eyes that takes your breath away, literally. He then comes back again to settle his head down on your lap, and you inhale shakily. There is something about that look he gave you, and you read the underlying message in it, which basically meant that he's the dominant one.

Without having to be said, you start running your fingers through his locks, a rouge on your cheeks and you gulp, as he stares up at you with the same hooded dark eyes as a few moments earlier.

Your fingers tense, as he leans up a little to run the tip of his nose on your wrist, his eyes still boring into yours. Your fingers pause on his scalp, when he inhales the scent on your skin, and a smirk curved the side of his lips.

"You smell like me. I like it."

He is octaves lower than his already deep voice, and that, you find incredibly sexy. Why, you don't know yet, but, your body says you want to. So you lean down and place your lips on his forehead, as if you don't own your body anymore, and keep the contact of your skins firm. A low growl leaves him, and your lips curve up against his skin, knowing that your kiss is working its magic like every other time.

You withdraw yourself millimetres back to stare into his eyes, which turn darker than ever in front of your own. You feel the air around you grow hotter by the second, and there's sparks around you, and in your eyes. Currents are felt where you're touching and have touched, and they flow straight to your hearts, which are beating louder than ever.

You slightly angle your head and move slightly to the left, which make your lips hover right above his. You feel his every breath against your lips, which makes you look at his, and wonder how can his every feature be so very perfect.

You brush your lips on his, and exhale softly, not being able to take it anymore.

"Do it, Eunbin-ah. Kiss me..." His voice is a mere whisper and you do as told, without making him do so twice.

You kiss him.

Your very first kiss.

His very first kiss.

It's a feeling like never before, for the both of you. It's just a mere contact of lips on each other at first, then a little movement adds to the feeling, making it slow and passionate, but then the greed to feel more drives the both of you to do it with extreme fervour, zeal, and ardour.

The air around you energizes with the heated and frenzied gestures to convey your love to each other. You are fully lost into it, and your head move to cup his chin and head. His tongue gently grazes your upper lip, which brings you back to the world. You release a low moan, and instantly feel heavily embarrassed, but he eases it with a chuckle which warms your entire chest.

You pull back a little, to dive into the windows to his soul with your own, and witness the desire in his eyes colour his entire orbs black, just like the fur on his ears. You bring your fingertips just behind his striped black and white triangular ears, and rub the fur gently, and his eyes are shut immediately, squeezing in what you read as pleasure. His eyes open again, and there's hunger in them, along with words only you could read in the entire universe. He wants to mark you.

Without a word spoken, you bring your head down again, this time angling it in such a way that your neck is directly in his reach. Your lips graze his cheekbone and his human ears are well in reach for you.

Your eyes close shut immediately, when he leaves a kiss on your neck. He then attaches his mouth to your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, to your collarbone, and back. He finds a spot on your neck, which instantly makes you shudder, and he immediately starts licking just there. Your body grows hotter, with heat rushing up your neck, to your cheeks, and down to your stomach. You feel your stomach coil as he opens his mouth over your skin and starts sucking the skin there. He starts marking you.

As he sucks, you can feel his tongue licking simultaneously there, easing out the stinging sensation. You gasp, when his teeth graze and nibble on your sensitive spot.

The television is long forgotten, and Taehyung can only hear your heavy breathing and soft, low moans. He feels his heart jumping in his chest, he fears at a point, that it would come out.

Your fingers find again, his sensitive ears, and you start caressing them. He hums against your neck, the vibration sending shivers throughout your body.

He slowly detaches his mouth from your skin, and licks it carefully. He finally kisses it, possessively, then draws you closer by grabbing your neck and kisses you on the forehead, and then on the lips. This one is slow yet possessive, lustful yet passionate. It is beautiful, the moment and the atmosphere, which has turned from something fervent and fierce, to impassioned and heartfelt.

The mark you have on the neck is fresh, turning a beautiful deep purple, indicating that someone owns your heart and you.

You both have a newer connection now, and you can feel it in your chains, and in your heart, which is now connected to his.

When you look into his eyes now, you see him differently, he is the same Tae you had met in your childhood, but you see him now, as a grown up, young hybrid.

You see him as your soulmate, your life.

You grin at him, when his eyes run from yours, yet returning a sheepish grin. You cup one of his cheeks, and while caressing it, lean in and place a kiss just below his Adam's Apple, and grin again, feeling him gulp and release a shaky sigh. You lean up again, to look into his eyes, which you find already on you.

He hurriedly stands up and pulls you up with him, dragging you across the living room and into the bedroom, defeating all those who questioned your unity, the unity of a hybrid and a human, a predator and a prey.

°§°

Black Siberian Tiger

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¬ Hajin

[goldenmazzello]

Lay all your love on me | Part 2

(I don't own this gif. Credits to the owner)

Warning: Alcohol, anxiety, angst, hungover, languague, mixed feelings, flashbacks. 

W/C: 5k.

Masterlist

~

Although you were all exhausted from your last day on set, you were going out and have some fun and celebrate. You needed this. You all needed this. So when Ben suggested to go to a new bar for some drinks all of you enthusiastically agreed, especially because you, Joe and Rami were coming back to the US tomorrow.

Now, you were at your hotel room getting ready for your last night in London. You chose a little black dress with embroidery black sequins all over it, it also had a nice cleavage that left nothing to the imagination. That was your favorite dress, you felt absolutely confident when you wore it. You put on a pair of black high heels, you were almost ready.

Suddenly, you heard a knock from the door and gave a glance to the clock that was hang on the wall. Fuck. You were late and you hadn't done your make-up yet. You weren't used to wearing a lot of make-up, you prefered having a good skincare routine but since you've had eye bags from the exhausting week on set and your skin wasn't helping due to your PMS pimples, you decided to slightly cover them.

You opened the door and Joe was standing there, wearing a white dress shirt, a pair of black jeans, a leather jacket and a pair of black boots. He looked stunning.

"Wow, you look..." You both said at the same time and laughed. You moved your sight to the floor with blushy cheeks.

"Are you ready?" Joe asked while studying you with a curious expression from the door frame.

"Hmm...do we have time?" You played with your hands, nervously. "I mean, I've haven't done my make-up yet, but I promise it won't take more than 5 minutes. Please Joey." You looked at him with puppy eyes, trying to convince him. He chuckled.

Joey. You were the only person who called him like that. You thought that maybe his mother called him like this but no, you were the only one and Joe found it pleasant. He got annoyed when someone who wasn't you used that nickname.

"Okay, you are already pretty but anyway, you can do it, we have like 10 minutes." He checked his watch as he entered the room and sat on your bed.

"Thank you!" You hugged him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He could feel your scent. His heart began to beat hard like a hammer. He swallowed.

You grabbed your makeup bag which was a few inches away from the bed on a table and started to apply your red lipstick quickly. Joe was following every movement. You bent over the table to have a better look of your face in your little mirror to apply concealer and Joe couldn't help but fixate his eyes on your thighs and then, your ass. it wasn't the first time he did it, but that little dress allowed him to have a perfect view of your long legs and he couldn’t resist. 

"I'm ready!" You turned around and faced him, he was silent and pretended to look at the window. "You okay?" You walked towards him and grabbed his hand.

"Y-yes, I was just...thinking about our flight" He lied. You rubbed his hand gently and sat by his side. You'll be the death of him.

"Sure? You look...tense" You said worried.

He nodded. "I'm tired but I not going to stay in bed in our last night in London." He tittered.

"Okay, let's get going!"

~

The bar was overcrowded, something to expect for a bar that opened two weeks ago. There were some tables and chairs lined up against the walls and others were just packed into the middle of the room. It was kinda dark, since the lights were red colored, but it was perfect, you still could see people’s faces. Music from the 70s, 80s and 90s was playing at the background.

As you sat at the table, you could notice that it was full of bottles that Ben and Gwilym had brought, since they were the first of the group to arrive.

“Well, you really want us to celebrate tonight Ben.” You raised an eyebrow while looking at them. Ben giggled. 

“Of course!” He said as he grabbed a glass and poured champagne on it. “Where are Rami and Lucy?” 

“Here!” They shouted from the door and walked towards the table. “What the hell...we’re only six in here. why is the the perfect amount of alcohol for the entire bar?” Lucy asked, blinking. 

“Your blonde friend wants us to be shit-faced.” Replied Gwylim and took a sip of wine. Ben shrugged. 

You raised your drinks and Ben began talking "Cheers for this movie and everything that will come with this!"

"Cheers for us guys!" Rami shouted.

Bohemian Rhapsody was a very promising movie. It was one of the most anticipating of the year worldwide, so maybe it will lead to awards nominations such as the Oscars and it also will give all of you more recognition. The best was yet to come.

An hour later, you’ve already drunk half of what was on the table. it was going to be a long night.

There was a tall blonde girl leaned on the bar counter, who was gazing at your table. She was having a drink with a straw that made her lips look big. Maybe, she was doing it on purpose.

“Hey, that girl is trying to get your attention.” Ben elbowed Joe and he looked at her. 

Your eyes rapidly moved to Joe, waiting for his next move. 

“Go and have fun.” Gwylim blinked. 

“I don’t know, I don’t think she’s looking for me.” Joe commented.

Joe wasn’t interested at all, especially since you were on his thoughts all day. But maybe, if he tried to talk to other women he could keep his mind occupied for a bit. Whatsmore, he has been in a forced celibacy for the past months due to filming so it could be an opportunity.

"Are you kidding me? Joe, she's been staring at you for like the last five minutes." Gwilym said. "Go and invite her a drink, do something!"

Joe hesitated for a minute until he put his phone in his pocket and went with her.

You didn't know why, but something made you feel sick to your stomach. Why were you feeling like this for Joe? He was your friend and you should be happy for him. Did you...like him? It wasn't a secret that he was very attractive, but you never thought about him as your lover.

Your not-so-sober state was making you feel so nauseous. You were also tired from your last days of work which were stressing and hadn't been eating properly because you were busy. This wasn’t going to end well. 

You stopped drinking and sighed. There was a growing unease running through your veins, you couldn't take it anymore. You rushed to the bathroom. Fortunately, you were the only one in there. You locked yourself in an individual loo and pressed your forehead against the door, breathless. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath, but you felt as if the sharp point of a knife was stabbing you in the chest. The feeling of your heavy pounding heart and a persistent tightness in your shoulders were taking over you. You began to count, one, two, three, four to remove the explosion in your brain that was sending your thoughts spiraling out of control. You couldn't put into words the way you were feeling.

A few minutes later, your breath was becoming normal. You stayed there, trying to recover.

You thought it wasn't going to happen anymore, or at least tonight.

On the other side of the bar, Ben noticed that you were gone. He looked for you desperately, but he couldn't find you anywhere.

He immediately went to the bar counter where Gwilym was standing there, laughing out loud, he has just moved his hand on Joe's head and disheveled him, showing off his perm. Joe wasn't happy at all but the girl just laughed and continued talking.

"Guys, I can't find (y/n) anywhere." Ben explained.

Joe's eyes widened. he apologized with the girl and looked for you. Gwilym followed him.

"Why don't we tell Lucy to go and see if she's in the bathroom? She might be there."

"It's a good idea but, where is Lucy?" Joe moved to the crowd where Rami and Lucy were rocking their bodies to some 80s love songs.

Joe explained her what happened and she went to the bathroom. Rami helped the boys.

What if someone hurt you? what if you were in danger and you couldn't ask for help? Joe couldn't stop thinking about the worst case scenario. He felt a twinge in his chest.

As Lucy entered the bathroom, she looked under each door and felt relaxed when she saw your black high heels there.

"(y/n)? (y/n), are you okay?" She knocked the door.

She sent a message to your group chat.

Lucy: I found her, she's in the bathroom. Don't worry.

"Yes, absolutely." You opened the door and she almost jumps. Your eyes were red and your mascara was running on your cheeks.

"What happened? Did someone do anything to you?" She hugged you tight and you hugged she back even thighter.

"No, no. I'm just...I don't know, I was feeling anxious but I think I'm better now." You moved to the mirror and opened the tap water. You washed your face.

"Was it for anything in particular? What were you doing when you started feeling like that?"

You explained the situation and she hugged you again. “I’m here for you, don’t worry.” She said sweetily. You smiled. 

You came back and the guys sighed in relief.

"She's okay, don't bother her." Lucy warned them. Joe sat beside you and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" Rami asked.

"Give me that." You snatched the wine bottle off his hands.

The blonde girl showed up again. She whispered something on Joe's ear and gave him a piece of paper. Then, she blinked at him and left the bar.

"Man, what's on the paper?" Ben was dying to know about it. Joe gave it to Rami. Ben stucked out his tongue.

Rami opened it. "Ohh, what a heartbreaker you are, Mr. Mazzello." He gave it back to him. Joe held it in his hands as he read.

"I really liked your perm. If you fancy doing something after the bar, let me know 64788433"

Joe tore the paper and took a sip of wine. Ben, Rami and Gwilym's jaw dropped. You felt relieved. "What?"

"I can't believe you're wasting such an opportunity!" Ben said with a wide eyed face.

"She's not my type." He continued drinking.

He didn't feel like leaving you. He felt alarmed by your state, you were his friend and he wan’t going to leave you when you were feeling like that.  Although he didn't know what happened to you, he could notice you were tense. He would do anything to make you feel better.

"Dude, you're mad. It's your last night here." Rami insisted. Joe didn't care.

"And, what about you? Did you find anyone for tonight" Gwilym asked you, mischivously.

You almost choke. "W-What?"

"You know, a one-night stand.” He moved up his eyebrows. You giggled.

"I'm not much into that, I'm more classic, you know." You confessed.

"Come here, I'm gonna find you a hot date!" Lucy begged you.

"It's okay Lu, I wanna be on my own tonight." You smiled gently.

~

It was 2 a.m, you were all a mess and there were like 3 more hours ahead. Oh shit.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to our place tonight.” Yelled a man from the little scenario, holding a microphone. ”It’s 2 a.m and that means, It’s karaoke time!” He raised his arms and people clapped excitedly. “We invite you to come here with a partner and give us a performance! Who will be our first duo tonight?” 

“Here! These pretty girls right here are going to sing first.” Ben jumped from his chair and pointed at you and Lucy, who gaped at you. 

“Oh no, shut up Benjamin!” You tried to sat him back to his place but it was impossible. 

“Come on girls, let’s go!" The man encourage both of you. Everybody turned their heads to your table. You swallowed.

"Are you sure?" You asked Lucy and she shrugged.

"I guess we have to do it, we have no choice." She said in a small panicky voice as the whole bar was waiting for you to go.

"Fuck, then let's do it."

You rapidly took two more shots of vodka so as not to be so conscious of what you were going to do and walked towards the scenario with her. As you got out of your chair, Joe followed your body with his eyes. He swore no one ever looked so good in a dress and it hurt him to know he couldn't have you that night.

Ben took out his phone from his pocket and started to record, maybe it would end up posted on Instagram.

"So, to who do we owe the pleasure tonight?" The man handed Lucy and you microphones.

"I'm Lucy and she's my friend (y/n)." Everybody clapped and there were some whistling. For a second, you regretted wearing that dress.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lucy and (y/n)!" He yelled, leaving the scenario.

You both moved to the little screen you had in front of you. Lucy chose Wannabe by the Spice Girls.

You took a deep breath and started singing. "Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want." You moved your head to Lucy's direction.

"So tell me what you want, what you really, really want." She sang and held your hand. You both started moving your hips from side to side following the rhythm of the music, trying to remember some moves from the music video.

The boys were singing and clapping from the table, totally enjoying it. You started to feel more comfortable and to enjoy it too.

"If you wanna be my lover." You both sang the last line of the song and hugged. You quickly came back with the boys while you heard clapping again.

"You girls nailed it!" Rami gave Lucy a quick peck.

"I still hate you, Ben. You better be careful, I'll kill you." You blustered annoyed. He mocked you. 

"Please tell me you're going to sing with me!" Joe put his best puppy face that made it hard to deny anything.

"Yeah Joe, when pigs fly!"

Two hours later, you and Joe were on the scenario, you were totally sloshed.

"Purple rain, purple rain. I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain." You both sang from the top of your lungs. Joe had his arm around your waist and you had yours around his neck, moving backwards and forwards, trying to dance.

"For you Ben, I'll ruin my voice for you!" Joe pointed at Ben, who was trying to hide behind Gwilym.

Joe lost his balanced and fell to the ground, but that didn't stop him for singing. Screaming.

"I only wanted to see you underneath the AHHHHHHHH PURPLE RAIN, PURPLE RAIN, UHHHHHH." He grabbed your leg like a kid.

"Okay Joey, it's enough." You burst out laughing and helped him up.

~

As fast as you opened your eyes, you closed them. A merciless sunbeam was squirting straight in, making the oppressive force in your head go deeper. You turned around and checked your phone, 12:30 p.m, you had to be at the airport in exactly five hours. 

You couldn’t remember neither coming back to the hotel nor falling asleep. As you sat up bed with a rather unpleasant feeling, you felt a shiver down your spine, the room was cold and you were still wearing your black dress. You felt a wave of nausea and ran to the bathroom. You ended up bent over the toilet, puking your guts out. You haven’t been like this in months. The last time you were like this was last year when your ex broke up with you. When you finished puking, you struggled to lift your head up, but the head throbbing was making it impossible. You rested your head in your hands and began to rub your temples, trying to massage away the headache. It was pointless. You felt you were going to die in about five minutes. 

You looked at your face in the mirror, your mascara was running on your cheeks and your red lipstick was smeared, you looked terrible. After cleaning up your face with a damp cloth, you turned on the shower and tossed your dress and your underwear. You felt really gross. The drops of water running down your body felt warm and you enjoyed it. After a long shower, you got changed into your comfiest clothes and finished packing. 

While you were drinking water, your phone buzzed. Joe was calling. 

“Hey, how are you?” Asked Joe with a husky voice. He might have just woken up. 

“I feel like shit, I’m never drinking again.” You protested. Joe laughed. 

That's what everybody says waking up with a terrible hangover and then, they drink again and repeat it over and over again.

“We both know that’s a pretty unconvincing lie.” 

“Well, I’m not drinking any soon. That sounds better?” 

“Absolutely.” You nodded, smiling. “Can you come to my room? I can’t move and I feel I’m about to pass out if I don’t drink water soon. Please, I’m gonna die, don’t let me die!” Joe screamed, being totally dramatic. 

“You aren’t gonna die, Joey. I’m on my way.” You hang and walked towards his room. You knocked the door and Joe cursed, he had to get out of bed. 

“God, I can’t even walk.” Joe said as you entered the room. He jumped back to bed. “Come here.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked, walking on his direction. 

“Of course, come here, I’m gonna die.” Joe pouted. You rolled your eyes and lay in bed. 

You called room service and they brought you bottles of water and some snacks. 

“Joe, you have to take short sips of water.” 

“I’m thirsty.” 

“I know but it would get worse.” You squeezed his bottle and now, his face was wet. You laughed out loud. 

“You’ll regret it.” He left the bottle on the nightstand and started to tickle you. 

“Please, please, please, Joe, stop or I’m gonna throw up the water, please stop” You begged between laughs. Joe stopped and you sighed in relief. 

“Well, I see you aren’t feeling so bad after all.” 

“Kinda, but I wanna stay here until we head to the airport.” He moved close to you. 

“So do I.” You placed his head on your chest and hugged him. Joe felt he was going to die. 

Never had he been this close before. He didn’t want to move because he was practicaly on your boobs. He tried to avoid any dirty thoughts but his view wasn't helping. When he felt your fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes.

Joe wished this was part of his routine. You and him, waking up together on the same bed, him, giving you kisses all over your face and body. He wanted to kiss you so bad. He liked to think that your lips were as soft as a cotton. He hoped someday he’ll find out if he was right.

"You know," said Joe, breaking the silence. "I think you've never told me, but how did you find out about Queen?" Joe questioned.

It was a rainy cold saturday afternoon. Boredom had taken over you, so you decided to sit on your computer while your mom was baking a delicious banana bread while your dad was working on a project for his job, you assumed that he had become a workaholic because no one would ever dedicate so much time to his job on a free day.

"Can you look for a song on YouTube? It's awfully noiseless in here." Your dad said stretching his back, he had been sitting for like 5 hours.

You knew that your dad liked The Rolling Stones so you clicked on Start me Up music video. When it finished, you checked on YouTube's suggestions. Queen - I Want to Break Free. You knew that Queen was a well-known British band but you've never listened to any of their songs.

"Dad, mom, do you like Queen?"

"Yeah, well, I used to listen to them a lot when I was young." Your dad told you.

"One of my favorite songs by Queen used to be I Want to Break Free." Your mom said as he took out the banana bread out of the oven. It smelled amazing.

"That's the one YouTube suggested me."

You watched the music video while eating what your mother have just cooked. What a pretty girl, you thought when a blonde schoolgirl appeared in the kitchen. A few months later, you realized it was actually Roger Taylor.

"I can't believe you thought he was actually a girl." Joe couldn't stop laughing.

"In my defense, some people in the 70s thought he was a woman."

"And then what happened?"

"Then, there wasn't a day in which I didn't listen to Queen, and nowadays it's still that way. I really love them. They helped me through difficult times and they still do.” 

He smiled. “It’s crazy how every person has at least a memory of Queen in their lives. I remember that Bohemian Rhapsody was the first song I downloaded on Napster.” You interrupted him. 

“Which is ilegal.” 

“Shh, don’t tell Brian and Roger.” You giggled. “And then,” he continued. “When I directed Undrafted, I would drive every morning listening to Somebody to Love and it gave me good vibes for the day. It was great” 

You talked for like two hours about Queen. Now, you were on Joe's chest. "What are your plans for the next days?" Joe started to play with your hair.

"I'm staying in New Jersey with my family, you know, it's been a while since I've seen them. And the other week I'm having an audition in New York for a theater play."

"Great, what is its name?"

"It's Romeo and Juliet. A classic. I really hope I'll get this, otherwise I don't know what I'll do." You sighed.

"You'll get the role, don't worry about it, you are wonderful." Joe grabbed your hand and you rubbed his.

"Thank you. And what are you up to this week? Any meeting or something?" You inquired.

"Not yet. I'm going to visit my family and some friends and of course I'll wait for you to free so we can start with our To do list in New York." He smiled sheepishly.

"I can't wait for it!"

"Hmm, I was meaning to ask it earlier but anyway, what happened last night?"

You were frozen. You tried to find the exact words to explain him you were feeling anxious and that you didn't know the reason why. He let you know that you could always count on him.

A few minutes later, Joe fell asleep, he was still holding your hand. You stared at him for like an eternity and thought about how you felt last night. You weren't sure about your feelings as something more than a friend. You loved him with all your heart, he had become someone you really cared for, you were together all the time and you knew that it would still be like that from now.

He had a peaceful look in his face that made your heart melt. You were grateful that you were going to spend a few days in your hometown where you will have enough time to clear your mind.

~

After a week at your parents' home, you came back to your apartment in New York and now, you were getting ready for your audition. You kept reading the script over and over again while you were on your way in the taxi.

While you were waiting in the queue to enter the theater, your phone buzzed. It was a message.

Joe: Good luck sweetie!

You were beaming from ear to ear.

~

Joe finished cooking one of his specialties, meatballs with spaghetti, his favorite food. His friend Aaron was about to come in any minute. It was a long time since they last reunited, especially because they were busy with their acting careers.

The doorbell rang and Joe opened the door of his house. Aaron Tveit was standing there, holding a bottle of wine and some cans of beer happily.

As they ate, they talked about their lasts projects and brought up some memories of Joe's movie, Undrafted, in which they were co-stars. When they were about to finish the delicious supper, the doorbell rang. They looked at each other.

"Is it really the doorbell?" Aaron asked, confused.

"Yes but, that's strange, I'm not expecting anyone."

Joe opened the door and his gaze flickered over your presence. 

“I wasn't expecting to see you until tomorrow, what a lovely surprise!” His smiled disappeared when he noticed you were weeping. "What's wrong?" 

“Sorry I came out of the blue but I really need you.” When you leaned over the frame of the door trying to enter his house, you saw he had a guest. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had people tonight. I can come tomorrow morning." You moved backwards. 

“Don’t leave, (y/n).” He grabbed your arm. ��You can join us.” You hesitated, “Please, stay.” 

You entered his house and he took you to the kitchen, not before telling his friend he would be back in a minute. You sat on the counter and he stood in front of you. “Tell me, what happened?” 

“The audition...” You played with the edge of your shirt, avoiding his gaze. “It was awful, they treated me so unkind...and obviously I didn’t get the role.” 

“I’m so sorry, (y/n).” He embraced you in such a tender and warm way that made you feel safe immediately. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet things in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

You couldn't lie, in the days you spent away in New Jersey, Joe couldn't leave your mind. He was there, 24/7 and you couldn't stop talking about him to your family. Your mom only needed two hours to say you were having feelings for him, despite your denial. 

“Forget about that.” He took you to the dining room, where his friend was with his phone. As he saw you were coming, he left it on the table and smiled.

"(y/n), he's Aaron. Aaron, she's (y/n)." Joe introduced each other. Aaron was a brown haired man with beautiful blue eyes. He seemed to be in his mid 30s, just like Joe.

You remembered seeing them on tv, he was in Gossip Girl!

"It's nice to meet you, Joe talked about you a lot!" He admitted. Joe blushed and you smiled.

Did he really talk about you with his friends?

Joe insisted on serving you a plate of food and you acepted it. An hour passed, now you felt better, Aaron was so friendly.

“I’m having an audition on friday for a musical, If you like, I’ll give you the script.” Aaron said while you were having a sip of wine. 

“What is it about?” 

“It’s a Broadway musical based on the movie Grease. I think you’ll like it. They are looking for someone to play Sandy Olsson." 

You almost choke. “B-Broadway? Oh God. I don’t know..” 

Broadway. It was a tempting proposal, but you weren’t sure if you were going to be acepted to play a role in a such an incredible musical, especially after your failed audition from today. 

“Hey, why don’t you give it a try?” Suggested Joe. “You have nothing to lose. It’s a big opportunity, you should definitly go.”

“And you still have time to prepare for this.” Aaron unlocked his phone and asked for your number. “I’ve just sent you the script. Don’t worry, I can help you if you want, you can call me at any moment and I’ll try to help you. Tomorrow I’ll send you the adress and everything you need to know. And if you want, I can pick you up and we can go together.” 

“That would be nice, thank you.” You smiled. 

“So, that’s a yes?” Joe asked expectantly. 

“Yes!” 

Joe was absolutely happy for you. However, his mind was being cruel.

“Joey, are you listening to me?” You asked him. He rubbed his eyes. 

“Sorry, I think I’m falling asleep. What were you saying?” 

“Can I stay here tonight?” 

“Sure!” 

He had to do something, too much love will kill him. 

[crystxlclear]

sudden desire

chapter one: cupid fucked up

part two of sudden desire

prologue / masterlist

in which two best friends won’t admit they’re in love so decide to have a baby together instead.

pairing: marcus pike x female original character

warnings: mentions of divorce?

word count: 2.2k

author’s note: not much to say other than i decided this isn’t going to have any smut & it’s just going to be cute af because i’m not comfortable writing it and also the whole issue with under 18s reading & engaging in 18+ content makes things worse. so just enjoy this mostly wholesome but also sad and angsty fic about everyone’s favourite FBI agent falling in love :)

At first, Loren Hull wanted to throw Coraline Meyer a divorce party. Some massive, elaborate party with all their friends. "To celebrate the fact my best friend is finally free!" She'd explained, the day the final paperwork came through. But Coraline decided against it, making some paper-thin excuse that she had some work thing that she couldn't get out of. So, instead, she finds herself alone and sprawled out under far too many blankets on her couch, eating spoonfuls of ice cream like her life depended on it, watching some shitty horror film. At first, she’d tried watching some equally-shitty rom-com but the happy moments made her cry, which she found completely pathetic and embarrassing. Instead, she's resorted to laughing at the characters in the first cliche horror she could find for being so stupid and letting themselves get killed. She'd been in a couple of cheap horrors when she'd first started acting; they were all embarrassingly bad and Coraline likes to pretend they'd never happened.

The doorbell rings halfway through some drawn-out chase scene, fake screams falling from the blonde actress' mouth as some knife-wielding maniac in a cheap mask hunts her down. Coraline begrudgingly hauls herself up from her comfy position on the sofa and shuffles towards the door, socks scuffing across the carpet. The moment the blankets fall away, she’s freezing again, though she’s vaguely aware that her apartment’s about fifty degrees too hot. Still, she wraps her cardigan tighter around herself, finding it impossible to shift the shivers.

Coraline’s greeted by the grinning face of Marcus Pike. "Hey, sunshine." He grins.

Sunshine. The nickname he'd given her the first day they'd met, when she'd shown up far too early to a briefing. Cora’s older brother, Daniel, had been opening an art gallery in downtown D.C. and was convinced scammers were already trying to sell him fake paintings for exceptionally high prices. Marcus and his team were tasked with helping out; Coraline had been roped in by her brother to help, since she’d be there for the grand opening.

She’d been wearing some bright yellow dress she'd found at the back of her wardrobe; he'd complimented her when he'd arrived a few minutes later and it had been so long since anyone had given her a genuine compliment that she'd grown flustered and almost spilt coffee down herself. They'd grown closer and closer since then and she had no hesitation in calling him one of her best friends.

Marcus holds up a paper bag. "I brought Chinese food."

"Oh, you're an angel." Cora returns Marcus' grin, opening the door wide enough for him to step inside. She takes the bag from him and cradles it close to her like it’s a newborn baby, the warmth flushing through her body.

"I try." He chuckles as she pulls him into a hug. They hold each other close for a while, lingering just a little longer than normal, her hand clutching at the back of his t-shirt a little tighter.

Coraline slumps back onto the couch when they finally let each other go. She immediately combs through the bag in search of the chow mein she knows will be in there; their weekly Chinese takeout nights have become a tradition in the few months they've known each other and he knows her order like the back of his hand.

Marcus settles into the armchair opposite, grabbing his own food. "Happy divorce day, by the way."

Coraline groans. She'd hoped he'd forgotten about that — she hadn't mentioned it to him, either. The less said about it, the better. "Oh, god, don't remind me." She flings her head back dramatically against the couch cushions. "But, hey, I'm a single woman now. You should take your shot while you still have chance. I'm in high demand." She jokes.

"Are they lining up at your door?" Marcus chuckles, leaning forward in his chair.

"You know it, I'm a catch." She mumbles through a mouthful of noodles, wiggling her eyebrows at him. Marcus smiles wistfully over at her.

"Anyone would be lucky to have you, Cora."

"Oh, please." She snorts; she can feel her cheeks flushing as pink as the blanket she sits beneath. She still finds herself taken aback whenever he compliments her, she can’t help it. There’s just something about the way he seems to mean it that makes her heart swell inside her chest. She stares down at her food and pokes at an onion with the end of her chopsticks, hoping he won’t notice the bright flush of red that has swept across her face. "I'm never falling in love again, anyway."

"Why?"

Coraline looks up at him through her lashes. He’s still staring at her as she pokes at her noodles. "Too much unnecessary heartbreak." She pokes her toe out from under her blankets, nudging the half-empty pint of ice cream she'd been eating before he arrived. It’s melting and staining a ring onto her coffee table. It makes her shiver more than she already was. "I'd rather not go through the trauma again."

"Don't be so dramatic." He sniggers, kicking her lightly in the ankle.

Coraline fakes offence. She pokes Marcus back, furrows her eyebrows and pouts. "I'm not dramatic," she mumbles, ignoring the fact half an hour earlier she'd been crying into her ice cream like some character in the movie she'd been watching. "I just don't want to get hurt again."

Coraline has always had a problem with heartbreak. It seems to follow her. It happens too quickly, too often, and each time it chips away a little more at her heart. She's started to think that it’s inevitable, now. The sum of her heartbreak just makes her fragile.

Her first heartbreak at thirteen made her feel like her world was ending. By her second, at nineteen, she realised just how trivial that had been. The third heartbreak was the worst. It came at the expense of her younger sister Eve, barely seventeen with so many hopes and dreams, snatched away by a drunk driver on one quiet Sunday morning, as the sun shone brightly and the breeze ruffled the trees. The pain hit her where she was weak and left a spider-web of cracks inside her mind. She patched herself up with fractured smiles and make-believe until a little more sunshine crept through and she was herself again. Or, at least, half of herself.

When the fourth came, at the hands of the very person who'd helped her through the darkness, the person who stood by her side as she pulled the broken pieces of her heart back together, she was almost numb. Almost. It was almost like there was nothing left to break, nothing left to feel. Except there was and the cracks inside her threatened to burst apart.

Coraline has always known that hearts are easily broken, even when she was a child. The idea had never phased her until she felt it and it hurt more and more and more, until her bones were hollow and straining to hold together the pieces of her aching heart as it tried to tumble from her chest.

The thought of getting hurt again is a little too much.

Marcus smiles. "I get that." He’s silhouetted by the warm light of a street lamp that streams in through the window behind him. It turns the ends of his hair golden and his eyes amber as he tilts his head, like he’s trying to figure something out. Amber eyes gaze over the slight furrow of her brow and the glimmer that has appeared in her green eyes. "I hate him for hurting you, for making you think that way."

Coraline shakes her head. "Don't." She smiles, a great big beaming smile, that she’s worried might come off as fake, flashing across her face. "It was inevitable." Truthfully, she was half-gone before Scott even met her, dwelling too heavily on past heartbreak. They were perfectly wrong for each other; they'd both known it for a few years before things had turned sour but, back then, pretending to live in some blurry version of perfection, both silently screaming because it wasn't right. They weren't meant to be. They didn't work anymore, and hadn't for far too long. "And it was my fault, too."

When she and Scott first met, something made them believe things would work out. Opposites attract or some made-up cliché shit like that. She'd found herself drawn so quickly towards him; he was confident and sure of himself and he gave her this smile that sent welcome shivers through her bones. They got caught up in a whirlwind, pushing and pulling them, unrelenting. Things just moved too fast and they loved far too much, then far too little.

Coraline just wants to fall in love, slowly, to feel it smouldering so deep down in her bones for months before she realises what it is, when she’s head over heels and has fallen so deeply there‘s no way out. She doesn’t want to feel forced into loving someone, to spend her days convincing herself that she does. Because there would be nothing to doubt, she'll just know with complete and utter unwavering certainty. And she just wants someone to love her back, really, truly love her back, without compromise. Someone who’ll treat her right because he wants to, not because he has to.

"Aren't you hot under all those blankets?" Marcus questions. He's been wearing a suit jacket beneath his coat — it was so cold outside that the rain turned to ice the moment it hit the sidewalk — and he huffs out an uncomfortable deep breath as he pulls it off. "It's ridiculous in here."

"I'm always hot." She jokes with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. She tucks the blankets — all four of them — up under her chin. "But I'm freezing."

Coraline has had shivers set deep in her bones for months now. She can never seem to keep warm, permanently troubled by a chill that flushes through her. It’s becoming a real problem. Mostly because her heating bill is almost double that of normal, from the sheer number of times she dials the thermostat up as high as it will go.

Marcus scrunches up his jacket and throws it at her. She bats it away before it hits her square in the face, the button narrowly missing her eye. "Hey!" She protests, poised to launch the jacket back across the room directly towards his head.

"Wear it." He insists before chuckling as her expression softens. "Another layer to keep you warm."

"Oh.” Another pause, weighing up his expression, her eyebrow half-cocked in mild scepticism. But he seems genuine. “Thank you."

...

Coraline must have fallen asleep half an hour later. She'd trailed off mid-sentence, eyes fluttering closed, breath falling steady as she relaxed against the couch cushions. She's barely slept lately — an infuriating result of worrying about her impending divorce and a hectic filming schedule that is still in full swing — and neither she, nor Marcus, is surprised that sleep has prematurely pulled her under.

When she finally reopens her eyes, the dull light of daybreak is threatening to spill through the curtains and everything is neat. Marcus is gone; the entire apartment is silent, save for the soft hum of voices from some old black-and-white rerun on the TV. She doesn’t remember falling asleep or even closing her eyes; the last thing she remembers is Marcus throwing her his jacket and them talking for a while about nothing in particular as she’d turned off the horror film that had been playing in the background the whole time. She’s still wearing that jacket, now, her fingers tangled in the sleeves that are far too long for her. The jacket still smells like him, all familiar and comforting.

Coraline pokes her head out from underneath the blankets that are covering half her face. Her head had been resting on a small couch cushion when she'd fallen asleep — she'd been far too lazy to grab any others — but now the pillows from her bed prop her head up. Marcus must have put them there before he left; sometimes she sleeps so deeply that she isn’t surprised he hadn’t accidentally woken her up.

She finally manages to peel herself from the spot on the couch she's been laid on for over twelve hours, her knees protesting with a loud crack, every blanket tumbling to the floor. Her feet brush from her rug to the cold wooden floor and she shivers again because, of course, she’s unbearably cold again. Only her hands, that are stuffed into the pockets of Marcus' jacket, are warm.

The apartment is always quiet, now. Especially since Scott had moved out. Everything just feels empty, like she’s living in the house of a ghost, passing by empty picture frames that she's been too distracted to fill. She’s sure that Marcus has cleaned before he left; the half-melted tub of ice cream and empty Chinese food cartons are gone and even the dirty dishes she'd dumped in the sink have been washed and tucked away in the cupboard.

It’s the smallest of gestures, bringing her pillows so she’s comfortable and throwing out the trash, probably small and insignificant to anyone else. But the idea of doing any of it had bled all the energy from Coraline's bones and she’s so grateful.

She’s so painfully and heartbreakingly grateful for Marcus Pike and he has no idea.

[supergirlimagine]

Lost & Found part.1

What uupup👋🏽 so me and @baked-bean-bekah have decided to get together and write some stuff! Well be writing a Supergirl Imagine and I’ll be posting the first Chapter on here and then she’ll post her next part on her blog sometime next week! Hope you guys enjoy it 💃🏽 Also go check out all of her stories if you haven’t already! They are great

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This is a Story about Alex and Maggie finding a lost and homeless Alien Teen, with nowhere to go. And then we’ll just see where it goes from there!

Thanks for reading🖤

There had been a terrible disease that spread over your planet like wildfire, wich you had managed to escape with a few others of your People. There was no cure and no one really knew where it came from, but it wiped out half the Population in weeks. You were only a small child when you landed and don't really remember much from the first years. Once you had landed, a group of People who called themselves Cadmus, had taken you as Prisoners and thrown you into Cells. They had Experimented on most of you and talked about some great Powers you were supposed to have. They had never experimented on you like they had on the others, but did their fair share of testing. Being the only child from the group, they were more interested in seeing you ‘developing’, as they would call it. You were mostly kept isolated from everyone else during your time of captivity, so you never really knew who was still alive. On one lucky Night, something had gone terribly wrong at this Place, which had been your home for a couple years at that point. There was a huge explosion wich was followed by a fire and alarms going off. When the door to your cell seemed to be unlocked and with no guard in sight, you took the chance and ran. There was enough chaos and shouting going on, that you managed to get outside. Stopping for a minute, you took in the stars and Night sky, which you hadn't seen in years. Just then, a huge spaceship took of from inside the building, it shoot into the sky with lighting speed, closely followed by a flying figure dressed in red and blue. You were frozen, watching the scene unfold, but when you heard more shouting coming from behind you, you took off running and never looked back.

That was about 2 years ago and you’re in your late Teens now, still alone. Living on the streets of a Place called National City ever since the escape. Always in the background, never making any real connection with People, since you never talked to anyone that you crossed paths with. You mostly understood these Earthlings, but no one had ever bothered to teach you the language properly during your time in captivity, so you were scared your off-world-accent would give you away. You were always careful and never stayed in one place too long, never putting your Powers on display, too scared that they would find you again. Late at night you would lay awake, looking at the sky, trying to get a glimpse of her. Of Supergirl, the Cities Hero. You wished she would safe you. Safe you from whatever this Life was, that had been thrown at you at a young age. You never wanted any of this. You longed for acceptance, safety and love. A family. All things you were sure you’d never get to have. There was no one out there waiting for you and no one to trust on this foreign world. Supergirl was an alien and she was celebrated, while you were forced to hide in the shadows of the city, never being able to be completely at ease and on guard 24/7.

Its been hard getting food these days, you were usually able to find something and stay afloat, but its been rough the last couple week. More so than usual, for whatever reason. So against your better judgment, you decided to try a small corner store and see if you would be able to steal something. You didn't like doing that, but you had no other choice at this point. Walking inside you were eyed by the large man behind the counter and the few other costumers in the small store. Even in this bad part of town, you stuck out. Your hair was dirty, your face unwashed and the way too large sweater you had on, had more holes than you cared to count. You made your way to the back of the store, where you found some can foods. Everyone's eyes were on you already, so you decided your best option would be to grab and run. You grab the container, but before you can even make it to the door, the large man stops you.

”What the Hell do you think you are doing?!”, His voice was loud and made you shrink in on yourself. Frantic eyes looking for a way out.

“You can't just take what you want!”, He snatched the Can out of your hand and continues yelling.

”You are one of them aren't you!? You Roach! I can smell the disgust your kind produces from a mile away! You got something else coming for you!”

He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the front of the store while he got on the phone. Painfully holding onto you the whole time. You wanted to fight, but knew you wouldn't stand a chance if you wanted to keep your Powers a Secret. You can't afford having an even bigger target on your back. Maybe this was for the better, maybe he would just end your miserable existence.

Not even 5minutes after he hung up and 5 minutes of yelling and insults raining down on you, while he held a tight grip, the parking lot was full of police cars and big black vans.

A woman in a black uniform, with short hair and fire in her eyes, walked into the front door, gun raised. Tightly followed by a shorter woman with long brown hair.

”NCPD!”, The later called out.

“”Yes! Over here! I held on to this Roach for you, made sure it wouldn't’ burn this place down or get away.””

The two woman rounded the corner, fully looking at you for the first time, you looked so small and scared. Both immediately holstered their weapons.

““Sir.”“ The short haired lady said with an annoyed undertone.

““You reported an Alien destroying your store and putting the city in danger. But all I see is a scared child. What is going on here?”“

““It is putting us in danger! Just by being here!”“, He made his point as he quickly stood up, dragging you up by your arm, while tightening his grip. You winced and follow his movement.

““Sir. How about you let her go and we take care of..the situation?”“, The other woman spoke this time, anger lacing her voice.

““It tried to steal! They come here and already take everything we have and then they want to steal from us? Not on my watch!”“, He let go and roughly shoved you towards them.

““Take that Roach out of here!” Let it Rot in a Cell!“

His words made you flinch and they both shared a look and decided this wasn't’ a fight for right now, so they guided you out of the store. You followed and rubbed your arm trying to ease the pain.

““My name is Alex and this is Maggie. What is your Name?“ The lady in the black uniform spoke, pointing to the other woman when introducing her, who send you a small smile in return.

You didn't’ answer and you weren't going to. Looking down on the Floor, you decided to stay quite. No eye contact, that is how they get you. The less they know, the better.

After both of them trying for a couple of minutes to get anything out of you with gentle voices and reassuring smiles, they gave up, but never losing their patience with you. They asked you to place your finger on some sort of scanner. You were hesitant at first, but after they promised it would not hurt over and over, you did it and it made the scanner blink red in return. They shared one last look before instructing you to get in the back of one of the black vans, the three of you driving away shortly after.

[supernaturalismyreligion666]

7 Minutes in Heaven - Billy Hargrove x Reader

WARNING: Mentions of rape (nothing too bad though), swearing, some kissing, and Billy Hargrove

You hadn't expected to pick him. You also hadn't expected things to turn out the way they did. But above that, you hadn't actually expected to even play. One of your friends had dragged you into the circle of teens and you just followed what everyone else did. Once you picked a spot, you noticed that Carol was holding a small box which held an assortment of random objects.

"What's in the box?" You asked your friend. They gave you a weird look, "Haven't you played Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

They gave you an exasperated sigh as you slowly shook your head, "You put something of yours into that box then, once it's your turn, pick another thing out of the box. Someone will claim it, and you have to go into a closet with them for seven minutes."

"Ok..." You glanced around the circle. Your eyes caught the gaze of a tall blonde across the circle. He was Billy Hargrove, the so-called "King" of the school. You quickly looked away, but returned your gaze after a couple of seconds. He was still staring, but this time he smirked at you. Face burning, you turned back to your friend. They were putting their object in the box. You scrambled to find something to put in. You quickly decided on your ring. (A/N: If you don't have a ring, please just pretend it's something else!)

~~~~~

After everyone had put their stuff in the box, Carol threw in a necklace and shouted to the rowdy group, "Everyone shut up, we're getting started!"

The circle immediately quieted. Carol grinned, "You all know the rules. Pick an object, go into the closet, have some fun, and come out after seven minutes."

A handful of guys whooped as she dangled her hand over the top of the box. She smirked coyly at Tommy as she plunged her hand in, swirling around the objects. After a few seconds, her hand emerged. She uncurled her fingers to reveal a small ring. She looked around the circle, "Whoever's ring this is, you get to go first!"

You gasped as you saw the familiar piece of jewelry. You hesitantly took a step forward. Carol laughed and ran over to you, "You get the entire school to choose from, so go ahead."

You took a deep breath and looked into the box. On the top was a small triangular earring and next to it was a bottle of Farrah Fawcett hair spray. You swiftly grabbed the hair spray, hoping for a girl that you could just talk to. Carol snatched the hair spray from your hands, "WHO'S HAIR SPRAY IS THIS?"

"Umm that's mine." Everyone turned to stare at the person who spoke. It was none other than Steve Harrington. He stepped out of the circle and took the hair spray from Carol. You stood dumbfounded as he turned to you. Steve stuck out his hand for you to take, "Shall we?"

You glanced back at your friend. They nodded vigorously. You turned back to Steve but noticed the way Billy was standing. He had been casual earlier. Arms crossed, sly grin, relaxed expression... but now his arms were at his sides, hands clenched, brow furrowed, eyes ablaze.

Steve sighed and grabbed your hand, gently pulling you toward the closet. Billy twitched, seeming as if he wanted to step forward, but stayed where he was. You entered the closet, Steve close behind. The door shut behind him and you were enclosed in darkness.

"So... what exactly are we supposed to do while we're in here?" You began to ramble, trying to fill the silence, "My friend explained the rules, but they never said exactly what we do--"

Steve put his hand over your mouth, stopping you from speaking, "How about I just show you instead?"

Your eyes widened as he replaced his hand with his mouth. He reached around you and grabbed your upper thigh, pulling your leg around his waist. You began to struggle against him, but stopped when his grip tightened.

There was a loud thud as he shoved you against the closet wall. You moaned and closed your eyes as he reached under your shirt and began groping your chest. Steve pulled your shirt off and unzipped your shorts. As his hand began to venture down your shorts, you tried to push him off for the second time.

"What's wrong?" He reached for you, but you ducked under his arm. He grabbed your waist and roughly pulled you into him. You tried to escape him again, but he chuckled and merely pulled you flush against his body, "Why are you acting so hard-to-get? We all know that Hargrove is all over you. Why do you think I actually got into this closet with you?"

"W-what?" You stared up at him in shock. He rolled his eyes.

"The only reason why I'm remotely interested in you is because Billy Hargrove is infatuated with you, but can't get anywhere near you."

Before you could say anything else, you heard loud footsteps approaching the closet door. Steve quickly planted his lips on yours and shoved his hands in your hair, messing it up. The door flung open to reveal Billy. He stared at the two of you. His eyes flashed with shock and grief before switching to an icy cold that made you shiver.

You began to struggle against Steve, but he wouldn't let go. Tears welled up in your eyes as you glanced back at Billy and tried to pled for help. He let go of the closet door and grabbed the collar of Steve's jacket, pulling him backward, "Time's up, Harrington."

You quickly zipped back up your shorts. Billy waited for Steve to leave the closet before approaching you, "Hey doll, you ok?"

A tear fell from your eye as you snatched your shirt off the ground, "I'm f-fine. And please don't call me doll."

Billy scoffed, "Fine but you're obviously not ok, PRINCESS."

You threw on your shirt, making Billy a little disappointed, "I think that, out of everyone, I'd know my own emotions."

"Yeah, but you're not telling yourself the truth." You planted your hands on your hips and turned to face Billy, "And the truth is what? That I was molested by Steve Harrington in a game where all kids do it make out?"

"Wait... you didn't want to make out with Harrington?"

You shook your head, "N-no. He came on to me and I tried to push him away, but he kept coming and there was nothing I could do."

Billy's eyes widened. HIS princess being attacked by HARRINGTON? He grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the closet. He dragged you back into the circle of people. They immediately quieted and turned to look at you. Steve sat next to Carol and Tommy, laughing about something. Billy strode up to him and grabbed Steve by the hair.

"AH! DUDE, NOT THE HAIR!" Steve exclaimed in pain as Billy pulled him up from the ground. Billy released him and snarled, "Don't ever fucking touch Y/N again."

Steve blinked, "What?"

"You heard me."

"Obviously, but why do you care?"

"Because you tried to rape her." There was a collective gasp from the crowd. Steve glanced at you before laughing awkwardly.

"Dude, I think you've had too much to drink. Why don't you go sober up before you tell fake stories." Billy's eyes narrowed at Steve's words.

"Fake? Why don't you ask Y/N if what you tried to do was 'fake'."

You tugged on Billy's arm and looked up at him with pleading eyes, "Billy, please stop. It's not a big deal."

When Billy turned to look at you, you were startled by his expression. Anger was written all over his face but his eyes were filled with some sort of want or... lust. They flickered between your eyes and your lips for a moment before he grabbed the sides of your head and shoved you against the wall.

You shut your eyes in anticipation as he leaned over and placed his mouth directly next to your ear, "You're really fucking hot when you beg, princess."

With that, he bit your ear gently, causing you to gasp. He quickly entered his tongue into your mouth. You fought for dominance, but he was stronger and more experienced. As he explored your mouth, he grabbed your thighs and pulled your legs around him before carrying you out of the room and into the nearest empty bedroom.

He laid you on the bed and yanked his shirt over his head. You stared in awe as he undid his belt and snapped it between his hands.

"I've been waiting to do this for forever."

[halcyonnhood]

Crash Into Me //Luke Hemmings // (Ch. One)

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Chapter One

“Amelia, rounds are in eight minutes”

Amelia Callahan isn’t too pleased to find herself sleeping in an on-call room for the fourth night in a row. No one mentioned that part of “the grind” would include never going home and everlasting exhaustion. She just wants to sleep in her own bed and to eat something other than dreary cafeteria food. Shes only further annoyed by Benjamin Cox poking her cheek until she blinks lazily at him.

“C'mon, you gotta get dressed” Benjamin tells the sleepy girl.

“I’m already in scrubs” Amelia swats his hand away.

“Clean scrubs?”

“I said I’m in scrubs” She sends him a quick, pointed glare.

Apparently showing up to rounds first still wont win you brownie points from Stephan Barnes. The interns are buzzing with excitement, it’s finally time to change rotations and Amelia is ready for the change. She is tired of Cardiology and its horrid residents. All of the residents were too focused on making her life hell rather than teaching her anything useful. Nowdays she just swerves anyone from cardio.

“Callahan, Cox and Watson you’re in the Emergency Department.” Dr.Barnes nods at them over his clipboard.

“You'v-” Emily begins to argue, but is quickly cut off.

“No whining unless you want a months worth of doing nothing but notes and discharges” Dr.Barnes sighs. “Sanders, you’re in Pediatrics.”

Amelia wants to do nothing but scream and rant about the rotations. She has worked her ass off trying to get the service she wanted, but Molly Sanders gets Pediatrics instead? Unfair and biased. While Amelia sleeps, eats, and breathes the hospital, Molly probably sucked off the attending to get her preferred service. It makes her want to rip her own hair out, if sucking a forty year olds dick is what it takes to get favoritism, shes tempted. Instead, she just huffs towards Emily and Benjamin and tries to remember that at least she has class and sophistication. Sophistication with day old scrubs and messy hair, but it still counts.

“What are you waiting for? Find your residents!” Dr. Barnes shoos the interns away.

Amelia and Emily are unhappy about the Emergency Room service, but Benjamin is absolutely ecstatic, he LOVES emergency medicine. So, while hes practically jumping out of his scrubs in excitement, the two girls take the long way to the nurses station. By the time they reach their destination, the resident is waiting patiently. She decides that he looks kind enough, maybe they’ll get off easy with him and after shes done she can nap. One could only have such high hopes.

“I get THREE of you!? What a good surprise!” The resident grins. “I’m Dr. Ryan Thompson”

“Emily Watson, Amelia Callahan, and Ben Cox.” Emily gestures to all of them.

“Nice to meet you! So, listen, usually I’d start you on papers and scut work…But we’re really backed up, so I’ve sorted some easy cases for you. Page me if needed” Dr. Thompson hands them the folders before rushing away.

“Fucking jackpot” Emily grins at her two best friends. “First ER day and we get our own cases!?”

“We’ve been blessed” Benjamin laughs loudly and agrees.

Amelias first case was an old woman with COPD, it was a simple in and out after listening to her wheezy, rattling lungs. All she needed was some albuterol and a heavy dose of steroids and then the nurses discharged her. The second case was just as routine, a child with strep. So she orders the screaming child some antibotic syrup and cough syrup then sent them on their way. So far, she was bored out of her mind. That is until Thompson drops by the nurses stations and plops another folder on her stack. She glances over the admission and nurses notes and it immediately peaks her interest. A twenty two year old with what appears to be a Traumatic Brain Injury with a persistent headache. It’s her own jackpot, something that isn’t dull and usual.

When Amelia rounds the corner to room 20a, she hears nothing but shouting and crashing from within the room. She knocks on the door once and with no response, she cracks the door open to find four boys shouting at each other. On the floor lays one of the side tables and one of the boys. The first one to notice her standing there is a tall, tan boy who just watches her with wide eyes and an “oh, shit” expression. When the other boys notice, the boy on the ground just starts laughing a high pitched giggle and turns back towards the tan boy.

“God damn it, Calum. I told you the nurses would notice” The boy huffs in between giggles.

“Sorry about the mess, I’ll clean it up!” The boy, now named Calum says quickly.

“I don’t care about the mess” Amelia sighs narrowing her eyes at the giggly boy. “But I’m not a nurse”

The boy turns slightly, face twisting in surprise as he glances at her tag. “Oh, man. I’m sorry”

“It’s cool, I get it a lot.” Amelia just shrugs. “Dr. Amelia Callahan.”

“Ashton” The boy greets. “Also, Calum, Michael, and sick boy Luke”

“Nice to know he brought support…Very loud support.” She just shakes her head. “So, Luke update me on what happened.”

“We were playing soccor and Calum accidently kicked me in the head when I tripped..Which caused me to hit my head off the pavement.”

Amelia focuses on the boy sitting crosslegged on the hospital bed, his honey brown curls falling into his face and his face blushed a soft pink as he explains the accident. His blue eyes dart from her and then to Calum, she can see that he’s nervous. She can also see the dark blue and purple mark forming across his pale forehead.

“Can I ask you a few things while I check you out?” Amelia questions.

“Uh, yeah.” Luke shrugs.

“When did this happen?” She asks while she flashes her penlight into both of his eyes. She finds one pupil is dilated while the other is not.

“About two hours ago, I’ve had a headache since” Luke squints at the bright light.

“Any other symptoms?” She observes the contusion up close, purple and blue spreading around the sight of impact. “Confusion, dizziness, nausea?”

“I’m nauseous and dizzy, but I thought that was from the headache” Luke mumbles quietly realizing it wasn't the headache at all.

“So, I believe you have a grade two concussion, which earns you some nice CT scans and a couple hours chilling here with me.” Amelia smiles at the blonde boy. “You have a contusion and anisocoria, which is the main indicator of a concussion. I’ll get you some pain meds and something for the nausea. You’ll feel brand new!”

When Amelia exits the room to go make the notes and place Luke’s orders, she isn’t expecting Benjamin waiting for her by the door. The babyfaced, brunette boy is trying to peak through the door when she notices HER charts tucked in his hands. She can feel her face blushing with anger at the sight, but he just grins at her innocently.

“What do ya need, Ben?” Amelia questions. She tries to steady her tone and not lose her temper.

“Trade me cases.” Benjamin says bluntly. His smile is devilish and mischievous.

“Uh” She shakes her head. “No”

“Why not?”

“It’s my case, Ben. You have your own” She snatches the folder back away from him.

“But it’s Luke Hemmings” Benjamin whines loudly.

“And? Stop reading my chart.” She glares at him.

"I didn't read the chart" He bats his eyelashes in an attempt to distract her.

"Then you wouldn't know his name!"

“He’s in a band, Amyyyy” Benjamin pouts at her “I wanna meet him”

“Don’t exploit my patients, Ben. I’ll report your ass”

“No you won’t” He challenges.

“Stay out of my charts and leave Luke alone” Amelia ushers him away from the room. “I’ll kick your ass myself”

To say shes confused is an understatement. Benjamin, one of her dearest friends is fangirling over a patient. A patient that is supposedly in a band and she has no clue what band it is, has she heard of them? Will other people find out? Will she actually have to kick Bens ass to keep his fangirl ways at bay? So many questions and potential issues pop up within a matter of ten minutes. Apparently Amelia has a lot to catch up on while Luke is getting his scans done.

Tags: I'm just gonna tag @beysenpai cause I told them about this idea first ages ago.