#alr bye i’m going to bed

[ghoatinaytherealone]

An art post??? For the first time in about 5 months????? Yeah me neither

i suddenly got into a neurodivergent art frenzy for some reason at 11 pm and proceeded to projectile vomit this out of the blue (i never drew a lamb before so i don’t even think this looks remotely correct oh well)

it 12 am now. i am very tired. :)

also i just realized that the same character i made like 4 or 5 years ago and i didn’t even bother to give them a name lmao what 💀💀

i have more characters i wanna remake and i also want to post a more detailed version of this character as this is just a concept (and to hopefully give them a name lmao)

i have no shame so here’s the original from 2017/18:

[lucvly]

— boyfriend headcannons with matt. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: the usual !! sfw and nsfw parts. not proofread my bad.

a/n: i love reqs helppp 😣 working on another one which actually involves writing as we Speak !! i had to reupload this because i forgot tags SORRY anon 💔

— this man is obsessed with you. literally doesn’t even find any other women attractive. he has the biggest heart eyes for you it’s insane.

— adores hyping you up on instagram. he’s the type to reply “alr i saw it you can take it down now !!” when you post a story. your posts are filled with comments from him.

— he’s an absolute sucker for grand gestures. asked you to be his girlfriend by decorating your room with balloons !! goes all out on your anniversary (buys you a dress, gets you new jewelry, etc.)

— loves to color coordinate with you. whenever you two are going out or just seeing each other he calls you to match outfits. he thinks it’s the cutest (+ chris and nick tease him sooo bad for it)

— always gets you your go-to drinks. you’ll mention an iced latte once and he’s getting one for you every single day !! he’s so cute bye

— secretly loves it when you take pictures of him like a soccer mom LMAOO. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. you love taking pictures of him doing literally anything: driving, doing laundry, etc.

— loves sleeping on call with you. he absolutely adores hearing you rant about your day. + sleeping on call together him while he’s on tour and misses you so badly !! half of the call is just him complaining about how much he wishes he could see your face and kiss you.

— he may whine about how you’re stealing all his clothes and hoodies but secretly loves watching you in them.

— him driving is sooo attractive. he’s such a gentleman ughhh. this man will get out of the car and open the door for you, leans over and buckles your seatbelt, + always has his hand on your thigh.

— always kissing you. forehead kisses, neck kisses, cheek kisses, etc.

— soo good at comforting and reassuring you. he’s such a sweetheart it’s sickening !!!

— your personal driver. it’s 3 am and you wanna go out? call him and he’ll be there in 5. you’re drunk at a party and need a ride? your boyfriend’s there.

— replies to your texts at lightning speed it’s sooo embarrassing but cute !!

— updates you on everything that happens throughout his day.

— nsfw below!

— anytime you kiss him it ends up in a heated ass make out session. your hands softly pulling on his hair, his hands gripping your waist as you ever so slightly grind on his hardening cock !! lollll !!

— he leans more towards the gentler side in bed. cute pet names, makes it All about you and your pleasure– (though he loves it when you give him head).

— howeverrrr, he can definitely get mean during sex. i’m talking manhandling, shoving your face into the pillow, dirty talk. (“too big— i can’t–,” “i don’t care, you can take it. i’ll make it fit.”)

— loves it when you overstimulate him. it’s his favorite thing ever. have fun watching him squirm, hearing him moan and whimper your name.

— begs you to sit on his lap. he adores it. stroking your hair, kissing your neck, his hands on your waist as he tries his hardest to not grind his hips up or simply just fuck you senseless.

— he’s vocal. whimpering out loud, begging, groaning, grunting. all of it.

— extremely good at aftercare. he’ll immediately clean you up, get a bottle of water for you, cuddle, talk, anything you want and he’s completely at your service.

— he’s such a secret pervert !!! cannot see you in a skirt because he’s already hard. showing a bit of cleavage? hard. sees you in a bathing suit? it is over for him. he needs you.

— cockwarming him while he’s gaming <333. he’s all for it. one time you two made a bet that consisted on making the other crack first. spoiler alert: you ended up with your moans being muffled by a pillow because you just couldn’t let him finish his game, could you?

[ilwonuu]

Really enjoyed your recent Jaehyun fic! Can I please request shower sex with Jaehyun + maybe a few more rounds after?

anon..i love this idea. i know im gonna have so much fun writing this. thank you for your request!!! <3

₊˚ෆ let me have you ₊˚ෆ

↬ jeong jaehyun

𓍯 pairing- nonidolbf!jaehyun x fem reader, established relationship, sweetdom!jaehyun x sub reader

𓍯 warnings- shower sex, unprotected sex(u alr know), multiple rounds, riding, lazy sex, dirty talk( jaehyun skhskwhsbsbwvam), multiple creampies, pet names (reader is called baby), needy reader & jaehyun, kissing, they are too horny bye, lmk what else

𓍯 a/n- im so sorry this is literally so late… I HOPE YOH LIKE (i was feral when i wrote this so im sorry if it is crazy idek.. lmk what u think)

you and jaehyun have been running around all day non stop. finishing errands you needed to get done. finally getting home around 7pm. both of you exhausted wanting to get into bed quickly.

of course jaehyun suggested you two shower together. so that’s exactly what you were doing. his hands were quick to start roaming your body.

“you look so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as his hand rubs against your thigh. “jaehyun please.” a smirk against his lips as he kisses against your neck.

“tell me what you want baby.” his hand parting your legs as you grips your hip with his other hand. “touch me. i need you.”

his kisses against your neck are now sloppy as you feel his thumb against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you.

“oh- jaehyun please more.” his smirk hasn’t left his lips. “you feeling greedy baby? want my dick already?” his fingers speeding up as he watches your eyes fall shut at the feeling.

“don’t you want to cum baby?” he teases as he slows his fingers. “i w-want to cum with you- fuck please.” he smiles pulling you into a kiss.

pulling his fingers out of you but not stopping his thumb against your clit. his other hand grabbing his dick. stopping his thumb to wrap your leg around his waist.

“look at me.” he says grabbing your face to keep eye contact with him. his dick slowly pushing inside of you.

“yeah- fuck baby. you’re so good for me.” your moans and whimpers already flowing out of you as he starts to rock his hips into you. the warm water against your bodies making your mind hazy.

his mouth is sucking your neck. he leaves nips against your shoulder, receiving a loud moan from you. the pace of his hips making you squirm. he grabs ahold of your hair making you kiss him.

your hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “yeah baby you like that? you’re so fucking wet.” he says with a small laugh, disbelief as he watches your eyes start to roll back. “my pretty girl gonna cum?” his voice almost making you cum.

“jaehyun p-please.” he grabs your neck with his free hand, gently pulling you into a kiss. “want my cum baby? tell me.” his tone shifting as you look at his eyes.

his dark eyes piercing you with lust as he grabs you hip to rock with his thrusts. “please cum in m-me oh fuck. i’m coming!” his mouth against your nipple sending you over the edge as you clench around him.

“yeah- fuck you take it so well baby.” you coming undone all over his dick. his hips stuttering shortly after. he comes so deep inside you, painting your walls as his hips sloppily milk his cum in you.

“you’re gonna be the death of me fuck y/n.” his hips slowing down as he pulls you into another kiss. “want to ride you so bad jae-“ he’s pulling his dick out of you slowly with a smile.

“anything you want baby.” he smiles as you two finally finishing washing your bodies. not like its gonna matter that you showered. he’s guiding you out the shower as he dries the two of you off. “come here baby.”

he says as he sits back against your headboard. you climbing onto his lap as quick as you could. “such a needy girl. come on baby you gonna let me have you? want you to be mine only. show me.”

his dirty talk going straight to your pussy as you line up his dick with your entrance. his hands immediately going to your hips as you kiss him softly. you rubbing against him painfully slow for the both of you.

“fuck baby don’t t-tease fuuck.” you stopping his thoughts as you lower yourself onto him. “feel so good jaehyun.” your eyes rolling back as you start to move your hips, jaehyun’s hands on your hips guiding you.

“just like that- fuck baby you’re so perfect for me.” both of your moans filling the room. “jaehyun- so deep- i can’t!” he shakes his head.

“take it baby shit- you gonna cum pretty?” one of his hands neglecting your hip to fondle your breast.

“want you to cum for me. make a pretty mess. can you do that for me?” his hips now fucking up to meet your movements.

“fuck you don’t know how hard it was for me not to fuck you in the car. you would’ve liked that huh? the possibility of someone seeing me fuck you so good. s-shit.”

you’re clenching around him as your hips stop their movements. his hips now fucking up into you as he hits the spot you need. you moaning out almost coming then.

“right there baby? you look so fucking pretty.” his words making you cum instantly. “f-fuck you’re so tight.” he lets out a deep groan as his load fills you. you fall against his chest as you try to catch your breath.

“you okay baby? you think i can get another round out of you?” you nod mindlessly as he lifts you off of his lap.

“you’re doing the work, my legs are burning.” he just laughs as he positions himself the lay behind you. he opens your legs, you feel his dick rub your slit teasingly.

“jaehyun- don’t tease please.” he leaves a few kisses against your neck. “you’re so impatient baby.” he laughs as he pushes his dick inside you. the third time you’re feeling this stretch. you’re not complaining though.

“fuck me jaehyun oh-“ his hips rolling into you slowly as he releases low grunts and groans into your ear. “you are fucking m-made for me baby.” his words making your arousal practically flow out of you.

“you’re so wet- im sliding right in baby.” you are so far gone now. his dick hitting the perfect spot over and over. his dirty talk and moans are intoxicating. you are so far gone you didn’t even get to warn as you came all over his dick.

“fuck- im coming. so fucking messy baby.” his dick twitches inside you as load fills you again. you moaning at the feeling of him fucking you through your highs.

“take it all- fuck you’re so perfect baby.” he pulls your face back slightly to kiss your lips. pulling out of you slowly him getting up to grab a rag to clean you. him coming back with the rag. cleaning you softly as he plants kisses around your body.

“you’re so pretty.” you blush smiling at him. he smiles pulling you into another kiss before finishing cleaning you up. climbing next to you to pull you into his arms.

[midnightmayhem13]

can you do headcanons for nebula with a strap?? i’m obsessed with your hcs for my fav gays

nsfw nebula, darcy, sharon (individual)

hehe finally ima have fun❕ minors dni and enjoy gays🩶 also i did darcy and sharon bc i'm a whore nd they don't have nsfw hcs😊

nebula

she obviously didn't know what it was at first

and honestly she's a bit weary at first

she hates men why would she try to be like that

but the first time you do it she's completely smitten

she'd go slow at first bc it's a new things but she'd immediately be obsessed

she goes fast and rough

she pushes you're tummy bulge

and she lets out loud grunts and a mix of degradation and praise

"you looks so fkn beautiful" "my filthy/slutty girl"

she'd think it's so hot if you turn into a mess and i mean like you're sentences are incoherent and you're hair is wild and voice is hoarse

shed definitely love a blowjob

like the fact of you getting on your knees for her makes her beyond horny

she'd also push you're head down so your nose is against her pelvis

since she's like techy she'd make it like an attachment so she could feel everything (squealing when i wrote that)

but she'd definitely be obsessed with you

and bend you over in any hidden area

darcy lewis

darcy is a bottom

i said it once ima say it again

she also loves that strap

just seeing it around your waist gets her wet beyond belief

her fav would be when you kinda js use her

like when you use one hand to grab her wrists and the other to make a makeshift pony tail out of her hair

she screams very loud

mommy mommy mommy

she has a mommy kink

BIGGEST PRAISE KINK

she calls you mommy and melts at your words

she also says stuff like

'tell me you love me mommy' 'do i look pretty' 'am i doing a good job'

uhmmmm

but when she's top she's lowk rough

she loves when you listen to her and when her big bad gf gets all submissive for her

she likes getting spanked bye

sharon carter

i'll be ass up anytime for ms carter

but she would definitely love to hit it from the back

shes definitely daddy

shes also really rough in bed

and loves hair pulling, spanking and bondage

like she loves marking you too

tying you up and listen to your whimpers while she leaves love bites all over you're body

she teases you a lot too

overstimulation.

she leave a vibrater tied to you for as long as you can handle

only to push you over your limits

and she'll punish you for sure

if you've been misbehaving she'll make you cock warm her while she's on a meeting

but seeing you desperate makes her heart warm

not in like a sadist way

and while she is one

but when you whimper and silently beg for her to make you feel good her heart explodes with love

she'll want to hold you and make you feel good forever

sharons also a horny fck for you

shell rub your ass on her and make you grind into her

shes obsessed with you

a/n uhm anyways... idk who that was i should stick to fluff but ugh ik i alr did nsfw hcs but nebs darcy and sharon just do things to me❕

bye guys be whores and love you stay safe❕🩶

[abbyslev]

𝒀𝑼𝑼𝑱𝑰 𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

A/N: hello my angels! recovery has not been well unfortunately. i feel like shit and i’m so dizzy and hungry but everything hurts so i can’t eat properly. i wish i could write more than i have but i’m constantly asleep or woozy off the meds. i’m so sorry, i wanted to get request done but i have 0 energy. i hope to get better soon so i can get back to writing for you guys! here’s something that’s been sitting in the drafts for a while. sorry again :(

A/N: i hate to have to ~clarify~ this but this is completely platonic!! i just yuuji sm i wish he was real😔💔

HEAVY CUDDLER 

awh when he gets a good grade on his test he will always thank you for supporting him :( 

always carries stuff in his pockets for you?? 

chapstick? he’s got it! pad? he’s got it! tissue? no worries! lash glue? give him a second! hair tie? turn around so he can braid your hair!

and you do the same for him, since he always forgets about himself :( 

he’s allllwayssss playing with your hair it’s so adorable 

when you guys make plans he likes to sit on your bed and watch you get ready 

camera roll is FILLED with selfies he took of himself 

when you’re in public and run into some old friends he will grab the hem of your shirt and just smile 

sukuna likes to tear you down so yuuji does try his best to keep sukuna away from you :( 

BEST HYPE MAN EVER omg like you’ll post on your socials and in a second he has alr liked, reposted, commented, EVERYTHING!!

comes to you for any advice he needs 

was so happy when you met megumi and nobara and genuinely got along with them 

you guys take turns cooking dinners! 

he sleeps over at your dorm a lot 

it’ll be 3 am and you hear a knock on your door

yuuji’s there with his messy hair and shy smile 

“Fine. But you have to make my bed.” 

you can’t even tell me he doesn’t make the best dinners 

you guys take turns on making dinners 

movie night on friday’s! 

you guys do missions together 

gojo thinks you two work amazing together 

random staring contest out of nowhere 

you guys text 24/7 

“hey, look at this!” “one second, i’m texting yuuji.” 

he LOVES giving you piggy back rides cause he’s a beast like that 

he goes “huh?” AT EVERYTHING YOU SAY 

shared earbuds everywhere!

walks? you have one and he has one. one the way home on a bus? shared! after workouts and you guys are cooling down? shared again! 

ooo late night walks 

he always falls asleep on your shoulder on the bus :( 

shyly asks you for advice on girls 

“just be yourself and she’s gonna love you!” “but idk how to flirt :(“

texts you “are you asleep” but it doesn’t matter either way because he’s gonna spam you 

send you random pictures throughout the day 

your homescreen is yuuji and you posing in front of a giant tourist attraction 

you two are inseparable 

whenever you go out and make conversation with the pretty cashier, yuujis like “ooo she was so cute! did you get her number?” 

biggest supporter for everything, does not matter what you choose he’s right behind you! 

doesn’t want you involved in really dangerous missions, just the ones you can handle

he doesn’t  want you to worry about him either :(

you constantly have to reach up and fix his hair cause he’s silly like that 

BYE the biggest gentlemen ever

door? open for you. shoe untied? he’s on it. car door? open for you! only one seat in the train? it’s for you, he’ll stand! 

takes the WORST pictures of you and claims they’re masterpieces 

the best friend everyone needs :( yuuji supremacy!!!

[gonegirlaccount]

Hello could you do a Billy Showalter x M!Reader? Such as Billy biking pass M!reader on his daily route to deliver newspaper, etc!! Idc for specifics, as long as it’s Billy Showalter x M!Reader :3

Alr! And sorry for not being that active, I got school and stuff 😭

Newspaper (Billy Showalter X M!reader)

✎ᝰ.📓.♡ ̆̈✧˖°🗒✎ᝰ.📓.♡ ̆̈✧˖°🗒✎ᝰ📓.♡

It was thanksgiving break, which meant no school after Monday and Tuesday. You yawned as you got out of bed and went to the kitchen. It was Wednesday which meant you didn’t have school so you were probably going to stay in bed and watch tv or hang out with friends.

As you were pouring the milk into the bowl of lucky charms, your dad came right next to you, pouring orange juice into his mug. “Hey, (N/N), can you go outside and get the newspaper for me? I heard something happen and wanna see if it’s true.” Your dad asked for you to do.

You nodded. You quickly ate all your cereal. You put your bowl in the sink then went to your front door. As soon as you opened it, you were hit in the face with a newspaper. You winced and stumbled forward a bit, your lousy door closing behind you.

“oh! I didn’t think somebody would open the door, I-I’m sorry!” You recognized that voice. It was Billy Showalter. You went to school with him, he was your hallway-crush. “I-it’s alright Billy. It was an accident.” You smiled at him but your face was slightly bruising.

The brunet got worried immediately and parked his bike, walking up to you, his dog following. “Oh shit- I’m really sorry! I didn’t know, really!” Billy said, looking apologetic.

“It’s fine Billy! Really!” You put your hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “Uhm..Can I make it up to you? Ride on my bike with me.” He says. “Alright. Just let me bring this newspaper inside to my dad and change.”

✎ᝰ.📓.♡ ̆̈✧˖°🗒✎ᝰ.📓.♡ ̆̈✧˖°🗒✎ᝰ📓.♡

You were currently on the back of Billy’s bike, holding onto Billy and his dog following along with him. He blushed slightly as you held him but you didn’t know that. He hoped nobody says anything about the two of you together since you were both boys.

You had an ice pack on your face that Billy got when he stopped at his house.

“Uh..(Y/N)?” The brunet says. “Yeah?” “Uhm are you doing anything while on break?” Billy asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Nothing really. Just planned on napping and watching Movies with my dad. Why do you ask?” You tell him as he throws another Newspaper to a blue house.

“oh, I asked caused I wanted you to hang out with me. At my house if that’s, uhm, if that’s alright with you and your dad.” He answers, throwing another newspaper and checking to see if his dog is still there.

“oh, yeah it’s cool. He won’t mind. When are you gonna come pick me up? Or am I walking?” You ask. “I’ll come pick you up. At like..3:00?” He says.

“Alright.” You agree. Billy makes a few more stops before going to your house. You let go of him and hop off the bike. “Bye Billy. See you soon.” You smiled at him then waved. He waved back then rode off.

You wondered what you both were going to do.

✎ᝰ.📓.♡ ̆̈✧˖°🗒✎ᝰ.📓.♡ ̆̈✧˖°🗒✎ᝰ📓.♡

It was finally three o’clock when you heard your doorbell ring. “I thinks it’s Billy, Dad. See ya later. Love you.” You say as you slip on your sneakers and zip up your hoodie. “Love you too, kid. Don’t be home too late.” He warns with a smile.

“I won’t.” You smile and open the door, and there’s Billy. You then close the door behind you. “Alright, let’s go!” You say and walk to his bike, Billy following.

“I have something to uh..give you, (Y/N).” He mumbled but you hear him. “Oh. That’s sweet of you. What is it?” You ask curiously. Billy then pulls out three flowers made out of newspaper. You blushed. “I made them for you. B-but if you don’t want to or think it’s weird I’m giving you this it’s fine.” He says, pulling the hand with the flowers in them away.

But you grab his wrist gently, causing Billy to look at you. “No, no! I don’t think you’re weird Billy. This was awfully cute for you to do for me! What’s best is that these flowers won’t die. So I can keep them forever.” You smile at him and he smiles too, the both of you blushing. “So, Ready to go?” He says when you’re both finally on the bike. “Yup!” You laugh softly and hold onto him, enjoying the slight breeze as he starts pedaling away to his house.

[bangcockbuggin]

SECRETS||Peter Parker x y/n

Play the song above for a better experience

Warnings: fluff, cuteness overload, awkwardness

Word count: idk

small background: Your sisters with Morgan and Peter is your best friend. You and peter are babysitting Morgan while Tony and Pepper are at a meeting and dinner.

“Y/n! Come downstairs please”

“Coming!!” you yell from your bedroom and walk down the flight of stairs

“Look i know your supposed to go shopping tonight but me and Pepper have an emergency meeting and dinner tonight so i need you to watch Morgan”

“Dad! I already have plans!!” you said annoyed

“I’m sorry but i can’t get a sitter, but you can invite peter over and order pizza!”

“Fine. you owe me” you say running back upstairs

You decide you want to invite peter, so you text him

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y/n: Hey i have to babysit Morgan tonight, wanna come over and help?

Bugboy: I though you were going shopping with mj?

y/n: my dads making me babysit 🙄

Bugboy: haha, i’ll be over in 10

y/n: alr see ya!

—————————————————————————-

You walk back downstairs to see Pepper and your dad leaving to go to the meeting

“Bye y/n no funny business tonight okay? Jarvis is still here you know” your dad says kissing morgan on the head

“Yeah yeah i know”

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Ding Dong

“Hey bug boy” you say opening the door

“I told you not to call me that” he says smacking you on the arm playfully.

“Pete!!!!!!” Morgan runs up to peter and jumps up and gives him a hug

“heyy! my favorite stark” he says staring at you, you give him a dirty look and laugh

“Morgan what movie do you want to watch tonight?”

“hmmm, a mermaid movie” she says running into the living room

“Good choice!” peter says following her into the living room

you grab a few snacks and join them on the couch.

Halfway into the movie morgan falls asleep

“i have to take her to bed” you groan getting up from the couch

“Let me take her, you pick a new movie” he says scooping her in a blanket

“alright” you say grabbing the remote and clicking through Netflix

peter brings Morgan upstairs and brings her into her bed. She wakes up barely

“Oh i’m sorry Morgan I didn’t mean to wake you up” peter says covering her in blankets

“Peter, i have a secret to tell you, and you can’t tell

y/n. Okay?” she whispered

“okay, my lips are sealed” he says making a zipper motion

“y/n….has a crush on you…” she says

peter is very shocked

“Morgan i won’t tell her okay, but i don’t think she does” he says shaking his head

“She does, she tells me everything. She loves it when you guys train together, she told me” she says almost falling asleep

“Goodnight morgan” he says shutting her light off and closing the door.

Peters thoughts:

Is morgan telling the truth?

does y/n like me back??

do i tell her???

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Peter walks downstairs and sits on the couch with y/n

“y/n i have a question” he says becoming nervous

“what’s up?”

“do you…like me?” he asks rubbing the back of his neck

y/n looks like she’s just seen a ghost

“…..”

“do you?”

“ugg yes. But i was to scared yo- i like you too”

what?

“You like me back??” she asked shocked

“yeah, i’ve always been scared to tell you so i just kept it a secret, even your dad knows. He knew from the day i met you i liked you.”

Peter comes closer to you and hugs you. You release from the hug and look into his eyes.

You meet his lips and kiss him. After a sec you guys release and look at eachother again, peter leans in to kiss you again but you stop him

“what? did i do something?” he asked scared

“no, it’s just Jarvis is watching us sooooo my dad will probably find out. Thought i’d stop us before things- I get it” he finishes

“I really do like you though” you add before snuggling up to him on the couch

you guys end up falling asleep watching

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

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This is my first post so idk what this is but give me your input of what i should add or get rid of

[noyasboxdye]

Character: Kenma K. Header creds: @leekn6w​ Song: I’m loving your vibe by Xavier Goodman !!WARNINGS!!: College/University AU, Smoking/Drug Usage, Male! Reader Title: Cute Party boy

You had been sitting in the corner of someone's house deciding to finally give up on finding your friends knowing that they had probably already found some random guy to hook up with. Looking around and watching the drunk young adults grind, sing, dance, scream and drink the night away you finally had enough of sitting there, you stood up from your seat walking into the kitchen and looking at the several different arrangements of drinks noticing they had fireball, whiskey, tequila, gin, brandy, and several other things in one section then having the beer in another.

Not wanting anything to hard and hating beer you went for the fruit punch pouring your cup 3/4 of the way and walking up the stairs making the decision not to open any closed doors knowing that one or several of your friends could be in that room doing things you didn't want to vision your friends doing right now. Noticing a slightly open door, seeing smoke continuously flowing out of the room as people go in and out some alone some with friends or partners.

Finally concluding that you didn't have anything to do and you were tired of being so sober you walked into the room the aroma of weed and what you think is vanilla and strawberry flavored juul pods. Sitting down on the couch near a window, trying to stay your farthest from the two men you were on the couch next to.

Pulling out your pod and taking a longer hit then you would usually and exhaling taking note to the pudding head and black haired male next to him who had been taking glances and staring on and off for about 20 minutes now. Taking your phone out trying to figure out why your phone had been vibrating in your back pocket continuously for a few minutes now. Rolling your eye seeing that your mother had been calling you and texting you nonstop making sure you were studying for your tests that weren't happening till like 3 months.

Texting your mother and telling her that you've been studying all week and its 10pm on a Saturday and you had been cramming for the past week and a half with barely any breaks. Turning your phone off whilst rolling your eyes. Noticing that the two boys across from you were still continuing to stare at you, you stared back at the two hoping that it would make them stop.

Them finally stopping you go on your phone texting your friends once more as an attempt to check on them even though you knew that at least two of them were together. "Hey..." the bed head said. "Uhm- hi." you said not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. "I know we've been staring at you for a while now and sorry for that, but my friend said your beautiful/handsome and he would love it if you gave him his number." he said with a slight smirk on his face. "Well I mean sure but only if he comes over and asks himself." you say looking at the bi haired colored boy.

"Okay- wait sorry hold on." hurriedly getting up from the old beaten up couch with a smile on his face walking back over the his friend and whispering in his ear while pointing at you, the shorter boy blushes with a smile on his face getting up from his chair and awkwardly shuffling over to you. Sitting next to you and smiling the blush on his cheeks becoming more prominent.

"Hey... sorry about my friend. I told him to leave you alone, but he didn't listen." he said rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine... so what's your name." you said as you took a hit from your juul "My names Kenma. What's yours?" he said finally starting to seem a little bit comfortable with you. "(M/N)" you said holding your hand out to shake his hand a warm smile coming across your face as you feel his skin contact yours.

"Your pretty to by the way." you say moving your phone out of your back pocket not liking the feeling of your mother blowing up your phone against your butt cheek. "What-?" Kenma said look up at you with wide eyes. "Your friend told me you thought I was pretty/handsome, so I said your pretty." You said smiling. "Oh ah- thanks." he said with a slight chuckle tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear frowning slightly.

"You going to ask for my number or do I have to." you said smirking slightly in a more teasing/sensual tone, the smirk becoming wider and more prominent when that heavy blush that dusted his cheeks earlier dusted them once again. "You look like a strawberry again Kenma." you state teasing him once again and making his blush deeper. "So- uhm can I have your number... then." he says pointing at the phone on your thigh.

"Yeah sure give me your phone right quick" he says giggling a bit at how shy he was. "Yeah sure- here..." he says practically glowing and shaking a little from excitement. "Uh I called my number so your number should be in my phone now, and my contact name is my name. I didn't know what you wanted it as, so I put it as that." you said handing him his phone back and half way making sure he noticed. "Okay thanks I'll call you tonight to make sure you get home- if that's okay with you."

"Yeah it's fine with me. And I'll do the same if I leave before you." you said your voice lowering slightly as you start to become calmer and more comfortable around him. "Okay cool. You want a drink-" he says not knowing what to do now his mind creating an awkward atmosphere that wasn't even there. "Yeah sure. They didn't have anything good though which is why I got juice before." you said warning him that nothing good would be in the downstairs kitchen.

"Yeah I got mostly juice too. My friend wanted me to get a little tipsy so he wasn't drunk alone." he said you both walking down stairs as Kenma texts Kuroo letting him know where he was going so he would leave without him, it happened once and he'll never allow it to happen ever again. "Kool-Aid or Hawaiian punch?" you said as you chose something from the fridge. "Kool-Aid... duh." Kenma said laughing a bit.

"Which flavor?" you say. "Purple and red." answered checking his phone. "You like purple! I love purple too everyone I meet hates purple." you say a childlike grin on your face. (Yes, ur getting excited over Kool-Aid. The purple flavor deserves more hype!!) "Kenma!" the boy from earlier said hurriedly walking over to you both. "Yes kuroo." he said drinking out of his cup, you laughing a bit noticing he drinks like a 1st grader after they just got done playing outside.

"It's almost 3 we got to go. You have class at like 8 and my class is an hour before yours so let's go." Kuroo said ready to drag him away. "Well I have to go I have a pretty early class tomorrow, but I'll be sure to call you." he said making sure he had everything he originally came with in his pockets. "Yeah sure bye Kenma and..." pausing waiting for Kuroo to tell you his name again. "Oh! Kuroo my names Kuroo."

"And Kuroo. We'll talk later 'mkay?" you said smiling at Kuroo then going to look back at Kenma. "Yeah sure I'll probably text you first by the way." he said him and Kuroo grabbing each other's hands and saying bye. Checking the time, the realization finally settling in that your friends were still missing, and it was almost 3 in the morning.

'Jesus fucking christ where the hell are these fuckers' you think to yourself storming back up the steps your patients being thin to none. 'On my mommy if these hoes fucking somebody I'm leaving' putting your ear up to at least 4 different doors before you finally found them, seeing one friend passed out in the bathroom and the others scattered around the room.

"My god what did you guys get yourselves into" you said finally feeling the exhaustion that you were suppressing throughout the past two weeks. "Ty's sick and vomiting it's guts out in the bathroom, Isaiah's knocked he's been like that for about an hour now, and Alex was crying but ink's now under the desk over there... and I didn't drink a lot so I'm fine." your friend said you trying to find Alex.

"Ok well its... 5 minutes away from being 4 am.", "Okay..."

**Timeskip**

After taking everyone home and making sure they got in bed safely you and your friend Malik both shared an uber back to both of your houses. Finally reaching the comfort of your room you go to your connected bathroom and start getting ready for the night. Taking a shower, doing your skin care, getting a snack while putting on your show starting to finally calm down.

Finally finishing your food getting up to brush your teeth and going back to your room pressing play to your show again. Turing on your night light and finally laying down. Jumping slightly when you hear you phone go off completely forgetting about it. Turning over to your nightstand to get your phone. Confused when an unknown number shows up on your phone.

In your messages

Unknown: Hey this (M/N) right?

You: Who's this .-.

Unknown: It's Kenma we met at the party... remember?

You: Oh yeah, it's (M/N)

You: Hey Kenma

Cute party boy: Hey (M/N)

Cute party boy: hru?

You: I'm doing good hbu?

Cute party boy: I'm doing good :)

Cute party boy: srry for texting u so late btw I just wanted to do it now, so I didn't forget lol.

You: No worries you're fine :)

Cute party boy: Alr good.

Cute party boy: did you make it home ok or are you still at the party?

You: no I ended up finding my friends after you left so I'm home now.

You: hbu?

Cute party boy: yeah I made it home fine lol

Cute party boy: Did you want to hang out again?

You: yh sure when

Cute party boy: are you busy on Sundays?

You: no Sundays are usually free for me

Cute party boy: you wanna hang out tomorrow

You: yh tht works lol

Cute party boy: mk well i gtg im tired so goodnight :D

You: yh same goodnight sweet dreams and sleep well

Cute party boy: you too sweet dreams and sleep well

After saying your goodbyes to Kenma you put your phone back on the dresser watching a few episodes of your show, finally slipping off into peaceful sleep.

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Ben Hardy Smut Part 2

Summary: You basically fuck Ben what else do you want me to say

Pairing: Reader x Ben Hardy

Warnings: Sex, Condoms, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), slight edging, pet names, nudity

Note from moi: I’m not sure if there will be a part 3 yet so I’m just going to see if this gets a lot of likes/reblogs. Enjoy lovies!

‘Sounds good to me’ you said, as you unlocked the stall door, taking Ben’s hand softly and leading him outside the bathroom. You pushed open the door, letting go off his hand and attempting to fix your hair as you stepped into the main cafe area, putting on your sunglasses in hopes to hide your flushed cheeks. The pair of you had almost made it out unnoticed when Max (the bartender who had served you before) called out to you. Ben let out a small groan before briskly leaning down to whisper ‘I’ll be waiting’ in your ear, as your inner voice let out a scream.

‘Hey y/n, can u cm’ere for a sec?’ Max was basically your bestie at this point since you saw him everyday, and had hung out with him outside the cafe. So, you couldn’t just ignore him and go shag the hottest piece of ass you had ever spoken to just yet. You spun around to walk to the till where Max was standing, feeling Ben’s eyes glued to you as he waked over to the door and casually leaned against the door frame. ‘What’s up Max?’ you asked gingerly. ‘Was just wondering when you were planning on telling me. You were banging Ben fucking HARDY?!’ he asked excitedly. ‘Shhh keep your voice down. I’m not bannnging him Max, we are just gonna go hang at mine so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around telling everyone’ you replied in a hushed voice. Max gave a sarcastic nod before waving his hand about as if the idea that I wasn’t banging him was lunacy. ‘I’m not. Max I’m not. I’m not’ you repeated as each time his nods grew more sarcastic. ‘Bye girl tell me about it when you come in tomorrow’ he smirked, shooing you away. ‘Promise I’ll keep it quiet’. You mouthed a quick thank you and hurried back to the door where Ben was stood waiting, eyes looking hungrily at you. You made your way to your flat.

You had reached the door after a short walk and tiresome climb up the stairs, pulling out your keys and unlocking the door. You pushed it open and stood back, gesturing with your arm. ‘Ladies first’ you said cheekily, as Ben bowed and stepped in saying ‘thank you sir’. He stepped in, looking around at the beautifully decorated flat. He ran his hands over the polaroids and photos which hung on the walls of your fashion pieces and modelling sessions. ‘Wow’ you heard him breath to himself. ‘Did you take these’ he asked as he spun around to face you, only for his jaw to literally drop. His eyes widened in surprise, quickly turning into a look of desire and lust. You see, you were quite a bold person, and that mixed with how horny you were resulted in you stripping to your bra and panties while his back was turned.

‘Fuck. Me’ he said in disbelief as he ran his hands through his hair, biting his lip and trailing his eyes all over your body, already imagining the things he would do to you. ‘I would be happy to’ you purred, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He kissed you deeply as you pointed to the bedroom. He carried you with ease, not breaking the kiss for one second. He gently placed you on the bed, climbing on top and kissing you neck, trailing down to your breasts and then your tummy. You tugged at his shirt to signal for him to remove it, which he did immediately. You took a mental picture of his perfect abs for later. ‘Let me just get the condo...’ you began as you tried to get up only for Ben to pin your hands down by head, looking deep into your eyes. ‘Let me do something for you first, princess’ he smirked as he let go of your hands and wriggled down to your thighs. Him saying princess literally made you want to cum right there, feeling yourself grow wet between the legs and squeezing them tight together for some friction. ‘Let me do that for you’ he whispered, parting your legs with his hands and positioning his face at your panties. He tucked a finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them behind him. You giggled and were just about to say something snarky when you felt him lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. ‘Fuck Ben. Jesus Christ’ you moaned as he buried his head in your pussy licking and kissing your clit as you tangled you fingers in his soft hair. He got more passionate with it, as your moans grew louder and your head began to spin. ‘So...close’ you mumbled as you felt your finish near very quickly. But then almost as fast as your release approached, he pulled away and kissed your thighs, as you shuddered and yelped from the loss of contact.

‘BEN FUCK I WAS SO CLOSE’ you cried, trying to get your hand down there to finish the job. He grabbed your hand and crawled up to kiss you as you grumbled into his mouth. ‘Now where did you say those condoms were?’ he asked innocently, loving every minute of you being a desperate whiny mess. You pointed shakily at the bedside table as Ben crawled off you and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He gave it to you as he undid his belt and removed his trousers and boxers, revealing his already hard, very much big cock. You wanted to drawl at the sight, but wanted more to be filled, so you carefully opened the condom and rolled it onto his cock. He moaned at the slight touch you gave him which was literally the hottest sound you had ever heard.

He grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, kissing your back making your arch. ‘Put it in Ben stop teasing’ you groaned impatiently, desperately wanting him inside you. ‘Sorry what was that love?’ he teased, rubbing his cock on your dripping entrance. ‘I SAID, PUT IT IN ALRE...’ but before you could finish he had pushed it roughly, making you collapse onto your elbows, as adjusted to his size. ‘You feel amazing, y/n’ he moaned, gently fucking you at first. ‘Mhm’ is all you managed to get out as he began to speed up. You were already sensitive from before, so when he reached over and rubbed your clit as he pounded into you, it was enough to send you over the edge. ‘M’gonna c...cum B..Ben’ you spluttered as you felt him lean close to you to hit your g spot. ‘S’ok love, cum for me baby’ he said hoarsely into your ear, learning in so his chest was against your back. ‘FUCK FUCK HOLY FUCKING FUCK’ you screamed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your head spinning and pussy clenching. Just your moans was enough to soon send Ben tumbling over the edge, so you basically came together until he pulled out and collapsed beside you, pulling off and tying the condom, tossing it into the bin in your room. You rolled over so you were lying naked on his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you both lay there, panting.

‘That was just...wow’ you said breathlessly

‘You’re amazing y/n you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly’

‘I feel so honoured’

There was a pause

‘Do you want to go on a date with me’ Ben suddenly asked out if the silence.

‘I thought this was just a one time thing because I liked you not because of your fame’ you said sarcastically.

‘But there’s something about you y/n. You can’t tell me you don’t wanna do that again’

‘But I don’t date...’

‘Please, just try it. Just one date’

You pushed onto your elbows so you were looking into his beautiful eyes

‘Fine, just one date’

Tag list: @cjand10

[starryseung]

can i request minho enemies to lovers ?

lee minho + smut

word count: 3.6k words

warnings; oral (both), enemies to lovers, dry humping, slight overstimulation

Lockers

“Fuck you.”

“Oh really? Well fuck you too!” you snap back at the taller male, hands closed in a tight fist.

It was one of the hundred fights you had with your high school rival. Lee Minho. Of course, each school had a unique pair, the kind who are always at each other’s throats, jabbing at each other with vulgar comments, and none of the other students know why. People assumed you both had a past, a never ending fight, a relationship gone wrong.

But in the grand case of you and Minho, there was no such misunderstanding. There was nothing in between you two, ever, and you were always at war with each other for no damn reason. And none of your friends or school mates knew why you two had fumes rising when your eyes met.

The school year had just begun a few weeks ago, and when the lockers were assigned, yours was coincidentally right next to his. Thus every morning started with gossips and tea spills throughout the school now. Just like how it was going to be, today as well.

Someone had vandalized his locker, drawing penises and other unexplainable things, and he obviously held you accountable. You had gone for a trip out to the nearby town with your parents, so hadn’t even come to school for the past week. How could you do something without even being there! You cussed at each other for a couple minutes, throwing crumpled paper and unpredictable forehead flicks at each other. That was until you slightly pushed his shoulder, which was enough to send him off-board.

“Don’t take advantage of the fact that I don’t hit girls—“

“Girls and boys, leave for classes right now!”, your headmistress’s voice boomed throughout the corridor, and all the students that had slowly gathered around the scene started to scurry away to their classes.

“Not so fast, Mr. Lee. You and y/n, my office. Now.” She gestures towards the end of the hall just as the two of you are about to leave.

You and Minho walk towards her office, giving each other death glares occasionally. Just as you reach the general waiting area, she walks past you two as if you two were completely invisible, and heads to her cabin.

“You two can sit and wait! She’ll call you in a while,” the chirpy lady squeaks out, motioning you to sit down.

You take a seat, bouncing your knee up and down. Considering there was place for two only, Minho decides to stand, as he wanted to be as far away from you. You realize and get up from your position, huffing and pointing to the now empty seat.You despised him, but you had a heart.

He sighs, slowly walking over to the couch and sitting down. After a few seconds, he sighs again, feeling bad for making you stand up.

“You don’t have to act like you’re kind. You can sit.”

Wait. Did he think you felt pity on him?

“No, it’s okay. I don’t need your orders. I’ll sit when I want to.”

So much for being kind.

“Fine! Stand.”

A few minutes pass by, and you sense the pain rising from your calves. Your ego was taking the best of you, and you huff and walk over to the congested couch, plopping down next to Minho. He grins, crossing his hands mentally celebrating his victory over you.

You start bouncing your knee again, waiting for the lady inside the cabin in front of you to call you in so that you don’t waste the whole day out here. Minho notices your moving state, and he clicks his tongue, placing a stiff hand on your thigh to stop it from moving and slowly vibrating the entire couch.

“Stop it. It’s annoying.”

You gulp and sit back, relaxing your tense muscles. Acting was hard. You couldn’t pretend that his recent action didn’t affect you. You straighten your t-shirt, fumbling around with the hem.

Just as you think your head was going to explode with all the awkward silence, the secretary walks in, all bright and smiling.

“Come in, kids. She’s calling you in.”

You and Minho get up and you let the taller male walk ahead of you. He pushes the door handle downwards and the old door creaks open, revealing your headmistress sitting on her leather chair. She motions you two to walk in, pointing at the chairs in front of her.

“So, tell me. What was happening out there.”

Minho takes a breath before starting off, but you beat him to it.

“Mrs. Ahn, you know I was out with my parents for the past week. I wasn’t in contact with anyone from the school either! And Minho, here, has the audacity to blame me for drawing… stuff, on his locker! And when I was defending myself, he pushed me—”

“She might’ve come early in the morning and done this! I promise, Mrs. Ahn, this is 100% done by this woman here. You can check today's camera footage!”

And thus, you, Minho, Mrs. Ahn and Mr. Song from the IT department were stuffed into the cabin, with the old man working his way through some files to check out that morning’s footage.

“Here it is,” he announces, hitting play.

The video, after a few skips, does reveal a tall masked man, searching for something, preferably Minho’s locker number, and just pulled out a spray can before vandalizing the school property. Mrs. Ahn gasps softly, and Minho frowns, and you immediately cross your hands, cocking your eyebrow at Minho.

“See? That’s not me.”

“It’s your brother!”

“I don’t even have a brother!—”

“Silence! Thank you Mr. Song, you may leave now. And you two. Stop bickering like small children. You are adults. Behave like it— make amends, and only then you’ll be allowed to leave.”

You both groan and get up, apologizing under your breaths before looking over at the old woman.

“That’s not enough. Give each other a hug.”

“Yeah, no, I think we’ve forgiven each other alre— oomph”

Minho grins, pulling you into a rough hug, and Mrs. Ahn laughs aloud. You push Minho away, fixing your clothes and bowing to your principal before leaving. Minho turns to the woman behind the desk, smiling warmly at her before walking away.

The rest of the day goes rather quickly (because you stayed at the office for most of it) and you call your friend to get her to drop you home, since your Dad must be exhausted from all the traveling last night.

“Hey fish head! This way!”

You groan, cursing under your breath before turning on your heels to look at Minho along with… Mrs. Ahn?

“Good Afternoon, Mrs. Ahn. I was just heading home. Anything important?”

“Yes, actually. Very important. For the past year, I’ve seen you and Minho fight endlessly, and it’s time to put this war to an end.”

You cock your head in confusion, not understanding what she had in mind.

“I want you and Minho to go out today. Just the two of you. You can think of it as a date, a study session, whatever you want. This fight has to end, and I think it’s time for us to intervene before it gets bigger, and… more violent.”

“I don’t think that’ll be something you’d have to worry about, Mrs. Ahn. Minho and I are doing just fine! You don’t have to interfere, really—”

“I wasn’t asking, y/n.”

She replies, displaying a toothy smile. She walks past you and Minho, who simply smirks at you, and she leaves before announcing, and you scowl.

“I need proof!”

Minho chuckles, walking past you as well before whispering, “Today at 6? You know where the Pearl Restaurant is, right?”

Your eyes go wide at the mention of the venue. This… dude, was going to take you to one of Korea’s top notch restaurants?

“Yeah, meet me at the café next to it. Bye!”

You stomp your feet in annoyance, walking away to your friend’s car waiting at the entrance.

—

You didn't believe yourself either, but yes; by the time it was 5, you had dressed up. and now you were lying in your bed, contemplating if you should actually go on the date and fulfill his ego, or, he could just photo-shop a picture of you and him at the restaurant and send it to Mrs. Ahn to fulfill her ego.

You decided to call Minho, if he would be accepting of your plan.

"Hey? Do you know how to use Photoshop?"

A laugh resonates from the other line, before Minho responds.

"I had that plan too, y/n. But I suddenly forgot how to start a computer at this point of time? I was going to ask you the same thing! But then I realized that you might not know what a computer is, in the first place," he laughs again, agitating you even more. "I'm surprised you had high hopes from someone you hate?"

You could hear the cockiness in his voice. You could practically imagine that he was grinning as if he had just K.O–ed you (which, no doubt, he had) and you could even hear the sass dripping out of your phone.

"Guess what! I'm freaking coming now, you asshole."

You hang up just as you finish hearing his laughter through the static line. You scream into your pillow and pray that this goes well.

Taking a cab to the cafe Minho had told you to come by, you walk across the street to see him through the glass enclosure of the small aesthetic cafe.

Minho had worn a black tee with some skinny jeans, his earphones plugged in as he tapped his foot lightly on the wooden ground. His pointy nose was hidden behind a black mask, and veiny his hands clasped his phone loosely as he waited for you.

You shudder, thinking about how you were slowly falling for him. You shake off the vague feeling before walking ahead, slowly opening the crimson coloured door. The bell above it jingles softly, and your lungs fill with the warm smell of coffee brewing in the four walls. Minho looks up at you, and he smirks behind his mask as he drinks in your beauty.

You had worn a baby blue sundress, with a silver bracelet your friend had gifted you a while ago. You smile at him and walk over to the table he was at, taking a seat on the opposite side of the booth. He pulls down his mask, enough for his plush pink lips to jut out.

"So, you came, huh?"

"Did you leave me any choice?"

He laughs and shakes his head, slyly reaching out his hand to place it on top of yours which was on the table. You cringe at the sudden wave of emotions in you. You didn't know how to react to his action. Do you not react? Or do you smile? Or wait, do you put another hand on top of his? Your mind was going haywire and was running a speed of a hundred miles a second. Thousands of thoughts run in your mind, and a few so dirty that your breathing hitched in your throat. Minho looks up at you, blank eyes staring back at you.

"You good?"

"Y–yeah. I'm great. Let's just click the picture and get over with this shit."

The waitress walks up to you two and places two menu cards between you. You pick up one, slowly flipping through the pages as your eyes scan for your favourite drink.

"Do you have any favorite kinks?"

"What?!"

"What. Do you have any favorite drinks? There's plenty here…" he trails off.

You shiver. Why was this happening! Did you start hallucinating? In front of someone you hate? Just so he could make fun of you later on?

"I think I need to use the restroom? Yeah I guess, I'll be back in a bit." you ramble, shuffling out of the seat to walk over to the washroom.

You walk inside the small washroom, quickly rushing to a sink and washing your face. You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing up your hair and breathing in and out a few times. You mentally prep yourself up for whatever you had to face outside.

After a few minutes of catching your breath and creepily talking to yourself, you walk out. But when you look up, Minho wasn't there in his seat anymore. Neither was his phone, or whatever else he was carrying with him. You look around, and your eyes fall outside the cafe, and you stare as Minho has his hands behind his back, looking around at the streets. Why was he out? You walk out of the small cafe, bowing to the waiter who held the door open for you.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"The coffee was fucking disgusting. Let's go somewhere else."

"Are we seriously continuing this? Just take a picture so we can go back to hating each other," you whine out of annoyance, stomping your feet on the concrete sidewalk.

"Let's go to your place then."

"It's not really clean…" you say with a shrug as you remember the mess your roommate had made before leaving the apartment for the night.

"It's okay! I bet my house is worse."

—

"Okay I take that back. Your house is a dumpster."

"Hey!"

You and Minho reached your apartment, and you knew he was going to day something snarky to piss you off. You sigh and pull him inside the house. You didn't want to deal with another mom–like figure again.

“You can sit, I’ll get something for you.”

“No it’s good I don’t need anything. That coffee made me lose my appetite for the next decade.”

You laugh, placing down your purse on the shelf before walking Minho to your room. Your roommate had strictly warned you to not bring boys to the dorm, and when she was the first one to break the rule, she covered it up by saying they shouldn’t be in the living room or whatever.

Minho plops himself on the single couch, looking around in your room. He looks at you going into the bathroom— probably to change —and uses this moment to check out your room.

You leave the bathroom door half open, since the strong stench of fish cooked by your neighbors filled the small space. You weren’t doing any personal business anyways, just opening the little-too-tight messy bun and combing through your locks for the usual bedtime.

Minho found your bed more comfortable than the rough couch, so he decided to settle himself on it, looking at the small photo frames with pictures of you with your friends and family in them. He hears a thud from your side, looking over in delight if you’ve finally messed something. Instead, he was met with your petite frame picking up the wooden brush you had dropped, resuming to combing through your hair. He wasn’t disappointed, though.

You weren’t just a pretty face to him. You had a beautiful soul. He definitely thought you were cute, and he had fallen for you since day one. And now your actions were just fueling his desire. He sighs, looking down when your eyes meet his through the mirror. You finish off your routine and step out, a soft smile dancing on your lips as you walk over to Minho. You hop onto the bed, crossing your legs and facing him.

“So uhh… who's your favourite artist?”

“Can I kiss you?” Minho asks. His cheeks flush red in embarrassment when you ask something completely unrelated to his request.

“Um, I think so? Yeah. Yes you ca—”

Minho stops you midway by pushing his pink lips onto your chapped ones, grinning cheekily. You can hear the fireworks bursting in your insides, and you try your hardest to stop yourself from smiling wide into the kiss. Minho gently places a hand on your thigh, resting it there until you take initiative and slowly pull away.

He looks at you with soft but dark eyes, lips red and wet from the kiss. You look back at him hungrily, this time leaning over and kissing him. The second time was way better— more confident, lustful, rough, passionate. You coil your arms around his neck, moving deeper and ahead onto his lap. You sit above him straddling him, while he holds you down in place with a strong grip on your waist.

You moan softly when he bucks his hips, slightly grinding into you. He breaks the kiss and falls back on the pillow with hooded eyes and a smirk, having you seated in his lap. You quickly shuffle and pop open his jeans, dragging them down steadily. He slightly sits back up and pulls you into a heated kiss, moving his lips in sync with yours.

You groan when he starts running his hand down your back, unzipping the blue dress. When you’re finally free out of the garment, you resume grinding down on the male as he throws his head back on the pillow, incoherent profanities and moans spilling out his lips. You feel impatience bubbling in you and you pull down the material off of him.

“Wait.”

You look up at him, confusion and curiosity building up in you. He picks you up by the waist and places you down on your back next to him, as he climbs up above you. He latches his lips on your neck, sucking various spots and watching in satisfaction as the purples and reds bloom on the skin. He kisses down your form, pecking your chest, to your abdomen and finally reaches your core.

He licks a tight strip up from your folds to your clit, and you whine at the tease. He smirks, gliding his fingers up and down your cunt. You arch your back reflexively, gripping the sheets under you tightly. Minho looks at you through drowsy eyes, smirking as he feels you crumbling under him.

He prods one finger at your entrance, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper. You moan louder at the intense feeling burning in your core, and Minho starts thrusting his digits in and out of your hole. You feel the pressure building up in you, and just then he adds two more fingers and curls them in you. It was as if an invisible force was tearing you apart, pleasure eating you up.

He hisses as he pumps his fingers in you at an unbelievable pace, reaching his other hand to your breasts and toying with your nipples. You dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, bringing the other hand over Minho’s which played with your boobs.

The burning feeling in your abdomen nothing but rises, and you feel yourself losing your mind as you fall closer and closer to your orgasm. You feel a soft sensation pressed against your clit, and your eyes flutter open as you look at Minho licking and kissing your clit as he humps the bed, driving you insane. He grazes his teeth above your clit, and you let yourself lose, the knot inside you untying. Your juices escape you and Minho licks and laps them up like he was a man starved.

You whine at the overstimulation, and he slowly pulls his fingers out. He sits up as you catch your breath, and sits at the edge of the bed. You crawl down and position yourself between his feet, placing your palms above his thighs. You lick his hard shaft from bottom to top, one hand slowly pumping his base. He sighs deeply, dropping his head down while biting his lip.

You lick his tip one last time, before hollowing your mouth and going down on him. You take him in one go, using your hands for what wasn't going to fit. His tip brushes the back of your throat, and you press your tongue flat against his cock.

He grunts at your pace, holding a fistful of your hair before thrusting harshly in your mouth. Tears spring in your eyes as you take him whole, never leaving his cock void of your touch. He bucks his hips up, loosening his tight grip on your scalp, as you feel his shaft swell. You slide up with a pop, using your hand instead, and pumping him at a quick pace.

You use your other hand to press your fingers on his slit, smothering the pre-cum all over the tip. The sensations send him overboard, and before you know it, he moans and groans as his high washes over him, liquids covering your hand and wrists.

He catches his own breath, as you rush over to your nightstand to grab a couple of wet wipes. You clean up your hands, walking back over to him and handing some to do his business. He swabs off the sweat and struts lazily to the washroom, washing up so that he could leave. You look at him, upset that he was going.

"You're going?"

"You want me to stay?"

"Me? Want you to stay? Pfft yeah right."

You both laugh awkwardly, as he starts getting dressed up.

"No actually, uhh my roommate is a bitch so she apparently doesn't want guys around and stuff so… yeah. I mean I totally wouldn't mind, you know."

"Yeah that's alright, my roommate must be waiting for me. I told him I'd be up to play a game or two."

"Sure. See you."

He grins back, not responding as he grabs his keys and phone to head back home. Once you both bid your farewells, you rush to your room smiling like a madman, throwing yourself onto the bed. You look up dreamily, hiding your face in your hands as you recollect what you had just done. Two dings on your phone wake you up from your daze, and you reach out to check who the messages were from.

M*nhoe: Mrs. Ahn is my aunt

M*nhoe: haha loser.

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a/n; thank you guys for the support hehe🤧 Also have no reason for why this took me like 300 years to write~ I’ll be posting more frequently now since my school hours have been reduced :)

[smol-and-grumpy]

Cross My Heart - CH.05

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Reader; Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

Warnings: Angst, teasing, tension

WC: 2298

SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N gets woken up in the middle of the night by weird noses. It sounds like someone is scratching against the bedroom wall on the outside. She doesn’t know what it is, and doesn’t dare look. It could be anything really. Maybe a gust of wind carried a branch here, maybe there are wild animals outside. She thinks about how it could be anything but she doesn’t let her mind wander and assume the worst. 

Should she wake Dean up for it? She hates to wake him up if it’s really nothing, though.

She decides to wait a little bit longer, maybe it’ll go away. But she hears the clock ticking while the noise stays.

“Dean,” She whispers and looks to the open door.

To her surprise, Dean’s already standing in the doorway, his gun cocked and hair disheveled. He’s wearing some pj pants and a white t-shirt. 

“Get out of the bed and come stand behind me!” He hisses as he creeps along the wall towards the window. 

She frowns a little but does what she’s told and gets out of bed, tip toes her way over to where Dean’s standing.

His eyes widen when he sees that she only wears a set of comfortable Calvin Klein underwear, and he rolls his eyes at that, “Jesus, what are you wearing for bed?”

“What’s wrong with that? It’s hot here, alright?” She comes to stand behind him now. 

“Always wear something, Y/N. You never know when you need to up and leave.” Dean hisses through gritted teeth as he looks out of the window from the side, keeping himself from being seen.

“Well, excuse me but I never had to up and leave before in my life!” 

Dean ignores her, instead he peeks out and after a long moment, he starts to chuckle.

“What?” She asks him.

“Come see,” He says, and stands back a little, making room for her to push past him in order to be able to steal a look herself. 

It’s a mother bear and her cub, probably searching for food. Her eyes widen as she takes it in and watches them. She’s never seen bears from up close before. Not in the wild. She watches until they walk back towards the thick of the forest where they came out from, probably unsatisfied because they didn’t find anything here.

“We’re safe.” Dean exhales, he’s probably relieved himself, “You can go back to sleep.”

She climbs back to bed, while Dean watches her, making sure to stick her ass out, because she likes to rile him up. She goes back to bed without protest either. Mainly because she doesn’t want to be a pain in his ass. Dean already has his hands full with taking care of her and she at least can cut him some slack. 

While she tries to make herself comfortable in bed, Dean rummages in the closet and tosses her a shirt. It hits her square in her face and he laughs before he walks away while telling her to fucking wear it. 

She’s holding up the shirt, sees that it’s not hers because it’s too big, so it must be one of his. She pulls it over her head and brings it to her face to smell at it.

“Don’t worry, it’s a fresh shirt.” Dean calls out from the living room.

How does he fucking knows?

She smirks and lays back down, taking in his scent one more time and closes her eyes. 

 ***

 The next two days were pretty awkward. 

But maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. 

There were lots of looking at each other when the other one was not looking. Because how else could she explain the burning sensation she felt on her skin? The same thing she always felt when he looked at her with hungry eyes. She mostly felt it on her back when she had it turned to him and every time she looked back at him, he had his head turned downwards or had it tilt the other way.

It seemed to her that Dean avoided her more either. When he would be in a room and she would walk in to grab something, he would storm out of whatever room he was in and honestly, it was weird and fucking awkward because there aren’t many rooms in this cabin.

Dean would also cringe every time their skin would brush against each other by accident. 

Which is really, really not how she wants someone to react to her touches.

 *

 She’s in bed reading when Dean walks in on the afternoon of their third day in hiding.

“Your friend,” He says and hands her his phone.

Y/N takes the phone out of his hand and sees that Dean has already put Meg on speaker phone.

He sits down at the foot of the bed, listening in on the conversation and she doesn’t like that at all but apparently that’s the rule.

“Hey,” She says, her eyes are on Dean but he looks away.

“Oh my god, the guy who picked up, is that your bodyguard?”

“Yes?” She answers.

“Fuck, Y/N, he sounds sexy as fuck. His voice is so deep, so gravelly, it makes my skin tingle. I bet he makes other parts of you tingle, too, isn’t he?”

She turns red, “Meg,” It’s supposed to be a warning to her friend without saying too much. She hopes Meg gets it.

“No, seriously, I bet he’s fucking sexy, isn’t he? Probably could lift you up one armed and I bet he can fuck you as deep as his voice is.”

Apparently, Meg doesn’t get it.

Y/N watches Dean and see’s that he tries to suppress a smirk. His face settles for a frown instead.

“Meg!” She shouts, trying to stop her friend.

“Seriously, Y/N, you gotta live. Can’t be that Chuck that sleazy weasel gets to have all the fun and you don’t!”

“Is there a reason for your call?” She asks Meg with annoyance in her voice and that does the trick because it seems like Meg gets what Y/N was trying to say.

“Ugh, he’s listening isn’t he?”

She huffs out a tired chuckle, “Yeah.”

“Hi, Mr. Bodyguard, I was just joking,”

Dean turns his head to the phone, “Hi,” He says, and then a little lower, as if he wants to tease the shit out of Meg, “Meg, is it?”

There’s a squeal on the other end and Dean raises an eyebrow at Y/N to which she just shrugs.

“Like Y/N said, is there a reason you called, Meg?” Dean asks.

Meg whimpers, “Oh my god,”

There’s a long pause.

“Meg, did you just have an orgasm or something?” Y/N’s giggling.

“I’m close, can’t lie. Mr. Bodyguard, have you ever thought about working for a phone sex line? Becau—”

“—Meg!” She cuts her friend off. 

“Alright, listen, you two, I went on facebook today and TMZ posted an article about Y/N’s kidnapping.”

“They what about what?” Dean’s voice cuts in, and it’s loud, it makes her flinch.

“Yeah,” Meg says, “You can look for yourself. I thought you weren’t kidnapped? But Chuck gave an exclusive interview, and even a reward is out for your safe return.”

“What the fuck!” She looks at Dean and he stands up, he’s agitated but he keeps his composure.

“Okay, thanks, Meg. She’s not kidnapped. But please keep that to yourself until we talk to Chuck. Can you do that?”

“Of course, Mr. Bodyguard.”

“We need to go. Bye Meg, miss you.” She says quickly because Dean’s already walking out into the living room and starts up his laptop.

She follows and slams his phone on the table where he’s sitting, “Who the fuck are you?”

Dean looks up from the laptop, there’s a pained expression on his face. “Your bodyguard.”

“Why should I believe you?” She shouts and starts to pace around the room.

“Your husband knows where we are! Why should I kidnap you and even let you talk to your friend?”

“But you don’t let me go anywhere!” She lets out a frustrating groan that comes out from the depths of her throat.

“Because I have to fucking keep you safe!” Dean stands up and pushes his chair back with a screech.

Y/N’s eyes find Dean’s gun on the table and she takes it, aiming it at Dean and he looks at her in bewilderment.

“Y/N, put that down,” His voice is firm, as if he puts his foot down by only speaking to her. It sounds final, like it’s his way or no way.

She’s crying, even though she doesn’t want to, “No. Who are you, Dean? Why me? If you know us, you’d know that Chuck doesn’t give a fuck about me. He probably would kill me himself if someone would ask him for ransom money for my safe return.”

Her hands are shaking, her grip on the gun is tight, the white of her knuckles showing.

Dean purses his lips and then everything happens so fast. 

One moment she has the gun aimed at him and the next she finds herself pinned against the wall, his hand on her wrist and there’s nothing that she could do other than letting him take the gun from her hand. He’s so close, his face a mere inch from hers, his breath mingles with hers and the look on his face is a mixture between anger and pain.

“Sweetheart, next time you aim a gun at someone, make sure the safety’s off,” Dean reaches back, tucks his gun into his pants, but she’s still pinned there. 

Dean's eyes are on her, his breathing picks up when he brushes the tears away from her cheeks. He leaves his thumb on her bottom lip, drags it down, making her open her mouth. 

The next thing she knows he’s kissing her. And instead of it being rough like the kiss they shared before, this one is much gentler. He presses his body to her, his hands kneading at the flesh of her hips while he maps out her mouth with his tongue. And she wants more, wants everything he’s able to give her.

Before it can grow heavier, Dean breaks the kiss and steps back. His teeth gnawing at his bottom lip before he looks downwards, “Shit, I shouldn’t. ‘M sorry.”

She places her fingers to her lips, feels them hot and wet. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I—” Dean lets out a breath, “—I don’t know what came over me.” He rubs at his forehead, “You gotta believe me, Y/N. I’m not a kidnapper.” Dean walks back to the table and grabs his phone, thumbs over his screen to dial a number.

She walks closer, sees that he dials Chuck.

Chuck doesn’t pick up.

That’s typical. He probably is screwing some hoes.

Dean hangs up, and takes his phone, thumbs over something and then he hands it to her.

It’s text messages between him and Chuck.

 D: Everything’s alright, sir.

D: We stay put.

D: Nothing happened.

 Dean text’s Chuck up to six times on a daily basis since they’re here and Chuck always only sends him one text each day with the word, “Okay.”

“You know, I have no idea about Chuck’s plans nor the police’s plans,” Dean’s head is low when he comes to stand in front of her, “My only job is to keep you safe.”

“Okay,” 

“I thought you were joking at first when you said that your husband doesn’t care about you. Couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact how someone could not at least care a little bit about the person they’re married to but then I saw it with my own eyes. The lack of empathy he shows you is mind blowing.” Dean let out a tired chuckle.

She swallows.

“He sent you away with me. We are glued together for three days and he doesn’t fucking care.” His voice drops just a little lower, “You deserve better.”

“He never did,” She mumbles because it’s true. All her fucking husband has to say is okay? O-fucking-kay?

Dean reaches out a hand, places it on the back of her neck, pulls her a little closer and lowers himself and all she sees is the green of his eyes, “I need you to trust me, okay? I’m not a kidnapper. I have nothing to do with it. All I’m doing is keeping you safe and it would be good if you would trust me on this.”

She nods. He’s so close. It makes her want to surge forward, makes her want to kiss him—

— but she doesn’t.

“Good,” He says, “Let’s see what that website says, okay?” 

Dean walks back over and sits down and she follows, comes to stand next to him. He looks up at her then, “What’s the website called again?”

Instead of answering, she types it in for him, her upper arm brushes against his scruff after she takes her arm back, it leaves behind a longing inside of her.

There’s a picture of Chuck on the front page, next to it is a picture of her in a dramatic bubble. 

 CHUCK SHURLEY PLEADS TO KIDNAPPER: PLEASE DON’T HARM MY WIFE.

 She snorts when she sees the headline.

Dean reads the article aloud, “Apparently he received an email telling him to pay $5 million for your safe return. He has seven days and if not they’d kill you.”

“This is bullshit,” She huffs out a breath, “What is Chuck playing?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like this at all.” Dean closes his laptop and leans back in his chair, his fingers drumming away on the closed laptop.

CH.06

[hateswifi]

Rising from the Ashes: Of Second Meetings and Mysteries

So this is Part Six here is to my Master List and Part Five.

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Marinette got up, went to work. Everything was normal a couple more customers than yesterday. Diana closed early because she was going to see family today she closed at three o’clock. After work, she headed home and ate a small snack before the driver arrived. She got into the car quietly and quickly

“Hello, Miss Marinette. I am Wayne’s butler and friend, Alfred Pennyworth,” Alfred said from the front.

“Hi, Monsieur Pennyworth. Thank you for the ride,” Marinette responded with a smile.

“It is no problem and please call me Alfred. That’s what the rest of the boys call me. Speaking of the boys, they're excited to see you again,” he said. Now ten minutes later they pull into a house, well not exactly a house but more like a mansion. The mansion was big, dark, and ominous. “Welcome to Wayne Manor, Miss Marinette. Please make yourself at home for the time you’re staying.”

“Thank you, Monsieur Alfred,” Marinette says, following him into the house. “Would you be able to show me where the last boy is? I’m sorry I was never told his name.”

“The young Master is this way, please follow,” Alfred said, walking down a long hallway. “Last time I saw all the boys were in the parlor. They were playing Ultimate Mega Strike Four. Have you heard of it?”

“I love that game! I grew up playing Ultimate Mega Strike Three. I also won the competition that my school participated in,” Marinette said, happily.

“Well they’re right in here,” Alred said, opening the door. “Boys, Miss Marinette is here. Damian, are you ready for your fitting?”

“Damian?” Marinette asks, looking closer at the boys. She realized it was her mystery first friend. She blushes remembering her conversation with Dick, Jason, and Todd. “You guys were with more for more than an hour yesterday and did it not cross your mind to tell me that he is your brother?”

“Nope. Did you say, Damian? Ohhhh… you mean Demon Spawn,” Jason smirked, wrapping an arm around Damian's shoulders.

“Marinette? You’re doing my measurements?” Damian asked shrugging off Jason’s arm.

“Diana asked me to come over after work, she’s visiting her family,” Marinette smiles. “You ready for me to take your measurements?”

“I’m sure he wants to give you more than just his measurements,” Dick laughs, Marinette blushes as Damian slaps him. “I meant your number, get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Come on we’ll go to my room,” Damian said, grabbing her arm. He leads her to his room, which is quite spacious. He stands in front of his floor length mirror. 

“You know Dick was right about one thing,” Marinette said, measure his shoulder blades lightly touching his back.

“What… what is that, Angel?” Damian asked, turning his head towards the small girl.

“Angel?” Marinette squeaks, surprised by his nickname for her. 

“Sadly, an angel without wings, but even after you got tackled by Titus you tried to pay for my meal,” he turned to look at her then leaned in a whispered. “Plus my brothers told me what you said about me.”

Marinette backs up flustered. “Well, you are incredibly nice, caring, and extremely handsome.” She says, wrapping the measuring tape around his chest to measure it, but was closer than she needed to be.

“Well what I wanted to give you the day we had breakfast was my number, but you ran off before I could give it to you,” she said, measuring his arm. 

“I wanted to give you my number as well but Dick called me to remind me about a meeting,” he said, smiling. “Angel, I was disappointed when I left you. Dick suggested to do a modern Cinderella, but I was embarrassed, especially after what Jason posted.”

“What did Jason post?” Marinette asked, backing up so she could see his whole face. 

“You didn’t see the picture? Oh right, you probably haven’t gotten into Gotham news yet,” Damian said. “He posted a picture of me holding a door open for you.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Marinette asked, crossing her arms. 

“Well I’m famous because of my father and I’m seen as the ‘Ice Prince’ of Gotham because I’m cold to most people,” Damian explained. 

“That’s what the guy at the grocery store meant,” Marinette realized. “I finished measuring you. I guess I should be going.” 

“I overheard what you told Alfred in the hall, do you want to play Ultimate Mecha Strike and maybe stay for dinner? Umm… my brothers like having you around as do I,” Damian offered, grabbing one of her petite hands.

“That would be wonderful by the way can I see your phone before I forget?” Marinette asks. He gives her his phone, she types her number in once she hands it back he names her contact Angel. She gives him her phone so she can put his number in. 

They walk out and join the rest of the boys, when they got there Dick was facing off against Tim. After a few minutes, Tim’s character died and Dick celebrates. 

“Ok Dick, I’m going to beat you, but don’t be salty when you lose,” Marinette said, taking Tim’s controller then sits down next to Damian. 

“Sunshine not gonna lie, I feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake because those are some bold words coming from such a small person,” Dick says, nonchalantly. 

She doesn’t respond, but once the game starts she knows that Dick realizes he’s about to eat his words. She’s better at the game than the boys thought she would be. After losing three times to Marinette, he grumbles at the loss and crosses his arms while sitting down on the couch, he was being overdramatic. The rest of the boys laugh at Dick’s antics.  

“Damian, where’d you find your girlfriend?” Tim asks, shocked that someone had beaten Dick the master of games. 

“First off, she’s not my girlfriend. Secondly, she’s from Paris,” Damian smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“Sure, you’re not dating at all,” Jason sarcastically replied with a snigger and an eye-roll. 

Marinette’s phone ringing interrupted Damian before he could respond. She smiles widely; Adrien was video calling her. “Do you guys mind?” Marinette asks. 

“Nope, not a problem. You can answer it right here if you want,” Jason said. 

“Cool thanks guy,” Marinette smiles, brightly. 

“Buginette! You promised to call!” Adrien exclaimed,  putting his face super close to the camera. 

“I had work today and yesterday. Plus you had school and countless other activities Gabriel has you doing,” Marinette justifies her actions. 

“Mar calm down I’m messing,” Adrien laughs but stops hearing the game. “Are you playing Ultimate Mecha Strike without me!? Mewouch Buginette you wound me.”

“Calm down I was just kicking Dick’s butt,” Marinette laughs. 

“This literally ray of sunshine killed me three times,” Dick cries, pushing his way into the frame. 

“So this is one of my best friends and part of my family, his name is Adrien Agreste. This is Dick Grayson,” Marinette introduces. 

“Take care of my Buginette,” Adrien says with a wave. 

“I’ll take care of the literal sunshine that stumbled into all of our lives,” Dick smiles back as Tim and Jason come up behind the couch. Marinette moves her hand back so everyone, including Damian, is in the frame. 

“Oh my gosh! Bug is that the boy you told Chloe about!” Adrien screamed, trying to point towards Damian, who still has his arm wrapped around her. Tim and Jason sat back down and Dick moved back to play more games. 

“Chaton! Aren’t you and Kagami supposed to be at a match it is Thursday night,” Marinette asks, looking at the time: five. 

“Bug, it’s already eleven here,” Adrien yawns falling onto his bed. 

“That’s why I’m so tired,” Marinette yawns also. 

“You should come home soon,” Adrien complains. 

“I haven’t even been gone a week and while I’m there I don’t want to be someone I’m not,” Marinette sighs. “I’ll probably be back for Chinese New Year though to honor my parents. I’ll let you know when I have a plan.”

“Night Mar, just know Paris isn’t as bright with you not here,” Adrien says, sadly. “Luka misses you too. Chloe was angry, but it’s because she’s just dealing with it differently.”

“I understand bye Adrien love you. Hug everyone for me,” Marinette waves. 

“Byeee!” He finishes as he hangs up. 

Marinette puts her head on Damian’s shoulder. 

“It’s good that you have supportive friends,” Damian states. 

“Ya, I miss them a lot. Chloe got angry last night and hung up on me because she doesn’t deal with her sadness by getting angry almost like a self-defense mechanism. Luka is a mellow person, but I haven’t talked to him since Monday. Kagami is lovably awkward. I think she shuts down a bit with grief,” Marinette explains. She then stands up while saying. “I think I’m going to head to my apart because in Paris, as Adrien said, it’s quite late. Luckily for me, Diana is going into work later than normal because she returning from her family.”

“Can I show you the way out?” Damian asks, standing as well.

“That would be lovely,” Marinette said then turned to look at the rest of the boys as she left. “Bye guys it was nice seeing you again.”

“Wait, are you having someone drive you home?” Damian asks, catching her hand before she could walk out the now open door. 

“I feel like walking. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been on a nice long walk. I’ll text you when I get home,” Marinette says, hugging Damian. She then waved as she walked out. 

Once she was a good distance away from the manor she transformed. She loved the feeling of wind in her hair. She swung up to the tallest building, Wayne Enterprises, and sat on top looking over the foreign city. Not long after she looked over the city she heard footsteps land and crunch in the snow behind. 

She jumps up and is in a fighting position as she demands. “Announce yourself.” 

“I could say the same to you,” a deep voice says from the other side of the building that was somehow shadowy. 

“Stop it, be nice,” another voice answers, then steps into view. “I’m Red Hood.”

“I’m Ladybug,” Marinette responds, dropping her stance. The other person steps into view. “You look like a traffic light. Seriously? Who wears yellow, green, red, and black?”

“Hey! That’s was my suit design!” Nightwing tries to defend himself. 

“How old were you when you designed it,” Marinette deadpanned, crossing her arms. 

“Twelve,” the traffic light boy said. “Wearing this costume is a right of passage and the name is Robin. Your concept isn’t much better. Seriously a ladybug?”

“Master chose to give me this miraculous; I didn’t have a choice. But I’m quite fond of the spots thought and I’m pretty sure I needed Tikki’s luck back when I first got the miraculous,” Marinette said, backing up. “Well, it was nice meeting you guys.” She then jumped off the building. Robin and Nightwing ran to the edge and saw her catch herself with her yo-yo. 

“A yo-yo? Is she an actual child?” Robin sighed. “Do we even know if she is a hero?”

“Red Robin, Ladybug is her name. Find out everything you can about her,” Nightwing states into his comm. 

They finished their patrol quickly and headed back to the manor. He received a text from his Angel that told him that she made it home fine. 

Tim has information on the hero when they made to the Batcave. “She is from Paris.”

“Was she one of the heroes that banned all supers from entering Paris?” Jason asks, pulling up a chair, he sat back facing the computer with his leg on either side. He had come to the Batcave when he had heard of the new to Gotham hero.

“Yes that was her and for good reason,” Tim says while pulling up the video. “This announcement made a little over two and a half years ago.”

A young Ladybug stood in front of Le Grand Paris Hotel while speaking into the crowd and cameras. “To all supers, we had previously reached out to, we no longer want any help from any superheroes besides the ones of either Chat Noir or my own choosing.’

“If akumatized, we don’t know how we would deal with superpowers on top of Hawkmoth’s powers. For the good of Paris do not enter here till further notice,” Chat Noir says. “Not only would the power be unbearable, but Hawkmoth would also know everything you know, including any secret identities. Thank you for all of your patients, have a good rest of your day,” he finishes before him and the young Ladybug jump off the scene.

“They look so young,” Dick says, leaning on the back of Tim’s chair.

“That’s because they were that young. Ladybug, now, couldn’t be any older than me. That means that, if Chat Noir is the same age, they started with this Hawkmoth bull when they were thirteen or fourteen. That god damn city put their faith in teenagers barely in high school,” Damian says, looking closer at the video.

“That’s not right,” Dick says, shaking his head.

“At least we had the choice, but who chooses to be a city’s only hope against the unknown?” Jason says, putting his head on his hands that were resting on the chair’s back.

“They recently defeated the terrorist, who was a miraculous holder named Hawkmoth. He had been terrorizing Paris for three years. Her partners’ names are Chat Noir, Ryuko, Viperon, and Queen Bee, they still do patrols and help with petty crimes. She had more partners, now retired never told why, but their names were Carapace and Rena Rouge, they haven’t been seen in two years. Chat Noir gave a statement earlier this week saying that Ladybug has left, but would be back sometimes or if Paris was in danger. She was last seen at a house fire of the Dupain-Cheng’s house and Bakery all people died. Only two bodies were found,” Tim summed up, looking at his brothers. 

“What’s Marinette’s last name?” Jason asked, looking at Damian. 

“Dupain-Cheng? But she said she was an only child,” Damian thought sitting down in a chair beside Tim. 

“She is by these pictures, but it says three dead,” Tim said pulling up the picture of her family standing out front of the bakery, this was back when she wore her hair in pigtails. 

“She said she didn’t want to talk about her past during the measurements,” Jason said. “Does everyone think she’s dead?”

“That’s true, right here, an article says all the Dupain-Chengs died in the fire two weeks ago on Saturday and were buried last week Sunday,” Tim said, scrolling through the article. 

“But she’s clearly alive, why would she move?” Jason asked, standing

“But more importantly there’s a connection between her and Ladybug. Wait… blue hair and eyes, petite figure. They were both last seen, well accounted for at the fire” Damian said. 

“They’re the same person, both from Paris and they were last seen around the same time. Both, Ladybug and Marinette, had a reason to run even if we don’t know what that reason is just yet,” Tim said. 

“Seriously, even Damian’s girlfriend is special? Why can’t we meet normal people?” Jason said, throwing up his hands and left the Batcave. 

“I’ll ask her about it next time I see her,” Damian said, leaving the Batcave as well.

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[ktheist]

FROM THIS POST

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

i do! it wasn't always like this before buy i'm glad my relationship with them improved <3

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

me mom bc i luv her

03: Do you regret anything?

my wasted potential oof

04: Are you insecure?

who isn't?

05: What is your relationship status?

i'm taken!! by meeeeeee!!!

06: How do you want to die?

in my sleep because i won't notice i'm dying - or will i realize i died when i wake up? oof

07: What did you last eat?

a popia, i think it's a traditional food here.

08: Played any sports?

breathing is a sports

09: Do you bite your nails?

thankfully, no!

10: When was your last physical fight?

been a long while, last fight i remember is wrestling the tv remote from my bro and we were like kids and i'm old now ):

11: Do you like someone?

like someone i can potentially get or someone i can never? min yoongi and jeon jungkook ):

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

oof i don't think so but i might once i get desperate enough to take some adderall

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

at first i thought i don't but now that i really think about it, there's this one dude who, every time i think about him, makes me wanna puke bc of his shit hygiene and we got preeeeetty close at some point

14: Do you miss someone?

nopee

15: Have any pets?

my demons uwu

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

as of 15th dec, ya girl is tideeeee

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

naw that shit nastyy

18: Are you scared of spiders?

TERRIFIED

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

yes omg

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

at my ex's place before he left the country

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

work and sleep and hopefully sleep some more

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

five is too many but i'll start off w one kitty and adopt more from there!!!

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

none, i'm a puthy ):

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

english / research / acadamia. potato potato yk

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

i shudder at the idea of meeting people from my pasts lol

26: What are you craving right now?

i’m always craving for ramen!!

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

ig

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

yes and no? it didn’t feel like a real relationship lmao

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

i wouldn’t say make since i asked them about why they did sumn sketchy and they ended up crying

30: What’s irritating you right now?

the shitload of work that i have ):

31: Does somebody love you?

meeee and ig my parents luv me

32: What is your favourite colour?

maroon, deep blue and grey!!

33: Do you have trust issues?

omg yes how did you know

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i don’t remember but i usually like my dreams bc it’s like watching a fantasy movie lmaooo

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

i don’t cry in front of people

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

i give out third chances lmaooooo

but ig it works out bc if they mess up after the third, then it’s bye bye for good bc they dead to me

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

to forget wooooooooo if you mess up then you’re dead to me 

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

nah bro its 2020

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

legal

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

outside like in public or just in my house? bc if the first, then neverrr

51: Favourite food?

ramen yumm

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

depends lol sometimes things just happen to inconvenience me and i don’t appreciate the person who caused it 

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

scroll my ipad

54: Is cheating ever okay?

depends lol, are you both cheating and aware of it? then yes. if only one party’s cheating and being sneaky? no i hope they get pooped by a bird every time they go out

55: Are you mean?

idk ): sum say i come off too strong but it’s only been them puthy ass men that’s said that

56: How many people have you fist fought?

my bro

57: Do you believe in true love?

yes for self-love and no for romantic kind of love, maybe for familial love

58: Favourite weather?

livin in a hot and humid country makes you appreciate the rain a bit more!!

59: Do you like the snow?

they look magical in tv!!

60: Do you wanna get married?

yea sure if the dude fits me. i don’t believe marriages are supposed to be a compromise, if you have to change something to fit the other, then that’s not really a good reason to keep being tgt for me.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

eh it’s okay

62: What makes you happy?

sleeping!!

63: Would you change your name?

i would... to cara (;

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

idk man, i don’t have any problems but depends if they wanna ykwim?

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

noooooo best friends are best friends for a reason!!!

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

no but oh well i’m v comfortable w my girlfriends alr

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

uh, besides my dad and bro, ig this one friend from high school who’s like super chill

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

a friend on tumblr by the name of my fav day; rain ((((:

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

ig? i mean if they fit you then they fit you. 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

me mommy bc i appreciate her sm <3

[the-fandom-took-over-my-life]

The one where he blipped and you didn’t (Ch. 1)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter blipped. You didn’t. Now you’re both the same age and he’s confused by the kid he used to know and the girl you are now.

Word Count: 3k-ish

Warnings: Language, INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS

A/N: Okay, this is Chapter One to this series. It’s a little long, I got carried away (sorry not sorry). Let me know what you think! Remember I also do requests, pls don’t get discouraged by my amateur profile, I’m still figuring it all out :)

Read the intro first

CHAPTER ONE

"Y/N, get your ass out of bed, you're going to be late." you heard Rhodey scold through your open door. 

"Language" you mumbled sleepily. 

"Goddamn- I don't have time for this." you heard him grumble under his breath and suddenly the fluorescent lights in your room switched on and you yelped in surprise, flinging the covers over your head. Rhodey chuckled and you heard your door swing shut. 

"If I come back in 20 minutes and you're still in bed, I'm going to personally fly you to school." he said through the door and walked away.

You smiled sleepily. Rhodey, though he was tough on you, cared about you like his own daughter. Nearly eleven years ago your mother had died in a car crash and you were sent to live with your father, Tony. You, being so young, were excited to finally meet your father. Tony, on the other hand, was a wreck. He had just announced to the world that he was Iron Man and the last thing he wanted was to take care of and raise a child, whether it be his or not. He had all intention of sending you off to boarding school but, when he met you, he refused to make the same mistakes his father did. You instantly melted his heart with your smile and your big E/C eyes. After deciding to take you in, he asked Rhodey to be your Godfather, not that he was a very religious man, he just wanted someone else to be there for you if there came a day that he couldn't. 

Deciding not to test Rhodey's threat, you rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror, in the such loving words of Peter, looked as if death had walked over you...twice. It wasn't a secret that, since the battle and your dad's death, you haven't been sleeping well. Thankfully, nightmares were a thing of the past ever since Bruce gave you something that evaded them. You remembered waking up screaming, tears streaming down your face, causing Rhodey to come and calm you down in the middle of the night. Every night you were forced to relive a part of the battle, and every night you were forced to see your dad die. Now, your sleep was a void that, although lacked the trauma, was a difficult place to find peace.

You scrubbed your face and brushed your teeth, avoiding your face in the mirror, and walked back into your room. Not really in the mood to dress nice, you pulled on some black tights and a big sweatshirt that was draped over your desk chair. You slipped on your converse and walked back into the bathroom to put concealer under your eyes. The last thing your need is for one of your teachers to send your to the counselors office because of your physical appearance...again.

Deciding you looked presentable, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and started downstairs before rushing back to your room to grab your phone, still charging on your nightstand. You found 6 new messages. 

(1) Spider-thing: Hey are you gonna go to Flash's party tonight?

(2) Spider-thing: Don't tell me you slept in again

(3) Spider-thing: ok nvm I'll see u at school

(4) Ned: Hey Y/N u wanna go to Flash's tonight? 

(5) Ned: Peter might confess his undying love for u, u never know 

(6) Flash: Hope to see u at my party tonight I'll b waiting ;)

You rolled your eyes at Flash's text, and clicked the notification form Ned. 

Y/N: yeah right after he confesses his undying love for Flash 

He replied immediately, making you chuckle. 

Ned: I'm telling u, he's got it bad 4 u 

You rolled your eyes and slipped your phone in your back pocket. You found it funny; Ned's obsession with the idea of you and Peter as a couple, and sometimes you went along with it just to tease Peter, but that's all it was, teasing. Sure, he was hot and sweet and funny and, before the snap, these things nourished a major crush that bloomed in your little pre-teen heart. But things changed, you got older and, when he came back the same age as you, you had to remember that he probably still saw you as that little girl he used to babysit. 

~TIME SKIP~

"Bye Happy, I'll see you after school!" you said, blowing Happy a kiss as you closed the car door. Happy rolled down his window. 

"Call me if anything happens. Just call and I'll come and get you." 

"I will." you said watched him drive off. Happy was, despite the fact that it's been a few months since everything happened, still worried about you. You didn't mind it though, you loved him for it.

Sighing, you walked into the building that leered over you. For the first time today, you realized how heavy your backpack was and you made a beeline for your locker. You smiled sadly and recalled how Nat would always get after you for carrying too much and you would get the lecture about how, even though you were an Avenger, you still had to take care of yourself. You stacked the books in your locker, slammed the door shut, and found yourself face to face with Peter. 

"SHIT!" you shrieked as he howled with laughter. 

"You shoulda- you should have seen your face" he said between breaths. 

You rolled your eyes and shoved him into the lockers. 

"This isn't funny you idiot, I could have attacked you" you said despite the smile growing on your lips.

"I can take you Stark" he said, regaining his breath. 

"In your dreams Parker"

It was his turn to roll his eyes. It was then that you noticed the two coffee cups he held. You sighed in relief and gratefully took one from him. 

"Anyway, you ignored my texts this morning. You wanna go to the party?" he said falling in step with you as you walked towards your first class. 

"I don't know. Flash's parties always end with someone almost drowning in the pool or jumping off the roof." 

"Oh c'mon, let's go. Maybe this time it'll be Flash jumping off the roof and it'll put us all out of our misery." 

You couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled from your lips and you were about to reply when someone called you from behind. 

You both turned to see Brad Davis walking briskly towards you. You smiled at him and slowed your pace so he could catch up. 

"Hey Y/N, hey Peter." he said walking up beside you. 

"Sup" Peter grumbled. You sent him a sideways glare and turned to up at Brad.

Despite the numerous times you questioned Peter about his silent grudge against Brad, he could never give you a straight answer on why he hated him. "I don't trust him" he would always say, but you could never figure out why. Brad, like you, survived the snap and, because you were both in the same grade, became friends. 

"Are you guys going to the party tonight?" he asked.

"Jeez, is that the only thing everyone cares about?" you said jokingly.

"Well, it is the only good thing about high school" he said, making you laugh. 

Over the past couple of years, Brad was the person who got to hear all the complaints you had about high school. He had always been an annoyingly upbeat guy and he took all your complaints in stride, turning them into something that you should be grateful for. The last five years gave you very few things to be grateful for, but Brad was one of them. 

"You're definitely right about that. But, yeah we're planning on going" you said, slightly nudging Peter next to you.

"Awesome. I'll see you there then." Brad said and waved as he turned down a passing hallway. 

"Aw, I love Brad" you said fondly as you watched him disappear in the growing crowd of students. You looked up at Peter just in time to see him roll his eyes at your comment. You frowned at him, annoyed of his attitude. 

"Dude, seriously, what the hell is your problem?" 

 "Nothing. He just rubs me the wrong way I guess."  he said with a shrug.

It was your turn to roll your eyes.

 "Oh c'mon. you're just mad that he became hot while you were gone and now all the girls want him" 

"It's just weird. One day he was this tiny annoying kid and the next he's huge." Peter said before bringing his coffee to his lips. 

"Well it wasn't like that for all of us." you reminded him. "And how is that weird for you? You literally got bit by a spider and became hot overnight." 

At your words Peter choked on his coffee and coughed furiously, trying to breathe through the hot liquid. 

"Y-you think I'm hot?" he spluttered in disbelief 

For about the millionth time this morning, you rolled your eyes at him. 

"Dude, have you seen your abs? I had the biggest crush on you and your stupid hot spider muscles" you said with a smirk.

Peter stopped in his tracks in the middle of the hall and stared at you with huge eyes.

 "You had a crush on me?" 

 "Yeah, when I was like 13. You don't think I actually needed so much help on my algebra homework, did you? What's the matter with you?" you said laughing

Peter was staring at you like you had just dropped from another planet.

"I-I just never knew you felt that way about me." he said, eyes still wide.

You rose your eyebrows at him. 

"Yeah, well, I was a kid. I also thought the tooth fairy was real. I grew up. Anyway, let's forget that I was once a pre-teen and move on."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows at you, but let the subject go. He walked quietly beside you and barely even acknowledged you when you turned into your calculus class, telling him you'll see him later. Confused, you shot a text to Ned.

Y/N: Dude Peter's being weird

Ned: He's always weird what's ur point? 

Y/N: true

Y/N: ur right, nvm I'll see u at lunch

Ned: cool

Accepting that Ned was right, you chose to forget about Peter and try to focus on the party that awaited tonight as your teacher started the lecture. 'Derivatives' you thought with a smirk, 'what child’s play”.

~TIME SKIP~

"Alright losers, we'll meet at Peter's place at 7 then, right?" you said as the three you you walked out of the school's parking lot.

"Yeah definitely. I'm thinking about bringing back my hat. Betty says it compliments my face structure, whatever that means." Ned said, earning a laugh form you. 

"Earth to Peter. You are being uncharacteristically quiet" you said to Peter who was staring into space as you walked.

"Sorry, right. My place at 7." he said, jolting from his daze.

You eyed him, but, before you could question his behavior, you heard a familiar honk and turned around to see Happy waiting for you. 

"I'll see you guys tonight." you said with a wave, and walked toward the car. 

Peter watched the car drive away, and as soon as it disappeared down the road, he turned to Ned. 

"Y/N used to have a crush on me!" he blurted out. 

Ned furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay, and?"

"What do you mea- she used to like me! Like, like me like me" Peter said 

Ned smirked 

"And you're so freaked out about this why?" 

Peter stared at him. "I don't know. It's just weird"

"Or is it because you just found out that the girl you are head over heels for used to have a crush on you?" 

Peter rolled his eyes. 

"I do not have a crush on Y/N, how many times to I have to tell you. And, anyway, I'm not freaked out, it's just weird." 

"Sure Peter." 

~TIME SKIP`

You knocked on the door to Peter's apartment and dusted yourself off, waiting for someone to answer. You were excited to get to the party and relax for the first time this week. You looked down at your outfit for about the millionth time and inspected it. You were wearing a black sheer long sleeve with a solid black stripe around your chest and a pair of distressed light wash skinny jeans and black platform doc martin boots.

You were adjusted the hem of your top when May opened the door and immediately enveloped you in a big hug. 

"Y/N how are you? I feel like I haven't seen you in so long." 

You had actually seen her last week, but you smiled at her comment. 

"I'm good May. Are the boys here?" you asked, walking into the apartment.  

"Yeah they are in Peter's room. Maybe you can help Peter find something to wear, he's more indecisive than I am." she chuckled. 

"I'll see what I can do." you said with a chuckle and walked toward his closed door but stopped when you heard them talking.

"It's obvious that you like her Peter, all you have to do is tell her.” you heard Ned say through the door. 

Peter had a crush on a girl? Why hasn't he told you about it? You didn't really know how to feel about this new information. Peter was your best friend and, sure he had every right to like who he pleases, but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt. You were always the only girl in his life, even when you were younger, and you couldn't imagine Peter with anyone else. I mean, you’re not dating or anything. But, it was not your decision to make, and with that final thought, you pushed your feelings aside and opened the door to reveal Peter standing in the middle of the room in just his boxers.

"Y/N!" he shouted, his face turning beet red. 

"Oh relax Peter, it's not like I've never seen you like this" you said with a playful smirk.

It was true, you were always the one to patch him up after a bad patrol. 

"Anyway, May told me that you couldn't figure out what to wear so I've come to the rescue." you said and walked past him to his closet. 

Peter, for the first time, realized what you were wearing and his face flushed even darker. He took in you sheer top that showed your stomach and back and the skinny jeans that accented your...

"Y/N you look really nice" Ned piped up from the bed, wiggling his eyebrows at his visibly flustered friend. 

"Aw thank you Ned" you said, turning from the closet with an armful of clothes which you handed to Peter who refused to meet your eyes.

 "Okay, put this on" you said to Peter, and walked out of the room to chat with May in the meantime. 

"May, has Peter talked to you about any girls recently?" you said as you walked into the kitchen where she was drying dishes. 

She looked up and gave you a faux look of surprise. 

"No, not recently. Why do you ask?" she said, handing you the plate she was holding. 

She, like Ned, also had her suspicions about the relationship between you and Peter. She’d always noticed the way Peter looks at you and the way his face just lights up whenever she mentions you. She, too, thought the pair of you would make a great couple.

You went to put the plate in it's respective cabinet and shrugged. "I don't know, I was just wondering." 

She smiled at you. "I don't know, I always thought he would end up with you." she said slyly, picking up another dish. 

Your eyes widened, and you were about to answer when Peter appeared in the doorway. He was wearing the simple outfit you had picked for him: dark blue jeans and a black tee shirt. You couldn't help but admire how the shirt accented his abs and his toned arms. 

"You look good Pete." you said and chuckled at the light blush that dusted his cheeks. 

"just one more thing" you said as you walked up to him and reached for his head. He leaned back and looked down at you in confusion. 

"Oh c'mon, don't you trust me? I won't bite." you said, smiling. 

He narrowed his eyes at you playfully, but leaned back toward you and you carded you fingers through his hair, mussing it up. 

You fixed you attention on his hair and you missed the way he closed his eyes and leaned into your relaxing touch. He was also acutely aware of how close you were to him and the intoxicating smell of your perfume. 

"You guys ready?" Ned said suddenly from behind, and you pulled away, ending the moment Peter was relishing. 

You stepped back and admired your work. "What do you think May?" you said without taking your eyes off of him. 

"He's never looked better" she replied teasingly and Peter rolled his eyes as you laughed. 

"Yeah, can we just go already?" he said, faking annoyance and smiled at you. 

"Yeah, let's go!" you said and you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door, Ned and May trailing behind you, sharing a knowing glance. 

You led him through the hallway, toward the exit and Peter tried his hardest to ignore the tingling in his hand as it held yours. He didn't want to admit it, but, recently, he couldn't remember what is was about you that reminded him of a sister. It was becoming harder to see you as the little 13 year old he used to know, but he couldn't tell Ned that yet. He didn't want to have to deal with any 'I told you so's right now, so he just relished the feeling of your hand in his and, for the first time this week, began to really look forward to the party. 

[julesthequirky]

Fall and Collide: One

When exploring an abandoned building said to be emitting powerful magical disturbances to the area surrounding, you fall through a portal into another world and into a perfectly quaint town, Mystic Falls. With no way to get back and no way to contact your cousins, you’ve nothing to do but kill time. 

W/C: 3,920

A/N: Please don’t kill me for this. 

Y/N

Sam said they would catch you up, as they had to finish a few things, but they would make it. You promised them you could handle it alone, but they insisted, but at least you could prove to them that you could do things without them. You didn’t need to be micromanaged.

The drive wasn’t long, and you planned on getting the job done before they got here. This was your chance. The house had caused a power outage to the whole block. Armed with your favourite weapon and torch, you were ready. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary and the entire house was silent. Slowly you made your way around the building expecting someone or something to jump out at you, but nothing did. There were no witches, no magical beings, nothing.

Nearing the last room, the hairs on the back of your neck rose making you shiver. That was odd. Looking in, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. It was still a dusty unused, aged room.

You walked through thinking nothing out of the ordinary. You walked through like you had walked through the past million or so doorways. However, no other doorway sucked you into a vortex that had you falling until another doorway opened. One minute you were screaming, hurtling through infinity and the next you were on the hard ground feeling as though every bone in your body had broken upon impact, having no idea where you were.

You groaned and rolled over onto your stomach, then picked yourself up off the floor and stretched, your back cracked loudly to which you were grateful. The days of sleeping in cheap motel beds had not been kind to your poor back.

Seriously? The first hunt alone and this happened. They would never allow you solo hunts ever.

You dusted yourself off and turned to look at how you came through. It was just a normal plain, old splintering door. Nothing out of the ordinary. You curled your hand around the handle and twisted, slowly opening it. On the other side lay an old disused bathroom. Gingerly you extended your hand past the frame. Nothing. There was no pull from the other side. You stepped in, expecting something. But nothing. This was not good. You couldn’t get back. You pulled your phone out of your coat pocket and called Dean, only to have a no signal beep at you. You looked at your handset. A box had popped up.

              SIM card unrecognised

You cussed in the quiet house. You would just have to figure this out. Hopefully getting out wouldn’t be a challenge. Finding the front door wasn’t a challenge but finding out it was locked was bad luck. You tried pulling hoping it would give way eventually. It didn’t. Beside the doors were windows. Thinking fast you kicked the window in, being careful to not cut yourself. You kicked more out the way so you could get out.

Putting your hands on the edge, you made sure you didn’t cut yourself, then hitched yourself up and jumped through. It was an easy jump and one you had made dozens of times. You walked across the lawn and onto the main road. Now it was just a matter of figuring out which way to go. Observing the cars for a couple of moments you ascertained that most were going in one direction. It was that way then. You had no idea how long it would take and hoped something would be able to tell you about where you were.

It wasn’t long when you saw the sign.

              Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia

You stopped and cocked your head. You had been in Virginia many times and never seen, let alone heard of Mystic Falls.

 Sam, Dean and Castiel

“Sam!” Dean yelled.

“Dean!” Sam yelled in response.

“Cas!” They yelled in unison.

“I’m alright, I’m over here!” He answered them and could year loud footsteps round the house.

Having gone through the portal, they all landed in different parts of the building they were in.

Castiel picked himself up and immediately knew something was wrong. He could no longer feel the grace that ran through his veins. He ached all over. Looking around, Sam and Dean were heading over to him.

“You alright, buddy?” Dean clapped him on the shoulder. Grunting, Cas turned to his friend.

“My grace is gone.”

Sam turned to Dean; both were confused.

“What do you mean it’s gone?” Dean asked

“Surely something like that can’t just disappear.”

“I don’t think we’re in our universe.” Cas worried.

“You mean like an alternate universe?”

Cas shook his head.

“A new one entirely, but I don’t get how. That’s got to be some extremely powerful magic, and we should find out who’s.”

“What?” Both Sam and Dean answered.

“We are not in either our world or any of the alternate one’s”

“How?”

Castiel shrugged. “A powerful witch maybe or it could just be a naturally occurring anomaly. We should find Y/N.”

Dean nodded.

“She’s probably freaking out.”

Sam shoved his hand in his pocket bringing out his phone, immediately taking note of the SIM card unrecognised message.

“Uh guys, my phone isn’t recognising my SIM.”

Dean checked his phone and so did Cas.

“Neither is mine.”

Cas shook his head.

“Great. Dumbass portal.” Dean muttered.

Heading down, they noticed a smashed window. Sam went over checking it out.

“All the glass is outside. Looks like Y/N left this way.”

Carefully Sam, Dean and Castiel exited the house.

“At least she didn’t have to struggle.”

“Sasquatch.” Dean laughed.

“Whatever.” Sam shook his head.

“That is the last time munchkin is hunting solo.”

Together they walked.

 Y/N

Once inside the gastro pub, the Mystic Grill, you headed over to the bar needing to contact someone. The bartender turned his attention to you as soon as he was done making someone else’s order.

“What will it be?”

“Do you have a phone? Mine has no signal and I- “

“Sure, it’s over there.” He pointed to the old handset on the wall.

“Thanks.”

You walked over and picked up the receiver whilst punching in Dean’s number. It rang a few times before it picked up.

“Dean! Thank God! -“

“Dean? No, I think you have the wrong number, miss.”

The line disconnected and you stood there looking like an idiot, just hearing the dial tone in your ear. Fuck. With no one to contact and to get back you were truly stuck. Your only hope was that they would find you. And quickly. You hung up the receiver and left.

You didn’t know this town and everything you knew was rendered useless. This was not your universe.

 Matt

After Y/N left he quickly grabbed his phone and sent a text.

              She’s back.

 Bonnie and Caroline

Bonnie felt her phone buzz and opened Matt’s text.

“Who’s it from?” Caroline asked intrigued.

“It’s from Matt.”

“And?” Caroline was insistent.

“She’s back.”

“What the hell does that even me- Ohh.”

Caroline and Bonnie looked at each other in realisation.

“Damon.” The eldest Salvatore came to Caroline’s mind.

“He can’t know.” Bonnie warned.

“So, then what do we do?” Caroline asked.

“I mean, I don’t see why everyone else can’t know.”

Caroline smiled at Bonnie’s comment.

 Rebekah and Elijah

“She’s back.”

Elijah looked up from his book, looking at his younger sister.

“She’s got a nerve.”

 Klaus and Stefan

There was no point in hiding the call as Stefan knew Klaus would overhear.

“She’s back. This doesn’t bode well.” Stefan said aloud.

“She’s going to regret coming back to Mystic Falls. I wonder what Damon will do when he finds out.”

“He mustn’t know.” Stefan warned Klaus.

“He’s going to finds out eventually and when he does, I can’t wait for that show to begin.”

 Alaric and Damon

Damon had left Alaric alone for a few to get himself another drink. He opened the message and nearly shouted for his friend until heeding the words in capitals.

              DAMON MUSTN’T KNOW.

So, she was back, and he knew when Damon found out he would lose himself.

 Y/N

You were lost and that was saying something in a town that was relatively small. You looked to the nearest person in the street and tapped the blonde on the shoulder.

“Uhm, excuse me.”

She turned to you a smile on her face, whereas her friend looked like she had seen a ghost.

“I was wondering where the nearest motel is.”

“Theres a B&B right around the corner, it’s the Mystic Inn, you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks. I can be totally oblivious sometimes.”

“You’re welcome.”

You waved bye before heading in the direction where the bed and breakfast was located.

 Bonnie and Caroline

“That was not a coincidence.” Bonnie stated as they stood there on the pavement watching her walk down the street.

“She didn’t even acknowledge us.”

Bonnie turned around to Caroline.

“Well, maybe she’s not Y/N. Think about it, we thought Elena only had a double, I mean it’s not entirely impossible.”

“Great, that’s all we need, another doppelgänger.”

  Y/N

Upstairs, you paced around the entirely of the small room. Now what? Start a new life? You had no idea when Sam, Dean and Castiel would get here. If they ever got here. You were here for a week and hoped to God they would come. Whilst you were waiting you had to do something. Becoming bored and getting impatient was not your thing. Hunting and hustling money was what you did best and something you needed to do.

In the evening you strode back into the Grill and ordered food and a beer. You dined alone which you hadn’t done in years. It was nice. For now. Maybe this was your chance at an apple pie life? It was a quaint town after all. Instantly you pushed that thought aside. You would be the one to choose when you got that life, not the universe.

After thanking the bartender, you made your way to the pool table. A couple of guys were already playing.

“Can I join you guys?”

They looked at you and guffawed.

“I’ll make it worth your time.”

They looked at each other.

“Let’s just entertain her, get her off our backs. We’ll totally wipe the floor with her.”

“We’ll see about that.” You smirked.

They abandoned the game that was already in play and started setting up a fresh one.

“Shall we play for money?” You suggested.

They both looked at you.

“Fine, but it’ll be your loss.”

“Game on boys.” You took a cue stick from one of the guys and started the game.

 After a few rounds you were winning.

“Hand it over, boys.”

They begrudgingly handed over the money.

“You’ll get the rest if you win the game.”

“Fine by me.” You were used to unfair tactics, there was nothing new there.

You smiled sweetly to them and upped your game, annihilating them.

“Now pay up.”

“Beginner’s luck.” One said.

“We can go again, if you like. Give you a chance to win your money back.”

They thought it through.

“Double or nothing?” You said as they were thinking.

“Sure, and you get the next round.”

“That’s fair.”

There was no way you were letting them win. Around, a small gathering had a crewed putting pressure on the guys as it was their local.

They never stood a chance. You trounced them and after gesturing for what you were owed you looked around the accumulation of people.

“So, who’s next?”

 Rebekah

The vampire watched from afar, sipping on an old favourite. The woman was good, better than good, actually. The Y/N she knew was terrible at pub games. She had terrible aim.

Her more level-headed brother sat beside her.

“Found anything out?”

“She’s amazing at hustling pool.”

“That’s not anything, Beka, the Y/N we once knew has been gone a long time. She could have picked up a few tricks in that time.”

“It’s better than what you have, ‘Lijah, besides when we knew her, she couldn’t even hold a cue stick let alone play the game.”

“Touché.”

“She’s won every game tonight, played double and on one occasion tripled the stakes. She hasn’t recognised the human behind the bar, or anybody for that matter. She’s also concealing a weapon, a simple handheld I’m guessing.”

“But why?”

“I don’t know, Elijah, I don’t have all the answers. One thing I do know is that she’s not wearing any vervain.”

Elijah deadpanned as he knew what was going through his sister’s head.

“Don’t.”

“Oh, come on. We can find out everything.”

“No.”

Rebekah pouted.

“You’re no fun.”

“You can befriend her, just no compulsion.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Fine, so what do we do about Damon? He’s going to find out soon enough.”

“Yes, that’s problematic, but hopefully by that time we will have enough information.”

Rebekah sighed, “I guess that’s my cue then.”

  Y/N

You pocketed the cash. Tonight, had been a success, but now the whole town knew just how good you were and would never play for money against you. It was a shame. You would just have to find legitimate ways of making money.

Sitting down you hailed the bartender and ordered another drink.

“Congratulations, by the way.”

The English accent took you off guard and you turned to the woman who had just spoken. She was a tall, blue-eyed blonde with wavy hair.

“Do you want a game too?”

“No, I was simply being nice.”

Now you felt bad.

“Sorry, I can be a bit of a bitch, sometimes. Let’s start over.”

She nodded.

“Thanks, and they were cakewalks.”

She smiled.

“Men are predictable, give them a few sweet words and a twinkle of an eye and they’re hooked.”

“Line and sinker.”

“It’s sad, really.”

You nodded a smile on your lips.

“I’m Rebekah.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. I just came into town.”

 Elijah

When she said her name, he frowned. It was not her. They shared the same first name, but she was not the Y/N they deemed her to be.

 Y/N

You said goodbye to Rebekah and left the local to go back to the inn.

“How was your night?” Mrs Flowers the owner of the B&B asked as you passed her.

“It was a successful night, thank you.”

“Goodnight, dear.”

“Goodnight to you too.”

You climbed the stairs to your room and after unlocking, you let yourself fall back on the bed. It had been one hell of a day. After closing your eyes, you were out for the count.

 Three days was all it took for you to tire of this town. The work was scarce which wasn’t helping, and you were running low on your cash reserve. It was still early days, but you couldn’t help fretting when they were going to come and bring you back. Having no way of contacting anyone was beginning to frustrate you to no end. Rebekah had laughed when you sheepishly mentioned that you didn’t have a phone. Well not one that worked. Only did she stop once she realised you were serious.

You headed down and said goodbye to Mrs Flowers. Outside Rebekah waited.

“Took you long enough.”

She looked you up and down.

“Don’t you own anything else? It’s decided, we’re going shopping.”

“But- “

“No buts, just let me take care of everything.”

You relented. It was easier just to let her do what she wanted. She had become a fast friend; one you had never had. She had rich girl vibes and was sometimes pushy, but it was always in your best interests. With her you were finding out more about yourself than you had when you were with your cousins.

“Why don’t we go out of town?”

“Oh, God yes!”

She smiled knowing you’d be relieved.

“Let’s go.”

Rebekah started walking and you followed her.

“So where are we going and how are we getting there? Is there a bus?”

“Ew, public transport, no.”

“Snobby much.”

“When you’re me, you’re allowed to be. My car is over here and the first chance I get, I’m ditching those clothes, it’ll be the last time I see that on you. And those boots have got to go. Grunge should stay in the nineties.”

You looked at them. Yes, they were worn, but they were comfortable.

“They’re comfy.”

“They’re ugly, and half of you looks like a lumberjack whilst the other half is living in the past.”

“Harsh.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

The walk was short, and her car was only around the corner. She unlocked it and you sat in the passenger seat.

“Do you do anything? For a living?” Rebekah asked nonchalantly as she sat in the driver’s side.

“Oh, it’s a family business thing. Start ‘em young kinda thing. Pest control, we tend do drive around a lot.”

“Pest control?”

“Yeah, the really big jobs, the ones that need specialist attention, we get the call.”

“Are you working now?”

You hesitated, trying to choose the right words.

“I was, but that kinda went pear shaped and now I’m just here.”

“Families suck sometimes.”

You nodded, agreeing. “But we’d do anything for them.”

“Yes, we would.”

You buckled yourself in ready for your trip.

“I have something for you. Since you don’t have one you can have an old one of mine.”

She handed you a smart phone.

“Bex, I can’t.”

“Yes, Y/N, you can, end of discussion. My number is already in there. I was getting tired of not being able to contact you. Now, say thank you and let’s move on.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Rebekah turned on the engine and started the drive out of Mystic Falls.

 Truth be told you hated shopping and whenever you tagged along with your cousins, you trailed after them like a little puppy.

Rebekah was holding up items against you, left, right and centre and asking for your input. You became overwhelmed and agreed on everything. She moved around the store quickly never stopping to reconsider anything.

Your eyes wondered, under the fluorescents everything looked prettier and brighter. Your eyes stopped on a black, velvet dress with full sleeves.

“Y/N, hey, where’d you go?”

She was beside you in an instant following your line of sight.

“That has been the first thing you’ve been interested in since we got here.”

“No, Rebekah, I don’t wear dresses.”

You had never worn a dress. There never was an occasion to.

“Well, now you do. And I don’t want to hear no.”

You said nothing. She picked the garment up and flipped it round.

“It’s backless. You do have taste.”

“Thanks for your support.” You retorted.

“Come on, were done here.”

She suggested you waited outside for her whilst she went to pay. She bargained that you would get to choose your shoes. It wasn’t fair but she insisted, so you agreed, and you didn’t have to wait long. As you were contemplating what was wrong with your boots, she came out arms laden with bags.

“Hey, I’ll totally pay you back.”

“No need just come by the Grill tonight and show off one of your amazing outfits that your awesome best friend bought you. Oh, and welcome to the twenty first century.”

 Rebekah

“She’s coming tonight, so don’t mess it up otherwise she’ll never speak to me again.”

She turned away from her mirror to her brother, Klaus.

“Oh, have you grown feelings for her? Need I remind you she’s not really your friend, Rebekah. Now that she’s got a phone, we can find out faster.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes at him.

“Of course not, Klaus, don’t be ridiculous.”

However deep down, she felt a twinge of sadness. They had met a few days ago and she enjoyed the company of Y/N, delighting in the simple girly activities they had participated in and associating with having a best friend. She wanted one. Badly.

“Good.”

“I don’t think she’s Y/N. Not the same one. She’s clueless, Klaus.”

“Well if it’s not her, then who is she and where did she come from?”

“I don’t know, and she hasn’t said.”

“Then find out.”

“For what purpose, Nik?”

“Just find it out, dear little sister.”

 Y/N

You were wearing the clothes she bought for you and was waiting for her to show. Your phone buzzed. It was from Rebekah.

I’ll be there, shortly.

You sighed and knocked your drink back.

 Damon

Something was going on. Everyone had been shifty as hell all week long and he’d had enough. It needed to stop.

Right now, Barbie and Stefan were in the house with him, but he knew it was a rouse. They were keeping an eye on him. He couldn’t stay any longer.

“I’m going. I don’t need to be a part of this menage a trois.” He said as he headed to the door.

“Wait, no.”

Caroline was in front of the door blocking his way.

“Out of my way, Blondie.”

“We’re all gonna play some party games.”

“Cut the crap. What has it been with everyone this week? You’re all hiding something and I’m going to get to the bottom of whatever the hell it is, unless someone starts talking.”

“Nothing’s up, what makes you think that?” Caroline asked as she casually leant against the wall.

“Because you’re in my way.”

He shoved her aside and proceeded to walk out the house. Both Stefan and Caroline met him outside.

“Don’t try and stop me, I’m stronger than both of you. Combined.”

“Damnit Damon, we’re trying to protect you.” Stefan said putting his hand on Damon’s arm.

“Well I don’t need protecting, Stefan. I don’t need you or anybody else looking out for me.” Damon pushed Stefan’s hand off him.

“We care, Damon. Damnit, we have to tell him Stefan.”

“Someone please start talking or I’ll start walking.”

Stefan looked between Caroline and Damon.

“She’s back.”

Before he could process what Stefan meant Caroline took the chance to fill the silence.

“Maybe, we don’t know for sure it’s her.”

Damon’s jaw tensed.

“She just looks like her, it might not even be her.” Caroline continued to ramble.

His eyes darkened as his face sterned.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. Damon think through this.” Stefan pleaded with his brother.

“I’m going.”

Before Stefan or Caroline could say another word, he left. When it came to her, he wouldn’t negotiate, nor could he think straight. He went to the place she would most likely be. The Mystic Grill. He had no idea whether or not she would actually be here. It didn’t take long for his brother or Barbie to follow and as predictable as ever they stood in his way.

“Don’t be an idiot Stefan. Don’t try and stop me.”

“Think this through.”

“She won’t know who you are. She didn’t recognise me or Bonnie.”

Damon looked at them both barely believing what he was hearing.

“You all knew.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Get out of my way.”

He barged through them and opened the door to his favourite drinking place and entered. He scanned the crowd stopping when he saw her sitting alone at a table, empty drink in hand. Everything he had suppressed from that night resurfaced and for a mere few seconds he was caught in a wave of emotions. Tears pricked at his eyes, anger boiled, and love blossomed. His chest tightened and hitched a breath in as he fought a tear that threatened to fall.

“Why is she here?”

[taelaxies]

Deeper

‘Are you f*cking my sister like you f*cked me?’ Summary: Your little sister introduces her new boyfriend to the family. But you already knew him. Very well. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader. Genre: Angst. Warnings: Mature language | Mentions of sex. 

A/N: So I was working on a Jungkook fic I’m writing, but suddenly my mind was like No girl, not today, and came up with this Taehyung oneshot. Sorry not sorry. Words: +2k.

Your sister finally introduced her new boyfriend to the family.

You found amusing how the bad boy you used to know, was now looking like a kind puppy sitting in front of you in your own house. It was not because of you, or course- It was because your father was scrutinizing him from the opposite side of the table.

The only thing you had to do, was saying the words ‘are you fucking my sister like you fucked me?’ in front of your dad, and Kim Taehyung would be gone and everything would turn out ‘fine’. The tragedy was, that if you did that your little sister would never forgive you. Lin always had a crush on him and that’s why you did not tell her what happened six months ago between the two of you.

You took a sip from your glass of water and focused on eating the dinner your mother had cooked for the special occasion. “Taehyung is in your class, Y/N? You didn’t say anything.” She asked genuinely curious, with a kind smile on her face.

You swallowed the food and shrugged, “There’s not much to say.” Taehyung glared at you from his seat and you added, “I’m sure my sister knows him… deeper than I do.”

An awkward laugh escaped from Lin and she nodded, “Tae said that Y/N once helped him with a school project, right?”

“She helped me - a lot. Y/N knows how it’s done,” he glanced at you, knowing what he was doing. There was no school project. He looked at your parents showing off his cute boxy shape grin, “she’s a great student.”

“Yeah you needed a lot of help. I always try to help students with low grades, it’s important for college.”

Taehyung’s grin disappeared and his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “The thing is that Y/N is really good with her hands.”

He watched you choke on the water you were drinking and kept talking, “She made this sculpture for art class, and the professor congratulated her in front of all of us.” he lied.

“Well, well.” Lin grabbed his arm and pouted, “Let’s stop talking about how good Y/N is and let’s talk about how good we look together.”

You wanted to get out of there.

You remained silent for the rest of the dinner, stuffing your mouth with food and keeping your eyes down on your plate.

That next Monday, you could not figure out what were you doing leaning against the wall, waiting for the basketball practice to finish. Your eyes followed his tall sweaty figure and admired the way his headband held his brown hair away from his face. A smug smirk spread on his lips when he noticed you there, with your arms folded on your chest and your eyebrows knitted.

The coach blew the whistle and it was over. Taehyung waved his hand saying bye to the other boys and grabbed a towel, pressing it against his face as he walked towards you. “Enjoying the view?”

“Is this a new game you’re playing? Because you should leave my little sister out of it.”

“This is not a game” he stated, throwing the towel on his shoulder and stepping closer to you.

“You mocked me sitting in my kitchen in front of my own parents with your new girlfriend next to you.” You spitted every word on his face, getting dangerously closer. His sweat mixed with cologne filled your nostrils and you decided to press yourself against the wall again, keeping a safe distance.

“You were the one who started.”

“Stay away from her, she might have believed your bullshit but I don’t. You have a different girl every week, and my sister won’t be one of them.”

You realized you two were alone in the gym when he pressed you against the wall, with his arms locked on the sides of your head. “You think you are ‘one of them’?”

“I’m not one of them, those girls would do whatever you want. I don’t like you. That night I was drunk and confused.”

“But I wasn’t drunk” he grunted, stepping away from you before turning around and leaving.

You stood there and rubbed your face with your hands, feeling how hot your cheeks were. What was he doing? What did that mean?

“What are you doing here?” Lin’s voice echoed in the empty basketball court. Her eyes scanned the place and a heavy sigh left her mouth when she found no one but you.

“The practice ended minutes ago.” you muttered.

“I see. Were you waiting for someone?”

“No, I’m just leaving.” You shooked your head and made your way towards the exit.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait.” She grabbed the sleeve of your shirt and stopped you. “I’ve been invited to a party this Friday, would you lend me your red dress?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She squealed with excitement, “You’re the best.”

Yeah, you were the best. The best liar.

Taehyung spent every afternoon in your house that week. Your parents loved that kind facade he offered with his handsome face.

He completely ignored you, and you ignored him. You catched your sister kissing him when your parents weren’t looking, and you found yourself staring at his jaw and how it moved up and down. You remember how his hands felt buried in your hair as you watched him do the same with Lin. What was wrong with you?

Jin invited you to the same party your sister was planning to go. You felt bad when you saw his sad eyes when you rejected his invitation. He never said anything but you knew he liked you, so you invented an excuse: “I’d love to go with you Jin, but I really have to study.” You were the best student of your class, so it was not hard to believe that your plan for a Friday night was staying at home with a book in front of your face.

However, like everything in your life since that family dinner, your plan was ruined when your phone rang.

It was 3 AM, and your hand explored the surface of your night table until your fingertips found the vibrating phone. Your eyes squinted when you read the name on the screen and accepted the call.

“Y/N?”

“Jin, what’s going on?”

“It’s your sister. I think you should come here.”

He did not have to tell you twice. Your parents were asleep, and that was how they should stay. You kept quiet while you looked for the keys and exited your house with your pijamas on. Luckily for you, the party was at a house not far from yours.

Just a few blocks with your parents’ car and you were there, hearing the loud music and the screams in the middle of the night.

As you enter the house, the faces (drunk and sober) turned to you - but you were only hoping to find your sister or Jin. You did find him, he had his back pressed against a door that looked like it was the bathroom’s.

“Finally” he muttered when he saw you.

“Is she in there?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “She’s very drunk. She said she wouldn’t unlock the door if you weren’t here.”

You stepped closer to the door and spoke loudly against it. “Lin! It’s Y/N! C’ mon, let’s get you home!”

The door didn’t open at first, and you were about knock when your sister’s crying face peered through it. She barely could stand on her feet, she was holding on to the door since it was the only way she could keep her body straight. Your red dress was soaked in alcohol and her hair was a mess. “You bitch!” She yelled pointing a finger at you. “It’s- you- fault!”

You hardly understood what she was trying to say between her sobs, but you knew that your sister was in that state because of him. Kim Taehyung.

Lin tried to walk in your direction but failed and fell, fortunately, in Jin’s arms.

“Get her in the car.” You told him and he nodded.

Your blood boiled under your skin as your eyes looked desperately for that annoying beautiful face that caused all this disaster. But he was not there.

You checked the bedrooms upstairs and interrupted a couple having sex in one of them, but there was no signs of Taehyung.

You decided to take care of that problem later, and focus on helping your sister now.

When you arrived, she had fallen asleep at the back of the car, and Jin was waiting for you with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. You thanked him for everything and he offered his help to get your sister out of the car later, but you told him you could take care of it.

And you did, sighing with relief when her sleeping figure was finally on her bed, in the safety of your house.

It was 4:30 AM when her phone rang this time. You took it from her purse and you were about to turn it off when you saw it. The message.

Tae Tae (4:30 AM)

I’m outside your house, r u ok? 

You thanked God for your parents and their deep sleep when you rushed out of the house, and met a tall man wearing a grey hoodie standing on the street.

“Is Lin alr-”

The palm of your hand crashed against his cheek, leaving a red mark on his face. “What the hell were you thinking?! What did you tell her!?”

He gulped and caressed his reddened cheek with his hand. “I told her the truth,” his voice sounded deeper than usual, “It was before the party. She went inside and I went home. Namjoon called me saying he saw you and Jin carrying her totally wast-”

“What did you tell her, Taehyung?”

You knew. He told her what you two had done. You could read it in his sorry eyes.  “I told her that the only reason I dated her was because I wanted to be close to you.”

Tears started to blur your sight and you shooked your head no, “You are so full of bullshit,” you sobbed.

“I can’t get you out of my head since that night, Y/N. And you acted like I was nothing to you after that and I-”

“And you thought that fucking my sister would make me love you or something?”

“I haven’t fucked your sister, I haven’t fucked any of that girls I dated since you! It’s just… you kept ignoring me, and I was going crazy about you.” He confessed.

He sounded desperate. He cupped your face with his hands and gave you a meaningful look. “Listen, I didn’t know she would react like this and I’m so sorry.” Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m so sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“You are.” you cried.

“Please, I just want to be close to you.” He whispered. “Please. I’ll do anything. Please.”

 You could not forgive him, even though that night your heart was beating like crazy in your chest.

Your sister pretended that Taehyung did not exist. She told you you were right, he was a jerk that played with a different girl every week. She forgave you, treating you like another one of his ‘victims’ and in no time, she was her usual self and she was crushing on another boy from her class.

But for you, Taehyung existed now.

You watched him running towards you after his practice, with his sweaty hair on his face.

“You came!” He smiled, panting for breath and pressing the towel on his forehead.

Since that messy night, Kim Taehyung was determined to make you forgive him. He stopped seeing girls, even though girls kept throwing themselves at him. His grades were better and his main focus was in basketball.

“I’m here.” You sighed.

His grin made his face look like a five-year-old boy and your heart melted.

“So…” he studied your face and picked his words carefully, “does this mean I can finally take you to a date? I’ve been working hard this last month.”

“You have.” You agreed, taking a step closer. He pouted in front of you and you chuckled, “Yes, you can take me to a date now,” you bit your lip and wrapped your arms around his neck.  “I think we should talk and get to know each other… deeper.”

“Fuck, don’t say it like that. I might try to kiss you”

“You should try harder.”

“You asked for it.”

His lips slammed against yours and your back hit the wall. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and it felt just like you remembered. You felt his tongue in your mouth and moaned quietly causing him to smile into the kiss. “You are such a tease, Y/N. Another moan like that and I won’t make it to that date.”