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[mitch-the-simp]

Desencanto (Encanto Dark AU)

(AKA Camilo smokes weed AU)

(This takes place in a more modern Encanto; around the early 2000s)

Summary/Desc:

When a family is pushed beyond their emotional limits, sometimes they don't recur to the most healthy things to cope with the pressure and pain. But what if the Madrigal Family took to the worst ways to cope, only causing their situation to become worse and their family more dysfunctional.

Chapter One: Just Another Morning In La Casa Madrigal (Section Two: Dolores)

(Song to set the mood)

Dolores fixed her hair as she stared at herself in the restroom mirror. She was hanging out with Isabela. She could hear her cousin's fingers tapping at her phone's keyboard.

"It's ok Dolores, you'll be ok, girl." She told herself. She applied more lipstick and then popped her lips confidently. She quickly walked out of the restroom and sat next to Isabela. "I'm back, sorry."

"Oh our drinks got here," Isabela informed her. She took a picture of her berry smoothie and posted it on her Instagram.

"Ooh! Nice!" Dolores cheered as she took a sip of her cherry kiwi smoothie.

"By the way, why did you leave?" Isabela asked.

"Ugh, it's because Mom is worried sick because Camilo, that idiot, didn't come home last night, and he finally answered his phone after I called him like fifty times. He went to a house party last night and got drugged and drunk. And obviously, he passed out." Dolores ranted as she rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, little siblings, huh. Gotta hate those little, annoying bitches." Isa rolled her eyes as she sipped on her smoothie.

What does Isabela have that she didn't? Why would her crush for years decide she was the one for him? She was as beautiful as Isabela. Was it because she gossiped a lot? Because she could hear everything?

"Anyway, I just heard a few things that might pique your interest, Isa." Dolores spoke, pushing her thoughts aside.

"Oh~ Do tell!" Isabela smiled mischievously.

"Well, rumor has it that Cornelia, the girl whose mom is a baker, is sleeping with Aaron.~" She chuckled.

Isabela gasped, "Isn't Aaron married?!"

"Oh, he sure as hell is." Dolores said, casually taking a sip from her smoothie.

"Girl, this is juicy!" Isabela spoke in excitement.

"You didn't hear it from me, girl.~" Dolores winked.

"Oh, I didn't hear it at all.~" Isabela winked back, then she picked up her phone and typed.

Dolores tried to see who she was talking to, and behold, she was talking to Mariano.

🌹Babe🌹: Hi beautiful 💖

🌹Babe🌹: Are you free tomorrow for a date?

Isabela smiled and typed back.

Dolores didn't even wanna know what she told him. For the first time in her life, she admitted she was extremely jealous of her cousin. Why was she still hanging out with her? That perfect little bitch... But... she hadn't done anything directly to her. But for some reason, she could feel her heart loathe her.

After all... she has kissed her boyfriend and soon-to-be fiance. It was an unexpected kiss. They were alone outside the house and it sort of just happened. They both decided not to talk about it, but it had set Dolores' heart aflame. And the more she kept it to herself, the bigger the flame got. She most definitely wanted more, but she couldn't just go up to him and ask him for another one.

She had to leave though because she was getting dangerously close to hating Isabela for no reason. "Ugh! Sorry girly, mom is calling me again. I have to go. I think Camilo got home too... ugh..." She groaned.

"Ugh, that sucks. Oh well, I'll be hanging out with Mariano if you need me." Isabela smiled at her.

Dolores smiled back as she got up, leaving tip for the waiter. "Bye!" She waved at Isabela.

Isabela waved back as Dolores did her best to make more distance between them. She was out in the town square. She could hear it all from there. Well, she could hear it all from anywhere. But everything was much louder and overwhelming here. She covered her ears, crying bitterly. She hated it! She was lying to her cousin. She was in love with her boyfriend and was starting to hate her for that.

What was wrong with her!?

She ran back into the Madrigal house and shut the door behind her. She had to do something about this, but what?

Thanks for the support! Here's the next part. I'm starting more drama >:)

Anyway, thank guys, and remember that I'm always open to suggestions. And if you wanna suggest anything to add to this AU, go ahead!

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Off Limits (Spencer Reid) #17

A/N: This is the last official chapter of Off Limits!! The next will be the epilogue. I wanted to drag out the story a little more but I thought it would be good to end it here. 

I can not thank you guys enough for all the love and support of this fanfic. I love each and every one of you! 

Be on the lookout!!! In the next couple of days, I will be posting the first chapter of a Spencer Reid Mini Series (thinking 3 or 5 parts). As well as some Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan Imagines. If you would like to request one, you go right ahead! Send me who you would like with a plot and I will do my best to fit your needs. 

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Tag List: @on-my-way-to-erebor​ , @haileymorelikestupid​ , @angryknightstatesmantrash​

NOT MY GIF

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Ava laid awake that night, her mind drifting to the woman on the telephone asking for Spencer. She knew Spencer. He wouldn’t do something to destroy their relationship. Ava didn’t have the best luck with men in her life. So, she had trust issues. Spencer knew that and had promised from the beginning he’d never hurt her in that way. Spencer had changed her thoughts on men. He shown her not all men are assholes and that there are still good ones out in the world.

She glances over at his sleeping figure. She can see the soft rise and fall of his chest. She sighs softly before turning over on her side, putting her thoughts aside, she drifts to sleep.

~

The next morning, when Ava arrived to the BAU, Penelope had greeted her at the door, “Hey girlie, what are your plans today after work?” She linked her arm with Ava’s.

“Um, I’m not sure.” Ava shrugs, “I have to pick up Matthew from daycare and then I guess I’ll go home.” She looks at Penelope questionably, “Why?”

Penelope shrugs, “I’m in need of a girl��s day! Or evening for that matter. I need to get my nails done and wanted to do some shopping. Care to join?”

Ava raises an eyebrow, “Will there be wine involved?”

Penelope laughs, “yes my sweet friend. We can get dinner and have one or a few glasses of wine.”

Ava nods, “I will definitely join.”

~

The woman at the jewelry store had called to tell him the ring was ready to be picked up, so now it was time to plan how that night would go. Penelope was to take care of Ava this evening, while he planned the most important evening of his life with Emily and JJ. He had to admit, he was already nervous just planning. If he was nervous only planning the evening out, how would he be in that one moment?

~

Ava and Penelope sat at a restaurant inside the mall. They’d got their nails done then went shopping. Penelope found her a few shirts and such and then had talked Ava into buying this beautiful red dress. She’d spotted it in the window and Penelope dragged her into the store to try it on. It had fit her perfectly and she loved it. It was the first time she’d tried on something and felt beautiful after having Matthew. However, she did not love that price. Penelope talked her into it, saying it could be a treat yourself gift after having Matthew. Ava agreed, nodding with a “Treat yourself!” She knew if Spencer found out how much she’d spent on the dress, he’d probably faint. One needs to splurge every once and a while though.  

Ava handed the waiter her menu and he walked off to put in their order.

“Penelope, something’s been bothering me.”

“What is it? Tell me about it!” Penelope takes a sip of her wine and leans against the table.

Ava sighs, “Spencer was in the shower the other day and he received a call from a number I didn’t recognize. So, I answered, just incase it had something to do with his mother and a young woman came over the phone, asking for Spencer by his first name. When I told her who I was she quickly ended the call, saying she had the wrong number.”

Penelope raises an eyebrow, taking another sip of her wine, “Did you ask Spencer about it?”

Ava shakes her head, “I didn’t want to start anything. We’ve been pretty rocky recently.”

Penelope waves her hand, “I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s Spencer. I mean he’s completely head over heels in love with you.”

Ava takes a sip of her wine. Maybe Penelope was right. She really didn’t have anything to worry about.

~

Ava stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking off her makeup, when Spencer walked in and looped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, “Let’s go out this weekend.”

She looks at him through the reflection of the mirror, “yeah?”

He nods, kissing her shoulder, “We deserve a night to ourselves. We can get all dressed up. I’ll make reservation somewhere.”

She smiles and leans back into him, “Gives me a chance to wear what I bought today then.”

He gives her a squeeze, “It’s a date then.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around his neck, “You’re something else, you know that Dr. Reid?”

He chuckles, planting a kiss on her nose, “I try.”

~

Penelope had offered to watch Matthew for them. She’d come over and Spencer was going through all the details of caring for him. Fixing his bottle, how much to feed him, when to feed him, where everything was, such as diapers and wipes.

Spencer glanced at the bedroom door where you were getting ready and looked back at Penelope, “Everything is all set for tonight?” He whispers.

She smiles and nods, “it’s going to be perfect.”

The bedroom door opens and the moment you walk out he’s stunned. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. She’d took his breath away in that tight red dress. It hugged her body, outlining her figure. She had curled her hair and it fell neatly over her shoulders. Her face was dolled up with the perfect amount of make-up. How the hell did he get so lucky?

He looked so handsome she thought her knees would buckle. Maybe they should cancel dinner and just stay at home. In bed. All night long. It had been a little bit since she’d seen him dress up this nice. He wore a suit, black, with a white collared button down. Since Matthew had been born, Spencer had grown his hair out. It was curly and the ends barely touched his shoulders. He’d combed it back out of his eyes instead of letting it fall freely.

Ava blushed seeing Spencer’s shocked face. She glances down at her dress, hiking it up a little so it wouldn’t drag the floor as she walked over, “Is it too much?”

Spencer gulps and shakes his head, “No no. You look…” He rakes his eyes over her, “Perfect.”

“Spencer, you got a little drool on the corner of your mouth.” Penelope teased, which earned a glare from Spencer.

“Shall we go before we miss our reservation?” Ava asks.

Spencer nods, “I went over everything with Penelope. She knows what to do with Matthew and where everything is.”  

“Ok great.” Ava looks at Penelope, “Thank you so much for watching him. I promise we should be back before 10.”

“Take your time. Have fun you two!” She calls out as the two of them walk hand in hand out the door.

~

“So, where are we going?” Ava asks as he climbs into the driver seat next to her.

He smirks, starting the car, “That is a surprise.”

~

He pulled the car into the parking lot and she immediately recognized where she was. Her heart swelled at the memory. He’d brought her to the restaurant they’d went on their first official date. She bit her lip and looked at him, he just winked and got out of the car, walking to her side. He opened the door for her and held his hand out of her.

“Spencer Reid, you amaze me every day.”

He smiles and holds his arm out for her, then the two of them walk in. Instead of sitting out on the covered patio like last time, the hostess led them passed the patio to a garden area that looked over the river. The sun had just begun to set. There were café lights draped around the garden. A table big enough for just two, sat in the middle. The table was set with a white tablecloth, a vase of one rose and two tall candles sat on either side of the vase. There was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. Music played softly in the background.

He led her to the table and pulled out the chair for her. “Spencer Reid.” She looked at him as he sat across from her.

“Yes, love?”

“You did not do all this for me.”

He smiles at her, reaching across the table and taking her hand in his, “You deserve a special night. You deserve the best.”

She shook her head, looking around at the garden and the view of the river, “This is breath taking. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

He was nervous and he hoped she hadn’t noticed. He watched as she admired everything. He’d planned all this for her. He wanted the night to be perfect. And with the help of Emily and JJ, and of course Penelope, it was. His heart fluttered. This was it. This was his moment. He stood and held out his hand, “May I have this dance?”

She smiled, taking his hand, “Why of course.”

He twirled her when she stood then pulled her to him. She giggled putting her hand around his neck. The two of them slowly swayed to the music.

He brought his forehead down to hers and closed his eyes, “Ava?”

She hummed in response, pulling back a little to look at him.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. That day you walked into the BAU and I saw you, I fell for you.” He shook his head, chuckling a bit, “I knew right then you were the one. Every day after that, I fell for you even more. You have made the happiest man. You’ve given me a beautiful son. You’ve been my sunshine on the darkest days. And I want to make this forever.” He nervously gulps and pulls something out of his pocket.

Ava’s eyes filled with tears in realization at what was happening, “Spencer…”

He slowly gets down on one knee in front of her. His eyes meet hers, “Ava Camp, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He pops open the box.

She gasps putting her hands over her mouth in shock. She didn’t even think twice about the answer. He was her future. He was her one and only. Her forever.

“Yes! Oh my god yes!”

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Epilogue will be posted next. 

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Why is it hard for people to be themselves in the industry? And does the industry allow it?

I will admit I have been sleeping on Ed Sheeran and not just his music, but him in general. He is one of the few artist that is successfully himself. He put out his recent album No.9 Collaboration. 

Not only does he take different direction in music for himself he collaborates with numerous artist to create a DJ Khaled style album. However, he puts his own spin on the style. He ACTUALLY sings on them unlike DJ (subtle drag). 

I want to talk about the question in the title though.... If you’re here because you follow the page, care about the industry and educating yourself more on how it works, or you just stumbled upon it.... Welcome! I’m not the most knowledgable, but who is?

Recently Ed did an interview with Charlamagne tha God, for typing sake we will refer to him as CTG, ok? ok. The interview is basically a commentary for the project in video format. CTG asks him a question referring to the project, track by track, and Ed answers the question. He discusses lyrics and the meaning behind the people he chose to work with. One section of the interview was interesting though and immediately caught my attention. 

The specific thing I’ll be talking about is found around 34:50-36:04 . Ed talks about Beautiful People ft Khalid. In that conversation he speaks about how much he hated living LA and NY because of the fact that there was always something going on. There was always a party or an event that was happening. It was/is a constant cycle. 

This immediately made me think about Real Friends by Camila Cabello. Which in the lyrics she talks about LA and the idea of it being a paper town where everything is just for show. This is when things got interesting.

CTG asked Ed, “Why is it hard for people to be themselves in the industry? And does the industry allow it?”

Ed answered the question from his personal experience and I really loved it. He goes on to talk about how it is possible and there is a space for it in the industry, but that person would have to be successful as themself. Basically if you put on an act you can still be successful, but it’s tricky to get out of. 

By that and what he said afterwards I can assume he means you can definitely be successful as something else, but once you realize maybe you aren’t happy acting like someone you're not its hard to get yourself out the situation. 

So now this poses a completely separate question of if someone goes into the industry young and impressionable do they get to decide? 

Fifth Harmony (the girls involved), Miley Cyrus, even Justin Bieber for example they came into everything young. Miley was acting and had this Disney image to breakout of as well as many other Disney stars. At some point she had her moment of wanting to be Miley not Hannah and so she went and made noise the only way she knew how. With her music. She changed her style and how she was perceived to the public so she could break out of that mold. Now her numbers may not be the same, and she may not top the charts all the time or as often, but she found her own definition of success.

Justin Bieber, he came into the industry really early as well. Most people hated him at first. He had an annoying girly voice (they said). He has topped the charts his ENTIRE career and even when he comes back and does something like go on stage at Coachella with Ariana Grande or feature on a song with Ed it’s huge. That’s just the person he is. However, during the Purpose era til now he had this big moment of I want to do what makes me happy. So he got married and does features here and there. Does he still cause the occasional trouble? Absolutely, but he had his moment. He has taken a break to get his actual life on track. Music isn't about the money or the numbers anymore he wants a family and to do what he loves with the people he loves. 

Now 5h that's tricky. This situation is completely out of pocket. I have to take it a part. This group was first of all not formed because they were all close friends who knew the others could sing. This was manufactured. They signed contracts and are wrapped up in stuff that would take a lot of words to explain and I just don't feel like it. I’ll mince the words up though. 

Camila and Lauren were always the ones who were seen as the success of the group. Basically the Beyonce and Kelly, if you will. Ally, Normani, and Dinah were theoretically being thrown to the dogs (tragic). Where the label Syco/Sony saw weakness they saw something else. Those three are now doing their own thing. Out of their contracts and making music they like. They didn’t have the big moment per say rather they couldn’t leave on their own, but they have the opportunity now. 

Lauren and Camila are a different story though. 

Most people know the rumors Camila maybe gay or bi idk her story but that's the guideline. Even the gp is picking up on that .... but I digress. 

Lauren was able to come out as Bi after being told in short terms, maybe lets hold off. Some people in her family even advised her against it. But here we are. Homegirl hasn’t popped on the charts yet. Don’t comment that she has because GP barely heard Expectations. RELAX. Its the truth.

My point is she is getting new management and MAYBE...... she will be able to find her definition of success with music she makes and has say in. She was labeled the more rebellious one of the group and it has already been interesting to watch her grow. She has a huge interest in politics and advocating for people who don’t have as a big a voice as hers. She uses her voice for good and I admire that a lot. This is one of her hopefully many steps to being the person she wants to be. 

Now Camila...... I don’t even know. I’m confused. She has a lot going on right now. There’s definitely honesty in her music and she seems genuine. Ed even talks about her in his interview. He said she is very sweet, talented, and genuinely a nice girl..... It throws me off. The narrative that her team gives her or really anyone who isn't able to be authentically themselves in the industry. It’s really crazy when you think about it like this. 

She just wants to make music. She’s honest about her life experiences in interviews. Yeah she doesn't say everything, but nobody would. She’s not chasing the fame I don't think. I think the people behind her are though. She really looks exhausted half the time she's on tour or promoting something. Don’t even get me started on the Shawn thing. 

If it was genuine I don't think they would be parading it around. Don’t come at me in the comments either with the “you don’t know her”. I am more than aware that I don't, however the things people say about her makes it seem as though she is a woman of her word (when they aren't written for her of course). So when she says she wants to keep her relationships private, if she can, I truly believe that. When she said that Shawn is like her brother, and talks about the kind of love she's had for him previously, it’s very hard for me and many others to believe this relationship is anything more than promotion. Her choice or not. 

I have nothing against them, if they are happy whatever, but the way Camila has acted in the past about things and the excitement and joy she has about basic things aren't the same excitement I’ve seen now. 

Her image is the only thing that is stopping her from having that big moment. Her music is honest, real, and raw. You can tell that by the way she talks about the lyrics she writes. And the experiences behind the songs. She obviously puts all of herself into it. I just hope that she and any of the other people who are in her situation get the chance to enjoy that space that Ed talks about. A space where she can be completely herself. 

I hope they find their version of success. 

[dancingwithdylan21]

I Fucking Knew It

Summary: It’s Thanksgiving at the Stilinski household and a certain guest catches Stiles’ attention.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Stiles x Reader

Prompt: “I won’t tell anyone that you’re scared of a girl.”

~

A sense of calm washes over Stiles Stilinski as he sets foot inside his Beacon Hills childhood home. The delicious aroma of turkey is wafting throughout and it immediately overtakes him. Not wasting any time, he hightails it towards the kitchen to visit with his favorite person of all time. 

“Hey Mom! Happy Thanksgiving!”

Claudia beams at the sound of her son’s familiar voice and pulls him into a tight hug, “Hi honey! I’m so glad you made it home.”

“Me too.” He delivers with a warm smile before kissing her on the cheek.

Unfortunately Stiles has been missing in action lately, he hasn’t celebrated a holiday with his family in some time. His crazy consuming job at the bureau keeping his ass in Washington DC for the last year.

“Who’s coming today?” Stiles asks twisting the cap off of a frosty beer. “Anyone good?”

“Everyone! They’ll all be happy to see you.“

“Naturally.” He smirks before chucking a cube of cheese into his mouth, earning himself an eye roll from Claudia.

The house soon starts bustling as family and friends start to pile in with goodies in hand. The constant focus on Stiles is overwhelming him to say the least - how many times does he have to answer the same shit?

The agent sneaks away to the kitchen for alone time, only to find his long time best friends making out aka devouring each other, "What the fuck, guys. People eat in here.” He scrunches up his face at Scott and Alison.

Scott detaches from his girlfriend’s lips, “Yeah I was just about to eat something.” He winks making Alison giggle.

“Stop it right now. I refuse to be nauseous on Thanksgiving!” Stiles huffs loudly. 

“Dude, chill...” 

“No, McCall. There’s way too many delicious things to eat...”

Claudia grins walking into the room, the sound of the two boys bickering is oddly comforting. It’s finally feeling like old times again around here. The couple start laughing on their way out of the kitchen making Stiles finally smile with victory. 

"The Andersons just came in the door.” Claudia informs checking on the cinnamon cookies in the oven. "Stiles go say hi to Y/N and see what she wants to drink.”

A confused expression breaks out on the agent’s face, "Who?” He moves around the corner, not prepared for what he’s about to see.

You’re easily the most gorgeous girl that Stiles has ever laid his eyes on and it makes his heart speed up. He’s been staring, not even aware until you break him out of his trance with a friendly wave. A nervous smile appears on his lips before rushing back into the kitchen.

"Smooth, moron.” Stiles groans to himself.

“What does she want?” Claudia wonders with her back to him.

“Huh?” Stiles says distracted.

“What does Y/N want to drink?” His mom sighs, wiping her hands on the apron that she’s wearing.

"I didn’t ask.” Stiles answers with a frown. "Who is she?”

Claudia halts her movements, locking eyes with her son like he’s a mad man, "She lived down the street, sweetheart. You two played video games constantly. Almost everyday.”

“Wait what…”

“I always had to yell about going out and getting some fresh air.” She finishes with a chuckle.

"That's…there’s no way that’s her.” Stiles adds with wide eyes, his mouth now turning dry.

“Yup. That’s her.”

“But she moved away in the eighth grade with her family. I never saw her again.” Stiles squints at his mother, trying to search for any signs of a lie.

“I know. She moved back about a year ago. You’d know that if you ever came home for the holidays.” Claudia sasses with a hand flying to her hip.

Stiles ignores his mom’s comment, too distracted when the image of you as a kid pops into his head. "She was such a tomboy. I forgot she was a girl most of the time.” Stiles adds surprised.

“Not anymore.” Mary sing songs, unable to hold back a laugh over her son’s deer in headlights look.

Stiles is unbelievably caught off guard, still not convinced that you’re the girl who he spent countless hours with. There’s really only one way to find out the truth. He’s going to test you. First he just needs to find the balls to approach you.

"Hi Mary!” You stroll into the kitchen wearing an infectious smile, not missing how your childhood friend tenses up.

“Hi sweetie! You look beautiful.” She greets, wrapping her arms around you for a hug.

Stiles gives you a quick smile when you turn towards him but it barely lasts before he looks away. Well this is strange, you’ve always heard that he’s such a ladies man. It definitely doesn’t seem it though.

You’re about to strike up a conversation with Stiles when Scott mischievously barrels into the room. Without warning, he hoists you up off the ground making you squeal in surprise. When he finally sets you down, you notice that Stiles has weirdly disappeared. 

“Need any help?” You ask Claudia, giving Scott his cue to excuse himself before he’s put to work as well.

“You can move the cinnamon cookies onto a platter.” She gestures to the baking sheets behind her. "It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Stiles huh?”

“Yeah. Seems like forever ago.” You admit. “He seems sorta…quiet. Which I didn’t expect because I’ve heard that he’s a real charmer. And also always talking.”

Claudia bursts out laughing, "Yeah. I usually can’t get the boy to shut up. I think it’s because of you.” She playfully winks.

“Me?” You furrow your brows.

“My ridiculous son doesn’t believe that you’re the girl who grew up down the street.”

“Huh.” You giggle softly. “That’s funny.”

~

Stiles searches like crazy for his best friend, finally spotting him hanging out in the backyard. "Ya know the girl that you picked up in the kitchen?”

"Uh yeah…” Scott shoots him an amused look. "What about her?”

“My mom said that she’s the Y/N from when we were younger but it’s not, right?” Stiles studies his reaction closely.

Scott knows what he’s about to do is wrong but he can’t help himself, “Nah. Different Y/N. Your mom always gets the two confused, man.”

“That makes more sense! There’s no way that’s the same girl.” Stiles snickers at him.

Scott refrains from rolling his eyes, a smirk then appears when he sees you walking in their direction. His friend soon catches on, resulting in opposite reactions from each guy.

“Hey.” You grin wide at them, getting a friendly smile from Scott and an awkward one from Stiles.

A ringtone breaks the silence causing Stiles to veer off to the side to answer it. He starts pacing as he talks, his unusual amount of energy is definitely entertaining you.

"Is he always this weird, Scotty?”

“Yup.” He cracks a knowing smile. “It’s worse than normal because of you though.”

“That’s what his mom said too! I don’t get it.” You sigh watching Stiles.

Scott shrugs, "Just a heads up…he asked if you were really the Y/N from down the street. I may have lied and said no.”

“McCall!” You gasp causing you both to erupt into laughter.

“I know, I know. He makes it too easy sometimes.”

“Jeez. Was I that shitty looking back then?” You frown getting a shocked reaction from Scott.

“Not at all, Y/N.” He assures you. “You were just different than the other girls we were around. All they cared about was makeup and going to the mall. You were more into sports and video games.”

"Yeah that’s true…”

“Plus you always wore your brother’s clothes for some reason.” Scott chuckles at the memory.

“Yeah well…I hated all the girly shit back then. My brother’s t-shirts had skulls and stuff so I liked them. My mom wouldn’t buy them for me.” You explain with a giggle.

Stiles ends his call and heads back over to you both, the action makes Scott suddenly announce that he needs more beer. Awesome. Now you and Stiles are standing here alone.

So…you gonna talk to me or run away again?” You speak up with a giggle.

Stiles hesitates then rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t run away, Y/N.”

You shrug lazily, “Don’t worry, dude. I won’t tell anyone that you’re scared of a girl.”

Stiles’ demeanor instantly shifts, he smugly cocks his head at you, "Oh please, sweetheart. No one would believe you.”

Well shit. There’s the Stiles that you’ve heard so much about. That seems to break the ice and you both continue on with the small talk. But in the back of Stiles’ mind, he keeps wondering if maybe you are the girl from his childhood.

Back then you two were very competitive and constantly played Mario Kart on Wii. He always picked Mario and you always picked Luigi. You both would trash talk all day about whose choice is better.

Even when you weren’t playing, Stiles would randomly exclaim “Mario!” making you always shout “Luigi!” in response. He finally decides it’s now or never to man up and test you about his possible theory.

“Mario.” Stiles states casually, no doubt now eyeing you.

“What?” You play dumb like a pro but it’s literally killing you to not scream "Luigi”.

“Um…”

“Did you say Mario?” You quirk an eyebrow at the brunette. He clears his throat loudly with a slight redness flushing his cheeks.

“Uh...”

“Who’s that?” You question innocently.

Stiles shakes his head at you, "Never mind.” He’s now avoiding eye contact and it’s the cutest thing ever.

You offer him a kind smile and continue to pretend that you’re clueless. Up until a minute ago, the dynamic between you and Stiles drastically improved. It definitely helped when he became less scared of you.

You find yourself sneaking peeks at Stiles, his handsome features almost leaving you breathless. Of course he’s guilty of doing the same thing, trying hard not to get caught.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” Stiles inquires with a boyish grin.

“I’d love to.” You sweetly peck his cheek then start walking backwards. "I’m gonna run inside and grab us a snack. Ok?”

You spin around fast, not allowing Stiles to respond before you rush off towards the deck. After a quick glance at him, you start climbing up the stairs and then pause at the slider door. Without a second thought, you peer over the deck railing and call Stiles’ name.

"One more thing…”

“Yeah?”

“Luigi!” You exclaim proudly before booking it into the house with a laugh.

Stiles’ mouth drops open at your confession, "I fucking knew it.” He chuckles to himself.

~

Masterlist 

[whereisten]

Kismet

Summary: After years of struggling to make it on your own, your life was finally on track-that is—until soul-collector Taeyong comes to derail it. Taeyong decides to give you a second chance at life—with a catch.

Genre: A LITTLE OF EVERYTHING, sci-fi, powers

Warning: Mentions of Death, Language, Alcohol, Sex, this writing in no way represents the members mentioned, all events are fake.

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Part One: The Wedding

Word Count: 2,000

You were afraid that if you looked at the clock again, time would actually reverse itself instead. It was only 8’o clock in the evening, but your cousin’s wedding reception was tiring and you felt the need to finally retire for the night. You sat by yourself and enjoyed the music, tapping your feet to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, one of your cousin’s favorite jams. You reminisced on the days of when you and Daniela would skip school together to go the beach and jam out to the latest hits.

She was two years older than you and set a bad example, which would later on be explained by your parents and your aunt for days on end. But now, at the beautiful age of 25, she was getting married to the love of her life. She was your favorite cousin and you were going to miss the careless and irresponsible days you shared, but you were happy for her.

“Y/N!” Daniela yelled, snapping you out of your daze.“Are you having a good time?” Daniela asked as she gathered her extravagant wedding dress under her before taking the seat next to you at your table. You looked around and realized that almost everyone was dancing and all of the glasses of champagne were now at least half empty.

“Yes!!” You smiled and nodded enthusiastically.“Oh good. Come on let’s dance!” Daniela insisted.

“Ahhh I’m good, Katy’s not really one of my faves haha” you replied.

“Aish! What do you mean? ITS TEENAGE DREAM” Daniela scolded you and you two burst out laughing. Daniela knew you were picky when it came to pop/dance music and understood why you chose to sit this one out.“Daniela, I’m really gonna miss y-“ you started.

“Ah! Stop, this isn’t a funeral, youre not saying goodbye. Im still gonna be here and we’re still gonna get into trouble. Look, we’ve got plenty more drugs to try” Daniela said with a wink before the two of you started to laugh again.

“Oh my God we’re not THAT bad” you smiled back.“But in all seriousness, Daniela I’m so happy for you, James is a great guy and you two are gonna be so happy.”

Daniela’s smile spread so wide that you feared her eye makeup would stain her cheek.“Thanks girly. Hey, you’re gonna find The right one too ok?” Daniela was ushering words of comfort for she knew you were still hurt by your break up with your ex two weeks ago.Jackson was supposed to be here with you now. You gave her a small smile and looked back at the table.

“Hey, y/n, there’s a guy over there that hasn’t stopped looking at you” Daniela lightly kicked your foot before tilting her head to the left. You quickly glanced in the direction she was pointing too and saw a man in a grey suit standing in the corner. He was ridiculously stunning. His glowing skin was smooth, his hair laid perfectly on his forehead, and his eyes were big, but mysterious.“Who is that?” You asked.

“Hmm I’m not sure, there’s like 500 people at this wedding I kinda lost count” Daniela responded. “he’s probably a friend of James? I’ll ask him!”You looked again, but this time he caught your stare. 

He smiled softly before putting the champagne glass to his lips. He was classy and quiet, but his eyes showed interest or longing, you weren’t sure.It wasn’t until Daniela called your name that you broke the staring contest.

“I’ll be right back okay!! Uncle Pat wants to take pictures” Daniela yelled over the DJ that was making his own announcements.

Daniela pranced her way to the other side of the ballroom, and you were alone once again. You were about to get yourself a glass of water when you turned around and was startled by a man. The same man from the corner of the room.

“Ah Hi.” The man said as he held out a hand.

“Hello.” You said as you shook his hand.

“My name is Taeyong, I-I’m a friend of James” he said with a smile.His smile was soft and he spoke kindly,but you couldn't get your mind off the fact that he was able to cross the ballroom floor full of dancing drunk people to get to you in a matter of 10 seconds.

“Oh. Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N”You replied.

“I know haha, James told me about you, but you’re more beautiful than I imagined” Taeyong was charming and gave off a nice warmth.

“Ahh thank you!!” you blushed.

“So. I see you don’t really like to dance huh?” Taeyong asked as he took the seat next to the one you were once sitting in.You lowered yourself to sit again, realizing that it may have been rude of you to leave.

“Yeahh, I’m not a big fan of pop music. I enjoy watching from the sidelines, and it seems that you like to do that too” you laughed.

Taeyong giggled and it was like music to your ears, his teeth were pearly white. This man was definitely a man of upper class and wealth, you could tell from the way he carried himself and the way he spoke. Oh and not to mention the Rolex watch and flashy ring he donned on his delicate hands. His dark red hair perfectly complimented his dark eyes and sharp eyebrows.

“It’s funny because I’ve hung out with Daniela and James and their other friends before, but I’ve never met you?” You said.

“Ah Yeah..” Taeyong started before fixing his tie and reaching for his glass. “See I’m actually from Korea, James and I have to maintain a long distance friendship. I’m happy I was able to come all the way to New York for his wedding”

“Korea? That’s awesome, what do you do?” You asked.

He smiled, he was happy that you asked.“I’m actually CFO of my father’s company, pretty boring stuff.”A business man, of course.

“Oh that’s cool” you said.

He laughed. “You don’t have to be nice about it, I know it sucks.”

You started laughing too.

“What do you do?” He asked.

“I’m a baker! I have my own bakery here in New York!” You replied, beaming with a prideful smile. It took years of hard work and constantly working two jobs to finally get to where you are. You were proud.

“Oh wow, now that’s exciting” he smiled and looked into your eyes. He was nice, but strange, you thought to yourself.

An acoustic version of Can’t Help Falling in Love started to play when the lights dimmed down to a deep red. Taeyong’s features looked even more gorgeous than they did before. His high cheekbones and sharp jawline were traced by black shadows, but his eyes were still intense and deep. 

He looked to the dance floor then back to you before rising out of his chair. “Please, just one dance before I go.” He said as he held out his hand for you to take.

You looked up at him, mouth slightly parted for protest. You wondered what had gotten into him, why he wanted to dance with you, someone he met only five minutes ago? Why did he plan on leaving after? 

You would’ve said no, but something inside urged you to give in to this interesting man. You weren’t sure if it was the lighting, his aura, or the sorrowful look on his face that made him look a child that just wanted to try one piece of Halloween candy before his mom took the bag away for the night.

You did drink some champagne, but you weren’t drunk.He was moving fast, but he didn’t cross any lines and he was a gentlemen, so you didn’t see anything wrong with it.

You took his hand and he guided you to the dance floor where several couples were already swaying back and forth to the soft tune.

Taeyong gently took your right hand in his left and slowly guided his right hand to your waist before looking down at you to make sure you were comfortable with it. You nodded to give him some reassurance. 

He started to guide your bodies in the same direction and soon you two were swaying gently. Your bodies were far enough from each other, as Taeyong held you where he felt you would be comfortable, but something in you wanted you to be closer. 

You took a small step forward and it was then that you smelled his cologne. He smelled of ginger, fruit, and leather. You looked up at him to make sure he was okay.

He smiled before saying, “I really like this song.”

You smiled, “I like it too, the acoustic version is beautiful, it really encapsulates the words.” 

You could now whisper to each other since it had quieted down a bit from the overachieving DJ yelling over the pop music.

You had to admit, you were a bit flustered. This good looking, and smelling, man held you close and now his breath hit your neck, adding heat to your soft spot.

“Yes, the acoustic version is nice because there’s no unnecessary noise in the background. Sometimes..things need to be stripped away for us to understand it better.” He said. 

You weren’t sure if it was his use of the word stripped, or the new lowness of his voice, or the fact that his breath smelled of mint and alcohol, but for some reason, you needed more. 

Your insides were stirring and his head was lowering further down towards you every time he spoke.

His eyes glistened under the red light and his soft, pink lips were parted slightly. He was intoxicating, and you felt yourself falling towards him even more. 

You were chest to chest now and you wondered if he could feel your heart beating at 180mph. He tilted his head so that his lips were just centimeters from your neck.

“Can I?” He asked and without thinking you immediately nodded. 

He started to lay light kisses on your neck before reaching your lips. He slowly covered your mouth with his. His lips were softer than the pillows you slept on.

 He kissed you gently, but the intensity came in waves. It was as though you had run a 5k and finally drank some cool, crisp water. 

You had no control over your body, you gave him everything he was asking for. It felt wrong. You two had just met and you just broke up with your ex two weeks ago, you shouldn’t have been moving this fast. 

But something about this strange man made you forget everything. He had you in his hands in a matter of minutes. You were in a state of euphoria when he finally lifted his lips from yours. You were out of breath but oh so happy.

The kiss was amazing and you wanted more, but he pulled away from you as the song ended and the usual pop music was put back on. 

He pulled you towards him as the other couples dispersed and everyone started to take over the dance floor again.“You’re mine now” he whispered and said with a smirk. And you realized that something had changed. The sweetness in his eyes had now changed to lust. The look of a lost child he once had had now changed to that of a wolf that found its prey.

You looked confused and was about to ask what he meant when three kids crashed into you and forced you and Taeyong to separate. By the time you steadied yourself, you aw that Taeyong was gone. You looked all over the ballroom, but couldn’t find him.

You’re mine now. Those words echoed throughout your mind. What did he mean? And why did he change? Did he really think a kiss is equivalent to a marriage?

You shuffled through your bag that you placed under the table and found your phone. You needed to distract yourself.

When you unlocked your phone you noticed you had received a text from Daniel just 10 minutes ago.

Y/N, James doesn’t know who that guy is, nobody knows who he is, he’s just here so be careful. I was gonna tell him to leave but I saw you guys dancing. It seemed like you were having a good time. ________________________________________

Hey guys! this is my first ever fan fic/Au, i hope you guys enjoy it! I am always looking for constructive criticism on my writing,so please visit the ask box if youd like to say anything!

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New Rules Ch. 4

Word Count: 9,665

"What?! This is totally unfair!" You exclaim at the weekly school newspaper meeting.

Yoongi, the editor, rubs his temples in exasperation, "I thought I explained this to you, ___. This isn't permanent. I just need you and Somin to switch positions for the rest of the semester."

"You should be thanking me," Somin pipes up from where she sits across the room from you, "Your politics section is way more difficult to write for than mine!"

"Yeah, but yours is dull as hell," you shoot back, "At least I won an award for my piece on sexual violence last semester! What competition could I even hope to enter writing about goddamn sports?"

"For god's sake, woman, it's only for six weeks," Yoongi growls, frustrated with the length of the meeting, "Just make the switch already."

"I don't know why Somin can't still write for her segment! All of the stadiums are wheelchair accessible on campus!"

"But what about the away games?" She exclaims, "Do you really expect me to ride a long-distance bus with a broken leg?!"

She's got you there. You feel a twinge of guilt about being so insensitive when your colleague is in pain, but you're still hesitant about giving up your beloved politics section for something as mundane as sports. "You're right, Somin," you say in a soothing tone, "You've been in a lot of pain with that leg, and you should really just stay home and rest… The politics section might be a bit too stressful for you. Why don't you switch with Taehyung instead?"

A handsome boy with sandy blonde hair looks up from his phone at the sound of his voice, "Huh?"

"No way! How dare you suggest that I do the fashion column?!" Somin exclaims in outrage, "You're just trying to get rid of me!" She accuses, lifting one of her crutches to point at you from across the room.

"Hey, what's wrong with fashion?" Taehyung pipes up, indignant.

"That's right! What's wrong with fashion, Somin?" You exclaim.

"Really, ___?" she says with a haughty wrinkle of her nose, "I am the first woman to write for the sports section in our university's history! Do you really expect me to write for the fashion column after this? How humiliating!"

"There's absolutely nothing humiliating about writing about fashion!" You jump to your feet to yell at her.

"That's right!" Taehyung echoes, rising as well to stand next to you, "Fashion is cool!"

"And your logic is so misogynistic!" You add, feeling yourself getting fired up.

"Oh no…" Yoongi mumbles under his breath, but it's too late.

"Kudos to you for breaking a gender stereotype and writing for a traditionally male section. But how fucking dare you look down on a traditionally female pastime?!"

"Wh-what?" Somin splutters, "That's not what I—"

"That's the problem with modern day feminism," you rage on, "It's all great and dandy to have women break into stereotypically male roles. I love that we're encouraging young girls to embrace leadership positions and enter STEM fields. But the issue with this is that we're now depreciating traditionally female roles! A woman scientist is so fierce and strong. But now a woman who is more interested in fashion or beauty is scorned and considered weak?! That is bullshit! We're not teaching women to be equals to men. We're teaching women to be men. And that's so fucked up!"

Somin's face flushes red as she realizes her mistake, "This isn't just a gender thing," she feebly defends herself, "You have to admit, regardless of traditional gender roles, fashion is a bit…"

"A bit what?" you snap, "What makes sports so much better than fashion? Both are unsubstantial pastimes! Is watching men throw balls at each other really that much better than dressing nicely?"

"Yeah!" Taehyung enthusiastically defends you, "You're all just jealous because I look cuter than you!"

"He does!" you angrily agree, "And besides, don't be so haughty, Somin. Taehyung is also breaking gender roles!"

"I'm the first male fashion columnist in our newspaper's history!" The golden-haired boy crows in delight, "You ain't special!"

"And there's so much stigma for him as well," you add, "The fashion column is seen as so girly and irrelevant. Taetae has received so much flack for taking on the column. And I am so proud of him for not allowing society to tell him that engaging in traditionally female roles is shameful!"

"Exactly!" Taehyung jumps to his feet to sling an arm around your shoulder, "We're socially woke! Take that, you jerk!"

"Taehyung, sit the fuck down," Yoongi growls as he pulls his blood pressure medication from his backpack, "Don't pretend to be a raging feminist when we all know that you wanted the fashion column because you thought it was pretty."

Deflated, the younger boy awkwardly plops back down in his seat, "So what?" he mumbles, "That's a good reason…"

You sympathetically pat his head, "Don't worry, Tae. You did well."

Yoongi pops two pills in his mouth and dry swallows them before responding, "___, come outside. We need to talk."

"___, you really need to stop getting everyone riled up like that during our meetings," Yoongi says as soon as he pulls you out into the hallway.

"Sorry, but it's seriously unfair, Yoongi. You know how hard I worked to get the politics section. This feels like I'm being demoted."

"It's just temporary," he assures you, "And besides, those in leadership positions should set an example by making sacrifices."

"Leadership…?" you repeat with wide eyes.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you that you were the top candidate to take over my position as editor when I graduate next year? Don't ruin your chances, dumb ass."

Your heart soars in your chest at the reminder and you have to fight to keep a smile off your face, "Taehyung is just easily influenced… but I promise I'll try not to lead him astray."

"Good. And play nice with Somin as well! She's actually really good at her job and we need her."

Your face falls at the reminder, "She needs to play nice first," you childishly mumble, "I know she has no interest in politics, but she wants my section just to spite me."

"Well, even if that's the case, just ignore it. As editor, you've always got to be the bigger person."

"Fine," you sigh deeply, "I'll do it… But please don't fire me if I do a terrible job… I don't know shit about sports."

"Eh, I'm sure you'll do fine," the silver-haired man waves you off, "Besides, you have connections that Somin doesn't have. If you use them right, I bet you could even outdo her."

"Connections?" you repeat in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Yoongi gives you a pointed look, "Don't pretend to be so sly, ___. The men's soccer team is the talk of the whole school. If they continue their winning streak, they'll be the first team to advance to the championship game in twenty years."

"That's really great, but what does that have to do with me?" you ask, wracking your brain for any connection to the soccer team. But no one you know plays a sport… except Namjoon, who keeps trying to claim that chess is a real sport. That nerd.

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow at you, "I didn't think you were the type to play coy, ___. It really doesn't suit you."

"Honestly, Yoongi, I have no frickin idea what you're talking about."

"Do I really have to spell it out to you? Jeon Jungkook. I don't know what's going on between the two of you, but every journalist knows to use their personal connections to make a story. An interview would be amazing."

"Why would I interview that stupid fuckboy?" You ask, still not catching on, "He's not even good at talking… Though not as bad as Taehyung."

"Are you a good actor or seriously oblivious?" Yoongi asks in astonishment, "Because he's the star striker of the soccer team, of course!"

"Wait, really?"

"Aren't you sleeping with this guy? How could you not know?"

"I mean I heard someone mention it before, but I thought they meant it as a metaphor… Wait a minute! How did you know I was sleeping with him?!"

"Isn't it obvious?" Yoongi says with a snort, "The amount of PDA between the two of you at the barbeque was sickening."

Your face flushes, "What? It wasn't PDA! He was just being a handsy pervert!"

"Yeah yeah whatever. Just get the interview with him, will ya?"

"Alright… But I'm kinda disappointed that he's an athlete… no wonder his ego's so huge."

"I think you're the first girl to ever say something like that," Yoongi wryly informs you, "But whatever. Just get this done, ok? And please calm Tae down and go apologize to Somin together."

"Fine," you say with an exaggerated sigh, "Being editor isn't easy, huh?"

"Yup. You better watch yourself or I'm giving the position to Taehyung."

Your eyes pop open with shock, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Hey so you like kick around a ball or whatever?" you ask over the phone after your meeting for the school newspaper.

"Huh?" Jungkook says when he picks up on the other end, "Is that a euphemism for something?"

"What the hell are you talking about? How could that be a euphemism for anything?!"

"Balls?" he says pointedly.

"Stop it, you nasty. I just need to know whether you do sports things or not!"

"Ah, so this isn't a booty call?" Jungkook says, clearly disappointed.

"What?! It's Wednesday! How could this possibly be a booty call?!"

"Do people not fuck on Wednesdays?" He asks in amusement, "Besides, I haven't seen you for over a week," he whines, "I thought we were going to make this a regular thing!"

"You could see me more often if you actually went to class," you coolly inform him.

"Yeah, but we can't fuck in class, so what's the point?"

"The first part of our presentation is due next week!" You exclaim, "Please tell me you remembered that?"

"Yeah, of course," he says, but he sounds uncertain, "We should definitely get together and work on that…"

"And I need an interview from you for the school paper! Why didn't you tell me you were on the soccer team?!"

"Wait, what? You didn't know?!"

"No! I thought you were just jacked up on steroids or whatever shit. But I guess it makes sense that you're putting that muscle into use. But anyways, give me an interview with the team!"

"You're on the school newspaper?" Jungkook asks in surprise, "Wasn't there that Somin girl or whatever?"

"She broke her leg," you explain, "So unfortunately, it will be me for the next month or so until she recovers."

"Oh really? ___, did you know that she was supposed to travel with us for all of our away games?"

"What? No way! Why?"

"Our team is playing the best it has for over twenty years. We're blowing up in the press, and it'd be good publicity for the school newspaper to follow us and be the first ones to report. And since Somin is gone… I guess you'll have to be the one to travel with us."

You frown at the giddy quality of his tone. You can't see him, but you know for sure that he's smirking at you on the other end, "Fine. Whatever. That's not a big deal."

"A lot of our games are so far that we have to stay overnight though… and sleep at a hotel…"

You're slowly catching on to the implications of his words, but play dumb, "So what?" you defensively ask.

"Well, hotel rooms can be expensive… and if the newspaper ever wants to save on your travel costs, then you can just—"

"Ah stop right there, pervert!" you shriek at him before he can continue any further.

"Why?" he asks in disappointment, "It makes economic sense for us to share a room!"

You pull a face and shake your head before remembering that he can't see you, "Should you even be having sex before a game?!"

"It's just an urban myth that sex before a game decreases your stamina," he informs you, "And besides, what about after the game?"

"I guess I can hold you and feed you cheetos when you lose," you wryly shoot back.

"Lose?!" Jungkook repeats in outrage, "I'll let you know that we have a ten-game winning streak!"

"Against who? High schoolers?"

"You're talking major shit for someone who's never seen us play. I seriously can't believe that you didn't know I was on the team!"

"If I had known, I would've never slept with you," you mildly retort, "I hate athletes. Especially soccer players."

"Why? Because we're better than you at something?"

"No, because you're all so stupid and arrogant."

"What? Where did you even get this ridiculous—"

"You're getting off topic," you irritably interrupt, "When can we meet up?"

"Tonight," Jungkook says at once.

"What? I can interview the team tonight?"

"Oh, that's what you meant… Ah I have to ask the team first, so probably sometime next week?" He says in a dejected voice.

"Ok. And when can we work on the project?"

"Maybe this weekend? Hey, are you coming to our Halloween party on Saturday? We can work together the next morning."

"Why are you working so hard to get me in your bed, Jungkook? I already said I'm down to make this a regular thing!"

"Yeah, but it's been so long," he complains, "Come over and let me eat you out."

You hold the phone away from your ear with a wince, "Gross."

"How is that gross?!"

"Whatever. I'll see you on Sunday."

"Wait, aren't you going to our party?"

"I thought I told you that frat parties aren't my thing. I'd much rather get drunk in the comfort of my own bed, thank you very much."

"You are so weird," Jungkook sighs in disappointment, "Fine… See you on Sunday then."

"Ok, but don't drink too much," you warn him, "I can't have you hungover when we meet."

"Same with you," is his disheartened response.

"What? I'm a tank. It'll be no problem for me, so just watch yourself," you snort.

"Mijoo, are you ready?" You happily call out three days later.

"Yep, just one sec," Mijoo says from the bathroom stall right next to yours. You hear the fumbling of clothing for a few seconds before she says, "Ok, ready!"

"Great. On the count of three, let's both come out and reveal our outfits, ok?"

"Okay!" Mijoo cheerfully agrees.

"One, two, three!"

As soon as you count down to three, the two of you burst from your stalls at the same time. Then you simultaneously freeze in your tracks.

"What the fuck?"

"What the hell are you wearing?!" The two of you exclaim at the same time.

"Mijoo!" You half-scream at your roommate, "I thought we agreed on a matching couple's costume!"

"We did," she says in bewilderment, "So what the hell are you wearing?"

"I'm the hotdog!" You exclaim, twirling around to reveal your enormous, inflated body suit, "How are you the ketchup?" You demand, angrily pointing at her tight, red mini-dress.

"It's right here!" She defends herself, pointing to a tiny logo on the hem of her dress.

You squint your eyes and barely make out the "Heinz" logo for the first time. "That's so unfair!" You explode, "You look hot and I look like a fucking weirdo!"

"I didn't know we were going this far!" She says in bewilderment, "I thought you were just going to wear a t-shirt with a weiner dog on it something—you know, like normal college kids?!"

"Oh god, this is such a disaster," you groan as you bury your face in your hands.

Mijoo awkwardly shifts from foot to foot as she watches you suffer through your despair, "Do you still want to go get drunk?"

"Of course!"

"Alright… So should I give you a few minutes to get changed?"

"No!" You yell with so much passion that your oversized hotdog costume wobbles, "I paid good money for this costume and I intend on getting my money's worth out of it!"

"Okay… but don't be too mad if I document this whole thing on my snapchat…"

The bar you end up in an hour later is crowded with college kids going out on a Saturday night. A few of them are dressed up for Halloween, with pretty animal ears or graphic t-shirts, but the vast majority are in street clothes. As a result, the moment you and Mijoo walk into the bar, all eyes are on you.

"Um…" Mijoo says when you spend nearly five minutes shoving your oversized plush hotdog costume into your seat, "Would you be more comfortable sitting in a booth?"

"No!" you exclaim, causing a man to walk straight into a door in his attempt to rubberneck after you. "Don't be embarrassed, Mijoo! There's nothing to see here."

"I'm not embarrassed," she mutters, "I just thought it would be nicer to sit in a booth…"

"Nonsense!" You boom, "Let these children stare! They're the ones missing out by not dressing up for this glorious holiday!"

"Next time we should share our outfit ideas with each other in advance," Mijoo tells you in a hushed whisper, "But anyways… I think we're going to need a lot of alcohol… Excuse me, waiter!"

An hour and three bottles of soju later, both of you are hunched over on the tables, Mijoo resting her head on her hands, and you bunching your hotdog costume up as a pillow.

"One more bottle!" You exclaim, waving animatedly at the waiter.

"Ugh, I don't know if I can have anymore," Mijoo complains, "I just want to take a nap…"

"Don't sleep!" You reprimand her, reaching across the table to slap her arm, "We're having so much fun right now!"

"Are we?" Mijoo groans as she peeks up at you through a curtain of long, dark hair, "I want to sleep!"

"Just one more bottle," you beg her, "It's only Halloween once a year and we need to celebrate! Oh wait, Jungkook invited me to a party at the BTS house. Do you want to go to that instead?"

"No!" She nearly yells at you. Then, she pauses and blushes, "I mean, I don't think that would be a good idea…" she mutters.

"Why not?" you ask, eyebrow quirked. You have a good idea why she'd be uncomfortable going to the party, but you want to squeeze it out of her.

"I just don't think it'll be fun," she awkwardly lies, "Let's just get another bottle of soju, ok? That's way more fun!"

"Aren't you sleepy?"

"No way," She hastily denies, "This is the best! Waiter, another bottle please!"

Another hour later, and five bottles of soju litter the table around you while you incoherently ramble on about your love for dogs.

"I just… I love them so much!" You tearfully exclaim, "I wish I could go and hug every dog in the world, but I can't because that's crazy… It's crazy right? I can't hug every dog… But I want to… I want to. It's impossible! But I just… I love dogs!" And with that, you burst into tears, startling the customers seated around you.

"That… that's so beautiful," Mijoo says, equally as emotionally affected as you, "I love dogs… And I love you!"

Your heart feels like it might burst at her confession, "You love me? No, I love you!"

"No, ___, I seriously love you."

"I love you more!" You dramatically cry out, catching the attention of every person in the bar, "No one else was there for me in Freshman year after that incident, except you. You were the only one who stood by my side."

"That's because you're an amazing person!" Mijoo exclaims, tearing up, "Those other people were all unloyal assholes! But I'll always be here for you."

"What have I done in a former life to deserve you?" you lament as you reach across the table to squeeze her hand.

Mijoo offers you a watery smile in response, quiet as the two of you share an emotional, albeit drunken, moment. Then a brilliant grin flashes across her face, "Want to go to a party?"

You frown in response, "You didn't want to go to the BTS party!"

"Yeah, but I was also invited to an epsilon chi omicron party," she says with a grin, "Wanna go dance and meet cute new boys?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Whoo, this is so much fun!" You yell in excitement as you grab Mijoo by the hand and beeline for the dancefloor.

"Ah, ___, hold on! Not so fast," she says, then turns to apologize to all the annoyed people on the dancefloor who you nearly plow over in your quest for the center, "I'm so sorry," she whispers, over and over.

"This is the best!" you yell to be heard over the pounding music, even as your oversized hotdog costume whips around to knock a guy onto his knees, "Party, party, party!"

"Um… Do you want to take that costume off first before we dance?" Mijoo asks, wincing when you accidentally bodyslam another partier.

"No way!" You exclaim, excitedly pumping both hands in the air, "This is the most fun I've ever had! Let's go!" You whoop in joy, turning in a wide circle.

Mijoo sighs as your dramatic spin knocks off a half dozen people on the dance floor, "What did I get myself into…?"

"Please come help me," Mijoo begs over the phone not even an hour later.

"Mijoo?" The voice on the other end says in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's ___," she explains, "And it's pretty serious… How soon can you come?"

"Um… maybe fifteen minutes?"

"Alright," Mijoo says with a nod, "Please hurry, Yerin."

"I'm on my way!"

"Thank you so much."

But as soon as Mijoo hangs up the phone, she looks up in shock to find you crawling up a table, "___! Get your ass down right now!"

True to her word, Yerin shows up at the epsilon chi omicron party less than fifteen minutes later. She takes one step onto the dance floor before spotting you sloppily trying to climb up the pole on the table before she hurriedly intervenes.

"Oh shit, Mijoo," she gasps as she rushes on top of the table to join the two of you, "This is worse than I thought."

"Tell me about it," she cries as she tries to physically pull you off the pole, "I haven't seen her this drunk in years!"

"Ah, we really should get her home," Yerin says with a frown, "Everyone's watching!"

"Ok. You grab her arms and I'll pull her off the pole!"

"Got it!" The younger woman chirps in agreement as she jogs into place. But as soon as she tugs at your arms wrapped tightly around the pole, the whole dancefloor begins to boo.

"You're no fun!" Someone yells out.

"Boo! Damn party poopers!"

"Let the hotdog dance!" A third voice bellows so loudly that it cuts through the loud pop music. This sparks interest from the crowd, and within seconds, the entire dance floor is chanting "Let the hotdog dance. Let the hotdog dance. Let the hotdog dance!"

Mijoo winces and redoubles her efforts at pulling you off the stripper pole, but as soon as Yerin loosens your arms, you wrap your legs tightly around the pole.

"Staph it!" you blubber, "Dey lurvvv me! Muh people!"

"Oh god, why is she so strong? What do we do?" Yerin asks in a panic.

Mijoo's face crumples, but before she can respond, a familiar voice calls out your name, "___?"

The two sober women turn around, and Mijoo nearly weeps in relief when she sees a confused-looking silver-haired man standing in the crowd, "Oh my god, Yoongi. Thank god you're here!"

"What's wrong with her?" He asks as he makes his way through the mosh pit to stand at the foot of the table.

Yerin's eyes pop in surprise at the sight of the older man, "O-oh, hello."

Yoongi briefly regards the pretty blonde girl with a nod of his head before he turns back to Mijoo, "Is she on drugs?"

"No!" Mijoo cries out in frustration, "I don't know why she's acting this way!"

"Let the hotdog dance! Let the hotdog dance!"

Yoongi cringes at the loud chants from the drunken crowd, "Aish, so noisy. Ok. That's enough fun for one day, ___." And with that, your editor grabs you by the waist and pulls you away from the stripper pole.

"Nuuuuu!" you cry out dramatically, "Muh peorple –hic- want meh!"

"Sure they do, babe," Yoongi wryly says as he pulls hard. You desperately cling to the pole for another second, but you're no match for his strength and in a second, he yanks you off the table with a surprising show of strength from the slender man.

The crowd immediately starts booing, "Give us the hotdog back!"

"You guys suck!"

But Yoongi ignores them all as he makes a break for the exit, "Hurry and help me!"

Mijoo and Yerin quickly rush forward to each grab a limb and together, the three of them manage to drag your body out of the party.

"LERME GO!" you yell, wildly squirming from where you're slung over Yoongi's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He falters under your thrashing, "Aish, woman, why are you always like this? Why can't you participate for once in your goddamn life?"

"MUH PEOPLER -hic- NEED MEH!"

All three of them wince from the volume of your voice. "Geez," Mijoo mutters, "By the way she's yelling, it seems like we're kidnapping her or something."

"This is for your own good, ___," Yerin says as she sympathetically squeezes your hand.

"Oh god," Yoongi grunts when a sudden spasm of flinging limbs nearly makes the both of you fall over, "I think I'm going to need some backup for this… You there, what's your name again?"

"Yerin!" she pipes up in surprise, flustered by his direct question.

"Oh, ok. Yerin. Can you grab my phone from my pocket?"

"Yes!" She says, stumbling forward at once, but then pauses with a blush as she realizes that his phone is in his back pocket. She demurely plucks it from his pocket, careful not to touch him, then hands it to him, "Here you go."

"Ah, my hands are full," he says, gesturing to where you squirm on his back, "Can you scroll through my contacts to call her boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Yerin and Mijoo exclaim in unison. "What boyfriend?"

"You know, that bratty soccer player kid," Yoongi says with an irritated shrug of his shoulder, "Jeon Jungkook. Now can you please call him so he can go collect this hot mess?"

"Are they dating now?" Yerin hisses at Mijoo as she scrolls through Yoongi's contacts.

"I have no idea!" Mijoo says in genuine bewilderment.

Confused, the younger girl nevertheless dials the number. The phone rings ominously for a few seconds before Jungkook picks up, "Hello? Yoongi, what's up?"

His voice is slightly muffled on the other end and it's clear that he's at a party from the pounding music in the background, "Oh, Jungkook, this is Yerin from your creative writing class. I'm sorry to bother you, but we need your help."

"Huh? Where's Yoongi?" he asks in suspicion.

"Right here!" the older man yells into the phone, "Just get your ass over here!"

"What? Where are you? What's wrong?" He asked, slightly worried now.

"We're outside the epsilon chi omicron house," Yoongi explains, "Come here and collect your girlfriend, goddamn it!"

"Who are you talking about?" Jungkook asks in confusion, "I don't have a—ah you mean ___?"

"Yeah, obviously," Yoongi says with an annoyed roll of his eyes, "Hurry and come here."

"Wait, what's wrong with ___?"

"Just listen to this," Yoongi says, then juggles your weight with one arm so that he can grab the phone to hold next to your face.

"YOONGERS," you screech at him, "AH WANNA PARTAYYYY!"

"Oh shit," Jungkook curses on the other end, "Ok, I'm on my way."

It takes only a few minutes for Jungkook to show up on the scene, since the BTS house is located on the same street as EXO. By the time Jungkook arrives, Yoongi has given up on all hopes of carrying you home and simply sits on the ground as he watches you squirm around in the grass, along with your frantic two best friends.

All three of them look up in relief at the sight of Jungkook. "Oh thank god," Mijoo sighs as she wearily pulls herself upright, "Jungkook, you are—" but she stops, mid-sentence when it becomes apparent that there is someone walking right behind him.

"Hi Mijoo," Jimin nervously greets her when he steps out of Jungkook's shadow.

"Oh… H-hi," she stutters before immediately dropping her gaze to the ground.

Jungkook walks past the awkward couple to squat next to you on the lawn, "Oh god, ___. Why did you drink so much?"

"MIND YER OWN BUISHNESH, BETCH!"

He laughs and reaches into your hotdog costume to affectionately pat your head, "You're the same as always, even when drunk it seems."

"ERM NOT DRUNKING!"

"God, what are you even wearing?" he chuckles as he pulls you off the grass so that he can take in the entirety of your outfit for the first time, "What a cutie."

"Junglebook," you whisper to him in a serious tone, nearly going cross-eyed as you stare up at him with strange reverence.

He raises an eyebrow, as he tries to stifle a laugh, "Yes, babygirl?"

"Wah're you sho purty?" you say, trying to reach for his face with sheer awe on your face.

"Wait did you just call me pretty?" Jungkook asks in surprise.

You eagerly nod, "Purty!" you exclaim, "Mah purty purty -hic- Jengahook."

"Ah, so you do think I'm good-looking," Jungkook says in excitement, "I knew it!"

"Yah!" Yoongi yells over at the two of you, interrupting your conversation, "Stop your flirting, Jeon, and carry your damn girlfriend home so I can go to bed!"

"Yes sir!" And with that, he loops an arm around your shoulders and under your knees, picking you up bridal style with ease.

"Oh no, careful not to throw out your back, Jungkook," Yerin warns him as she looks over at you in concern.

"Yah, what about me then?!" Yoongi hotly demands, "I'm gonna need to see a chiropractor after this!"

"Thank you so much for your help, Yoongi," Yerin sweetly says, "That was really nice of you, and I hope you let me show you just how grateful I am for your help."

"Oh," the silver-haired man rubs the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed, "No need for that, Yerin."

"No, I insist," she says with a brilliant smile that makes him hesitate.

Normally, you'd be the first person to interject and angrily rip your precious friend away from the older, senior man. Or you'd send Mijoo to intervene. But unfortunately, both of you are too distracted to notice. And as a result, you are helpless as Yoongi awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and agrees.

"Um… okay, sure."

"Ah, I seriously can't make it any further," Jungkook pants a few minutes later when your strange gang of six arrives near the beta tau sigma frat house, "She can just sleep over with me tonight."

"Maybe we should get an uber?" Mijoo says in concern.

"There's no way an uber driver would let such a belligerent drunk in his car," Yoongi says as he looks over to where you're wildly yelling out and kicking in Jungkook's arms.

"Yeah, they'd probably call the police," Yerin adds with a frown.

"Let's just switch spots for the night," Jungkook wisely suggests, "Jimin, go crash over in ___'s bed and ___ can sleep in yours."

"Hold on, wait a minute—"

"Wait, no that's not—"

Both Mijoo and Jimin protest at the same time, thoroughly embarrassed, but Yoongi stops them in their tracks with a single glare.

"Can you guys just tough it out for one night?" The senior growls, "Just let the kid sleep with his girlfriend so we can all go home. It's nearly three in the fucking morning for god's sake!"

Thoroughly chastened, Mijoo and Jimin fall silent.

"Oh wait, what about Yerin?" Jungkook asks, half-way through the motion of crossing the lawn into the frat house.

"Can't she go back to the sorority with Mijoo?" Yoongi asks with a raised brow.

"I'm a Freshman," Yerin informs him with a blush, "I'm still rushing the sorority and I don't live there yet…"

"Ah, fine. I'll walk you back to the dorms," Yoongi gruffly tells her, "Let's just wrap this whole mess up."

"Oh no, it's fine!" She says, embarrassed, "I can get back by myself, don't worry."

"Yeah right. You think it's safe out there at this time of night?"

"I can call an uber! It's really not a big deal."

"Pssht, I wouldn't trust a pretty girl like you to be left alone with those shady ass drivers. Come on, Yerin. I'm taking you home."

Flustered by his unexpected compliment, she can't help but agree, "Oh… okay. Thank you." And then she has to duck her head to hide the smile that spreads across her face.

Yoongi simply rolls his eyes and reaches forward to grab her by the wrist, "Come on, kid. Let's just get you in bed." And with that, he marches off, not sparing another glance towards Mijoo and Jimin, who have been left standing on the sidewalk in front of the frat house.

"Um… So is it okay if I crash at your place tonight?" Jimin asks as he awkwardly scratches his ear.

"Yes of course!" Mijoo says, a bit too quickly, "Why wouldn't it be okay?"

"Ah, that's not what I meant… I just…"

His voice trails off after a few seconds, and he can't find the words to salvage the situation with as he stares at her in the frosty darkness of the night. Mijoo rubs her hands over her bare arms, self-conscious under his scrutiny. She can't meet the intensity of his gaze and drops her eyes down to her heels.

"I’ve missed you."

Her eyes shoot up in surprise at that unexpected confession, but he's already crossing the distance between them. She stiffens when he comes within a foot of her, but instead of kissing her like she half expected, he wraps something heavy around her shoulders.

Mijoo peeks through her eyelashes to find that he's covered her with his jacket, still warm from his body heat. "Jimin…"

He simply smiles at her as he begins to walk down the deserted street, entirely disregarding his previous confession as though he never said anything, "Come on, Mijoo. Let's sleep."

Although he can't see her, she nods and quietly follows after him. His blonde hair turns silvery in the moonlight, like a halo of light paving her path back home. Mijoo shivers and pulls his jacket closer to her body, heart sinking in her chest when his poignant scent overwhelms her senses.

"Wait, Jimin!" She calls after him before she can stop herself.

He pauses, mid-step, to peer over his shoulder in curiosity. Mijoo jogs a few steps to catch up with him, her breath icy in the frigid air. She stops within a step of him, then offers him a shy smile.

"Let's go together."

Meanwhile, in the frat house, Jungkook is having a much more difficult time trying to settle you down.

"Where'sh mah baby???" you gasp as though suddenly remembering something when Jungkook carries you up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He grunts as you suddenly begin to thrash in his embrace, and quickly dumps you on his bed to get rid of you, "Which one?"

"Meerjooo," you whine, "An' Urchin! Muh babers!"

"They're fine," Jungkook assures you as he rubs the kinks from his neck then begins to struggle with your oversized costume. But he barely manages to pull your face free from the hotdog top when you suddenly grab him by the collar.

"Junkcock," you address him in a serious voice, "Ah lurv you." And then you close your eyes and pucker your lips.

He laughs and skillfully dodges you before you can kiss him, "Sure you do, sweetheart."

"Ah do!" you whine in protest, kicking out your legs like a child, "Come kish me, ya binch."

"Alright, fine," he laughs, "Let's make a deal: if you still love me in the morning, I'll kiss you all you want, okay?"

You pause for a moment to try to think it through, but your thoughts whirl around incoherently in your mind, making it hard to focus. "S'kay," you reluctantly agree.

Jungkook chuckles and gives your hair one more ruffle before he gets up to turn to his dresser, "Alright, let's find you something to wear other than that stuffy costume of yours, and we can make out to your heart's content in the morning."

You say nothing in response, and he takes your silence as agreement as he happily shifts through his clothing. After a minute, he finds a t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts that seem about your size. "Ah, ___," he says as he triumphantly holds up the garments, "These should fit—oh," he says, stopping mid-sentence when he turns around and takes in the sight of you fast asleep on his bed.

"Wow that was quick," he chuckles as he sets back down his clothing, "Oh well, I guess you'll stay a hotdog for a bit longer… Cute... Now where'd I put my camera?"

The next morning, you feel like you're suffocating in heat. Your mouth is dry and your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Confused, you thrash around in bed for a few moments, kicking the covers off of you before realizing that you're still burning with heat. You struggle with the plush blanket still surrounding you before you realize that it's attached to your body.

"What the fuck?" You mutter, then wince when even this simple action causes your head to throb. You take a moment to gather up all of your courage. Then you open your eyes.

The sunlight streaming through the blinds hits you like a train. You scowl and cover your eyes with a hand before looking down at yourself. You blink at the hotdog costume covering your body in confusion before the memories of the last twelve hours come pounding back.

"Oh… oh fuck."

A chuckle from the side catches your attention. You whip your head around to find Jungkook sitting in a rolling chair, laughing at you, "So you're finally awake."

"Fuck my life," you croak out, "I'm never drinking again."

"Why not?" Jungkook teases, "Drunk ___ was so cute. Do you remember confessing your feelings for me?"

"I did… I did what?"

"You told me you loved me," he snickers, "Many, many times."

"Oh god..." you whisper as your memory finally returns.

"Are you finally ready to make out now?" He continues to tease as he suddenly gets out of his seat to approach you.

You cower back when his face comes close to yours, "Shut up, you know I was just drunk and didn't mean it… Wait you didn't kiss me last night, did you?" You ask in suspicion.

"And have you puke in my mouth?" he laughs, "No way."

"I'll puke on you right now if you don't back up," you threaten as you push him away by the forehead.

He good-naturedly acquiesces as he walks over to the dresser, "What happened to being a tank, huh?"

"Even a tank has a breaking point," you wisely inform him.

"Really? But Mijoo seemed fine last night."

Your jaw drops in indignation. Jungkook laughs at your expression and tosses you a handful of clothing before you can respond, "Come on. Go change into these."

"Ugh, I stink though," you grumble, more than aware of the old sweat caked underneath your plush hotdog costume.

"Wanna shower first?" Jungkook asks, "I also have mouthwash in the basket."

"Oh, ok," you say, surprised by his consideration as you pick up his shower caddy, "I'll be right back."

He simply hums in response, "I'll just be playing my game," he says, already slipping back on his headphones.

It's a bit embarrassing to shower in a communal frat bathroom the morning after a grand party. You know you probably look like some one-night stand who has overstayed her welcome, but luckily, you don't run into anyone as you shower at top-speed. You hastily towel yourself off, and not caring that you're still damp, and pull on Jungkook's clothes.

You don't have to look in the mirror to know that you look silly in his oversized outfit, but it's better than that musky hotdog costume. You finish up by splashing cold water on your face and chugging the mouthwash for an infinitely long period of time until the taste of soju is out of your mouth, then you head back to Jungkook's room.

He's fully engrossed in his game when you return, and you briefly consider interrupting him so that you can start on your project, but shrug it off instead. It's really not a big deal and you're not the type to nag. Instead, you plop yourself down back on his bed and turn on your side to watch him play.

You feel so refreshed from the shower and there's something soothing about watching him engrossed in his game that within minutes, you find your eyelids growing heavy again. You sleepily reach for the glass of water Jungkook has conveniently placed on the nightstand for you and gulp down half of it before your eyelids grow too heavy to keep open anymore. You place down the glass and you're asleep before your head hits the pillow.

You wake up to the sound of voices. Confused, you rub your eyes for a moment before your vision clears and you recognize Mijoo and Jimin standing in the doorway, talking to Jungkook.

"Wait, don't come in yet," Jungkook says, physically blocking their entrance with his body, "She's still resting."

"How do I know what you've done with her?!" Mijoo exclaims, panic evident in her tone, "I was drunker than I thought last night, letting her go home with you. I should've never left!"

"Calm down, Mijoo," Jimin says as he rests a hand on her shoulder, "You know Jungkook wouldn't do anything."

"How do I know?" She growls as she throws off his hand. "___ is my best friend, Jimin. My best friend. I don't care if you trust this pervy little fuckboy roommate of yours, but if I find out that he's touched a single hair on her precious head, I'm gonna—"

"Wow, Mijoo. You sounded exactly like me for a moment," you interject, quickly jumping from the bed to approach them in the doorway, "I was shocked."

Mijoo's expression, relieved at first from the sight of you unscathed, quickly flips to distress when she realizes what you're wearing, "___, are you okay?" She asks in a hushed whisper, "What did this little fucker do to you?"

You know exactly what you look like, dressed in Jungkook's clothes with your hair mussed from sleep. You pause for a moment as you consider your options. The most logical course of action is to laugh off her concerns then soothe her worries by going home with her. It's the obvious thing to do… But Mijoo is upset right now. She's lost her temper with Jimin. Things might be awkward between them for a while if she views him as complacent in some imaginary nefarious plot to harm you… And you can't let that happen.

So instead of laughing it off, you slip under Jungkook's arm, "He didn't do anything. Mijoo, you know that I trust him." And with that, you carefully wrap both arms around his waist and hug him.

Startled by the gesture, Jungkook instantly squeezes you back, but it all feels a bit awkward. Surprisingly, after all you've done together, this is one of the first times you've hugged him.

If Jungkook is surprised, then Mijoo and Jimin are shocked out of their minds, "What the hell happened between you two?!"

"Are you seriously dating?"

Your first instinct is to vehemently deny it. But that would only make matters worse. Mijoo's budding relationship with Jimin is still so fragile, plagued by her heavy guilt over her actions a whole year ago, and you refuse to nip it in the bud before it can actually start. So you tighten your hold on Jungkook and bury your face in his neck, "It's complicated."

Sharp to catch onto your act, Jungkook slides a hand down to the small of your back, holding you against him, "Don't worry about us," he tells them, "Just worry about yourselves."

Still, Mijoo looks uncomfortable, "Alright, whatever. We can talk about this later. Let's go, ___."

But to her surprise, you shake your head, "Jungkook and I need to work on our creative writing project… I'll see you later at the house." Mijoo's face shows her surprise, so you quickly reach over to grab her hand, "Seriously, don't worry about me, Mijoo. I'm okay."

Her face softens from your reassurance and she hesitantly nods, "Alright… I'll see you later then?"

You smile, "Yes, see you later."

You and Jungkook continue to awkwardly hold each other in the doorway and wave at your two roommates as they reluctantly trickle out down the hall. As soon as they disappear down the staircase, you break out of the stiff embrace with a deep sigh of relief.

"How much longer must we do this for?" Jungkook complains as he shuts the door and slumps back down in his chair.

"Just a bit longer," you assure him, "I can see her defenses crumbling already. She's no match for Jimin's sweetness!"

"I don't think I can even support this," he grumbles in annoyance, "She's still kind of an asshole."

"Call her that again and I'll shove my fist up your asshole," you threaten in a low voice.

"Ooh, are you feeling kinky, babe?" he asks, eyebrows raised, "I thought you needed some time to recover from your hangover first?"

"God, I hate you," you groan as you slump back down on his bed.

"Ah, finally the ___ I know returns," he teases, "It was a bit scary to have you love me so intensely, to be honest. I like the normal you so much better."

You snort at his response, "Whatever. Just be nicer to Mijoo, okay?"

"I don't know why you're so defensive over her," he says as he spins around in his chair to face you, "What she did to you was messed up. I don't care if you don't like Jimin or whatever. Still doesn't make it okay."

You simply shrug in response, "I know what she did wasn't right. But she apologized and tried to make things right and I forgave her. Besides, it would be so petty of me to hold onto this one incident when she's been nothing but supportive and loving on hundreds of other occasions… Hiding a note? That's nothing compared to what she's done for me."

"What exactly happened between you two to make you feel this way?" Jungkook asks in bewilderment.

"She was there at my lowest point," you explain in a quiet voice, "She helped me even when no one else would… I don't expect you to understand, Jungkook. You just need to know that if you hurt her, you hurt me too."

"Alright, whatever you say," He reluctantly says, "I still think you're wrong, but that level of loyalty is impressive."

You acknowledge the compliment with a small smile before continuing, "Anyways, we're getting off track, Jungkook… Should we start the project?"

"Wait… really?" he says, eyes widening with horror, "Do you really want to? I mean… It's still early."

"You're right," you play along, still fatigued by your hangover, "I mean it's not due for another couple of days…"

"Yeah… And you're still probably exhausted."

"I am… so should we…?"

"Order pizza and play games together?"

"It's like you read my mind."

The next day, Mijoo and Jimin officially begin dating.

It hurts. You're only human and of course it feels like your heart is being trampled on when Mijoo sits you down in the morning and tells you how she is accepting Jimin. You hate the way your heart drops to your stomach and bile crawls up your throat as you force a smile that quivers more than it should. You hate the way that for a split second, you genuinely dislike your best friend.

But then it all clears. Your throat loosens and you smile more easily as you reach for her hand and encourage her to go after him. It's nowhere near easy and it hurts like a bitch, but the pain is slowly dissipating, day by day. And soon, you hope that it will leave you entirely. And then you'll be able to smile at the person who means the most to you in your life without this ugly jealousy swallowing your heart.

But for the meantime, it lingers like a sour weight in the pit of your stomach as you gather your things after class and head down to the soccer field. You would like nothing more than to go straight to bed so you can curl up under the covers with a pint of ice cream, but unfortunately, today is the only day the coach of the soccer team will allow you to crash a team practice. So after leaving your grueling three hour stats lecture, you grab Taehyung, the best photographer in the newspaper with the nicest camera, and drag him over to the soccer field.

Practice is already in full gear by the time the two of you arrive. At once, you guys are bombarded by the sound of loud male voices yelling out numbers as they complete their laps around the track along with the shrill blow of the coach's whistle. Even as you and Taehyung set down your things by the bleachers on the other side of the field, you can smell the rubber of soles burning on the track and fresh sweat that makes their uniforms stick to their muscular backs.

"You might want to take a few pictures here," you tell Taehyung as you collect your voice recorder and a notebook from your backpack, "The lighting's pretty good at this time of day."

The blonde boy nods, "It might be nice to get some candid photos."

"Yeah, I agree. Do you need your tripod?"

"Hmm. Probably not for now, but I'll set it up on the track just in case we need a team photo."

"Got it. Now can you remind me what Yoongi—"

But before you can finish your sentence, a loud call of your name catches your attention.

"___!"

You look up to find a blur of gray rushing towards you. Startled, you defensively hold up your arms in front of your face, but it's too late and Jungkook nearly plows you over.

"Ah, Jungkook!" you shriek when the two of you go tumbling down onto the grass.

"Oops, sorry," he laughs, rolling over to keep from crushing you with his weight, "I think I went a little too full-power."

"Ew, you're so sweaty," you say, shooting him a look of disgust when you realize that he's dampened your shirt in his fumbling.

"Sorry," he says as he bounces to his feet and pulls you upright, "I'm just excited that you're here! And ah, you brought Taehyung too?"

Startled by the mention of his name, Taehyung helplessly blinks three times in rapid succession before stuttering, "Y-yep."

"Yah!" A voice booms out from behind you, "Jeon Jungkook, what the hell are you doing?"

The three of you turn around to find a stocky middle-aged man marching towards you, clearly displeased by his star striker's sudden disappearance from practice. This clearly must be the famous coach, Bang Sihyuk, who is bringing the team to victory for the first time in over twenty years.

"Hi, Mr. Bang," you say, quickly intercepting before Jungkook can be scolded, "My name is ___, and I'm temporarily taking over for Somin at the newspaper. We spoke over the phone, remember?"

"Oh… Oh yeah, that's right," he says, scratching his head in confusion, "You're doing the interview today?"

You nod with a wide smile, "Yes. Is this a good time?"

"Well…" he hesitantly begins, "As you probably know, we have our a big game this weekend with the top ranked school in the district… and it's important for the boys to get in as much practice as possible."

"I know, this is incredibly monumental," you sweetly say, trying to get into his good graces, "The team is doing amazing, clearly under your expert guidance, and it would mean so much to the school to be able to hear about it from the members themselves."

Still, the older man looks conflicted, "I don't know… They really need to focus right now."

"I only need one member. And it shouldn't take longer than half an hour," you say with an award-winning smile, "Please, Mr. Bang?"

Jungkook and Taehyung's jaws drop in shock at the way your voice suddenly turns sugar-sweet and your eyelashes flutter girlishly against your cheeks. "What the f—?" But Jungkook luckily nudges the blonde before he can finish his sentence.

"Fine," Coach Bang reluctantly agrees, "You can interview one member this time, okay? But next time, find the kids during your own time, not during practice."

"Got it, Mr. Bang," you say in excitement, "We're just here this time because Taehyung needed to take pictures, but we promise we'll never interrupt practice again!"

Coach Bang simply grumbles in response, a bit flustered by your earnestness, "No longer than half an hour, got it?"

"Of course. That's plenty of time!"

"Great, now where should we go?" Jungkook asks, "Coach, should I show her the locker rooms?"

"Why the hell would you do that?" Coach Bang barks with a little smack to the back of the boy's head, "Besides, who said you were the one being interviewed?"

"Wait, what?" All three of you look up in genuine confusion.

"Coach, I was the one who invited them here," Jungkook explains, "Can't I do the interview?"

"No," he bluntly says, "You've been slacking off, kid. I need you to a dozen drills by the end of the day. I'm really worried about your performance on Saturday."

"But, coach—"

"No but's," he sternly interrupts, "Besides, isn't an interview from the team captain better? Hoseok can do it instead."

"What? That's so unf—"

"Keep whining and that'll be two dozen drills," Coach Bang threatens.

Thoroughly frightened, Jungkook obediently bows, "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." And with that, he hastily jogs away before Coach Bang can change his mind.

"Who the hell is Hoseok?" you hiss at Taehyung as soon as Jungkook leaves.

"Beats me," he whispers back, "I didn't even know we had a soccer team until this week!"

"Hey, Jung!" Coach Bang bellows out, catching the attention of the entire team diligently running through their drills, "Come here for a second."

A lean man with dark red hair looks up at the sound of his name, "Yes, sir!" He leaves the drill and jogs over to join the three of you on the track. "What can I do for you?" He's still a bit out of breath from the practice, and his chest heaves up and down from the exertion.

"Hoseok, these are reporters from the school newspaper," Coach Bang introduces you, "This is ___ and she'll be interviewing you for an article."

"Oh really?" he asks, his handsome face suddenly splitting into a stunning smile, "That's really great."

The brightness of his smile hits you like a direct glance into the burning mid-afternoon sun. For a moment, you can't speak, your mind completely filled with shooting stars and rosy lights. And when Hoseok runs his hands through his sweaty hair, brushing it off his forehead, you feel like a volcano has erupted in your core.

"A-ah, yes," you stammer, self-consciously wiping your mouth for any drool, "I… yes…"

"Awesome," he beams, "Let me towel off real quickly and grab a water bottle, and I'll be right back."

"I… um… oh…" you splutter, but he's already rushed off.

Both you and Taehyung fall into stunned silence as you simultaneously admire the way the lean muscles of his calves flex with every step… and that toned little ass… damn.

"Are you guys okay?" Coach Bang asks, interrupting the moment.

"Oh, yes, sorry," you say, quickly snapping back into it. "We'll be quick with the interview. Thank you for being so accommodating."

He simply grunts in response, "Just hurry it up, kids." And with that, he saunters off to yell at the players.

You and Taehyung stand there for a few seconds, still reeling from Hoseok's potent presence as you watch the gorgeous team captain bend to grab his water bottle from his duffel bag. As of one mind, both of you turn your heads at the same time for the best angle of his ass as he squats on the grass.

"Damn," Taehyung murmurs, "I thought Jungkook was hot but this guy is…" he whistles lowly as words fail to adequately express his appreciation. 

You laugh at his reaction and playfully throw an elbow into his ribs, "I didn't know you were so gay, Tae."

"Fuck, I didn't know either... but damn."

A/N: Sorry for the crack-y nonsense! And I know I’m always a holiday late with my updates, but Happy Thanksgiving and Happy belated Halloween lol. As always, please don’t ask me about updates :) 

[jadehqknb]

Date Prompt #24 - Clubbing/Dancing - Ushijima

“But mom! Why do I have to go?” you whine. Mother fixes you with her sternest glare, placing hands on her hips to let you know she’s serious.

“Because the Ushijima family is very influential, we need to get into their good graces,” she answers with a huff.

Rolling your eyes, you storm upstairs to look at the dress she’s picked for this debacle you’re being forced to go to. Every year a large gala is thrown by some of the top families at Shiratorizawa Academy for the upper classman; their version of an elaborately over done prom you suppose. You never thought it possible you would ever go period, let alone now as a first year. And with Ushijima Wakatoshi of all people! The biggest stick, no, trunk in the mud you’ve ever met! You just can’t understand his appeal to the girls in your group. Granted the boy is handsome, but he’s silent, morose looking, and eats, drinks, and most likely sleeps volleyball.

And of course your family would be the type of traditionalists who adhere to the line of thought that daughters do and say what they’re told to. Overall, things haven’t been so bad, but once your dad heard who was asking to take you (and was smart enough to ask him and not you) there was no getting out of the evening.

Entering your room your eyes fall on your bed, upon which lies a rather beautiful gown. It’s a-line with a v-neck, the shoulder straps covered in faux diamonds which match those around the waist. Picking it up you find the back is lace with a delicate u-drape of fabric. The skirt is flowy but not too wide, the color a rich, plum color. In a box you find a pair of low heeled silver shoes. Trying on the dress you gasp. Even you have to admit you look good!

Mom comes in and claps her hands. “Oh honey, you look beautiful! Here, let me help you with your hair and makeup.” Without much choice in the matter she sits you down at your vanity, primping, curling, painting and manipulating your face and hair to just how she wants it. When she’s done your hair is in an elegant up-do, a beautiful diamond (real this time) hair pin tucked in the back. She’s accomplished a subtle fresh look for your face, but opted for a deep bold burgundy lipstick. You’re surprised your mom would choose such a color. Flushing a bit when you look in the mirror you can’t help but smile at her in the reflection of the glass.

“That’s my girl,” she says before a knock at the door draws her attention away. “And that much be your handsome date, I’ll get the door dear. Wait here a minute, you must make a good entrance.”

You snort as she leaves; sometimes she can be so silly but you love her anyway. From downstairs you hear Wakatoshi’s deep voice resonating as he greets your mom in short simple syllables. Suddenly, you’re really nervous. You’ve been so caught up in the preparation and fun girly time with mom that it completely left your head why you’re even doing this. Swallowing down your nerves you step out of your room and head towards the stairs just as your mother is calling up, “______-chan! Ushijima-san is here!”

Taking a deep breath, you carefully navigate the stairs, managing to not fall by keeping your eyes on your feet. When you finally reach the ground floor you look up, just barely managing not to gasp. Standing before you is Ushijima and he looks good. You’ve only ever seen him in his school uniform or once in a while his volleyball one. This is the first you’ve ever seen him in “real life” but it feels like a fantasy.

He’s clad in a black tuxedo with royal purple shirt and white tie. In his hand he holds a corsage of white lilies.

Mom clears her throat, reminding you that you really should stop staring and say something. Bowing slightly you say, “Good evening Ushijima-san.”

“Good evening, ______-san, thank you for accompanying me this evening,” he replies though his face is as expressionless as ever. Either he’s not as impressed with you as you are with him, or he really isn’t able to remove that look from his face.

After some awkwardness of getting the corsage on your wrist and begging through clenched teeth for your mother to stop taking pictures, the two of you make your way outside. You’re not surprised to see a limo, the driver standing beside the back door, opening it as you approach. He takes your hand guiding you in and you scoot further across the seat as Ushijima follows you. The door shuts and when the driver takes him place up front you’re on your way.

Unsurprisingly the ride there is silent, you looking out the window and your date staring straight ahead. You’re fairly sure he wants to be here about as much as you do and so try not to begrudge him too badly. When you arrive to the hotel where the gala is being hosted the driver opens the door allowing Ushijima to exit. When you scoot over and extend your hand out for assistance you’re surprised to find it’s the stoic male and not the driver who has taken it to help you out. An unexpected blush floods your cheeks at the contact.

He shocks you further by wrapping your arm through his, leading you to the entrance. Seems he’s been more trained than you previously thought, not that you’re exactly a debutant. You still don’t understand why out of all the girls, particularly rich girls, he could have chosen he picked little ol’ you.

When the doors open your eyes widen; everything is covered or made of glitzy silvers, golds and ambers. Ushijima guides you to the main ballroom. The moment he lets you go, numerous girls flood around him asking all sorts of inane questions. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you make your way to the drink and hors d’oeuvres table. Grabbing a plate and a cup you fill up since you’ve not had dinner.

Finding a quiet corner table, you sit down and eat your snacks, observing Ushijima dealing with his sudden fan club. You snort to yourself thinking how awkward he looks, knowing that if Oikawa were in the same position he’d have the lot of them blushing and giggling in no time. He appears to be looking around and when his eyes land on you he stops. Without preamble or explanation, he guides himself through the throng of estrogen and reaches your table.

“Why did you leave?” he asks sitting down.

You smirk. “Didn’t want to get in the way of your fan club,” you respond cheekily. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was annoyed with you at leaving him alone to deal with that.

His next statement confirms it. “Why do you think I asked you to come to this? To avoid, that from happening.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Um, sorry I guess, usually when guys are flocked by beautiful girls they don’t complain too much.”

“I don’t appreciate cheap flattery and fake niceness,” he replies looking back across the dance floor at the girls now glaring at you. You could care less. It’s not like you’re friends anyway.

Shrugging your shoulders you offer an olive branch in the form of a mushroom stuff with toasted cheese. “Hungry?” you proffer. He nods, plucking the fungus from your fork and popping it in his mouth. The action makes you laugh.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, just…never mind, it’s really nothing,” you giggle. He looks at you with the same stone expression but his eyes seem to have warmed slightly.  

Eventually the two of you finish the plate of food together, all in silence. You’re surprised to feel so comfortable with it, and him, so quickly. Glancing at the dance floor again you can’t stop a sigh from escaping your lips. There are numerous couples twirling and swaying about in a traditional waltz. Dance has been one of your hobbies since you were a young girl and you’ve always dreamed of being in a place like this, wearing a dress like the one you are and dancing the night away with a handsome prince.

Casting side eyes at your date you chuckle to yourself. Ushijima may be handsome, but a prince he is not. And that’s ok, really, but still it would be nice…

Your thoughts are cut off when he stands up. Thinking he’s about to go get a drink or something you don’t look up but are startled when his hand extends into your line of vision. You look at it and then up at him, floored to see him with his other hand behind his back, his waist bent in a slight bow as he silently asks you to dance.

Taking his hand, he easily lifts you out of your chair and ushers you to the dance floor. Turning you around, he places one large hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand and guiding it into position. With a short nod he indicates he’s about to start and off he goes, leading you in a perfectly timed waltz, falling in line with the circle of dancers already present.

Round and round he guides you, his hold firm but gentle, his eyes never leaving your face to look at his feet; he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You’ve never danced with someone outside of your classes and feel your nerves begin to take over. You stumble a bit on your dress but he holds you up, effortlessly turning your fumble into a slight dip before bringing you even closer to himself. Leaning down he says in your ear, “Don’t over think it, follow my lead.”

You nod in understanding, the rest of the dance going off without any further issues. At the conclusion of the song you and the rest of the dance floor occupants clap in appreciation to the musicians. Thinking the moment over, you turn to leave but when the next song starts you feel yourself pulled back into Ushijima’s arms. At your look of surprise he offers, for the first time ever, a slight smile. You understand a little bit more girls’ attraction to this boy.

For the rest of the night the two of you are lost in your own world of dancing. It’s a means of communication you’ve always heard of but never experienced because most of the partners you’ve had always either tried to be too smooth or were too nervous, constantly talking or stammering away. But with Ushijima, it’s easy and surprisingly fun.

On your way home, you manage to get him to open up a little when you ask about volleyball. When you ask about where he learned to dance he replies simply, “Refinement courses.” You can’t hold back your giggle and see another hint of a smile quirk his lip up.  He’s been a perfect gentleman the whole night and you’re thrilled to have been given a glimpse into another layer of Ushijima.

When you reach your home he again exits the car and helps you out, leading you to your front door.

“I had a good time tonight,” he says simply.

“I did too, thank you for requesting me.” You curtsey with a giggle.

He bows in good nature of your playfulness and says goodnight.

The next day on your locker is a white lily and a note:

               I really enjoyed our time together. Go out with me again?

                               - Wakatoshi

You smile, sliding the note into your bag. Later that afternoon you make your way to the gym, taking a seat in the bleachers to watch Wakatoshi practice. When he sees you, he jogs over during a water break.

“Is this a yes?” he asks and you nod. “Good, wait for me. I’ll take you out when I’m done here.” You nod again and he runs back to hit more spikes.

[heartbreakhotel16]

Avengers Academy

Chapter 15:

Another night to dread. It's girls night. Who plans a girls night on a Wednesday night? Laura was not looking forward to any of it. All she wanted to do is stay at home and listen to Peter ramble on about some quantum physics stuff. Yes, Laura Kinney, who hates the idea of science, wants to listen to the science nerd. The nerd who has opened something inside her. He has managed to budge the door open just enough to pop his head through.

Laura also hated the idea of getting dressed up. It was just pizza, why did there have to be a dress code? The world may never know with those girls. It's like watching a reality show, annoying as can be but entertaining because you're trying to make sense of why they act the way they do.

Maybe that's why everyone watches the Kardashian's? That's one show that she couldn't understand one bit. They're rich and half of them have plastic surgery and have impossible bodies. Why do they have so many problems?

She applied little yet bold makeup. No foundation, eyeshadow or eyeliner. Just mascara and lipstick. Boom, done. Took all of... She checks her invisible watch. She's done this so many times that she knows it was 3 minutes.

Looking at the mirror checking for anything like stains or tears. Other girls would care if they looked good or not. Not Laura. All she cared about is if she looked messy from a tear that came from a fight or a stain from food or blood.

She may look like a girly girl but we all know she's not. Laura walked out of the bathroom and back to her and Peter's room. She walked in expecting for him to still be gone but he's standing right there in his suit.

"Oh hey Laura." He said getting undressed. "Hey" She said in a low tone. She was not expecting to see that he had what looked like an eight pack, very toned arm and back muscles, and... Laura had to stop herself from getting carried away.

Ever since Saturday night things have drastically changed. Laura isn't pushing Peter away, she's letting them get dressed in the same room but obviously looking away, and more talking between them.

There's only an exception for right now because she's fully dressed and well he WAS fully dressed. Laura doesn't hate him anymore. She doesn't know what to feel. Does she like him as a friend?

He is a really nice kid and has been helping her a lot. Even with homework she would struggle with. Now the boy was fully dressed again and looking right at her. "Uh wow, uh you, you look really nice." Peter was now blushing and nervous.

It was extremely obvious to because every word he said was breathy and he was majorly stuttering. Mentally Laura laughed at his dorky self. "Thanks. It's girl's night. We had a dress code." Laura chuckled and Peter nervously did the same.

Peter will fully admit to only Ned and maybe May that he thought Laura was undeniably beautiful. Even if she wore all black. He knows she's not goth. Laura is far from goth.

Her taste in music, movies, and even alcohol screams "I was born in the wrong era". Some days black was just the color that looked best all together. She's worn different colors though and she switches out jackets.

Sometimes to a jean jacket or sweatshirt. Still looking beautiful to Peter though. He keeps getting that feeling he had with Liz that he has with Laura, except on a lesser scale because of staying with each other.

"You ok Parker? Do I need to web your jaw to your mouth?" Laura joked. Other than keeping Spider-Man a secret, he was terrible at keeping them. Peter's facial expressions always gave his secrets away.

Recently Laura has picked up that Peter totally has crush on her, if that's appropriate to say for two 18 year olds. Just the way he looks at her sometimes says "I totally want her to be my girlfriend." Sorry dude, she's friend zoning you for so many reasons.

She's not doing it because she's not her type but rather his safety and for the fact that she's not sure about her feelings for him yet. "Well, I have to go. See ya bug boy." Laura goes over and hugs him just to mess with him.

It leaves him speechless and she finds messing with people hilarious. Laura makes it down the elevator out to the lobby. "Umm, what took you so long?" One of the girl's said not so pleased. Oh Laura wanted to do whip her claws out but turns out the person at the front desk was there.

"Oh ya know maybe I was fucking the boy of your sexual fantasies before coming down." She retorted getting looks from everyone. She's already regretting this. They make it to the pizza place and the entire way there she wanted to gouge her eyes out and slice her ears off.

All of them were dressed like hookers for pizza, PIZZA! Her being hangry didn't help. They ordered 3 pies. Two and half for each table. Why they needed that many who knows. The entire time Laura spaced out and didn't talk.

Who could blame her though? Even someone who's the happiest person on earth would probably much rather be somewhere else.Laura also couldn't stop thinking about Peter. How does she feel about him? Yeah she wants to be friends but maybe she wants more.

Her thoughts earlier about him pretty much being naked in front of her indicated some. She also thinks he's an amazing guy and is kind of shocked that girls don't want him. He is slightly on the list of dreams guys right? Laura's not great about detecting those things.

She's only ever dated one guy and then he cheated on her so she's clueless. "Laura! Snap out of it. You've been a buzz kill this entire time with your depressing personality." Laura had it. She stood up, took her drink and dumped it on the prissy fake blonde and then walked away satisfied.

She texted Peter to come get her (texts above). She's free and super fucking happy about it. She'll just keep walking until he finds her. Considering Laura has claws, she can take care of herself but she's also lazy and Peter is an easy ride back.

About not even 5 minutes later she decides to wait in an alleyway for him to show up. For a boy who's pretty fast he does take his sweet ass time. Out of nowhere he lowers himself to Laura's head height.

She jumps from the sudden red blob that's there and puts her claws out. "Woah! Calm it's just me. Don't slice me to shreds." Peter begs. "You asshole! You're lucky I know how to control myself a bit. You would've been a dead spider." She says letting a breath out.

Peter chuckles at the dead spider comment. In his best Italian mob accent he says "Sorry miss. Didn't mean ta scare ya." Laura rolls her eyes at the stupid accent. "You ready to take me back?" She asks.

"What no kiss for the hero who's saving you from bitches?" Yeah like Laura is going to kiss him in an alleyway upside down. "Yeah no. Just come down and take me away. I'm tired. Let's go." He hops down happy that his mask is covering his disappointment.

At least he tried and Laura gave him that. If he had done that somewhere else then she probably would've done it to shut him up and get out of there. Where they were keeper her out and brought back memories she wasn't fond of.

"You ready miss?" Peter asked in that stupid accent again. "Stop doing that" Laura commanded as she wrapped her arms around him. "Ok, ok." He grabbed her waist and shot a web. "Here we go!" Needless to say they both enjoyed swinging like that but would never admit it to each other.