#these guys take such a toll on me it’s insane they affect my mood and thoughts so much it’s crazy

[fear-no-mort]

my lifeline for the next 6 days

[catxsnow]

WW III D.G.

Summary: Disbanding the Titans did more damage on you then anyone would have thought. Based on Titans

Warning: SWEARING YOU KNOW THE DRILL, angst, uh some mentions that you and Dick did the sex 

A/N: This is kind of has a similar vibe to OLD WOUNDS, but like more painful if that’s possible so have fun. 

GIF not mine. 

Word Count: 3k

Being part of the original Titans was something that you were proud of. You were the youngest of the bunch but proved your worth the first time that you fought together as a team. The six of you were unstoppable together and for years you continued to prove that. It was upon losing Garth that the team broke apart.

Jericho too, even though he was never part of the team. He trusted the lot of you like friends and you betrayed him. You used him to get to his father. It had taken a toll on all of you. It was why you all parted ways.

Hank and Dawn left together, you were sure nothing could break them apart. They kept up the crime fighting at their own pace. Donna quit altogether, she couldn't bare to wear that suit again after losing Gar. Dick became a detective in Detroit, never to be heard from again.

You however, you stayed in San Francisco. The city had been your home your entire life and just because the team split apart in their own ways, didn't mean that you were ready to part with your home. The Titans Tower remained vacant. Though you couldn't leave the city, you couldn't go back to your home away from home either.

There were too many memories in there. Memories of spending late night hours with Dawn and Donna being just regular girls during crazy times. Memories of beating Hank and Garth in training and never letting them hear the end of it. Memories of you and Dick, balancing between lovers and haters.

Throughout all the years that you had known Dick Grayson, you couldn't tell how you spent your time with him more: at his throat fighting or between his sheets. The two of you had a fire that never went away, sometimes it left destruction in its path while others it created something beautiful.

He consumed your life. Every day, every hour you were with him. The team couldn't keep up with what kind of terms that you were on half the time. Especially when you were out fighting together, no matter what was going on between you, the two of you protected each other to a whole new level.

You and Dick were perfect together when it came to crime fighting, that was a constant between the two of you.

And then he left. Dick Grayson packed up his bags and left San Francisco, he left you. It had been years ago but you could still remember the pain from him gone. Dick left you without even a goodbye. He thought that it was best to just disappear without anyone knowing where he was gone, without a painful goodbye.

Fuck did that hurt you.

Dick had the tendency to make your life miserable. The two of you fought over everything, couldn't agree on anything, and reeked such havoc that you couldn't tell where the destruction ended and where it started. However, he also knew how to make your life a blessing. Sweet words whispered to you late at night, kisses that would make your knees weak, and affection that continuously dragged you in for more.

His disappearance changed all that. You no longer wanted to feel these things for him, looking back at it, your relationship was nothing but toxic. One minute you were getting dragged down by him and the next you were on a pedestal. Never had a relationship of yours been filled with so many ups and downs.

So, when Dick popped up on your radar in San Francisco, specifically at the one place that you used to call home, you had no choice but to see what the hell he was doing in your city. Not only had he come back, but he had brought a bunch of strangers as well. This wasn't just his building to use, it was all of yours.

Dick, along with the others who had been curious as to who was riding up the elevator, waited for your arrival in. He knew that it had been years since he had come to see you and that leaving your like this wasn't going to be a warm welcome. He didn't know what to expect when it came to you.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Dick looked at you in awe. The years apart had done you well. You looked older, more mature. It was obvious that you were still in the game, muscles were more defined than they ever had been. You hair had changed styles - it suited you better. Dick thought that you looked beautiful.

His moment of awe was abruptly ended when he felt a punch thrown right at his cheek. Dick groaned at the pain and held onto where you had hit him. Your fists were clenched at your sides and it was easy to tell you were pissed. The kids behind him simultaneously let out a noise of shock that some stranger would attack their supposed leader like that.

"What the fuck are you doing back here, Grayson," you spit out. As much as he never knew what you were going to do, he didn't expect you to be this angry. "You disappear for years, no calls, no texts and then you show your face back in my city?" you pushed him back with every statement until he was up against a wall.

Dick had never seen such a fire in your eyes. After all of your fights, you were never this angry with him.

"(Y/N), I-" he paused. The last thing that he wanted to do with you right now was fight. You had done enough of that when you were kids.

"Who's the babe?" One of the kids that Dick had with him spoke up with the sudden silence. There were two boys, both of which must have been around the same age while the girl looked a little younger. You had no idea who these people were but they must have been special to be in the tower.

"I recommend you treat me with some respect, kid. Or I'll put you on your ass before you can repeat that," you snapped. Generally, you were in a lot better mood than this, however seeing Dick again but a new kind of fire in your chest.

"This is, (Y/N) (L/N)," Dick glanced between you and the others. "We, were, uh, partners."

"Partners wouldn't leave each other," you glared. "I don’t know why I even bothered coming here. Fuck you, Dick Grayson." You shook your head in frustration and headed back to the elevator that you came up from. This was a mistake, you shouldn't have even bothered to stir up old feelings that you had buried years ago.

"(Y/N)," Dick called out for you. "I could use your help, starting the Titans back up again." He wanted to tell you that he wanted you back in his life. He would take any excuse to have you back again. Coming back to the tower was driven by wanting to see you again. it had been years, and he had no idea where to start.

You laughed, the kind of laugh that put a chill through him. "You want to start the Titans again? Are you insane? There's a reason I never came back here, Dick. You should have done the same. Leave, before someone else gets killed on your watch."

"I can't do this without you," Dick tried to stop you once more. You were already standing in the elevator, praying that these doors would close faster. He missed you, he just didn't realize how much until arriving there. Memories of the two of you rushed back to him and he couldn't get you out of his head.

"Good. Don't."

Finally, the doors closed. You could feel your chin tremble as the overwhelming desire to cry surfaced. Seeing him again reminded you of what used to be. The two of you were destined to be at your game of cat and mouse forever. He ruined that, and he knew it too. Leaving you was one of the biggest regrets he had.

You hadn't been the same without him. Your fighting became more tactile and aggressive - just as his had. You didn't have anyone to back you up anymore leaving you with more injuries than you ever had with the team. After years of having someone to watch your back, it took a long time to become accustomed to going solo.

One thing was for sure: you weren't going to let him back into your life just to fuck it all up again.

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Being an original Titan meant that all your information was stuck in the database, no matter how many times you tried to delete it all. You address, you family, everything there was to know about you down to your allergies. With all that at the tip of Dick's fingers, he couldn't not go over to your home to try and fix things.

He let you cool down, gave you a few days to think about his reappearance. Not to mention that he needed to settle back into the place that he once called home again. Every room that he went in, all he could think about was the memories that he made with you in each of them. His old bedroom struck him the hardest.

Past memories consumed him. The ones of the hours that you spent with him in there - laughing, joking, fighting, the make ups and the break ups. He knew that the path that you guys took was a bumpy one but he wanted it all back. He wanted you back and he knew that it wasn't fair of him to ask you of that.

Dick broke your trust. He left you when he should have known that you were the only person that would have his back. He lost the trust of the others, not after what he did with Jericho. You were the only one who knew that this was all of your faults, not just his. You were willing to share the blame but he put it all on himself.

When Dick showed up at your doorstep, late at night with a bottle of whiskey in his hands as a peace offering, you didn't want to let him in. You didn't want to let him back into your life after he ruined you for so many years. Yet, when you met his eyes, you couldn't resist opening the door a little wider for him to step in.

You brought two glasses to your small living room and handed one over to him. With your history, you were going to need the whole bottle if either of you wanted this to end well.

"I'm sorry," Dick finally brought up the reason that he was there. "I fucked up, I know. You didn't deserve this. I shouldn't have left you, not the way that I did."

"No, you shouldn't have," you agreed. "Jericho wasn't your fault, Dick. We all agreed to the plan, I take as much responsibility as you do. You didn't kill him, Slade did. If there's anyone to blame it's him. I wish you would have understood that all those years ago, I wish the others would have too."

"Doesn't matter," Dick shook his head. "They wanted to throw the blame on me and I let them, I wanted them to."

"You've always been a glutton for punishment," You sighed, taking another sip of your drink. "You can't just come back here thinking that I'm going to waltz back into your arms, Dick. You wrecked me when you left. Do you know how hard it was for me to move on with my life without you? After all those years together I thought that I would have meant more to you."

"You do," Dick met your eyes. Glutton for punishment was right, he was kicking himself over this, over leaving you. "I was never good for you. How many times did we fight? You deserve a lot better partner than me. I always knew that, I just hoped that me leaving would make you realize that as well."

It didn't. Him leaving brought out your worst self-consciousness. You analyzed everything about the situation wondering why the fuck he would leave without telling you. The others all said their farewells, wished you the best of luck. All except him, it was as if the moment the others left that you meant nothing to him as well.

"It didn't," you shook your head, pouring yourself another glass. "I tried to forget about you. Fuck did I try. You meant a lot of things to me, Dick. I just wish that you would have been able to see that."

"If I would have meant that much to you, we wouldn't have argued so much," Dick countered.

"Fight just to fuck just to fight again," You scoffed to yourself. It was true, looking back at many of your years, that seemed to be the trend. Anyone who didn't know you would have just known this, they wouldn't have known about the emotional moments you shared, the genuine care that you had for each other.

"World War Three, huh?"

You knew that if anyone tried to hurt you, Dick would have torn them apart. He would have fought anyone that looked at you the wrong way he cared so much - at least you thought it was him caring. Years of pinning over each other, maybe it wasn't care, maybe it was obsessiveness that he had for you.

The idea of a constant battle of fighting just to make up. Knowing that he could never quite have you but also aware that you couldn't belong to anyone else. Bruce shaped Dick into many things, but his compulsiveness? That was something that you were sure that was formed from neglect of emotion.

"I loved you, Dick," you gripped the sides of the chair you were sitting on to stop you from shaking. "You left before I ever got the chance to tell you."

"We all left, (Y/N)," Dick looked at you with sadness written on his face. "Titans disbanded, we couldn't keep up this act of being a team anymore. You didn't have to stay here either, that was your choice."

You picked up on his tone. I didn't love you back. Maybe he was the self-righteous asshole that everyone put him out to be. You were just to blindsided to see it for so many years. He pulled you into a trap and even when he let you go you still hung on.

Dawn. It was always Dawn that he wanted, not you. He knew with Hank in the picture, he would never get her again. Their fling was short lasting but made an ever lasting effect on him. Dawn didn't realize that it had hurt you more than it had hurt anyone else.

"I hoped that we could be a team again," your voice was strained. You downed the rest of your drink hoping to cover it up. Your disappointment turned to frustration and anger towards him. "You're right, I should have known better than to keep my hopes up. I see you found replacements already."

"I was hoping you would come back too," Dick offered again. You shook your head, going back there would do you no good. Being back with Dick would only drag you into old habits, habits that nearly destroyed you last time. After taking years to build yourself back up again, you couldn't afford the risk.

"I was too blindsided by your cock last time, I'm not making the same mistake again," You stood up from your spot and walked over to the front door. "I think its time to do what you do best and leave."

"I'm not leaving here until I know that you're going to be okay," Dick stayed seated in his spot. He poured himself another glass and topped up your drink. The two of you were going through the bottle like it was nothing. "I always cared about you, I never stopped. Please, just think about coming back to the Titans.

"Dick, please. Just go," your voice trembled. Just because he cared about you didn't mean he ever loved you like you loved him. How much of his feelings were faked just so he could get laid? You weren't the type of person that could have casual sex, you needed that emotional tether. Dick didn't.

"I'm being serious," Dick leaned back on your couch. He wasn't going to leave, he was too stubborn for that.

"I'll come back if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that once upon a time you loved me."

Dick sighed, his eyes sealed shut at your ultimatum. God did he want you back at the tower, he wanted you there as his fighter, as a leader. He couldn't handle a bunch of kids on his own, he needed you there. You already knew the ins and outs of crime fighting, it would be so much easier for him.

He knew he needed you but he also knew that he couldn’t drag you through a roller coaster again. Dick had put you through so much already, it wouldn’t be fair to keep you close just for his own benefit. He cared about you too much to hurt you again.

"I can't do that, (Y/N)."

[whoreforfanfiction]

Late Night Calls (MM Preferences)

Yoosung

Yoosung usually stayed up pretty late playing LOLOL with his guild friends. It annoyed you at times, but you stayed up until he was finished so you guys could chat about how your day went. Right on time, you heard the buzzing of your phone and instantly picked up.

             "Hey M/C I just caught the most rare boss monster in the game!!" You smirked because he says every monster is a rare boss monster. You think it was his attempt to impress you.

        "Is that right? I knew you could do it! That's my brave warrior," you cooed back at him feeding his ego. His giggle echoed through the phone and played like music in your ears. 

        "I want you here to play with me. It isn't as fun without you by my side cheering for me. You help me play better." His words made your heart melt. "Can you come over tomorrow? I don't have classes." You nodded vigorously until you realized he couldn't hear you and was still awaiting your response.       

        "Of course, cutie. Wouldn't miss it for the world." His excited giggles pierced your ears again. Yoosung wasn't much of a casanova or a super good sweet-talker like Zen, but he always found ways to make you feel needed and special. 

        "I should probably go. I gotta make a snack run to stock up for you tomorrow. I'll go to Seven's and beg him for some Honey Buddha Chips since we both like them."

        "You'd share those precious chips with me?" you giggled knowing this was a high compliment coming from Yoosung, "You're total husband material." You could feel him blushing and he tried to comment back, but his stutter got in the way and you couldn't understand him. 

        "I gotta go now, bye!" the awkward but adorable baby hung up. You smiled with excited thoughts about what was to come tomorrow. 

Zen

Zen had some late rehearsals this week. His got his desired role in a new movie called Killer Clowns where he played the main clown. You thought it was creepy and stupid, but he saw it as an opportunity to practice and get out there. Plus, he wasn't used to doing darker horror movies, so it was a good opportunity all around. The downfall of that was, you didn't talk to your boyfriend at all until the late hours of the night. You HATED the drowsy conversations because he was always half-asleep and could never hold a decent conversation. You dealt with it though knowing that this role was important to him. He was a couple minutes later calling than usual, so you decided to dial his number. After a few rings, he picked up.

        "Hey babe my beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend. How was your day." His voice was husky and deep and sounded like you just woke him up.

        "I'm sorry honey, were you sleeping?" You felt bad knowing that he was constantly exhausted from working. 

        "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend recently. I would hate if you did this to me too. I just want to prove to you that I am hard-working and I want to make enough money for me to support both of us. So if doing this role can provide some of that, I need to do it," he stated reading your mind.

        "I don't hate it, we just don't feel as close as we usually do. I'm missing you more and more each day. I already know you're hard-working honey, you don't need to prove it to me. I am already so insanely proud of you." You tried to raise his spirits since you knew he felt guilty about how little he was talking to you recently. 

        "That's so like you. Reading my mind knowing exactly what I need to hear. I miss you more than you miss me. I have a billion pictures of you hanging up in my dressing room. I promise after this is all over, I will make it up to you. I would do anything to hold your beautiful face in my hands and give you everything you want and desire. I will be with you soon my love i promise. You know you're the best cheerleader and your support means everything to me. I am forever greatful." 

        His kind words warmed your heart and made you feel like your sacrifices were being noticed and appreciated. You started to talk again, but his snores cut you off. You decided to let him sleep. You muttered an I love you before heading off to bed. 

Jaehee

Bless this girl's soul, she works so much she's been coming home from the office way past normal buisness hours. However, she always made sure she called you before heading off to bed. Never late, she called you at the exact same minute on the dot everyday. Your phone rang and you jumped onto your bed to answer it.

        "Hello M/C. How has your day been?" She began the conversation.

        "I'm worried about you. All this work can't be healthy and I'm afraid it's going to start taking a toll on you." You didn't answer her question and got straight to the point you wanted to discuss with her.        

        "I know, but Mr. Han asked and I must listen to him."

        "I know you get paid a decent amount, but Jaehee, you could work literally anywhere else and be respected more than you are there."

        "I need the money in order for you to move in with me and for me to be able to support us comfortably. I hope you can see that my sacrifices are for the better." 

        "Jaehee, I don't care about the money. I care about your happiness and well-being above all else. I know you'd feel the same if the roles were reversed." She paused for a moment and didn't answer. 

        "My love, I am exhausted, but I do understand your point of view. How about we get coffee tomorrow and discuss alternatives. I am not trying to end our conversation short, I simply want to be fully awake when we do discuss this since it is an important matter." 

        "Yes, that would be lovely." You smiled excited to see the love of your life tomorrow. 

        "Thank you for always worrying about me and caring about me more than I care about myself. You've been a huge help in my life and I hope one day I will be able to show you how much all your actions helped me." 

        "Goodnight, Jaehee."

        "Goodnight, M/C. I love you." 

Jumin

His dad keeps throwing more and more responsiblity at him in the company. You could tell Jumin was stressed, but he never conveyed it. It started out slow, him coming home an hour later, then two hours later, then three. Soon enough, you didn't get to talk to the cooperate heir until the early hours in the morning before he got his few hours sleep before doing it all over again.  Jumin told you multiple times not to stay up and wait for him to call since it would be a waste for both of you to lose sleep. However, you still stayed up and called him every night knowing that he secretly appreciated the light conversations you shared.        

        "Jumin! I missed you!" You decided not to prompt him on work since you could tell he didn't want to talk about it. 

        "I missed you too M/C. My day was slightly better than usual since my cook decided to create your favorite dish. It reminded me of you and brought a smile to my face." 

        "Jumin, I know this might not be socially right for me to ask this but, can I come stay with you for a bit? It's very upsetting not being able to stay with you and I think if I were to be at your side for a little more of the day, it could go faster for the both of us." You were nervous to hear his reply. There was a long silence between you two and you became fearful that you said something wrong. He hung up and your fears grew worse. After a couple minutes, he called back.

        "Forgive me for that. I have completed the arrangements to have you come over. Assistant Kang will send a car for you tomorrow at 6 AM. I hope you can forgive me on the early hours, I was being greedy and wanted to see you as soon as I wake up. I have alerted the staff that you will be moving in with me." 

        "Moving in?" You didn't remember asking that.        

        "Yes, I understand that you only asked to spend some time with me, however regarding my feelings towards you, I feel like having you by my side constantly will enhance my mood even more drastically. If you object, please let me know." He sounded confident, but you knew he was scared that you would say no.

        "Of course I'd love to move in with you. I do have one request though." 

        "Anything."        

        "Tell the cook not to make breakfast. I want to cook with you in the morning before you head off to work. It'll give us some time to hang out before you have to leave." You could hear the smirk in his voice.

        "Well, then I have to make a request also."

        "Yes?"

        "You have to sleep the night in bed with me"

        "Is there a specific reason you're requesting this?" You questioned curious to hear his response. You smiled to yourself becoming excited about your life to come.

        "Because I am being selfish yet again. I feel my sleeping will improve with you laying between my arms. You make me feel comfortable and put me at peace." His compliment made your cheeks blush.

        "I love you, dork." 

        "I love you too, M/C."

Seven

The Defender of Justice? Getting no sleep? That's all he ever talks about. He tries to joke about it playing it off like it's his duty to protect the justice, but in reality, he misses you more than you can possibly imagine. All his work has been piling up more and more recently and it makes his head spin. All he wants to do is hold you and make jokes and tease Yoosung. But, he can't and it depresses him. He still tried his best to call and keep in touch with you. He watched you constantly on the CCTV, but he knew it wasn't enough for either of you. Sometimes, he'd call every day for a week. Other times, he called once every two weeks. His irregular schedule also stressed you out, but you knew it wasn't going to change so you tried to cope. Today, you were surprised to hear your phone ringing. 

        "Drum roll please!" He began. You made a drum sound with your mouth, playing along with his little game. "I, 707, the brave defender of internet justice, just put off work yet again to come rescue the princess from her/his sheer boredom!"

        "Awww!! My hero!" you cooed back at him. 

        "If you want to better show your love and affection, blow a big ol' kiss to the security camera outside your door!" You jogged outside, the cold air nipping at your skin. You got on your tip toes and delievered a kiss to your boyfriend. Virtually at least.

        "Kyahhhhhhh! Cuteness overload!!! Can't take much more. Going to implode." Seven overexaggerated. You made a mwah sound and he totally lost it.

        "Program 707 has stopped working. Over heating. Lack of ventilation. Pure nosebleed central. Please restart by saying the words, Seven! I love you!" 

        "Seven! I love you!" You giggled while saying it.

        "Ahhhhh. My darling 606 has resurrected me. So my little kitten, how was your day today?"

        "The usual. Thinking about you. Looking at pictures of you. Wondering how you look so hot in LOLOL cosplay." You knew you were making him blush almost as hard as he made you blush earlier. Your relationship was filled with playful flirting and you loved it. 

        "Seven," you started back up again being more serious this time, "are you okay? Like, are you safe? You've been getting worse recently and I hate seeing you lose yourself. I need you here, however selfish that may be."

        "I know I've been sucky recently, but everyone is counting on me. And would I be your knight in shining armor if I let you and others down? I love you my little shortcake and I am working hard so that this torture will be over for you soon enough."

His attempt at reassuring you was sufficient for now, but you made a mental note to finish talking to him about this later. 

        "I'll let you get some rest twerp. You know I love you right?" 

        "Yes, M/C. I love you too my sexy little kitten. I'll try my best to call you tomorrow okay?" 

        "Don't make promises you can't keep. You won't defend the promise justice that way and I'd have to strip you of your title."

        "That would be the ultimate KO for me!! Unimaginable damage! I will call you tomorrow. I love you." And with that, he hung up and you returned to day dreaming about going to a space station with a certain red-headed male.

[girls-love-girls1200]

24. Wendy X Reader •Realization•

Your body emitted an aura of pure happiness in that moment, the alcohol running through your veins lowering your inhibitions to a point where you were forgetting all your worries.

The feeling of letting loose had been greatly missed recently. Being submerged in assignments and studying for finals completely took over your life.

Thank God for Lisa, your best friend had gone out of her way to make space in her extremely busy schedule and forcefully remove you from your dorm room.

It kind of saddened you that your girlfriend couldn’t do the same but you also knew she was even busier than you with promoting Red Velvet’s new solo.

Of course you still spoke daily and tried your hardest to see eachother once or twice a week but it wasn’t enough for either of you, which often resulted with Wendy acting extremely possessive.

A loud sigh escaped you as you finally got to rest your feet after what felt like hours of dancing with your best friend and her band mates that had tagged along.

“I’m really sorry to burst your bubble Y/SN but you should check your phone, it’s being ringing like crazy since you left for the dance floor.”

Rosè had to yell so that she could be heard over the loud music in the club.

A light feeling of dread bubbled in your chest at her words, knowing there was only one person that would call you so many times in the space of a few hours.

You felt the girls’ eyes on you while you rummaged through your handbag, Wendy always said it must be magic or something for it to contain so many ramdom things.

When you finally found the device you’re good mood dissipated in an instant.

12 missed calles from: Wendy💕

11 new messages from: Wendy💕

Wendy 💕 11:31 Where are you?

Wendy 💕 11:48 Are you with Lisa?

Wendy 💕 11:52 Anyone else?

Wendy 💕 11:59 Why aren’t you answering me?

Wendy 💕 12:06 Fine, ignore me like always

Wendy 💕 12:13 Just pick up the damn phone Y/N

Wendy 💕 12:13 Come home pls

Wendy 💕 12:14 I want to spend some time with you

Wendy 💕 12:27 Answer or I’ll track your damn phone

Wendy 💕 12:35 ?????

Wendy 💕 12:48 I’m coming to pick you up

“Y/N this is not okay, she’s clearly insane... How can you deal with this?”

Jennie’s voice made you jump, a frown on your face as the buzz from the alcohol had completely left your body.

Hands shaking in frustration you picked up your belongings and made your way around the table to say your goodbyes.

“She’s not used to us not being around eachother that much, she worries and sometimes too much.”

Your arms wrapped around Jennie’s smaller figure as she placed a soft kiss on your collarbone,

“But you love her.”

You managed to smile as you looked down at her,

“That I do, now come wait with me outside Lalisa.”

Your best friend smiled softly at you before wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you towards the exit, leaving the flashing lights, loud music and grinding bodies behind you.

Your breath morphed into little clouds as you stood outside, hands shoved in your pockets and backs against the wall, Lisa’s head resting on your shoulder as you both stood in silence, admiring the city life around you.

“I hate your stupid girlfriend when she acts like this.”

You stood up straight at her sudden outburst and took notice of the pissed off expression on her face,

“She always has to ruin our good time, I barely get to see you too you know?

But you don’t see me complaining or acting like a jealous bitch.”

“Watch your mouth Lalisa.”

Her big eyes met your own,

“No, because it’s always me that picks up the pieces when you guys fight over her stupid ass behavior, and she gets away with it every single time Y/N.”

Her voice softened at the hurt expression in your eyes,

“I’m just tired of seeing you getting hurt by her.”

Tears pooled at your eyes as the realization hit you and in a second you were in your best friend’s arms, trying your best not to break down as you thanked her for always being the best.

Your moment was interrupted by a car with tinted windows pulling up in front of the club and honking twice.

The passengers window lowering and your girlfriend sitting in the drivers seat with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

“Get in.”

Your body immediately detached from Lisa’s and in a second you were inside the car, driving away in complete silence.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

Wendy’s eyes were trained on the road in front of her, not even spearing you a glance.

“I was having fun Wendy, why is it so hard for you to just let me be?”

Your hard tone didn’t even affect her as she kept on staring straight ahead,

“I can’t believe you can be so immature at times Y/N, I was just worried about you okay?”

Wendy’s hand made its way on your thigh, drawing small patterns close to your center, breath hitching in your throat.

A hard slap made her remove her hand immediately and finally look at you in the face,

“No Wendy!

I’m done playing your stupid games, you either stop acting like a jealous possessive bitch or I am done with this, I’m tired of hurting because of you.”

The car screeched to a halt, by a stroke of luck right in front of your apartment block.

Silence filled the vehicle, Wendy’s knuckles whitening from her deathly grip on the steering wheel, lips pressed tight as though she was holding back.

Your composure crumbled as a tear left your eye, you hated feeling so weak in front of her.

“I wouldn’t be so possessive if I were sure you wouldn’t go fucking every girl out there trying to fix your stupid ass mommy issues, your mother was a smart woman.

She never cared about you, so why would I?”

Something inside you cracked at her words, Wendy’s eyes widened, realizing how low she had swooped.

Your broken figure stayed frozen in the car seat, the outburst taking its time to sink in.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean that I swear.”

A tentative hand stretched towards your face, you flinched.

“Please Y/N believe me, I’ve been under so much pressure from work and having to make sure I look perfect every day it’s taking a toll on me, I miss you by my side every day.”

Your eyes never met hers, staring straight ahead you felt your hands shaking from emotion, your chest tightening as the tears started running down your face.

Not wanting to show Wendy how much she had actually hurt you, your fingers reached for the door handle, head ducked low you hurriedly exited the car, a sob escaping you while your girlfriend continued apologizing, her words mixed with her own sobs, muffled as soon as you slammed the door shut.

Feet moving automatically towards your apartment, the cold air making your tears burn as they ran down your face.

Wendy’s heart felt like it was being strangled with barbed wire, her palms collided against the steering wheel, frustration seeping through her pores.

You drove her insane. She had never been a jealous person before she started dating you, but the feelings involved were something so strong Wendy was absolutely terrified of losing you.

As the realization that she was slowly destroying your relationship set in, one thing was clear in her mind.

She had to fix this.

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Strike-out

Pairing: Ljoe/Byunghun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1756

Not Requested

A/N: I’m back! I fell out of the writing mood for a while, so sorry for the sudden leave! But then Teen Top came and ruined my life all of the sudden, so I guess I got my inspiration from that haha. Enjoy babes!

-Admin Kiwi

Byunghun had an infamous saying, “I’ll hold back three times”, and you were willing to test out its validity

Byunghun had an infamous saying, “I’ll hold back 3 times”, and you were willing to test out its validity.

You were aching for his touch, anything that would put you out of this deprivation. Byunghun had just returned home a few weeks ago after his world tour, and you had given him time to rest. However, you were growing impatient. Of course, he needs his time to settle in, but you’d been deprived of him, especially sexually, for so long. He had to understand.

You bolted up from bed when you heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking, and ran out to greet your boyfriend. You smiled at the sight of Byunghun in shorts and a muscle tank, that revealed his sturdy biceps. Judging by the thin layer of sweat that masked his skin, he probably just returned from practice. Being a kpop idol was hard, it required nonstop work.

“Hey babe” he brings his free arm around you, kissing the top of your head. Although he smelled a bit dank, you still enjoyed being wrapped into him.

“How was practice?” you murmured, still pressed against his chest.

“Hmm Andy’s already got a schedule planned for our next comeback. It’ll still be a while before we get extremely busy though,” He looks down, smiling, “Don’t worry, I’ll be able to spend lots of time with you before then.”

His career took a toll on your relationship, which was secret of course since fans would sometimes go delusional at the sight of their bias with another girl. Byunghun was also extremely busy, and his schedule would leave hardly any time for you. Nonetheless, you two still pushed through, knowing your love would prevail.

“I have to go shower, but I’ll join you in bed later okay?” he gives you another kiss, this time on the forehead, and promptly makes his way towards the bathroom.

You frowned a little, disappointed he didn’t invite you with him to shower like he used to. It’s been months since you guys did anything near sexual, and it was starting to drive you insane. While he was away on tour, nights grew lonely, and sometimes you could only think of the times you two showed love in other less innocent ways.

You missed how his long, but firm fingers would feel over your body, and the love bites he’d leave down your neck. Your cheeks flushed when you remembered those times he’d tease you, keeping you from pleasure, but still satisfying you in the end. And suddenly, you snapped

“Hey babe, can you hand me a tshirt?” Byunghun asks innocently from the bathroom. When he hears no response, he steps out, still towel-drying his bleached hair.

“Sure.” You emerge from the shadows, tossing him one of his black t-shirts, but keeping in mind that it’ll probably be thrown on the floor a while later.

“Woah, what’s with that get-up?” he eyes you, shocked at your outfit. You were wearing a skin-tight black dress, cropped right below your butt that hugged all your curves nicely. You were wearing the black stilettos that you had sworn to never wear because of the fear of breaking your ankles in them, but that’s not the point here.

“Oh I’m going out with the girls.” you said nonchalantly, starting to walk away slowly, leaving enough time for Byunghun to yank you back by the wrist.

“Dressed like that? Are you going to an exotic dance performance...as the dancer?!” he exclaims, eyes widening.

“No, I’m just going clubbing with friends. I don’t see what’s wrong Byunghun.” you crossed your arms, pretending to act ticked off.

“As your boyfriend, I don’t allow you to go out like that. Some other guys might think otherwise and try to hit on you! Do you know how many weirdos are out there at this time?” you could tell he was heating up to, and that encourages you to push him more.

“Well I’m still going out. I have friends, I’ll be fine.” you exasperate.

“Y/n, no. You’re staying home tonight.” Strike one.

“What if I don’t want to?” you sneered, leaning in as an attempt to create sexual tension. Byunghun looks down, with his tongue running over his molars, and you could tell he was trying to hold back. Strike two.

“Babe, you don’t want to know what’ll happen if you insist on going.” he smirks, and you knew you were going to get it tonight.

“Try me.” And with that, it was Strike three, and you were out.

Byunghun pushes you against a wall, pinning your hands up. Using his free hand, he strokes downwards from your cheek to your neck lightly, evoking a moan.

“You think I was going to let you out like that? You’re not allowed to show anyone what a pretty little slut you are except for me” his dirty talk turned you on even more, and you could feel yourself melting in front of him.

With that, he starts attacking your lips, hungrily sucking and exploring your mouth. His lips molded perfectly against yours, and you moaned contently against him. Still kissing you passionately, he pushes you down on the bed.

“Damn, do you know how many times I thought about fucking you these past few months?” he says while peppering kisses down your neck.

“And you go right out and disrespect me by dressing like that to go out? I don’t think so, Y/n. You’re not gonna be let off easy today.” he sucks on your neck hard, and you let out a stifling moan. He glances up and smirks, pleased at how much he was affecting you. Byunghun sits up and stares at the dress you have on with a disapproving look, reminded of your claims of going out.

“Well we aren’t going to need this anymore.” and Byunghun roughly flips you over, and tears the dress off you.

“Hey! That was expensive!” you exclaimed at the sound of torn fabric.

“I wasn’t gonna let you wear it anyways.” he cuts off any further complaints with a deep kiss. “I’ll buy you something else okay?”

His fingers trail down your heated torso, admiring your silky skin. He gets to your hip, and is stopped by your lace underwear. Seeing this, you immediately took off the panties yourself, in fear of Byunghun ripping this off as well.

“My baby knows me so well doesn’t she?” He gives you a glance before looking back down at your lower body, and his fingers start dancing around the area where you need him most.

“B-byunghun please” you moan, desperate for his touch. He merely smirks at you, and continues his torturous act.

“That’s what you get for disobeying me.” and he leans his head down, kissing the insides of your thighs, skipping over your throbbing hood.

“Please, I need you.” you moan again, throwing away what was left of your dignity.

“How much do you need me?” Byunghun ponders, fingers still tracing around your area.

“Byunghun just please me already!” you screamed out, the neediness finally getting to you. Byunghun, rather delightfully surprised by your assertiveness, dives his fingers into your dripping core.

“You’re already this wet for me huh you little slut?” you could only reply back in moans. He fingers you mercilessly, slowly adding 2, and then 3 fingers, but still keeping his fast pace. Your moans drive his stamina, and his pumps keep hitting deeper parts, until he finally hits your g-spot. Your mind goes white, overcome by pleasure.

“I-I’m coming!” you scream, ready to release, but then nothing. Confused, you open your eyes to see Byunghun examining his fingers, dripping in your essence.

“Why didn’t you let me come?” you exclaim, frustrated.

“Punishment,” and he gives you a cheeky wink. He cleans off his fingers in one lick, and starts taking off his own clothes. He takes off his boxers last, revealing a painfully erect member, pink and hard. He leans over to the bedside drawer and pulls out a condom, slipping it on smoothly.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you lunge forward, taking his whole member into your mouth. Byunghun lets out a deep groan as your warm, wet mouth engulfs him completely. The noises of pleasure he made ranged from deep grunts, to elongated groans.

Using one free hand, you fondled his balls, over stimulating him. Lightly, you scraped your teeth against him as you bobbed up and down. At the hard contact of your teeth, Byunghun reaches out and grabs you roughly by your hair, and thrusts upward hitting the back of your throat.

“Shit Y/n, I’m close.” he groans, eyes shut, brimming with pleasure. Hearing those words, you stop, tearing yourself away from him, wiping the saliva that lined your lips.

“What the-”

“Payback’s a bitch,” you responded with a wink. Byunghun however, wasn’t up for any more games. He flips you over onto your hands and knees, and quickly lines himself up against your core. Slowly, he pushes himself in, careful not to hurt you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, still trying to force more of himself into you. You wince at the stretch, but you knew the slight pain would be over soon.

When you felt ready, you nudge Byunghun to signal him to move. Taking no time, he starts off a steady pace, quickening into rough, hard thrusts. Every time he would snap his hips back, you felt him hit a different, deeper area. Your walls pulsated around his throbbing cock, and you were moaning uncontrollably.

You reached down with a hand, trying to add to the pleasure by rubbing your clit. However, Byunghun smacks it away, taking over that role himself. He glides over your soaked clit skillfully, turning you into a screaming mess.

“I-I’m close!” you manage to shout out, and you could tell by his spastic thrusts that he was near as well. You came first, with Byunghun kept up his pace, helping you ride out your high. Soon after, he comes as well, and you could feel the warmth of his seed through the thin condom.

After cleaning off, you both collapse onto the bed, exhausted.

“You know, I wasn’t gonna go out anyways.” you confessed, remembering your scheme.

“What?” Byunghun asks, clearly confused.

“Yeah I just wanted to get you in the mood,” you blushed, realizing how far you went just for sex.Whatever,  it was worth it.

“So, I got mad at you for nothing?” your boyfriend was still surprised, shocked that something so devious could come out of you.

“Hey, it got me much-needed action, so I don’t mind.”

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★ INTERVIEW: Salman Khan On Ghosts Of His Past, Attempts Of Image Rehabilitation, And Why Critics Don't Matter !

In an exclusive interview, Khan opens up like never before.

15/06/2017 | Ankur Pathak

It's no secret that Salman Khan has a rather whimsical equation with the press. Whenever I have seen him at events and press conferences, the actor either appears distracted and zoned out or the opposite: funny, attentive, and in the mood to have a baller time.

On Wednesday evening at Bandra's Taj Lands End, Salman is busy gorging on keema pao, straight from the containers of the buffet spread. At the same time, he's also talking to a journalist, calling Pritam, the music composer, 'lethargic and lazy.'

While I worry he'll be his usual inattentive self, Salman, dressed in a black tee and a black denim, takes a smoke break. His film, Tubelight, is days away from release and the pressure is palpable. Khan's eyes look droopy, his gait, tired. He is not only acting in the film but also producing and distributing it.

After waiting for over two hours (that'd come at the cost of standing up a date), Khan sits with me for a chat. Excerpts:

Kabir Khan's Tubelight once again portrays you as a sincere, innocuous, do-gooder who's just too nice to do any wrong -- a trend that started with Bajrangi Bhaijaan and was seen in Prem Ratan Dhan Payo too. What draws you to these characters?

Like you said, the niceness of it. But with Tubelight, my agenda is different -- after the film, I want brothers, who may not have spoken to one another in months and years, to call each other up and forget the differences, if they had any. I want them to be so emotionally overcome that they just let past differences aside and say, "Hey man, let's party." Many times, in our families, we end up cutting ourselves away from our siblings. Sometimes the issues are trivial, sometimes serious. But why let it affect you? I hope Tubelight can achieve that. It touches on those emotions. This film is beautifully shot. It's also styled very well by Lepakshi Ellawadi, who did Sultan and is doing Tiger Zinda Hai.

But Salman, do you actually believe films can end family feuds and change people's lives?

Absolutely. I've seen films that have changed my life. And trust me, if a film can change me, out of all people, a film can change anyone. It is the only medium that has such a huge influence on your psyche. When you sit in that dark room and see a character, you are also internally absorbing its ideas and traits.

When you see nobility being projected by a hero, you are inspired to emulate it. This is one of the reasons why I haven't ever played a negative character. Negativity in a character doesn't impress me. Say if you have a character who earns a living through corrupt means, man, that puts me off. I will never play a dark character. Underdogs impress me. Those who make it against all odds impress me. I want to tell their stories.

But doesn't that limit you as an actor? A lot of great performances in cinema have come from actors who've played dark, twisted, villainous roles.

Well, I don't know. From the stuff I do, a Dabangg is a character that is sort of, somewhere-in-between. His intentions are good, actions aren't all that good. So you try and balance that off. My next, Tiger Zinda Hai, also veers in the grey area. I am also doing a crazy dance film. So while I do wanna portray characters which are inherently nice, I don't want them to be one-dimensional. It has to have style and swag and some depth.

While your popularity in the country is undeniably huge, I believe there is a certain section in the audience who aren't your fans and perhaps, they'll never be. While some don't want to be seen endorsing your brand of cinema, some will find hard to appreciate even a good film only because you are in it. A lot, I think, has to do with the notoriety of your past.

Well, I don't know. I move around and meet all sorts of people but funnily, I have never been told that. Neither have I noticed that. But if you say so, all I can say is that I will probably have to work that much harder to win them over. I know it won't happen overnight but I can only hope that some day they'll warm up to me as an artist.

Do you feel you are unfairly judged by your critics?

I genuinely, honestly don't care. I believe that they've no right to take anybody's hard work down. The fans will decide that, in any case. The box-office will prove it one way or the other. What have you done to earn the right to rip a film apart? On Day 1 of the release, you write some rubbish crap. It destroys films and a lot of hard work that went behind making it. With me, of course, it doesn't make any difference. And I think they know it all too well. My films are critic-proof. I am telling them now: go give my film minus 100 stars, why just zero. Let's see how that pans out. My fans will anyway watch my film and that's my reward. It only makes them look like a bunch of idiots.

My films are critic-proof. I am telling them now: go give my film minus 100 stars, why just zero. Let's see how that pans out. My fans will anyway watch my film and that's my reward. It only makes them look like a bunch of idiots.

I am pretty sure that our critics aren't under the delusion that they can influence the market of a Salman Khan film. What I want to know is -- what is your analysis? Why do you think they are so insanely crazy about Salman? I cannot even send a negative tweet about you without getting massively trolled by this insane sub-culture of bhaifans.

I don't know. Maybe they think I'm one of them. Maybe they think I am just a regular dude who's chill and approachable and has no airs of being a superstar. And I have remained like that right from the start. I lived in Indore in a boarding school until the age of 16. That really grounded me. I hung around on the streets, went to the farms. There's nothing fancy about my life. I like cycling around the city, I hop into an auto-rickshaw now and then. I don't drive a big car -- I hate big cars. Maybe that, along with the kind of films I do, make them think I'm, I don't know, accessible in a way?

I don't drive a big car -- I hate big cars.

Perhaps. It's hard to decode stardom.

It is. I just think I am a guy who lucked out. Mostly because of the family I was born in. I am immensely fortunate to have the kind of family and friends and the fans I have. Some people come to me and tell me that their children are yet to talk but if they see a Salman Khan song, they jump, react, laugh. They can recall me by my name. Earlier it used to be Prem and Chulbul but now it's Salman.

I don't get it. There are children and youngsters who idolize you and have deified you. They look up to you, want to emulate you, carry your style. But I believe you're obviously a very flawed person to idolize. You've had some very serious court cases against you. Why should anybody just forget and forgive and move on to your next blockbuster?

Everybody has a past. Does that make you a bad person for life? In my case, there is deliberate malice. When people go after you for something you have not done, it's bad. Next thing you know you are running around courts and people are judging you.

For 20 years. 20 years is a long time, man. It's a lot of years. It takes a toll on you and your family. The financial toll on our family because of the cases has been huge.

For 20 years. 20 years is a long time, man. It's a lot of years. It takes a toll on you and your family. The financial toll on our family because of the cases has been huge.

When I was a nobody I had nothing. (Pauses) When I become somebody, I got the magistrate court. When I become slightly bigger, I got the High Court, then. And now when I am in this position, I have the Supreme Court.

Well, something awful did happen. It's not going to leave you.

It will leave me. It's God's way of anchoring me down. If these things didn't happen, I would have lost the plot by now. That's how I see it. It's my journey and whatever it takes, I will go through it. Thankfully, I have family and friends who've stood by me and pointed out whatever happened wasn't correct.

How do you deal with these ghosts of the past, Salman?

I don't have any ghosts. These ghosts have been created by people who are running businesses on them. There are so many incidents like mine that happened and nobody ever talks about them. Whenever there's a hit-and-run that happens anywhere, they drag me into it all over again. I mean, what the hell, come on, man. How much will you go on and on...

Whenever there's a hit-and-run that happens anywhere, they drag me into it all over again.

That's because some do think you got away with it quite easily.

...well, the High Court looked into it and they came up with a verdict which says that nothing of that sort ever happened. Ye sab galat hi hai. The courts said it. But what about the 20 years? What about it? Mere toh wo gaye na? And there's nothing to compensate for that. Nothing at all. And during all this, when I am seen doing a comedy show, or romancing beautiful women, or just laughing, they go like, "Look at this brat. He doesn't care. He is indifferent to what happened." And I am like, dude. It's my bloody job. I have to do it no matter what. I have to do it to sustain myself and pay my lawyers. If I don't do it, where is the money going to come from?

The idea still lingers around that you got away with it because you are a powerful movie star.

Which is not at all true. It's not true. It's all nautanki (mischief). Even now there are 5 out of job people who'll show up on television to debate my case. Some for, some against. It's ridiculous. None of them would have happened if I wasn't a star. None of it.

There's an argument that your Being Human charitable trust has been cleverly designed to rehabilitate your image. That, along with your Mr. Good Boy roles, carves a certain perspective that glosses over your moral transgressions.

Do you have any idea of the amount of work we do at Being Human? We do s***loads of work on a daily basis. I haven't even put my name there, man. It's Being Human. I am not even on the Board or any of the trustees. The idea is that years from now, people should forget who even started the foundation. You have no idea, man. Do one thing: Come and live my life for one day.

(Gets up and walks away)

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