#with missy even. stand with me. i know youve changed

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i love the way the doctor loves

[sucker4sixx]

Relight my fire

Pt.1

PLOT: you reconnect with your childhood friend and feelings resurface..

WARNINGS: mention of drugs, angst

The sun shines through the dusty blinds in your bedroom, recently you and Nikki had gotten back into contact and you were staying at his house so he didnt relapse due to his divorce.

You were childhood friends, you both met when you were 3, your parents close friends but when he turned 20 and he started becoming a rockstar he drifted. He became mean and aggressive and with a heavy heart you removed yourself from his life. 15 years later nikkis divorced and trying not to run back to herion so in a desperate attempt in saving himself he reaches out to you, finding your number somehow. You didnt have anything going on so agreed to move to hollywood. His house was gorgeous, medieval and made of stone with one huge bedroom (his) and a normal sized guest bedroom (your new bedroom).

You leave your room, taking a quick glance at the clock ‘12:36’ “fuck im lazy” you mutter to yourself, the cold stone on your toes reminding you of the blossoming winter outside. You get to the kitchen and look around for your tall, quite scary, friend, you look out the garden window to see him sitting on a bench with a cigarette placed between his lips, a somber look plastered onto his handsome face. He glances over and sees you watching him so you decide it would be weird if you didnt come out. Slipping on your slippers you head out to the cold garden where the smell of nikki and tobacco linger in the air, you sit beside him and chitter softly, the cold morning air nipping your soft skin.

Youve secretly had a thing for nikki, even as dumb kids. It became a trend for you to make a move the moment he gets a girlfriend. Seeing him again brought back all these feelings but you tred carefully knowing hes just freshly divorced.

“Morning Nikki..” you speak softly like if you spoke any louder it would hurt him “morning doll” he speaks in the same tone, blowing smoke out and letting it curl around you both “why arent you wearing a jacket? Its freezing.” He tilts his head, noticing your goose bumps.

“I just… i dont know..” you trail off, things havent been the same between you two, infact it was quite awkward. “Take this” he takes off his heavy leather jacket and places it round your shoulders, exposing his chest with his white vest top. “You really didnt have to but, thanks” you smile, discreetly smelling it to take in his smell “dont smell it you creep” he laughs and pokes your belly softly to make you laugh “i wasnt!” You laugh and squirm causing nikki to poke your sides till you stand up “go.. go inside and make me a cup of coffee or ill tickle you more” he smirks and you groan like a child, dragging your feet into the kitchen.

He returns and you place his cup of coffee infront of him “here.. for the princess” you smirk, he takes it and sips the bitter liquid, grinning “perfect, doll.. perfect” he trails off before kissing your cheek, heading to the couch. You follow him with your own cup and sit beside him as he flicks through channels “its weird seeing you smoking.. you were always so against it” you add quietly and he glances to you “yeah well.. people change” he dampens your comment and you both go quite. “You too.. you’ve changed” he pats your thigh “i have?” You tilt your head and give an unsure smile, not sure if he means that in a good or bad way “you sure have little missy.. in a good way, your funny and genuine and pretty and-“ you cut him off “you think im pretty?” Nikki goes red and rolls his eyes “yeah.. of course i do” he looks away, feeling alittle embarrassed.

The next night you and nikki decide to go for drink, you both take numerous shots and loose eachother on the dance floor, the music pulsing through your intoxicated body as your legs fail you, stumbling around just to fall into the arms of someone. “Hey! Sweetheart, you okay?!” Nikki shouts to you, when you look up to see its him you let yourself melt into his chest, he laughs and picks you up, walking you both to the front door for some fresh air and some room to speak.

He places you on one of the cold steps beside him and you rest on his shoulder as he lights himself a cigarette “your fucked, doll” he laughs “i-im.. not.. “fucked” you idiot” you slur and giggle, his arm wrapping round your shoulders “how did you even get so drunk, we drank the same amount?” He squeezes your cheek and you hide your face into his side “dont do that.. its adorable” he leads your face up to meet his with his finger, smiling at you “im not adorable” you give a drunk smile “how about i drink more to catch you up then we head home, hm?” He stands up and leaves you at the step before you could say anything, returning 10 minutes later after downing many shots, its not hit yet. “Cmon doll, lets go home” he picks you up, carrying you to the line of waiting taxis that park outside of the club.

You both sit in the taxi as it heads home, nikki stroking your hair “do you.. still think im pretty?” You ask him drunkly, nikki smiles, his voice dropping “your still talking about this? Well, for the record yeah.. i think your gorgeous” he smirks “gorgeous…” you trail off, repeating his word as you feel your cheeks burning up. Nikkis hand moves to hold your cheek and suddenly his lips catch your eyes, they look so god damn good. “Stop staring at my lips..” he smirks, his cheeks starting to go alittle red too “i cant help it nikki.. i.. ive always-“

“Dont.. dont confess to anything just.. shh”

“Please, Nikki i cant pretend anymore”

“No, cmon dont do this” he pleads, not wanting things to get awkward between you two but you cant help it, you move your hand to his cheek but he turns his head to the other side “How long..?” He closes his eyes “how long have you felt this way?” He opens his gorgeous green eyes that search yours “years.. since i was a kid nikki, too long” you try to move in to kiss him but he holds you back, desperation that shocks you both fills your vains and when nikki sees the look in your eyes he moves forward, letting his tongue crash with yours as his large hand grips your hair softly, moans escaping both your lips. “Thats us” the taxi says, breaking off the kiss.

You both enter the house, shame and embarrassment filling the air as you remove your shoes, you feel his long arms snaking around your waist as your hands feel the hair on them. “Ive felt the same too.. you know” he whispers into your ear, his hot breath making itself comfortable in the crook of your neck. “Ive always wanted to just hold you and feel you. It never seemed like the right time” he growls softly and you rest your head back onto his shoulder, opening your neck to his kisses that start gently pecking the skin there. “Why didnt we ever talk about this?” You whisper back. “As i said.. never the right time”

“Is now the right time?” You ask, looking into his eyes as his gaze saddens, he steps back “no.. no its not” he walks away into his room, leaving you confused. You walk to the corridor between both of your rooms, you linger at his door before deciding against knocking and going back to your own room.

You spend the rest of the night, tossing and turning, missing the feeling of his warm body holding you…

[shhh-no-ones-home]

party planning committee marcus moreno x reader

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this is a story in four parts, youll see what i mean when you read it but i wasnt exactly sure how i wanted to do this at first and thats just sort of what i landed on. but i think it kind of works.

He asks for your help to plan missy's birthday party since he still really has no idea how to do the whole girl party thing

Song: island in the sun by weezer

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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i moved to knock on the door when i heard a loud crashing sound, startling me. i knocked quickly and loudly after that, waiting for a moment before opening the door.

"marcus?!"

i yelled, looking around the living room.

"missy?"

i asked, stepping further into the house. when i made it to the kitchen i sighed in relief, my hand going to my chest as i saw marcus stood over the sink with a mixing bowl in his hand, a few other stainless steel appliances strewn about.

"marcus?"

i asked lightly and he jumped, looking to me and breathing deeply.

"jesus y/n, you scared me."

he said shaking his head. i walked closer to the counter.

"i knocked but i heard a loud noise and got worried. im just glad to see youre not hurt."

i stated, turning one of the bowls upright. he shook his head.

"well my pride is a little hurt but im glad youre looking out for me."

he said, looking from me to the paper sat on the counter. i furrowed my brows, looking over the island to see what it was. i laughed when i realized he was trying to make a cake.

"marcus what are you doing?"

i asked, picking it up and shaking the flower off of it. he sent me a bashful smile.

"well, i was trying to make a cake for missy's birthday but i guess that ship sailed a while ago."

he said, looking around to the mess he had worked so hard on. i shook my head, waving my hand in the air and everything picking itself back upright, the empty bowls stacking together and the powders on the counter making their way into a pile.

"here, let me help."

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"Okay, now that the cake is done, what else did you need help with?"

I asked, wiping my hands on the kitchen towel and looking to him expectantly. He sighed.

"All of it actually."

He said, shaking his head and walking to the table. I raised a brow and followed him.

"Marcus you make it sound like you've never had a birthday party for missy before."

I said with a laugh and he sent me a look, turning his datapad on.

"I know but I never did any of this, it was always her mom. And last year be both just agreed on no party, just take time to be together instead."

I nodded as I sat beside him.

"I know how much you both miss her, hell I find myself missing her sometimes too. She really was the best part of the team, even without powers."

I lamented, looking to my hands now folded in front of me on the table.

"I just wish things were easier."

He said and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure they'll get there, one day at a time. But you gotta work at it, like today. You've already successfully made a cake."

I pointed out and he laughed.

"Yeah, and without your help that probably would've ended very badly."

I laughed too, shaking my head.

"Baking really isn't for everyone."

I said and he side nodded, opening a planning sheet in his tablet.

"You can say that again."

He mumbled, turning it to show me.

"This is what I have so far, and everything she wanted."

He said and I nodded, reading through it.

"This is her twelfth birthday, and she's finally made more friends, thanks to the heroics program. I just want this to be a special one for her."

He said and I sent him a small smile.

"So, did she give you this invite list, or did you make it yourself?"

I asked and he looked at me funny.

"Both?"

He asked and I laughed a little bit.

"Okay, that's good, I guess. Cause it's her party so you want to make sure you're inviting people she likes to talk to and hang out with."

He nodded in understanding.

"Right. I did run it by her but i sent the cards out already, time wasnt really on my side for this one."

He said bashfully and I nodded once.

"thats Okay, it looks like you at least have a theme done. That's good. List of essentials. Oh okay. now let's look at what you have planned."

I scrolled down and stopped, sending him a look. So far he just had 'sleepover?' he let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

"A sleepover?"

I asked and he shrugged, slouching a little defeated.

"Yeah I don't know. It just seemed like a good idea. She used to have them all the time. But again, I never really did any of that stuff."

I nodded, tapping the screen and deleting his idea.

"Here, how about this: a pool party. I know you're a master of the grill, you could invite all the heroic kids and their parents over and have a barbeque. The kids can swim. It'll be a good time."

I suggested and he nodded, a wide smile on his face.

"That actually sounds like a really good idea y/n."

He said and I sent him a knowing smile.

"we can run that by missy too, just to make sure, we only have a few days after all and we need time to notify the guests that weve changed things."

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when the big day finally came i was awoken from my spot on the couch to missy jumping down the stairs excitedly, a wide smile across her face as she dug in the fridge for something for breakfast. i had spent the night to help marcus decorate and was definitely regretting staying up as late as we did.

"morning."

she said in a chipper tone and i offered her a smile as i sat up.

"morning."

i said a little groggy, looking back over to the stairs as marcus trudged down them too, a tired look on his face.

"morning."

he groaned, going straight to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. i laughed a little at him as i stood up, stretching out.

"ready to get cooking?"

i asked, pulling my sweater on. i hadnt expected to sleep over so i was still in the clothes i had worn over. he just sent me a look, missy eating at the table now and nodding quickly.

"why did we make this thing for one oclock again?"

he asked playfully and missy sent him a look.

"youre the one who agreed to the pool party."

she pointed out and he made an 'o' shape with his mouth, making missy and i both laugh as i joined her at the table.

"alright, let me go get dressed and then we will start cooking."

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when the party was finally over and everything was cleaned up i looked to marcus, drying the last of the dishes and putting them away quietly.

"what ya thinking about?"

i asked, leaning into the island and watching him intently. he frowned at me for a second.

"do you think she really had fun today?"

he said, looking over to the couch. after all the guests had left missy had showered and changed, and after having aloe applied generously to her sunburnt face, fell into a deep sleep sitting on the couch. i smiled, remembering what she had said to me earlier when she came in to get a drink.

"well considering she thanked earlier for making her birthday a special one for both of you im gonna go with yes."

i said, him finally smiling back at me as he put the last dish away.

"she really said that?"

he asked and i nodded.

"it was mentioned."

he sent me a look.

"she had said that not only was she having fun, but she was just happy to see you enjoying yourself again too. all the heroics laughing and having a good time next to their kids also having a good time; you really made a difference today."

he shook his head.

"okay, and what about you?"

i raised a brow.

"what about me?"

"did you have a good time today?"

he asked pointedly and i sighed out a laugh.

"yes Marcus, i had a very good time today."

i confirmed and he nodded once.

"good, because i would feel so bad if you hadnt. youve helped me so much here lately, i think you deserve it the most out of all of us."

i shook my head at him amused.

"thanks, but i doubt that."

he swallowed hard, furrowing his brows.

"no no don't say that, you work twice as hard as the rest of us. i just wish you could see that."

i looked to the ceiling for a moment before standing up and stretching.

"well if thats true then i think i deserve some sleep. though it has been fun, it has been one long day."

he nodded once.

"want to stay the night again? you can sleep upstairs in my room tonight if you want, i think missy has kind of taken over your spot."

he said with a laugh.

"i probably shouldnt, i need to get home, i gotta get my mail water my plants, all that jazz."

he watched me with a light gaze as i gathered up my things.

"well, im glad you could come over. and if you want to come back tomorrow for lunch-"

"id love that marcus."

i said and he smiled at me, a small blush visibly rising to his face.

"its a date?"

he asked, walking to the door with me. i thought for a second and nodded.

"yeah, its a date."

i said, his smile getting wider as i stepped outside.

"ill text you what time ill be over."

"ill be waiting."

[d-noona]

EUPHORIA

Summary: Y/N’s best friend literally throws her out to the Lions den to be devoured by a new acquaintance Jeon Jungkook. She unravels her inner desires with a man that has only one thing in mind. To deflower her.

Words: 1351 words

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Chapter 02 - The Bar

CH. 01 - THE LITTLE BLACK DRESS

Y/N L/N was definitely NOT a party goer. She prefers to stay at home, plopped on her very single comfy bed, piled up with her teddies, kumamon, kero-keropi and assorted beanie babies. Y/N is turning 25 years old in a months time and has been single since birth. Her long wavy hair reaching just the top of her breast is adored by many, almond eyes swimming in the warmth of its hazel brown color, her caramel tanned skin, and a little more to love on the side. Her height is fairly average, but her breasts are more than plump.

More than, being an under statement as her cup size shouts double dang to the world so is her butt. Though despite this she prefers to hide her curves with baggy clothes, preferably hoodies and big pants. On a normal day, she prefers reading a book, any kind of book, doesn't matter what kind of genre it is, or probably just snack on munchies while watching anything on Netflix. Taking photos for her work, and sleeping endlessly. Y/N has never been confident about her looks, though more often than not her friends keeps assuring her otherwise. She just doesn't get it. This said, she prefers to just be alone and hide from people.

The only way for Y/N to get out of her flat is when her best friend literally drags her out of the unit. Miles Garcia, her renowned bestie for more than a decade is definitely a social butterfly. They met during college, Y/N went to a very famous Catholic all girls university, and Miles from an established Co-Ed Uni. They both clicked right away after watching some local band. Y/N was drawn to Miles, same as Miles to Y/N.

Y/N always recalled her bestie as the life of the party, her intense lust for life allures both men and women to come up to her and worship the ground she walked on. She's 25 years old, beautiful flawless skin, big brown eyes, luscious lips with a very petite figure, standing at least five foot three inches.

It was just a normal night in for Y/N, she sat on her bed, with a box of tissue on her bed side table, a bowl of her favorite chips on her lap and her TV light up as she scans the channels hoping to catch the next episode of Riverdale. She jerks in surprise as Miles comes barging in her room with an annoyed expression on her face. Judging from what her best friend was wearing she slowly feels her anxiety rise to the surface.

Oh no...here we go again....

Y/N snaps from her thought as Miles starts opening her dresser. "You need to get out or else you'll end up old, alone and weary." Miles continues as she throws a couple of outfit on Y/N's bed. "I was out earlier for your information. I went to the grocery and got these," as she points to her Doritos lazily laying on the bowl which was on top of her bed "Plus how dare you say that I'm alone? You have way too many personalities. I cant even handle. I'm good"

"Well youre gonna die a virgin" her best friend snaps back at her. Trying her best to avoid her friend she continues to munch on her chips. "I am not having that. Come on Y/N. Just for one night. Be with me? It'll be fun."

"No. Thank you" quick to answer, Y/N stands up from her bed and strides along her kitchen to grab a can of soda, then goes back to sit on her bed with Miles following her every step, once back in Y/N's room, she sits facing her. "PLEASSSEEE? I'll trade you" says her best friend. Y/N quirks up an eyebrow at Miles in curiousity wondering what her friend was offering her this time. She humms and shrugs knowing that her friend may be up to no good.

"Come on. I'll get you that camera you want! Your birthday is in a month. Its the perfect timing too. You need a new one for work you say. If you go with me tonight. I'm buying the darn thing the day after tomorrow! I promise. Pleaaaasseee bae" she whines.

Y/N, wide eyed staring at her friend, in denial. If there was one thing her best friend was good at, it was forgetting her promises but either way she just lets it slide, however this time around she was slowly considering the offer since she needs the new equipment for work. "Whats in it for you?" Knowing that there could be a reason why her friend came barging in her apartment late at night.

"I met this guy...." Miles trails off. Y/N interupts her "AHA! I knew it. Hoe!" Y/N smirks at her friend.

"Hardly. He's just too good to resist. Plus he's bringing a friend. Come on be humane. We dont want some poor stranger third wheeling with me and Suga"

Y/N chuckles at the name "Suga? Seriously??? Mileeeesss...." as she tilts her head to the side.

Her friend laughs along with her "Dont be so judgemental, its his stage name. He's a rapper for your information. Duhhhh. His real name is Min Yoongi, met him and his friend at the local cafe where you get your caffeine addiction. Plus theyre smoking hot. I prefer you lose your damn virginity to someone who knows what theyre doing" Y/N knows she will never win this battle with Miles, however she definitely wont come down without a fight for her alone time. NO WAY will she lose her virginity to some random stranger she sighs "hmmm...lets see, camera that'll be a Canon D40, an extra lens and coffee for a week or else no deal."

"Bae. Too much. My ass doesnt poop out gold nor cash. A camera and coffee for two weeks?" Miles says hopefully as she checks out the time. She has an hour to get her best friend to agree. "Camera and coffee for two weeks plus a bagle on the side." She quickly reponds.

"Fine. Deal" as Miles smirks at her friend, Y/N reaches out her hand to Miles and made a pinky promise in attempts to solidify the verbal agreement.

Rummaging through Y/N's dresser was a torture for Miles knowing her friend doesnt really like wearing girly outfits. She however finds a pot of gold when she pushes Y/N's clothes to the side to see a very familiar box. It was her gift from last year. A number specifically Miles got for Y/N which she has never worn much to her disappointment. The black spaghetti strapped dress was a few inches above the knee, with a slit on its left side. It was classy. Not trashy. She knows Y/N had all the right curves and would look amazing in the dress but her best friend never took the chance.

"Go take a shower. You reek by the way and put this on" as Miles throws the dress on Y/N's bed. Stunned, Y/N pulls the dress and shakes her head as her brain cries for help

Oh no. No. No. Heck no....

"I am not wearing THAT!" Y/N pushes the dress away from her.

"You Missy have no say. Youve made your bargain. I get to choose your dress and your look tonight. You get your coffee and camera plus your bagle with my left pinky toe as a bonus. Now go!" Miles laughs at her friend with her finger shaking furiously.

Oh God have mercy on my poor soul...

"Fine" she huffs.

After her shower, Y/N quickly blow dries her hair and changed into the God forbidden outfit her best friend has thrown at her. Miles starts doing Y/N's make up and hair. "Do you have heels?" she asks.

"Do I look like the type of person that does?" Y/N replies sarcastically. "Shit. Oh. Wait. Yeah I think I got something" Miles quickly stands up from Y/N's bed, and looks into Y/N's cabinet.

Y/N on the other hand was examining how she looked on her mirror. She feels both her insecurity and anxiety building up. She whips her head to her friend with a sigh as Miles was busy trying to find a solution for the problem at hand. "Miles. Isnt this too revealing?" She says.

"Gotcha!!!" Her friend exclaimed whilst holding a denim jacket and a pair of Stanley Smiths. "The heck are you talking about. You look hot! Here, put this on. Casual but sexy" says her friend.

Y/N does what she's told. Then looks back at the mirror. "I can work with this" she nods in approval. "Good. You look amazing. I know I look amazing. Were late. Lets go"