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ahnsael · 2 years

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I failed to mention this here.

I didn’t make it through the whole concert.

I woke up at 3am yesterday (I’m graveyard, so that was sleeping in for me; I tried to sleep longer but couldn’t get back to sleep). After that, plus an 8-hour drive to Vegas, and walking into a blazing hot hotel room (it has one of those below-the-window air conditioners that had been turned off since the last guest left the room, whenever that was).

The concert started at 6:30pm with the first opening act, Kings Elliot. They (all two of them) played for a half hour.ly know a couple of his songs so I wasn’t that into it

15 minutes later at 7:15, Macklemore took the stage as the second opening act. I only know of a couple of his songs so I wasn’t that into it except for Same Love. But for most of the first two acts I was just kinda waiting for Imagine Dragons.

Macklemore played for an hour and absolutely brought the house down. I wasn’t too much into it, but the crowd was going ballistic for him (and to be fair, it was a really good performance; I was just tired and he wasn’t who I was there to see, but a LOT of the crowd knew him better than I do and I’m glad they had fun listening to him and watching his band, and he seemed blown away by the response). He mentioned that when COVID hit and live shows were a no-go, he thought his musical career was over. And touring with Imagine Dragons had revived it. So good for him. He may not be someone I’m that into (though I don’t dislike him), but to get his career back after the past few years when he could not perform, good on him. As I said, I don’t dislike him; he’s just not someone that I’m into much.

He left the stage at 8:15, and by the time the stage crew changed the stage setup for Imagine Dragons, they didn’t come out until around 8:40, so the event had already been going on for over two hours.

Dan Reynolds, the lead singer, started off talking about how he was born and raised in Vegas (which I knew, and expected him to mention, and thought that may mean a more elaborate show), and that when the band was first finding their footing, they would play for a crowd of 50 people or less at O’Sheas (the only casino I’ve EVER accused of cheating) on the strip (I rolled a 7 on Craps and they called it a four but I didn’t drink back then and I KNOW I was right).

And last night there were about 30,000 of us according to Macklemore, who considered it the best show he’s ever experienced as a performer (that may have been, as they call it in wrestling, “cheap pop,” but the crowd was CLEARLY very into the performance so I’m going to assume it was honest...with Dan I 100% believed the heart behind what he was saying).

Dan said “We’re going to play EVERYTHING” and I thought, “under normal circumstances I would LOVE this statement but I am SO tired. It’s been a VERY long day already.” And most Imagine Dragons concerts I’ve watched on YouTube (their part after opening acts) are between an hour and a half and two hours

The 15 second video I posted last night (https://ahnsael.tumblr.com/post/695086786768158720/but-we-did-all-get-light-up-wristbands-on-the-way) was during the first song of the night, My Life, which is one of my favorite songs of theirs (from last night’s show that I was at, but not filmed by me; I decided to live in the moment instead of filming except for that 15 second clip when I was blown away by the wrist band lights, and hardly used my binoculars -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrkSlioGwq8 -- I haven’t found the full concert yet but they usually end up on YouTube; so far I’ve found a couple of things that I missed).

The wristbands started lighting up when the song went from slow to fast, and they were part of literally every song that I was there for. As soon as I was outside the stadium my wristband stopped lighting up (I was hoping the signal would go the the hotel next door so I could know how long the show went). But I LOVED them opening the show with that song. King’s Elliot had talked about depression. Macklemore had talked about depression. And here was Imagine Dragons, singing a song about depression to open the show. I loved that theme since I suffer from depression and it’s ALWAYS helpful (for me, at least) to be told that I’m not alone.

At almost 10pm, Dan said “we’re just getting started. We may be here all night.”

And it’s Vegas, so I thought they may indeed play until 4am (I have almost 8 hours of their music on Apple Music).Because he said they were going to play “everything” and that’s about how long that would take. I KNEW I couldn’t last that long. And they DIDN’t play that long, but they played longer than I could last.

I had caught myself starting to doze several times, even during upbeat songs that I love. So I knew I had to call it a night. I’m sad about that. Still, no regrets on making the trip and buying the ticket and seeing what I saw. It was SO worth it.

And after walking back to the hotel (which was literally next door to the stadium), the fresh air refreshed me (but the stadium has a no reentry policy so I knew I couldn’t go back in), I couldn’t sleep. I was up until after 3am before I finally zonked out for the night. Woke up at around 9:30 this morning (so about six hours of sleep) and thought about going back to sleep until my 10:30 alarm (checkout time is 11:00am), but decided I just wanted to get home so I got up, decided to skip the shower since I knew it was going to be hot out and I’d just end up a sweaty mess anyway (even with my car’s A/C), got dressed, checked out, and came home. I got here just after 6pm.

When I went out for food (I hadn’t eaten in two days -- I’ve got to stop doing that), I spoke with the guy directing traffic into the stadium, and he didn’t know what time the show ended, but I found posts on twitter (I’m not on that site anymore but I searched the #ImagineDragons tag). Some said it ended around 11:15, some said they played until almost midnight. I can tell you that I stepped outside the room for some fresh air at around 12:30am, and the parking lot was still packed. By 1:30, it was completely empty. So I may have missed A LOT.

But the seats, at least in the nosebleeds of Allegiant Stadium, are pretty narrow and uncomfortable (just not uncomfortable enough to keep me awake, apparently). But even the reference to kids at school saying “who do you think you are, thinking you’re gonna be a big star and him saying “now you’re clapping from the nosebleeds” (reference from “Thunder”) brought the people to my left in the nosebleeds to their feet.

The drive home today was a LOT better than the drive there. I ended up on Route 186 which climbs and descends two mountains with steep grades and tight turns and it was literally scary to drive through that section. I even had a free-range cow walk out into the road in front of me and I had to brake pretty quickly and hope the tailgater also saw the cow and would react quickly enough (they did). I took a different route home (mostly Highway 95) and it was a MUCH better drive other than the tailgaters and the one person who, in a 70mph zone with nobody in front of them, suddenly hit their brakes so I passed them -- then they sped up to pass me.

Even though I didn’t get to see the whole show, I have no regrets -- except maybe I should have flown instead of driven down there. Flights from Reno to Vegas aren’t that expensive, and may have been cheaper than all the money I spent on gas to go the 850ish miles I covered in the last two days in the car (even including an Uber or Lyft to/from the hotel).

The hotel was VERY no-frills, but the staff was friendly. And when I accidentally left my key card in the room last night and locked myself out, I had no trouble getting a second key card (I was just reminded to turn both key cards in when I checked out, which I did).It was just a bed and a bathroom and a TV with the wrong aspect ratio set (I was able to fix that) but something like 139 available channels and I enjoyed watching Burns & Allen one hour, and Jack Benny the next hour (with Mel Blanc featured in the second episode). I remember growing up listening to their radio shows (I’m not that old but grew up listening to old shows on cassette).

Again, it was a great time, even though I had to cut my concert experience short.

Hopefully the rest of what I haven’t yet seen will show up on YouTube soon. But I am excited to see the performance (which IS on YouTube now -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FI-z7EE3IcU -- where performers from Cirque du Soleil’s show One joined the band on stage during a performance of Sharks (you may want to watch the original music video first -- they are in that too so it makes them being at the concert make more sense -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Te3_VlimRw0).

Fun fact: while the sharks in the Bellagio fountain in that video are CGI (a fresh water fountain would be bad for a shark’s health), that’s actually Dan on the motorized surfboard in the fountain, not a stuntman. There are outtakes that prove it. He fell off of that thing A LOT. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVQWlB4C8iU (also, watch the music video before you watch the making of; otherwise Ben, the bass player with the big arm movements while he’s talking to security, is just going to seem weird).

And the guy dancing at the craps table is Daniel Platzman, the group’s drummer, who liked a Facebook post of mine about being excited for the concert. Not bragging; it’s just something that made me happy. It’s not like he and I are friends now.

The other main band member is the guy with the long hair who serves the coffee. That’s Wayne Sermon, the guitar player.

Unseen: Ezekiel Schwartzman, a keyboardist/guitar player/backup vocalist who doesn’t record on the albums, but tours with the band because when they record, everything gets layered and is handled by the four main members, but on tour, they need that extra person up on stage to make things sound right (and he has his own EP called “California Cold.” -- The period is part of the title). I bought it, and he’s very talented. So one of the few times I used my binoculars last night, it was to make sure he was there, since he tends to be hidden stage right (audience’s left) from Platzman. I was glad to see that he was there, and later for the band to introduce him. His EP is mellower than most Imagine Dragons music, but still very good. Hearing the song “California Cold.” was enough for me to know I needed it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwTb0mXgF6w

Sorry to overload y’all with YouTube links. I’m still in the joy of seeing what I saw, even though I missed a lot. Now I have one day to try to get back on my graveyard sleep schedule somehow, or just go to work tired and know that the security guard who I’ve worked with for six years has my back (and he DEFINITELY does -- I don’t take advantage but I KNOW he likes working with me and has been a huge help since carpal tunnel set in).

Thus endeth the post.

#I hope that last line doesn't count as blasphemous #Imagine Dragons #SO bummed I didn't stay #even if I may have slept through some of it #but it had been a LONG day #and I just didn't even have the energy to be excited at a concert that I've been excited about for MONTHS #I feel like a bad fan #(even though there were a LOT of people leaving when I did)#we weren't walking out on the band we were just worn out #but I hope I can find the whole concert on YouTube and see what I missed #(and from a better vantagepoint than the nosebleeds where I was)#But I'm VERY glad I got to see them in person even though I missed some of the show #I love these guys #I know I missed a couple of favorites #but I was also there for a LOT of them #and them opening with My Life #and the light-up wristbands making things look amazing #really made the money and the 16 hours of driving worth it #next time I'll fly #it may be cheaper even factoring Uber or Lyft #and even if not the flight from Reno to Vegas wouldn't be 8 hours of travel each way #I want to see them again under better circumstances #but I work graveyard so a concert that starts at 6:30pm is NOT on my sleep schedule #but dang it I wish I could have lasted the whole time

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modernstoner · 2 years

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one night gig | p.parker

nsfw content.

summary: peter is stressed due to school, after his friend, harry osborn suggested that he should have some fun.

including: smut (obvi) fingering, one night stand

pairing: aged up! peter parker x fem!reader

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: hello my fellow whores, you can picture any peter you want. andrew, tom, tobey ♡ anyways quick mention, since winter break started i'll try to be active but there will be times where my posts will delay because even tho i'm on my break, i'm still busy asf. also this one is kinda lazily written and pretty bad in my opinion cuz i wrote at 3am and was very tired, but i wasn't going to let y'all starve. anyways, enjoy my lil whores ♡

with a cold drink in your hand, you stood at the bar, watching your friends as they have to time of their life. you didn't feel like dancing, all you wanted was to drink all your problems away.

but the sour taste of alcohol was too much for your sensitive taste bud. so, you decided to spend the night with coca-cola.

your lips wrapped around the straw as you suck delicately. the number of people packed in one small place made the air hot and heavy, making it almost unbearable.

little did you know, someone had their eyes on you.

"dude, don't be a fucking pussy just go and ask her." harry shouted to peter through the loud music in the club.

peter sighed, debating if he should approach you or not. his roommate, harry osborn noticed how stressed and overworked peter was due to all the schoolwork.

"i don't know, i—"

"look man, i know school is important but sometimes it's alright to go out and have fun. no harm or shame in it." harry tried to convince him.

peter looked at harry and then at you. he had to admit, he did needed a bit of a stress reliever.

you circle your straw in your drink, bored. you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned, thinking it might be one of your friends. however, the man you came face to face with wasn't anyone you've seen.

"h-hi, do you mind if i sit here?" peter stuttered, not used to talking to girls.

"uh, yeah sure, go ahead." you say, going back to your thoughts.

peter struggled to say anything for few minutes, looking back at harry who gave him a thumbs up. he took a deep breath, "so, you from around here?"

"yeah, you?" you asked him.

"I go to M.I.T so i'm pretty close." he replied as you made a thin line with your lips. "how about you?" he asks.

"boston uni."

you knew what this stranger's intention were, you aren't dumb but have to admit, this dude was pretty smoking hot.

both of you had some normal conversation, leaving some flirty remarks here and there. peter felt comfortable around you and you felt comfortable around him too.

"you want to head outside?" peter asked and you accepted his request.

when his fingers wrapped around with yours, tugging you out of the club, the excitement that had been building up was now pounding in your chest.

you knew what was going to happen, so did peter but neither of you complained or protested.

you two arrived at peter's small messy dorm since it was the closest. after closing his door, he smashed his lips with yours, sending you waves of butterflies.

while making out, both of you tried to take off each other's clothes. you undid his belt.

he grabbed you, making you jump a bit, taking it as a signal, you wrapped your legs around his torso, still kissing.

peter carried you to his bed, laying you on your back as he started to kiss and suck on your neck, his lips were on your neck but his hands goes lower.

his hand moves down your belly button, his fingertips graze the hem of your sweater.

"is it okay?" he asks, breathing heavily against your neck and you nod making peter smirk.

his two fingers gently press down on your clothed clit, and you whimper. you divert your attention to peter's movement. he slowly moves his fingers, but moves them back up. "can i?" he asks for consent.

you eagerly nod and he chuckles. he slides his hand down your pants, and he feels how soaked you are for the first time.

peter begin to rub your clit over the panties but this time you feel a bit more friction due to your sweats being out of the way. he stops abruptly, looking at you one last time.

"are you sure you want this?"

"ugh—just fuck me, peter."

he smiles warmly before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours. you bring your hand up to his face, peter felt your fingertips graze his jawline.

his hand goes back to rubbing you making you moan into the kiss, sending waves of butterflies to peter's stomach. peter took of your pants still kissing you, using his ring finger to push your panties aside and his middle finger glides through your fold.

your mouth hangs open, but your eyes fixated on him when he pushes one finger. you moan, loudly when he adds a second finger.

you latched onto his bicep, throwing your head when he curls his finger. his name and curse words spill out of your mouth.

peter felt your walls tighten, knowing you were close so he fastens his movement. you let out a high pitched moan as he pressed soft kisses your neck.

after you released, peter hovers over you, softly kissing your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. he felt your hand snaking around his back, signaling him to take off his shirt. leaving him in his boxers.

peter smirk, noticing you were checking him up and down. who knew a dorky dude you met at a bar was jacked?

he looks at you as you look at him. sexual tension dancing in the air, you looked so hot, all naked for him.

he roughly spreads your leg, standing between them, his hand stretched to his bedside, getting a condom. (safe sex kids)

he rips the condom with his teeth, taking off his boxer. your eyes widened at the sight of him.

oh boy, this is going to be a long night.

peter fulls you closer, forcing your thighs to feel his hard cock. you feel his tip at your entrance, he slowly pushes into you. "oh—" you whine before peter fills you up.

both of you moan at the feeling. he waits for you to adjust to his size. "move, please." peter obeyed.

he slowly moving in and out of you, some thrust being rough and harsh. peter groaned, "you're so fucking tight." he moves faster making you moan.

the room fills with skin-slapping, low moans and groans. "mhmf—faster." you plead. peter nods, fastens his movement, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

peter noticed it, smirking as he started to speeds up watching as your eyes roll back at how good it feels. his tip repeatedly gazed at your spot. you feel the buildup in your stomach.

his head falls in the crook of your neck and you dig your nails deeper into his back. both of your moans become louder as you clench around him.

"i'm gonna—cum." you struggles to say between cries of pleasure.

"m-me too, ugh. cum for me, (y/n)." peter groans as he snaps his hips against yours few more time. you and peter release at the same time.

taking few moments to process, heavy breathing. peter slips out of you, throwing the condom in the bin next to the bed before laying next to you.

you're body was weak and tired but you turn to peter, wrapping your arms around his torso. his arms immediately goes around your neck.

harry comes to the dorm late at night, smiling proudly as he sees you cuddling with peter. cleaning few stuff around the dorm, grabbing the thrown clothes on the floor and putting them on peter's chair.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #peter parker fluff #peter parker oneshot #spiderman x reader

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2jaeh · 3 years

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THREE DAYS I LEE TAEYONG

When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.

Genre: mature theme, slight smut

warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing.

words: 3k

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“Are you sure it's okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend.

He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship.

Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue.

DAY 1 : FRI

“Taeyong is afraid he is going to third wheel” Inseong chuckled as he concentrated on the open road in front of him, casually looking over at you scoffing down a bag of jelly tots.

“Youre working though” you stuck your tongue out at him, “Im gonna be just as alone as he is.”

“I guess you are” Inseong let out a sigh, “I don't understand why the dude cant get a date though he’s pretty good looking right?”

“Uhm yeah he's attractive.” Attractive was an understatement. You will never forget the day Inseong introduced you to Taeyong, It was around the time you two just started dating about two years ago, and you had never seen someone that good looking up close before. It wasn't the fact that you didn’t find your boyfriend attractive, you loved Inseong and he was a good looking guy but Taeyong, he was different.

Taeyong barely spoke to you but he was always polite and had a warm aura unlike the rest of Inseongs friends. He was the one you got along with most and because of that Inseong had a habit of inviting him on many of your trips, much like the one you're venturing on now.

You stuffed the empty snack packets into a trash bag as Inseong pulled into a very fancy resort one you weren't quite familiar with. Inseong was actually on a work trip that involved meeting with potential clients and partners, this did not include Taeyongs sector but their boss allowed him to bring you two along as a treat. Inseong’s firm absolutely adored him, which made sense because he was practically married to his job.

“I'm going to get the room keys” Inseong placed a peck on your cheek and you watched him jog off to the front desk while you meandered around the foyer of the hotel.

“y/n” you heard a chirpy voice call from behind you. Turning you were met with those bold black orbs and that ever so charming smile.

“Taeyong” you grinned back pulling him into a tight hug that drowned you in his rich scented perfume.

Taeyong wasn't sure if you noticed his fingers linger on the small of your back. He would always leave you small signs but you’d never notice. His bright eyes dulled for a second when your attention turned back to Inseong who returned with the room keys.

“Oh you're here great! y/n and I are staying in the room next to yours, do you mind taking her up ?” Inseong said, handing Taeyong both sets of keys.

“What? You’re not coming up to see the room ?” you asked, a little hurt that he was already ditching you on this trip.

“Sorry honey they want to do a meet and greet and tour of the resort, i'll be up as soon as it's over” Inseong gently stroked your head and you watched him walk off with one of the resort employees.

“I guess it's just you and me then” Taeyong smiled although regretting his words when he saw the fake smile grace your face and made your way over to the elevators. Taeyong was all too familiar with this scene. Inseong being busy, he excludes you from the rest of his corporate friends and eventually calls on him to babysit you. He wondered if you resented him solely because of Inseong’s habits. He tried his best to always make you feel comfortable even if it put him in the most uncomfortable position both mentally...and physically.

“Well I'm going to take a nap so I'll see you around I guess” you pressed your lips together and took the room key from him.

“Are you not gonna eat anything ? We could go down for Lun-”

“I'm good Taeyong, I'll see you later okay ?” Taeyong watched as you disappeared into the room and it felt like he had been punched in his stomach.

DAY 2 : SAT

Taeyong lay in bed utterly exhausted after barely getting a wink of sleep courtesy of the screaming match that happened last night. Although muffled, Taeyong already knew it was about Inseong coming back at around 3am. ‘What meeting would go on until that time especially on the first day’ Taeyong thought as he rubbed his bare chest and stared up at the ceiling. Inseong loved his job and he loved socializing with people who shared that interest. To him coming home at that time absolutely plastered was normal, because it was part of his work lifestyle.

Taeyong groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow as he heard your sobs replaying in his head from the fight. He was tired of sitting around not doing anything when he knew for a fact he could treat you way better. At moments like this he didn't give two shits about Inseong, especially after he got the new promotion and made a new friend group of pretentious assholes. Taeyong wanted to be with you by your own choice, he wanted to hang out with you without Inseongs name attached to the reason you two were together.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts Taeyong’s ears perked at the sound of Inseong leaving the room and the sound of the shower running.

“No fuck not now please not now” Taeyong groaned as he felt shudder overcome his body and his underwear became slightly restricted. His mind raced with thoughts of you. It all came to him so quickly he barely noticed that his hand was already down his sweatpants as he buried his face further into his pillow. He wished he was with you. The things he would do to you were unspeakable. He wouldn't give a shit if Inseong walked through those doors finding him on top of girlfriend, he didn't care.

You finished drying yourself off and put on a cute yellow sundress that hugged your curves, showing off the two piece bikini that Inseong told you not to wear around the resort especially when he wasn't with you. This was payback for the way he treated you last night. Not only did he ditch you in a foreign room for an entire evening, he also returned drunk out of his mind and blamed you as usual for not taking care of him. You wanted to at least enjoy whatever you could from this trip and if it meant looking hot and hanging out with Taeyong, then so be it.

You made your way next door and rang the doorbell patiently waiting for your assigned babysitter. Taeyong swung open the door, dressed in only in a pair of black harem pants and a towel on his neck that he used to dry his hair. You took in the site of his bare chest, drinking in his pretty figure that matched his gorgeous face.

“I'm sorry I was gonna go down for breakfast I was wondering….i’ll just wait outside” you stuttered and you heard Taeyong giggle

“Come inside y/n.”

You walked inside his room and it was surprisingly neat in comparison to yours. You felt kinda embarrassed at the state of your room even though most of it were Inseongs doing anyway.

Taeyong continued drying his hair as he watched you scan his room, his eyes already on your figure in that goddamn sundress. His only thoughts were ripping it off until he noticed you were staring right back at him.

“Your hair is sticking up a bit at the back, here let me help you”

Taeyong watched as you approached his figure and reached up to neaten his hair. He really admired his will power to keep his hands off your body as you inched closer and closer to him.

“Thanks” he smiled sweetly masking his dark intent and threw on a loose hawaiian shirt gesturing towards the door, “shall we?”

The two of you had a decent day lounging around the pool area and took a stroll on the beach before heading back for lunch. You never expected to bump into Inseong and his colleagues during lunch and the way Inseong looked at your outfit, you knew you’d never hear the end of it. He practically ignored you the entire time while he and his friends chatted away, even going as far as introducing Taeyong to a few of them but not you.

Just before you and Taeyong made your way to the elevators to retreat back to the rooms, Inseong jogged over and tugged on your wrist.

“I know we had it out last night but was all of this really necessary ?” Inseong gritted his teeth as he looked over your skimpy outfit.

“I thought it was cute, not everything I do is to ruin your perfect life Inseong” you rolled your eyes and pressed the button to signal the elevator.

Inseong let out an exasperated sigh and released your wrist before massaging his temple.

“Just dont pull this kinda shit at the dinner tomorrow please, the chairman is going to be there.”

You and Taeyong watched as Inseong stomped away and Taeyong noticed that for once instead of beating yourself up about Inseongs reaction you seemed somewhat proud to piss him off to that extent.

“I'm sorry you're always in the middle of all of this Taeyong” you apologized as the two of you stepped onto your floor and made your way to the rooms.

“It's okay y/n it's not your fault, and besides I think you look ridiculously hot in that dress” he replied and licked his lips as you felt your face heat up with his bold words. “Also,” he continued as he scanned his room key

“I think you should own it, wear something sexy tomorrow, not for Inseong but for yourself and maybe a little for me.”

DAY 3 : SUN

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the classy black velvety dress you had saved for a night out. The dress was intended for a Valentines date with Inseong but that never happened because he had a more important meeting to attend.

As you made final touches to your outfit you wondered if subconsciously you did also dress up for Taeyong. God the way he looked at you when he told you to wear something sexy, you hadn't felt flustered yet intrigued like that in a long time.

You put on the final touches to your make up and made your way down to the banquet room. You already felt a bit awkward as you noticed a few people stare at you and whisper until you saw Taeyong. You barely noticed Inseong sit directly in front of him, all you could see was Taeyongs dark eyes taking every bit of you in.

Inseong’s eyes though we're different. He looked annoyed but still got up to help you into your seat which was weirdly next to Taeyong instead of him. But then it dawned on you when you noticed that the name card next to him was the chairman.

Typical. That was all he cared about in the end.

Taeyong’s eyes were still on you as you took your seat, unbothered if Inseong even noticed at this point, he was in awe. Did you dress up because he told you to ? Did you dress up for yourself and maybe, just maybe for him ?

“You look gorgeous y/n” he whispered, his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. You brushed your hair behind your ear and nodded a thank you, trying to keep your focus elsewhere. Although Taeyong was conversing with the people at the table something made you feel as if you still had his full attention.

You almost jumped when you felt his cold fingers trace circles on your knee, his focus was still in his conversation but yours was solely on his movements. Taeyong lightly squeezed your thigh to test the waters, a smirk he indefinitely couldn't hide graced his face and he allowed his hand to move higher.

You gulped as he began to move, completely entranced by his touch as you felt him trace more circles on your upper thigh until his hand settled in your lap. Taeyong moved his chair closer to you and the table in order to obstruct the view of a passerby or any suspicious eyes at the table.

“You work with Inseong right?” a man said to Taeyong as he laced his fingers with yours under the table.

All of it was so incredibly promiscuous but it gave you an adrenaline rush and Taeyong knew you were completely on board when you squeezed his hand back and bit down on your lip.

Taeyong grabbed your hand and placed it in his own lap, allowing you to feel exactly what you were doing to him at this moment. You sucked in a breath as you palmed him and he gave your thigh another squeeze, this time much harder, rougher than before.

Eventually into the night you decided to excuse yourself and Inseong preferred it anyway. You couldn't believe how oblivious he was to the closeness of you and Taeyong that it only angered you even more of how he would really choose these fake people over his girlfriend for the night.

As you made your way to the elevator you didn't even realise Taeyong had already followed you there, putting on his usual laid back demeanor. The two of you stepped into the elevator and it was silent. You wondered why he was so quiet especially after pulling that stunt during dinner. Completely confused you grabbed your room key but before you could scan it Taeyong blocked your path, scanning his room key and pulled you inside his room not giving you any time to process this.

He was all over you, his lips his hands his body, you felt almost every part of him as he pressed you against the wall. He used his knee to separate your legs as he planted open mouthed kisses on your neck, practically growling into your ear when he heard a moan escape your lips.

“I-I didn't do anything in case someone from dinner saw us” he explained as he found the hook of your dress but stopped to look in your eyes, “are you okay with this?”

You answered him by practically ripping open his white dress shirt and ran your hands down his body. Taeyong smirked and moved you to the bed, ridding himself of his shoes and trousers before attacking your neck once more.

“I'm sorry if this all moves too fast I literally can't help myself” he growled once more as you got undressed and the sight of you in your scantily clad underwear made him lightheaded.

“Well its best we hurry the fuck up before that asshole comes back” you sighed as you pulled him on top of you.

“Fuck I dont want to hear about him, youre mine right now” Taeyong groaned and skillfully unclipped your bra and rid you of your lace panties. You bit down on your lip as you watched him pull down his boxers and free his member, licking your lips unconsciously.

“Don't worry baby you can suck it next time” he teased and without warning pushed himself into you with one brisk movement. The room filled with both of your moans as Taeyong’s hips slammed into yours, while one hand laced his fingers with yours while the other was wrapped around your throat.

“Oh my God Taeyong” you cried completely in ecstasy thanks to the way Taeyong handled you. He was animalistic yet not hurting you in any way. His eyes burned holes into yours as he moved his hips faster and faster until you came undone and he followed straight after.

Taeyong quickly cleaned you up and kissed you softly, his touches were much lighter as he held your face in his hands moving his lips gracefully against yours.

“I'm going to end things with him Taeyong I can't take it anymore” you rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair.

“I know baby just do whats best for you, and just know I actually do like you like really fucking like you” he replied and he felt you smile.

“You fell for me in three days ?” you giggled against his chest.

“No baby i've liked you since the day I met you, these three days were for you to finally come to your senses.”

#taeyong smut #nct taeyong #taeyong scenario #taeyong drabble #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct127 smut #nct127 scenarios #kpop smut #lee taeyong #superM #nct 2020 #nct reactions

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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Personality traits for Chloe st James (ABCs)

this is a (late) birthday present for @alleycat97 bc i know how much she loves Chloe. It was definitely fun writing for her character and coming up with traits for her

taglist: @alleycat97 @cloud9in @fundamentalromantic (sometimes my tags don’t work on my laptop, im not sure why)

NSFW on some parts but I marked the parts

A- Attentive

Being around someone like Poppy means that Chloe is extremely attentive to the small details. She’s always picking up on the little signals and constantly makes sure you’re okay. She’ll literally show up to your dorm at 3am if your texts seem “off” to her and she’s worried you’re sad.

NSFW- Chloe is very attentive to your pleasure during sex and loves kissing/biting your neck or chest to heighten your pleasure.

B- Bottom

NSFW- Chloe is definitely a bottom but she’s not a pillow princess. She once got super offended that you called her one and wanted to show you she’s not the type to lie down and take it. Even though she lets you take the reins, she’s super bratty and loves verbally teasing you to turn you on more.

C- Candidness

You can always count on Chloe to tell the truth because she has no filter and will say whatever is on her mind. You find it both endearing but annoying sometimes because her lack of filter means she does say a lot of things that may seem rude but you know she means well.

D- Daredevil

NFSW- Chloe is definitely too kinky for her own good and is always down to try something new during sex, even though she always lets you take the lead. She’ll gingerly ask you if you want to do whatever new thing she’s found online and show you a bunch of videos on how to do it.

E- Experience

NSFW- This surprised you but Chloe doesn’t have a lot of experience in the bedroom. When it comes to sex, she feels more comfortable around people she can trust, but her past partners never gave her any security so she never really knew how much of it worked until you. But now she’s breaking out of her shell more and becoming more forward with her likes and dislikes.

F- Favourite position

NSFW- Chloe’s favourite position is seeing you between her legs, as you pleasure her. She loves eye contact and practically falls apart when your eyes meet as you eat her out. She also loves laying down on the couch with you on top of her, kissing and cuddling her because she feels the safest in your arms.

G- Goofiness

The more you get to know Chloe, the more goofy you realise she is. She loves acting silly and stupid on purpose just to make you laugh and isn’t afraid to scream to the top of her lungs in public which evokes weird stares from random passerbys but always seems to make you laugh.

H- Horniness

NSFW- Chloe is the epitome of horniness and loves teasing you which ends up with you dragging her to your bedroom or just doing it right on the sofa. She loves wearing outfits which are purposely revealing, and will try and seduce you by ‘accidentally’ dropping a pen and then bending over to pick it up, showing off her ass in the process.

I- Impulsive

Chloe tends to be pretty impulsive, acting on her own whim because she either forgets she has anything planned and does something else or she’s sick of living in a controlled environment and just likes to be spontaneous. Her impulsive decisions once led you to a three day weekend in Vegas because she just wanted to play poker (even though she doesn’t know how to play).

J- Jealousy

Chloe gets jealous really easily, which is something she isn’t proud of but you know it’s only because she loves you so much. Whenever girls get too friendly with you, she’ll loop your arm with hers, pulling you close to your side, before giving a massive show of PDA. Usually nights where Chloe gets jealous ends in quickies in the bathroom, or just leaving the event early just so you can hook up and you can remember that you are hers,

K- Kinks

NSFW- One of Chloe’s biggest kinks is feet. There’s something unexplainable about it but her biggest turn on is feet. She loves kissing your feet or sucking on your toes because it gets her in the mood. The first time she tried it with you, she was nervous because she wasn’t sure how you would react, but she was glad when you were receptive and enjoyed it.

L- Lazy

Chloe loves her lazy days where she can do nothing whatsoever. Because she’s so used to everything being done for her, she usually acts like a queen and will expect you to treat her one, which includes cooking and cleaning.

M- Masturbation

NSFW- Chloe wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of masturbation at first as a result of her inexperience but after investing in a vibrator, she definitely feels better about masturbating as a whole, though she prefers sex.

N- Narcissism

Chloe is hugely confident about herself, which can be seen as borderline narcissistic but that’s only because she knows she looks good. Back in high school, she was the prom queen and was voted most likely to stay hot (which she was extremely happy about). Chloe does care about looks a lot but that’s only because she was insecure as a child and had to overcome a lot of those insecurities. She’s working on becoming less vain which is working because she complimented Taylor the other day and said she looked good.

O- Opinionated

Chloe has a lot of opinions about everything and will let them be known, even if she doesn’t have all the facts. She has a guilty pleasure of reality tv shows and will always explain to you what is going on and who is the worst and who she loves.

P- Picky

Chloe is a very picky eater and is the type to order chicken tenders and fries or salad from a restaurant when the menu isn’t appealing to her. You’ve been working on expanding her appetite. She definitely has expensive tastes and likes the most bizarre food which makes you wonder why she’s such a picky eater. For example she loves caviar but refuses to eat scallops.

Q- Quickies

NSFW- Though she prefers sex being sensual and passionate, she does love a good quickie and will be down for one. During parties she’ll drag you to an empty bedroom rather than a bathroom because she’s unsure of what she’ll catch.

R- Reliable

Chloe is extremely reliant and you can depend on her whenever you need something. Because she’s number 2 at Belvoire she knows how to get things done (even if she has to use other people for it). She’s really good at delegating and is someone you can trust with your secrets.

S- Scared

Chloe gets scared really easily and hates watching horror movies unless you’re there to cuddle with her. Once when you took her to one of those haunted houses, she fainted because a monster crept up on her and she screamed so much, she ended up knocking herself out.

T- Toys

NSFW- Chloe doesn’t have any toys but she does have a pair of handcuffs and loves using vibrators during sex. Usually during sex, you’ll put her underwear in her mouth to quieten her or use of her expensive scarfs to tie her hands up.

U- Useless

Chloe has a lot of insecurities and one includes her not feeling worthy or useful. You often have to reassure her that she is an amazing human being and show her how incredible she is. She’s always so appreciative of your efforts to make her feel better and with you around, she feels like she’s done something right. You’ve been encouraging her to pursue a career in dance, because she absolutely lights up when she’s choreographing a new dance routine for the Zeta’s and you know she’ll do an amazing job.

V- Volume

NSFW- Chloe is very loud during sex and will let every sound out. Zoey has complained once or twice (or a lot of times) about the noise but Chloe can’t help it and the moans she makes are like music to your ears.

W- Wild

Chloe does have a crazy side and after a few drinks, all of her morals, self preservation, self control are almost gone and she’ll let loose. She once flashed a bouncer to let her into the VIP section of the club (which worked) and if you dare her to do almost anything while drunk, she’ll do it without a second thought.

X- X-ray

NSFW- Chloe doesn’t have the biggest boobs but they definitely are very perky. She’s slim because dancing helps her to keep fit and can do a split (which drives you a little crazy) and both front and back flips. She’s about 5’9 and she definitely prefers having medium sized hair compared to long.

Y- Yearning

Wherever you go back home for the holidays, Chloe is always missing you because she’s accustomed to having you by her side. She’ll constantly text/facetime with you to make sure you’re okay but also because she’s missing you like crazy.

Z- Zodiac

Chloe is super into astrology and you guys play a little game where you’ll watch random strangers and try and guess their signs. She’s always sending you daily horoscopes in regards to your sign and always sends you compatibility posts about your signs.

#playchoices #queenB #chloe st james #chloe x mc #this was a lot of fun #hope yall enjoy

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vodkaxtonic · 4 years

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Insomnia •Wanda Maximoff x Reader•

Summary: Y/N suffers from insomnia and Wanda passes the time with her, which ends up with a messy kitchen and accidental coming out.

Word count: 1K

(NOT MY GIF)

“Can’t sleep again, huh?” Y/N couldn’t help but flinch as Wanda’s tired voice ringed through the room, turning around. “Nope.” Y/N muttered, sipping on her tea as she eyed the tired woman that made her way through the kitchen.

And even with messy hair, tired eyes and a lazy smile across her lips, Y/N couldn’t help but adore the woman that stood in front of her. Even when Wanda just woke up, she was one of the prettiest women Y/N had ever laid her eyes upon.

“Why are you awake?” Y/N asked confused after she glanced at the clock. It was barely 3am and usually everyone was asleep by now. Well, except for Y/N, of course. This was a weekly thing by now, her not being able to fall asleep because it felt like there were 12 tabs open in her head, 6 of them playing music and the other 6 playing really bad Adam Sandler movies all at once. “I had a feeling someone needed company.” Wanda smiled, her accent even more coming out as she leaned on top of the counter, her head resting on the palm of her hand. “You can go to bed if you want to, I’ll manage.” Y/N smiled and even though she liked the thought of being with Wanda alone, she didn’t like the thought of depriving her from sleep. “I’m already awake, so does it matter now?” Wanda shrugged, rubbing her eyes as she yawned. “Let’s bake a cake.”

“I can’t bake for shit, Wanda.” Y/N exclaimed as she stood up, walking over to Wanda as she gathered all the ingredients. “Me neither, we’ll wing it.” Wanda grinned confidently as she leaned against the counter top. “This is not gonna go well.” Y/N sighed, her hand running through her head as she chuckled, looking at Wanda. “So what if not? We tried, it’s what matters!” Wanda smiled as she started mixing the ingredients together.

“I’m not cake maker but I’m pretty sure—WANDA!” Y/N yelled as Wanda lifted the hand mixer, letting flour fly all over the room and, of course, all over Y/N. “I just took a shower!” Y/N whined as she looked down at herself, covered in flour. But Wanda however couldn’t help but giggle as she looked at Y/N covered in flour. “What are laughing at?” Y/N grinned, coming dangerously close to Wanda as she backed away. “Nothing, nothing!” “You’re a bad liar, Maximoff.” Y/N exclaimed, before taking the bowl, dumping the rest of the ingredients on top of Wanda’s head, making her gape before starting to laugh. “Who do you think you are, Y/L/N?” Wanda asked with a devilish grin crossing her face as her eyes started to glow red. “Oh fu—“ Y/N didn’t even get to finish her sentence as the flour on the ground started to float, before hitting her right in the face. “That’s not fair!” Y/N exclaimed loudly, laughing as she coughed, trying to get the flour out of her lungs. “You started!” “I’m pretty sure you started, Wanda.” Y/N shook her head before letting her hand run over her face.

“What?” Y/N smiled at Wanda, who was looking at her. It wasn’t uncomfortable, the way she was looking, yet it was sending her mixed signals. “Nothing.” Wanda smiled, her voice sounding hazy as if she was in a daydream. “You sure?” Y/N asked as she walked up to Wanda, her eyebrows raised. “Actually, no.” Wanda smiled as she leaned one of her hands against the countertop. “Then what’s the matter?” Y/N asked, eyeing Wanda as she unconsciously bit down onto her bottom lip. “You know, there’s this girl that I like...” Wanda muttered and it felt like Y/N’s heart stopped beating. “Mhm?” Y/N muttered, ignoring the sting in her chest. Her number one priority wasn’t being with Wanda, it was seeing Wanda happy and if that was without her, she’d be fine with it. “She’s smart, extremely pretty, generous, empathic, hot and just all in all a great person.” Wanda seemed to drift into her imagination as she smiled, her eyes dropping to the ground. “Then she’s one lucky gal.” Y/N chuckled, trying to cover up the pain she was in. What kind of a fool was she for thinking Wanda liked her of all people? “Yeah, she just doesn’t know it yet.” Wanda smiled as she looked up, her eyes locking with Y/N’s, and something about that smile and the ways her eyes glister made her breath hitch.

Before she could think further, Y/N pressed her lips onto Wanda’s, and for the for the first times in years it felt like she finally got what she had fought for. Y/N’s hands almost immediately found their way to Wanda’s waist, pulling her close when Wanda finally kissed back. The passion in this kiss felt like a fire erupting between them as Wanda’s hand cupped her cheek, pulling her even more in if that was possible.

When they pulled away, they were both panting and somehow Y/N didn’t manage to open her eyes, scared if she did, Wanda was gone and this was just another dream of hers. “Y/N?” Wanda’s voice was soft and unsure as her thumb ran across her cheekbone, making her slowly flutter her eyes open. “Do you regret it?” Wanda’s voice was almost a whisper. “No.” Y/N muttered before once again pressing her lips onto Wanda’s.

“As much as I love this, clean the kitchen.” Y/N and Wanda jumped apart as they heard Tony’s tired voice, their heads turning to him in shock. “And go take a shower.” He chuckled tiredly, making his way over to the fridge. “So...you’re supportive?” Y/N was unsure. She had never talked about her sexual orientation with anyone, so this was a huge first step. “Of course! Except you leave my kitchen like this.” Tony chuckled before downing his water, leaving.

“Well, this was fun.” Y/N muttered. “How about I clean this up, you go take a shower, I go take a shower and we continue this in my room?” Wanda smirked, her hands placed on Y/N waist. “Is that even a question?”

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wlw #gxg #avengers #marvel #tony stark #iron man #bucky barnes #captain america #steve rogers #natasharomanoff

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shaalk · 4 years

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Stages of life- Chapter 1

Type: Chaptered

Characters: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Exes to lovers, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Warnings: None

Status: Completed

Summary: Being with Sehun is a rollercoaster ride of emotions. There are so many ups and downs, but as someone who enjoys thrill, I love every moment with him.

Words: 3029

Tags: @riajae @smolpeyy @sheebaba @meryljill-111192 @j-pping @ohsehunxv @tansyfleurwhisper @vad-hander @rexo91

Mini masterlist | Chapter 2

“Yo, do you mind if some of my friends crash at our place?” Junmyeon shouts, trying to talk over the music and conversations happening at the club.

I really want to reject him. After all, it is a Saturday night and I am already in my comfortable clothes, ready to curl up on the sofa to binge watch a drama. But since I have requested this of Junmyeon, my housemate, several times before, it is only fair that I let him do as such too.

I sigh and grunt in agreement.

“Great! We’ll be back in about 10 minutes, we’re just getting into my friend’s car,” I hear as the line clicks.

I glance down at my clothes and then at the apartment. Both are a mess. It wouldn’t be nice for me to greet Junmyeon’s guests in my tank top and booty shorts.

Immediately, I go to change into something a way less revealing and then start cleaning up the place.

Since Junmyeon and I are busy with our careers, we don’t really have time to clean our apartment often. Whatever free time we have, we spend either lazing around the apartment or meeting our friends. This explains why there are take-out boxes everywhere, dishes piled up in the sink and clothes strewn throughout the living room.

I know I can’t make the apartment spick and span in the 8 minutes I have left but I try my best. I shove all the left-over food into the fridge, throw out all the empty take-out boxes, place the dirty dishes into the dish washer that we still don’t even know how to operate despite living in our apartment for almost two years, and dump our clothes in our respective closets.

Folding the clothes were a job for another day, as long as they were out of sight for now.

Thankfully, I manage to make the apartment look presentable in the short amount time I had because just as I shut my wardrobe, I hear the sound of the front door being opened and laughter echoing throughout the once tranquil apartment.

Not wanting to be rude, I walk out to meet Junmyeon and his friends.

“Hey oppa,” I greet as Junmyeon ruffles my hair.

I slap his hands away and glare at him in displeasure to which he just guffaws. He knows I hate it when he does that but he continues doing it all the time anyway because he says that I look adorable whenever I am annoyed.

Junmyeon then introduces me to his friends who are watching us with amusement.

“This is Yixing, that’s Kyungsoo and the one that looks like Yoda is Chanyeol.”

I snicker when the last guy throws something at Junmyeon, clearly pissed that he was called by his apt nickname in front of a stranger. Unfortunately, the item misses the target by a bit and Junmyeon starts making faces at his friend.

I shake my head at how childish my housemate is being even though he’s almost 30 years old.

“There’s one more friend who’s parking his car. I’ll introduce you to him when he comes up.”

I nod and greet his friends shyly, not used to having so much attention on me.

Junmyeon probably senses my discomfort because within the next second, he ushers his friends into the living room while I head into the kitchen to get them some refreshments.

As I am making my way out of the kitchen with a tray consisting of glasses of water and some snacks, the doorbell rings again, signalling the arrival of Junmyeon’s last friend.

Even though I am the closest to the door, my hands are full, so Junmyeon rushes to open the door in my stead.

“Parking was such a bitch!” I hear as the door slams shut.

Junmyeon pulls his friend into the living room where the rest of them have already started watching a movie.

“So this is my friend who was parking his car, he’s..”

Before Junmyeon can even finish introducing me to his friend, I drop the tray I am holding in shock. Thankfully I have already set down everything that was on it or else there would have been a huge mess!

After the crashing of the tray, the only sounds resonating throughout the apartment are the voices coming from the TV.

“Sehun?” I whisper shakily, not believing that this male is standing right in front of my eyes.

I guess I am not the only one who is taken aback because I can recognise the shock painted across Sehun’s features as well.

“You two know each other?” I vaguely comprehend Junmyeon asking.

But I can’t concentrate on that question, not when I am staring right into the eyes of the man I have been trying to avoid for the past 4 years.

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I sigh in frustration and thrash on my bed, irritated that I still haven’t fallen asleep yet even though it is already 3am.

Out of all the guys in the world, how could Junmyeon be friends with Oh Sehun? I guess the saying is right, it really is a small world.

After the tray dropping incident, I didn’t bother answering Junmyeon’s question. Unable to take the intensity of 4 confused looks and 1 surprised look on me, I shuffle to my bedroom speedily after mumbling a quick good night.

That was almost 4 hours ago, and I hadn’t stepped out of my room after that.

But now, that is about to change because I really have to pee and the only toilet in the apartment is connected to the kitchen.

I clearly heard Junmyeon’s bedroom door close earlier meaning he has already gone to bed. I try to listen through my door for any noises coming from the living room but there is only complete silence.

Assuming that Junmyeon’s friends are all asleep as well, I slowly twist my door knob and pull it open slightly. I peek out to confirm that my assumption is right, Junmyeon’s friends really are fast asleep.

Doing a mini but silent cheer, I stealthily escape the confines of my bedroom and jog to the toilet. As soon as I plop down onto the toilet bowl, I sigh in relief. I have been trying to control myself for so long.

After finishing my business, I make my way back to my room quietly. As I pass the living room, I notice that only three of Junmyeon’s friends are sleeping there.

Yixing and Kyungsoo are spread across the L-shaped couch with a thick and fluffy blanket over them. On the other hand, Sehun is uncomfortably sleeping on the tiny single seater sofa. His arms and legs are crossed while he is seated upright. His head is hanging off the back of the chair and he doesn’t even have a blanket over him because Junmyeon and I only have one spare.

Worried that he might catch a cold since it is in the middle of autumn, I tiptoe towards Sehun to wake him up. I tap him on the arm gently to find that his body is slightly cold to the touch already.

Shit, he's gonna get sick if he doesn't move to a warmer environment.

“Sehun,” I whisper as discreetly as I can while I nudge him shoulder.

Sehun was a heavy sleeper in the past but thankfully, his eyes bolt open without me having to raise my voice. I wouldn’t want the other two boys to wake up.

The male faces me with furrowed brows, probably displeased that his sleep was interrupted. He then rubs his eyes to wake himself up a little. I’m sure he isn’t trying to look cute at all but he absolutely does.

Geez, keep it in your pants girl!

I tug at his arm lightly.

“Let’s go to my room, i’m worried you might get sick,” I mumble again, not wanting to cause a ruckus in the middle of the night.

He nods like a child and follows behind me like a puppy.

I manage to get us back into the confines of my room silently. Sehun just stands in front of my bed listlessly, staring into space since he is still hazy with sleep.

Seeing as he is so out of it, I push him towards my bed and tuck him under the covers once he is comfortably laid down. I then make my way to the empty side of the bed and prepare to go to sleep too.

“You sure you’re ok with this?” His deep voice slurs suddenly.

I don’t even take a moment to think.

“Of course. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before anyway,” I reply and turn to face away from Sehun, ready to head off to dreamland.

I can sense that Sehun still has something left to say but I stop him before he can open his mouth.

“We’ll talk in the morning, I promise.”

I feel the mattress bounce as Sehun tries to get into a more cosy position before I hear his breathing even out. Soon after, I fall asleep too.

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It is in the middle of autumn which means that it is supposed to be quite cold. I have not turn on the heater in my room and I can’t feel the blanket over me so I am not sure why i’m feeling so warm.

I lazily open my eyes to reach for the fan switch but am not greeted with the view of my room. Instead, I only see pale skin.

My nose is pressed against the base of Sehun’s neck. His chin is resting on top of my head while his lips are pressed against my hair. He has an arm over my waist and our legs are in a tangle.

I don’t know how but I manage to feel myself get warmer. Despite being utterly abashed, I use the opportunity to take a proper look at Sehun.

His eyebrows are in a furrow and his cheeks are puffed out. Unknowingly, he is pouting. He looks so cute in his sleeping state, a stark difference from when he is awake, where he is dashing.

I catch sight of the little scar on Sehun’s right cheek and as if my hand has a mind of its own, it makes its way up to his face to caress it.

I clearly remember when Sehun first got it. It was our second year of university and we were all required to sign up for extra curricular activities. Being the sports enthusiast, Sehun opted for football and he was immediately picked as the new goalkeeper at the first try-outs due to his amazing skills.

During the finals of the inter-university championships, Sehun dived to save a goal attempt by the opposing team and accidentally got scratched by a sharp plastic item that was on the ground. By deflecting that goal, our school managed to win the match and become the champions of the competition.

Sehun was always insecure about his scar, complaining that it “affected his good-looks” but I could never agree with him. The scar was a result of his passion and victory. If possible, it made him look even more attractive in my eyes.

I am still stroking the scar when Sehun’s eyelids start fluttering. Not wanting to have to deal with the awkward situation that we are literally tangled in, I bring my hand back down to my chest and pretend to be asleep.

Sehun inhales deeply and I feel his head move away from mine. He is probably trying to gain his bearings in his groggy state.

Soon though, I feel a burning stare on me and then a light flick against my forehead.

“Are you gonna stop pretending to be asleep?” I hear him ask teasingly in his sandy morning voice, inducing butterflies in the pits of my stomach.

I frown, embarrassed that I have been caught. Given no other choice, I hesitantly open my eyes only to have Sehun’s face an inch away from mine. I still in shock and jerk backwards, not expecting him to be so close to me.

We just stare at each other in comfortable silence until Sehun breaks the moment.

“Its morning already, let’s talk now.”

I sigh, I guess I brought this upon myself. I really thought he would have forgotten my words since he was half asleep when I made the promise.

“Why’d you suddenly leave me all those years ago? You didn’t give me a reason or anything. No proper breakup whatsoever. You just left! Why would you do that to me? To us? I loved you and I thought your feelings for me were the same. Was I wrong the whole time? Was I just a toy for you to play around with?”

My heart clenches at the pain I put Sehun through. It is time for me to tell him the truth, he deserves it after I simply ghosted him 4 years ago.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to hurt you 4 years ago Hun-ah. But I swear, it wasn’t because I had other agendas. My feelings for you were genuine and they were since the start. You have to believe me!” I begin.

Sehun’s hard eyes soften at my confession. He gazes at me patiently, waiting for me to continue with my explanation.

This is when I realise that Sehun isn’t mad at me for what I did to him in the past anymore. Because if he was, he would have directed his anger at me the moment he saw me the night before. He just wants an explanation for my actions. He needs closure.

“Do you remember the end of our 3rd year of uni when our internship postings were released?”

Sehun nods in acknowledgment.

“Everyone had gotten spots at local companies while you, being the smartypants, you managed to secure a job at one of the most prestigious companies in the world. Do you remember how excited you were when you found out that your dream company had contacted you for an internship?”

Sehun hums with a mirth of a smile on his pretty lips.

“But then when you found out that you had to move across the world to New York to do the internship, you wanted to reject the offer because you didn’t want to be separated from me. I couldn’t let you do that Sehun, I couldn’t let you give up your dream just for me.”

I know Sehun wants to chime in but I stop him. I need him to hear the full story first.

“I knew that if I had asked you for a breakup, you wouldn’t have agreed to it. So, I used the most cowardly method to get out of the relationship with you. I ran! And i’m sorry I did that to you but I don’t regret my decision at all since you went for the internship eventually. I really loved you Sehun, I hope you believe me.”

After getting everything off my chest, I realise I have started crying.

That was a really rough period for both of us. Sure I had intentionally hurt Sehun. If his texts asking me to come back to him after I left weren’t enough evidence, I don’t know what were. But I was hurting too. I wasn’t the same after leaving Sehun. I was never as happy as I was when I was with him.

Even years after, I still thought about him regularly and about how bad of a girlfriend I was for breaking his heart. I didn’t trust myself to date anybody after him. I couldn’t bear to hurt anyone else.

I dared to lay my eyes on Sehun only to see that he is observing me, unshed tears on his waterline.

“Would you ever be able to forgive me for all the pain i’ve caused you?” I ask hopefully.

This isn’t a small request to ask of Sehun and deep down I know it wouldn’t be easy to forgive all the pain and heartbreak I had intentionally caused him.

And I am right because Sehun shakes his head.

I am suddenly embarrassed at how hopeful I was but I understand his decision. I nod solemnly and move to climb off the bed when Sehun catches my arm, halting all my movements.

“I’ll forgive you,” I perk up, “but only if you be my girlfriend again.”

The smile is wiped off my face completely. This time, I shake my head.

“I can’t do that Sehun. What if I hurt you again? I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

I can feel hot tears dripping down my face once more.

Unable to watch me cry any longer, Sehun lifts me up with his strong arms and places me on his lap so that I am straddling him.

“Love, look at me. You’re not going to hurt me again ok? If anything, you’re gonna make me the happiest man alive by being with me.”

I shake my head profusely, I am not going to let Sehun be with a girl like me again.

“I thought you didn’t want to cause me anymore pain and heartbreak? You’re hurting me now because you’re not accepting me as your boyfriend even though i’m still crazily in love with you,” Sehun guilt trips me as he bounces me on his lap a little, trying to elicit a positive response out of me.

I glare him slightly, upset that he is using my own words to blackmail me.

Sehun chuckles heartily and pinches my cheek in adoration, something he always did when we were dating.

“Please come back to me sweetheart,” Sehun pleads once more.

He sounds so desperate that I can’t help but give in. I huff but nod in the end. I want him to be my boyfriend too anyway.

In his ecstatic state, Sehun suddenly lets out a high pitched squeal. I don’t have time to laugh at the ridiculous sound he made because I am flipped over to lie on my back while my boyfriend hovers over me.

“Thank you baby,” he whispers lovingly before letting his lips meet mine.

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Sunday Mornings 4/?

Notes: While this is the 4th ficlet in this verse, it’s technically the first thing I wrote for this verse. I was working to fill a prompt “watching them sleep” and it got away from me like most things. So I’m excited to finally get to post this part. It’s my personal favorite so far, so I hope you all enjoy! <3

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Week 4:

The feeling of the sun warming his face slowly pulls Alex out of a blissful dream. Not quite ready to move his body yet, he turns his head to the nightstand and opens his eyes. It’s 5:55am. He’s tired, sure, but years in the military have taught him that attempting to go back to sleep now is futile. His body is wired to be up between 0500 and 0600 everyday, no matter how little sleep he got the night before.

He yawns and turns his head to look at the source of his exhaustion. He can’t help but smile at the sight of his boyfriend. Michael spent the night last night, as he has most nights since they got back together a month ago. In fact, the only reason Michael isn’t in his bed every night can really only boil down to a stupid comment Maria had made about them moving in together. Michael still feels enough guilt over their breakup to have insisted that they are most certainly not living together. Alex would be mad at him for the entire thing, but he can’t bring himself to be. One, he too still feels how awkward things are with Maria and he loves her enough to want to be sensitive, even if she hadn’t always been sensitive towards him. And two… Michael can say he’s not living here all he wants, but the evidence speaks for itself.

Michael’s black cowboy hat is hung on the hook on the door, where Alex used to hang his favorite Air Force hoodie. The same hoodie that now permanently rests on the back of the couch because Michael always wears it like a blanket when they watch movies together. There is an ever growing pile of change accumulating on the dresser from where Michael regularly empties his pockets when he comes in to change out of his jeans. Next to Alex’s bottles of lotions and various meds is a bottle of warming gel that Michael uses whenever his hand acts up. Hanging up in the closet are several of Michael’s clothes that Alex put there when he’d pulled his laundry out the other day and realized that half of the clothes were Michael’s rather than his own. Over by the full length mirror is a pile of the only 3 pairs of shoes that Michael owns.

No. Michael doesn't live here. His things have just been slowly taking over Alex’s space… And Alex loves it.

He bought this house last year and fell in love with its character, but it hadn’t really started to feel like home to him until the day there were two toothbrushes by the sink instead of one.

Alex stretches carefully and tries not to groan at the way his shoulders pop. His body is particularly achy today, which he equates to a combination of lack of sleep and the enthusiasm that they’d gone at it last night. He’s going to have to talk Michael into a massage later.

Once his body is decently stretched out — or at least as stretched out as it can be without waking Michael — Alex rolls over onto his side to watch his boyfriend properly.

Michael is always beautiful. It’s a fact. But the truth is, there’s something particularly entrancing about the way the morning sun hits Michael’s tanned skin. Alex allows himself to stare in a way he can’t get away with when Michael is awake. Not without Michael teasing him for it.

He starts with his hair. Frizzy and all over the place. A combination of Alex’s hands constantly threading through and pulling whenever they have sex and the fact that Michael moves when he sleeps. A lot. The sun makes his hair glow like a halo, which is all too fitting. He reaches out and gently pulls a curl away from Michael’s face so that he can focus his attention there next.

Alex watches the quick, constant movement of Michael’s eyes underneath his lids. He’s always thinking. Calculating. Planning. Inventing. When they were kids, Michael told him that his head was constant chaos that only music could quiet. Knowing what he knows about Michael’s past, he can see why Michael had chosen that word. But chaos doesn’t describe Michael’s brain. Not anymore. He’s just brilliant. He’s wicked smart and never stops thinking. Michael processes information at an inhuman rate, which Alex would equate to his alien DNA if he didn’t know that neither Max or Isobel share in his genius level intellect.

It’s not rare for Michael to wake up in the middle of the night having somehow solved some complicated problem in his sleep. It’s why Alex had started to keep a journal on Michael’s side of the bed, so that he won’t have to get up at 3am and tear the house apart looking for paper so he could write down whatever complex equation he’s just solved.

Alex runs his fingers across Michael’s forehead gently. He loves that brain. He firmly believes that Michael could solve the world’s biggest problems if he tried. And though Alex won’t risk the fight by bringing it up, he seriously hopes that Michael gets his degree one day so that the world can benefit from his genius. Roswell is too small for a brain like Michael’s.

Alex traces the line of his nose and bites back a giggle when Michael scrunches it up in response. He’s so adorable at times that Alex truly marvels that anyone can honestly believe his tough guy act. Michael is so soft and tender with Alex. Even when they weren’t together and every other word out of Michael’s mouth was a sarcastic dig meant to goad Alex into a fight, Alex had always been able to see the vulnerability in Michael’s eyes. It was part of what sent Alex running so often. He always had a genuine fear of breaking and in turn, getting broken.

His palm moves to cradle Michael’s cheek and Michael’s head leans into the touch, turning his head to kiss his palm. Even in sleep, Michael is constantly seeking him out. It’s moments like this that make Alex question how he ever felt insecure about Michael’s feelings. Maybe if he had just trusted in their love earlier…

“Stop. Sleep,” Michael grumbles, seemingly cutting off his anxiety spiral before it could even start.

“I’m not tired,” he teases, but Michael is silent, having already fallen back asleep.

Alex’s hand drifts down to Michael’s neck and he cringes when he notices a bruise to the right of his collarbone that wasn’t there yesterday. Alex has always been incredibly careful about hickeys. He’d had to be. And by the time he’d felt safe enough to risk it, he was at an age where it was no longer socially acceptable. Thankfully, this one should be mostly hidden once Michael puts on a shirt, so hopefully he won’t be too annoyed with Alex.

His hand travels down Michael’s chest. He stares at the dark hair, one of the most noticeable changes from when they were seventeen. Alex hasn’t been with a lot of men, but virtually all of the ones he’s been with manscape. Which is fine. It’s understandable. It’s not like anybody wants to worry about hair in their mouth when they are kissing their way down someone’s chest. But damn, there’s something about the dark hair on Michael’s tanned chest that always gets him going.

It’s unfair really, because it means that Alex is pretty much always turned on whenever Michael is shirtless. Which is all of the time. The man has some kind of personal problem with wearing shirts.

He drags his index finger through the darker patch of hair on his stomach and he feels Michael’s muscles tense under his touch. Before Alex’s hand can dip under the sheet currently protecting Michael’s modesty, the man grumbles something incoherent and rolls over onto his stomach, snuggling into Alex’s side.

Alex sinks back into the pillow, his one arm pinned under Michael’s head. He moves his free hand up to play with Michael’s hair. Michael hums in content, but doesn’t say anything more or do anything to signal that he’s truly awake. Alex closes his eyes and tries to relax. While he isn’t likely to fall back asleep, that doesn’t mean he isn’t content to lay here for hours while his boyfriend does. This is the kind of stuff Sunday mornings are made for.

Isn’t this what Maroon 5 was getting at? Cause, yeah. Alex never wants to leave.

He buries his nose in Michael’s hair and breathes in deep, taking in the smell of rain and dollar store shampoo that is uniquely Michael. It smells like love and safety. Like home.

God, twelve years of loving this man and Alex didn’t think it was possible for that love to continue to crow. Each day he’s proven wrong. See, he’s starting to learn that these small moments together… the quiet unassuming moments… They are a thousand times more powerful than the big, dramatic moments that rom coms are made of. Because right here? At this moment? All he can think about is the ending of the stupid Grinch movie when his heart grows three times in size.

That’s how Michael makes him feel. Like his heart is constantly growing, aching with joy but always wonderfully welcome. Waking up next to Michael in the morning is one of those painfully sweet moments that pull at his heart. And maybe it won’t always feel like this. He hopes it does. He doesn’t want to get used to this, because he doesn’t ever want to stop realizing how lucky they are that they managed to come together after twelve years of will they won't they. Alex hopes he appreciates the magic of waking up next to Michael because he never wants to grow complacent in this relationship.

“You’re being creepy again, and it’s too early,” Michael grumbles, not even bothering to open his eyes. Instead he throws his leg over Alex’s hip in an attempt to snuggle even closer.

Alex rolls his eyes at the argument they have most mornings. “Why is it creepy?”

“Because you’re studying me like you’re plotting the best ways to murder me in my sleep.”

Alex laughs at that, shaking Michael who reaches out to pinch him in his side and demands he stop so that he can rest.

“No murder today,” he promises, kissing the top of his head.

Michael’s hand moves up to rest at his heart and Alex reaches out to grab at his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I love you.”

Michael does open his eyes for that. Alex meets his gaze and the only way he can describe the way Michael is staring at him is fond.

“I love you, too,” Michael says, lifting his head just long enough to kiss Alex. “Go back to bed.”

“We’re already in bed,” Alex teases, earning him another groan.

“Go back to sleep. And get better dad jokes before we have a kid, please.”

Michael bringing up a kid is enough to stop any teasing that Alex would have likely continued with. Though his stupid boyfriend clearly doesn’t realize the gravity of what he’s just said, because he’s already fallen back asleep. Alex can tell he’s not just faking it either because he’s lightly snoring in that way that Alex really shouldn’t find adorable but does.

Dad. Him.

It’s an interesting thought. One he honestly hadn’t considered. The thought of bringing another Manes into this world is frankly terrifying. Alex would be satisfied if the family name died out with him and his brothers. But thinking of having a child with Michael? A little Guerin baby?

Yeah, that thought gives him plenty to think about for the next two hours while Michael sleeps.

Tagged: @callieramics

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Beneath the Mask

Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff with a side of crack

Prompt: "it's 3am, why are you at my window"

a/n: this is part of a collab with a discord server I'm in! 🥰 Be sure to check out everyone else's work! Also, I recommend listening to Beneath the Mask while reading, which is a persona 5 song~

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10:30 pm

You had just gotten home from a long day at work, and you were so so very tired, and all you wanted to do was sleep. However, you knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, as you had made the smart decision to drink coffee a few minutes ago. Knowing that sleep was a no go tonight, you booted up your PS4, ready to play Persona 5 Royal until you tire yourself out. (y'all should play it, it SLAPS) Of course, you took small breaks through playing to use the restroom or to get a snack. Thinking back to what happened in your day, you wondered why today was so tiring. There were no bad customers, it was a slow day, your coworkers weren't doing too much for once, and all the machines worked. It was even better that your best friend and long time crush, Kuroo, had come in and ordered. Of course, he talked to you all the while, and you couldn't stop blushing because of him. Maybe you were just tired due to taking the night shift. Shaking the thought away, you just tried to relax a bit now by playing your game. Or at least you tried to, as you heard a small tap on your window. Getting a bit spooked, you turned towards the window, hoping to see what it was. Only seeing the branches from the tree right outside it, you turn back to your game, paying it no mind. The taps had continued, growing a bit louder each time, and you began to grow paranoid.

'What if it's not the tree branch? What if someone is trying to get my attention to break in? What if-'

Your train of thought was stopped short as you heard a loud smack on your window, louder than before, and then one last one, that caused your window to break. Forgetting about your fear, you grew angry, and went to look out your window. Down below, was a shocked looking Kuroo, who seems to have realized what he's done.

"H-hey, Y/N…"

"Don't hey me Kuroo, you broke my window! Besides, it's 3 am, why are you at my window?!"

You could see him slightly wince at the mention of the window.

"I didn't think it would break! You weren't answering when I was throwing small rocks, so I thought they weren't loud enough and threw bigger ones."

"Y'know, for being a chemistry major, you're really small brained sometimes Kuroo."

The guilty look on his face quickly changed into a smirk. That same damn smirk that you fell in love with. You hated it, but you loved it. You could feel the confidence oozing off of Kuroo.

"Oh? So you acknowledge that I'm smart?"

"Hush, would a smart chemistry major throw larger rocks at a window?"

"I'm a chemistry major, not a physics one."

Rolling your eyes, you usher Kuroo to your front door, signaling that the door would be open for him. You see him start jogging to your door, so you quickly run to it and unlock it, heading towards the kitchen to give him a quick snack as it was pretty late into the night, and knowing him, he most likely forgot to eat something small before coming to your home. Slicing up a few strawberries and putting them in a bowl, you hold onto it as you hear the door open.

"Honey, I'm home~."

Kuroo takes off his shoes as you walk towards him, and it was then that you noticed the bouquet of flowers he was holding. You blushed at the thought of him getting them for you, but brushed the thought aside, not wanting to get your hopes up. Now in front of him as he finished taking off his shoes, Kuroo looks at you, then hands the bouquet to you. Looking at the bouquet of pink and red camellias, you take them, and look back up at Kuroo.

"For me?"

"Who else?"

A fierce blush had taken over your face, and you smelled the flowers in an attempt to hide it. Unfortunately, Kuroo had noticed it before you could hide it, and a small smirk had adorned his face, but for your dignity, he pretended to not notice, and instead turned his attention to the small bowl of strawberries.

"My strawberries."

Snatching the bowl from your hand while you calmed yourself down, you put the bouquet on the kitchen table and faced Kuroo.

"So, what brings you here Kuroo?"

"You looked really out of it while you were working, I thought I could help bring you back.

"At 3 am?"

"I was planning for 9 pm, but I fell asleep."

You blinked once, shook your head, and then gestured for him to follow you to your room. Sitting on your bed, you forgot that you were still playing Persona 5, but decided to leave it on as the current soundtrack playing was soothing. Kuroo sits a bit away from you, the strawberries finished, and he just…stares at you. Becoming self conscious of how you look, you shift in place.

"W-what? Is there something on my face?"

"Yeah…don't move."

Kuroo places a hand on your cheek and leans in, and you close your eyes and hope he can't see the blush on your face. You feel his thumb swipe over your bottom lip, and you slightly crack open your left eye. You see Kuroo move his face towards yours, his head slightly tilted to the side.

'Wait, is he gonna kiss me? Shit I'm not ready, my breath probably stinks. What if I mess up? What if it's bad? WHAT IF HE'S NOT-'

Your train of thought is cut short when you feel something warm on your lips. Your eyes flew open, and you saw Kuroo directly in front of you, eyes closed and his lips on yours. They were soft and warm, you couldn't help but melt into it, kissing him back. He pulls away too soon for your tastes, but you decide to leave it be. Opening your eyes, you stare at him and he stares back. The music in the background created a comfortable atmosphere, so comfortable in fact, that you blurted out what first came to mind.

"You're pretty Kuroo…"

He cackles, his iconic hyena laugh bouncing off the walls of your room. You begin to laugh with him, his laughter contagious. After calming down, Kuroo takes you into his arms and falls back onto your bed, his chin resting on the top of your head. It felt as though you were on a cloud, a warm fuzzy cloud.

"You know you're gonna have to pay for the window, right?"

"Ah, fuck."

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a/n: jebrbeb I hate how this turned out 😔 please check out everyone else's work from this collab!

#haikyuu!!#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #hqBNHASanctuary

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blahblahwritings · 4 years

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Body of a Goddess.

A/N: A Billy Russo request with a reader who is insecure about her body! Hope you like it.

Words: 1574.

Warnings: Swearing, Gross comments about weight, PlusSize!Reader if that even constitutes as a warning. Alcohol Mentions.

Business was booming. Patrons were buzzed, shots were being poured and music was rattling the windows. Working at the bar brought you a sense of joy, you knew the regulars, could handle trouble and the boss was more than happy to let you run things considering he owned about ten other bars and had a very nice penthouse in the city. He could care less as long as he makes his money. That wasn’t to say you and the other girls didn’t get good pay, he was rich but he wasn’t a dick.

This guy, however, was.

“Sweetheart, can you pour me and my friends another round?” He slurred, his attempt as a wink turning into an awkward blink as his eyes raked over you. Regardless, you did as he asked, filling three small glasses with a dark liquid, pushing them towards him. He caught your wrist as you went to move to the register. “I’d like to get a little something else from you after you finish too, if you wouldn’t mind.” Snatching your arm from his grip, you grimaced making your disgust evident then turned, wordlessly. “Fine, fucking fat ugly bitch.” He sneered, taking the drinks and stumbling through the crowd.

The words hurt but it wasn’t something you were new to hearing. Drunks often tried to flirt and a majority would be nice enough when you turned them down but others… others spat insults after a hit to their fragile ego. You had learned to ignore them, mostly, so you carried on with your night. Shots, cocktails, pints you name it you poured it and the rest of your shift ran smoothly.

When it got to around 3am, it began to empty and the girls started to tidy the mess. Glasses, spilled drinks, vomit, the usual. Last call was half an hour ago and you were wiping down the bar when the same guy from earlier fell forwards, barely catching himself on the counter. “Can I have one las’ drink, darlin’?” It took you a little while to decipher what he’d asked between the southern accent that had made itself more prominent now he was trashed and the fact he couldn’t coordinate his tongue enough to form full words. Once you figured it out you simply rolled your eyes.

“I think you’ve had enough, buddy. How about I call you a ride home?” You offered despite his earlier rudeness. His eyes couldn’t even stay focussed on you, his head wobbling as if his neck couldn’t hold the weight. “Only if you’re coming back with me.” At this, you sighed, signalling Perry, the security guard to escort the guy out. “There’ll be a taxi outside in a little while.” You said, the man fighting against the fact he was being dragged away by someone twice his size as he struggled against his hold. More foul words spewed from his mouth, not unlike before until the door slammed behind him.

Another half hour passed before you were ready to close and you sent everyone on their way home, the girls and Perry included. Rolling down the shutters and locking up, you turned on your heel to begin walking to your car. It was freezing, your breath coming out in small clouds as you wrapped your jacket tighter around you. Mid-December in New York always brought two things, plenty of business and an icy chill.

Rounding the corner, you picked your keys out of your bag, unlocking the car as you got closer. Unfortunately you didn’t quite make it that far before someone hurled you into the alleyway behind the bar. You were quick to retaliate, your self-defence lessons not lost on you as you kicked the attacker, causing him to double over. This gave you the chance to stand and you stared, wild-eyed as the adrenaline kicked in. Feet shoulder-width apart, left shoulder facing opponent means a smaller target, dominant hand behind gives more momentum and power. The man didn’t stand again in a hurry, instead, a pool of vomit burst from his mouth, steam rising from it in the cold. He wiped away the leftover trail from his chin with the back of his hand before rising to his full height again. It was the same fucking guy.

You relaxed only slightly, knowing he was probably far too drunk to do much of anything. Staggering towards you, he gripped your coat at the chest and you landed a solid hit to his jaw. It made him falter for a moment before he returned the hit with a backhanded slap, sending you to your knees.

“Stupid cunt, you should’ve just let me have my way with you. I asked nicely but no, your disgusting fat ass isn’t even worth the fight.” He growled, chest heaving. He approached your position on the floor, towering over you as you tried to blink the double vision away. The pain flooded your face but you swiped his shaking legs from under him, taking the moment to sprint out the alley and down the street.

You called the only number you could think of calling in that moment and heard his sleepy voice after the first few rings.

“Babe? What's wrong, will your car not start again? I told you I’d buy yo-” You cut him off with a panicked explanation of what happened and he was on his way in seconds. You kept running, not taking the chance that the asshole would catch up to you. Tyres screeching broke you from your instinct to keep going and you whipped your head around. Relief crashed over you in waves as you recognised Billy’s car. He parked beside you so suddenly that had you been in the car you swear you would have whiplash.

Breaths came out in small ragged puffs, desperate to fill your lungs with air. You weren’t sure how far you’d ran but it was easily a few blocks. His hands found your face, concern etched into his features as he brought your eyes to meet his own. Concern turned to rage as he spotted your split lip that you hadn’t even felt in the rush to get away.

“That bastard I swear to god I’m gonna tear him apart for ever laying a finger on you.” He spat, teeth gritted. Stopping in his path as you buried your head into his chest, he wrapped his arms around you as the adrenaline faded and you began to sob. You had dealt with angry patrons verbally before but never physically, Perry always made sure of that. Billy’s chin rested on the top of your head, jaw clenching and unclenching as he tried to comfort you, anger slowly ebbing away. “Let’s get you home, c’mon, baby.” He cooed, opening the passenger side door for you.

Upon arriving at his place, he took your coat and brought you a cup of your favourite tea and some biscuits. You were sat on the sofa, curled up in his lap but he knew something was still off. You’d refused the sweet treats, opting just for the tea and you had tensed up as he dragged you onto his legs.

“Sweetheart, something else is bothering you, I can tell.” He whispered, tucking a stray strand of unruly hair behind your ear. His lips placed soft pecks wherever he could reach, brows furrowed as he waited for you to open up to him.

“I’m not crushing you, am I?” Your voice wavered and you couldn’t meet his eyes. You had always been a bigger girl. High School was rough for you and plenty of people still made comments about your size with their transparent concern for your health. Over the years you had learned to shrug it off, practising self-love and acceptance was the biggest fuck you to it all but there were still bad days.

Billy reeled back, not prepared for such a question, the nature of which, to him, was absurd. “God, of course not, is that what it is? Did that guy say something to you about your weight?” He asked gently, hands moving to rest at your sides. You flinched away from his touch and that was all the answer he needed. Taking the cup from you and placing it on the coffee table, he pinched your chin so you were forced to look at him.

“You are the most beautiful woman to me, you have the body of a goddess and no I’m not exaggerating. Sculptors would have been glad to make something in your image. I adore every inch of this body, you’re soft and warm and it's exactly what I need.” He started, hands cupping the sides of your face. “Your cheeks are perfect for kissing, your arms give the best hugs, your stomach makes for a great pillow and my god you know your thighs drive me insane. There is not a part of you that I don’t love and that lowlife doesn’t deserve a second of your time if he doesn’t realise you’re the hottest, most gorgeous woman he has ever crossed paths with.” A stray tear fell from your eye at his words, a genuine smile on your face. You sniffled and he brought his lips to meet yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. His hands returned to your hips, stroking the skin underneath your shirt.

“Now, come shower with me and I’ll show you just what I think of your body.”

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #jigsaw #jigsaw x reader #the punisher #the punisher imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #fluff #request

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minjuwrites · 4 years

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Waves

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! It’s been a bit, I was a little preoccupied with life but, I'm back to writing! I just want to say thank you for the likes and comments on my last post, it meant the world to me that people took the time to read what I posted! I said I had Jungkook fic on the way but It’s pretty lengthy and heavy so I'm still working on it! But, in celebration of August-D2 heres a little angst fic of Yoongi. I tend to write angst a lot because it's super emotional and I feel like I write a little better haha! Stay safe and enjoy!

Yoongi x reader (established relationship), Jungkook x reader (best friends)

Words Count: 4162

WARNINGS: drinking, drinking and driving, death, swearing, self inflicted injuries, blood and grief!

*Please do not read if the thought of death is triggering*

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A scream rings throughout the apartment as another glass cup is smashed on the wood floor. He tries again, yelling, but it brings him no satisfaction. The pain is still there, swallowing him with every passing moment. Running his hands through his hair his eyes land on the strategically placed picture frames on the coffee table, the emotions they bring burn him to the core. Stumbling over he grabs one of the frames looking at the picture. He runs his thumb over your smiling face. Your arm was wrapped around him as he planted a kiss on your cheek. Failing to stifle the whimper that escapes from his mouth he throws the frame to the ground in one fluid motion. Not even seconds pass before the rest of the frames are recklessly thrown around the apartment, the glass shards spraying across the floor. He doesn’t realize when he starts crying, but when he grabs the last frame he takes a second to look at the picture. His eyes blur the image but, he can tell it was the most recent picture of you two. Jungkook took it when everyone was out, your head was resting on his shoulder as you slept, Yoongi just stared with eyes of adoration. The memory floods back to him; you were so tired from work but, after the pleas from the rest of the boys you decided to go out. It was short lived as you only lasted about an hour before passing out on Yoongi. He didn’t mind it one bit though, as he got to see your sleeping face he loved so much. He swears his heart skips a million beats seeing the way your eyebrows knit and the snores that leave your slightly open lips. His knuckles turn white from how harshly he clutches the frame, he tries to throw it but halfway through his arm goes limp and he drops to his knees. Hugging the picture to his chest, he lets the loud sobs wrack his body. He's sinking and sinking, begging for a life raft in a sea of his own misery. The waves crash over him right before he can reach for air and the sobs continue. His chest hurts, his brain hurts yet he feels so utterly numb. He’s so weak he allows his body to lay against the floor, he gives up trying and lets the waves come take him away. The glass against the floors reminds him of the accident and he curls into a ball like a scared child.

“Please,” he buries the picture deeper into his chest. “Bring her back to me, please.”

He didn’t care how pathetic he seemed, he was weak and broken. He didn’t care if his friends knew, he didn’t care if his family knew and he certainly didn’t care if his neighbors knew.

The alcohol churns in his stomach and a part of him tries to get up before he vomits but, the other part is too overcome with emotions to even move. Eventually, he bolts up and runs to the bathroom purging all the alcohol and little food in his system. With a heave he goes to the sink rinsing his face and mouth. His eyes catch himself in the mirror and he can’t help but stare. His eyes are bloodshot and the cuts are still healing. The bruising around his eye and cheek are turning a yellow hue signaling the healing. In an instant he is disgusted.

“Your fault,” he slurs out, gripping the edges of the sink taking a deeper look at himself. “You should have been paying attention.”

His eyes narrow and grow fierce as he winds his fist back. “You killed her!”

The sound of glass crunching fills the space and for one moment, one single moment the world is silent. As he pulls his now bloody fist back the shattered shards break off and make a clink as they fall to the ground. Exhaustion fills every crevice of his body and he drags himself to your once shared bedroom. It’s the first time he's been in it since being discharged. His heart aches as he climbs on the bed tucking himself in. The injury on his hand goes untreated, too uninterested to even wrap the bloody knuckles. He stays on his side, as he reaches for your pillow. It smells like you, and he's burying his nose in the fabric inhaling the scent. It brings a strange comfort and he finds himself sobbing again. His tired mind and body finally slip out of consciousness as the last thought in his head is you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 Days Ago

“Yoongi-ah!” you giggle wrapping an arm around his neck before giving a peck on his cheek. You are stupidly in love but, so is he. He knows you’re the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he’s been carrying the box in his pocket for so long, yet he's too nervous to ask the question.

“Yes?” he gives a gummy smile as your tipsy state.

“Kookie is being a little brat,” you pout. “He keeps challenging me to drinking games.” Yoongi turns his head to a chuckling Jungkook and raises a brow. “Is he now?”

“She started it, hyung!” He whines.

Plopping yourself on Yoogni’s lap you stick your tongue out at the younger boy. Yoongi automatically wraps his arms around your waist, smiling at the two of you's child-like behavior.

“Are you sure you don’t want to drink with us? We can always call a cab.” You stare at him with puppy eyes.

Yoongi nods his head and tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m okay, I like watching you have fun, I don’t need to drink to have fun.”

You smile before kissing him on the cheek.

“I would say ew but, you guys are fucking adorable.” Jungkook smiles before pouting. “When am I gonna meet someone?”

You smile before leaning over to flick the younger boy's forehead.

“Don’t worry, Kookie! I got my eyes open for her.” You smile.

The three of you continue to have fun at the bar, the night is filled with drinking (minus Yoongi who sipped on his sprite), dancing and awful jokes that probably only made sense to the three of you. After a couple of hours the alcohol fills you with a tired feeling and you lean your head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Tired.” Is all you get out causing Yoongi to laugh.

“Wanna go home?”

You nod your head child-like before Yoongi searches the bar for Jungkook. As if right on cue, jungkook makes his way over with a water in his hand.

“We are gonna head out, Y/N is about to pass out at the booth here.” Yoongi smiles.

“Me too,” the younger boy slurs. “I'll head out with you guys I’m gonna call a cab.”

Yoongi nods before wrapping an arm around you for support. “You sure you don’t want a ride?”

“Nah, I’m okay it would be out of the way for you guys anyways.” Jungkook states.

The three of you all headed out the door, you told Yoongi (as wasted as you were) that you wanted to make sure Jungkook got in the cab safe so you all waited for the arrival.

As you wait the sound of booming laughter bursts through the door as two clearly drunk men come stumbling out. Their slurred words are unintelligible as they shout loudly over one another. The two make their way to a black SUV before hopping inside and speeding off. The sound of the tires screeching causes Jungkook to wince while you all watch with concerned faces.

“God damn,” Jungkook mumbles. “You guys be careful, yeah? Those idiots are seriously gonna get someone killed.”

You and Yoongi agree. “I hope they get home safe…” you whisper.

Shortly after a white cab rolls up and Jungkook pulls you two into a hug.

“Goodnight love birds! Y/N I will be at your house tomorrow with plenty of advil and greasy food.” He gives you a wink before skipping to the car.

The two of you wave off JUngkook as the cab drives out of the lot and down the road.

“Are you doing alright?” Yoongi asks.

“Mhm,” you smile. “I’m perfectly great when I’m with you.”

Yoongi flashes his teeth before gently pulling you to the car. He opens the passenger door gently placing you inside making sure to tuck your feet under the dashboard and fasten your seatbelt. He takes a second after he's finished to admire you.

“You’re so cute.” He reaches over and boops your nose releasing you into a fit of giggles.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah.” He answers.

“I love you.” You smile up at him.

His heart skips before he captures your lips in a kiss, cradling your jawline. “I love you too.”

No matter how many times you say the words to each other, butterflies fill your stomach everytime.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

Yoongi closes the door and climbs into the drivers side. Starting the car up with ease he pulls out of the parking lot and makes his way back home. Feeling a bit tired he turns the music on tuning the radio to find the perfect station. As he finds the perfect one he pulls to an intersection stepping on the brakes for the red light. The streets are completely dead, it made sense considering it was almost 3am.

“Yoongs? You spoke so quietly Yoongi barely heard you.

“Yes?” He reaches over smoothing down your hair.

He could see the sleep in your eyes and he started to become impatient with the light.

“You know you are my soulmate?”

“Well,” Yoongi chuckled as he continued to stroke your hair. “You know you are MY soulmate?”

You peer up at him with a goofy smile. “I mean it, I can’t picture my life with anyone else. You make me happy and feel so… me.”

He can see the sincerity in your eyes, that's when he makes the decision. Tomorrow is the day he pops the question, no more pussying out.

“I can’t either, I feel like I'm on cloud 9 when I'm with you. I can’t imagine a life without you.”

You close your eyes as your lips tug upwards.

“Sleep, i'll wake you up when we are home.” He leans over placing a kiss on your forehead.

The light turns green and Yoongi carefully drives in order to not wake you up. He tries to avoid all the bumps in the road but it gets a little difficult as he reaches an area with less streetlights.

“You know, I’m gonna ask you to marry me.” Yoongi looks at the road.

As he begins to reach towards the intersection closer to your house he hears your voice.

“About time.” He hears you mumble.

He's about to laugh before everything goes in slow motion.

He almost doesn’t notice it at first, the car is a black SUV. The headlights are off but he can hear the too late screeching of the breaks as the car launches on your side. It’s so painfully slow yet his body can’t move fast enough. The sound of metal against metal fills his ears as he feels the car spiral before losing balance. The closest thing Yoongi can describe the feeling is like being on a roller coaster. As the car flips over Yoongi feels his head hit the side of the door. It doesn’t hurt but, nothing seems to register besides the sound of glass breaking. He doesn’t remember when his eyes shut but, when he opens them all the pain rushes through his body.

“Fuck.” He coughs out.

Everything is blurry and one of his eyes can barely open. He sits upright, finally piecing together the scene.

“Y/N?” He asks, trying to push himself upright with a grunt.

When you don’t answer the panic fills his chest, despite how much his body screams at him to sit still he turns his aching neck to your direction. The sight makes his blood run cold as he gasps out.

“Y/N?!” He tries to reach for you but his seatbelt constricts him.

He moves slowly only fueling into his panic and frustration. He tries unbuckling the seat belt but it's stuck. He cries calling out your name struggling the best he can to pull the belt off and get to you. He finally stops pulling to look at you again, taking in all the damage. Your side of the car in crushed, broken glass pierces your skin and your body lays in an abnormal position. Your eyes are slightly open as blood trickles out of your mouth. Yoongi panics waiting for the sight of your chest to fall and rise but nothing comes.

“No, no, no, no,” Yoongi whimpers as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back. “Please god, no.”

The sound of sirens ring in the background, they are close. Yoongi perks up at the sound before screaming and yanking the seatbelt in different ways eventually getting it to let go of his grasp on him.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, the ambulance is here they are gonna get you fixed up. Just hang in there.” Yoongi cradles your limp head ignoring the way you mold too easily to his touch.

“Y/N, I need you to wake up, please I just need you to-” he breaks down as the emergency cars pull up to the scene.

“I need you to wake up, I need you,” He can barely form sentences as he's gasping for breath. You aren’t breathing and you aren't moving.

He screams and yells as the EMTs rush to him picking him up and placing him on the stretcher. His body doesn’t let him escape as they work on him. The sounds of radios and bustling people are all too much for him.

He begs them to get you as they slip the oxygen mask around his head loading him into the ambulance. They try their best to calm Yoongi down but he's hysterical. He waits for them to load you inside the vehicle but they quickly speed off despite Yoongi’s protests. Panic fills his chest until the last thing he sees is black.

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2 Weeks Later

He runs his fingers against the smooth wood of the casket. You look so peaceful laying there with a head against the pillow. They covered the cuts with makeup, they almost look invisible.

“Hey,” Yoongi starts with a cracking voice. “You look so beautiful.”

He takes his hand caressing your cold cheek before letting it fall to his side.

“Ever since I met you I knew you were the one, falling in love with you was so easy, everything with you felt so natural yet, no matter how many years passed you always made my heart leap. There's no one else like you, I don’t think there ever will be.” He smiles before reaching into his chest pocket pulling out the ring that had waited so long to be placed on your delicate finger. “It’s always gonna be you. I've been wanting to do this for so long.”

Gently taking your hand he slips the ring on your finger rubbing over it for a moment before placing your hand back in its original position.

“I love you.” He croaks. “I wish I could have been able to hear your answer.”

“She would have said yes.” A voice rings out causing Yoongi to turn to the sound.

Jungkook makes his way over to the casket, his black suit is pressed and clean not quite matching his now long fluffy hair. As he gets closer, Yoongi can see how red and irritated his eyes are, the bags rest under showing the emotional tow he was experiencing.

“She always would tell me, if you didn’t ask her soon she was about to pop the question herself.” He smiles at Yoongi with sad eyes. “I've never seen two people so in love, you guys were perfect, I know she would have said yes.”

Yoongi nods as the tears slip from his face. “I miss her.”

Jungkook pulls the older boy into a hug before letting the tears slip from his own eyes. “I do too, hyung.”

Not too long after the service begins, not once does Jungkook leave Yoongi’s side. The other boys stay nearby doing their part in helping set up and take down the setup. They are careful around the other two, making sure to give them the space they need. Everyone in the room was hurting, they were all dealing with it in their own ways. Everyone says their speeches, lastly Yoongi goes up to the podium as all eyes land on him. Clearing his throat he scans the crowd.

“Y/N was one of the kindest souls I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. With her, every obstacle and bad day was easier. She was the light of everyone's life.” The crowd's faces became blurred and he felt so vulnerable. None of the words he could say would ever compare to who you were as a person. “I know we are all feeling lost without her here but, I know she will always be a part of us. I hope she's watching us, with her beautiful smile and leading us down the right path. Even in death she brings us together.”

The crowd smiles, knowing you and how you are.

“As we mourn the loss of a daughter, a best friend,” Yoongi looks at your grieving parents before turning his attention to Jungkook, he swallows before speaking again, turning his eyes to your figure. “And a soulmate. Let us use this time to support and care for each other like Y/N would have wanted.”

Yoongi walks back to his seat and sits down watching as everyone begins to get up one by one saying their final goodbyes.

It seems to be going too fast now, everyone is on their way to the burial site. Flowers cover the sleek mahogany casket hovering above the deep hole that awaits your final resting place. As everyone gathers around the sound of the machine whirling makes Yoongi close his eyes. He wants to watch you for one last time but, the thought of you lowering to the ground causes his heart to shatter. With his eyes closed he can hear the cries of your family, especially your parents. It's too much but he remains in his spot forcing himself to open his eyes just as your casket disappears from his line of vision. Despite being older Yoongi has to look up at Jungkook’s face. He holds his head steady as the tears stream down his cheeks. This time, Yoongi puts on the brave face patting Jungkook on the back letting him know it's okay to cry. And that's all it takes for him to break down. As the others soon begin to drift back one by one back to their cars the two boys and your immediate family remain wanting to be with you for a little longer.

Yoongi looks towards your grieving parents, he hasn’t spoken with them outside planning the funeral arrangements. The guilt always ate at him, he was worried about what they would say or think of him. Deciding it was now or never Yoongi made his way towards the pair. The sight of the two caused a pang in his chest, your mother's mascara was smeared and messy from hours of crying, your father looked like he hasn't slept in days.

“Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I just wanted to say-.” Before Yoongi can finish, your mother wraps him in a hug, your father joining in shortly after.

“You gave my child so much happiness, I have never seen them glow so much after you two started dating. They always talked about you, and especially how much they loved you. I can see you are blaming yourself but, it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could do.” Your mother's words spoke as she continued to cling to Yoogi.

Still in shock, he hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around your parents. The heaviness that held him down seemed lighter and a rush of emotion flooded his body. He was a mess, as the three of them held onto each other, sharing the grief.

After a while everyone had left except for Yoongi and Jungkook. The two sat next to you on the soft green grass. The air had a chill as the sun began to set on the two of them. They didn’t say much, as they simply enjoyed each other's company as they thought about fond memories involving you.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi humms showing that he's listening.

“Do you really think Y/N is watching over us?”

Yoongi knows you are, you always cared so deeply for everyone you met. He knew even in the afterlife you would take care of everyone as well.

“Yeah, I really do.” He smiles leaning on his elbows.

Jungkook lets out a sound of satisfaction before copying Yoongi’s movements. The two boys continue to soak up the refreshing air, and for a moment, it feels like you are there with them.

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10 Years Later

Yoongi wears the same suit as the day of your funeral, bright and colorful decorations and flowers cover your grave from the previous visitors. With a sigh he stands up brushing the grass that clung to the fabric.

“Uncle Yoongi!”

Turning around Yoongi smiles fondly before the little girl runs into his arms. Wrapping her in a bear hug he spins the two of them around as the sound of adorable giggles fills the space.

“Aiya-Y/N!” Jungkook calls running towards the two out of breath. “Don’t run off like that.”

Yoongi and Y/N giggle at the disheveled man. Jungkook’s wife, Seo-Yun, follows behind with a wide smile.

Placing Y/N down Yoongi hugs Jungkook and Seo-Yun and begins catching up. It doesn’t take long, Yoongi is a regular visitor and Y/N’s favorite uncle. After your death Yoongi and Jungkook became even closer, heavily leaning on each other for support. As things started to return to normal Jungkook met Seo-Yun at a cafe, it was love at first sight. Jungkook believes that it was you that led him to her, just like he introduced you to Yoongi. The two got married after a year and another year later they found out they were expecting. It was a total shock and surprise but, nonetheless everyone welcomed the baby girl with open arms. Naming her after you was Jungkook's idea, he hoped that she would grow up to be a good person like you were, the idea touched Yoongi. Yoongi adored the little one, after your death he never felt the want or need to see anyone else, he had his whole life planned out with you, the thought of that with someone else didn’t sit right with him. To him, Y/N was like his own child, a mini you just like he wished to have.

“Uncle Yoongi, look what I made for aunty Y/N!” She pulls out a drawing from her pocket, taped to it are white flowers that Yoongi could tell grew in their backyard.

Yoongi takes the picture smiling fondly at the image, although the drawing is limited to mostly stick people he can tell it's all of them holding hands on a little green hill. He can tell which one is you by the little angel wings and halo. Although Y/N never got to meet you, Yoongi never missed a moment to talk about you with her. Before she would go to bed she always demanded to hear a story about ‘aunty Y/N’ and Yoongi would tell her all the best memories with you and remind her that you were always watching over her.

“Wow,” Yoongi smiles kneeling down to get at level with Y/N. “You know aunty Y/N would have loved this.”

The girl giggles before saying a little thank you.

Jungkook makes his way over placing the vase of flowers in his hands in front of the stone. Brushing off imaginary dust from the grave he smiles before bowing on his knees. “Thank you, for always watching over us.”

Yoongi smiles at the sight as he pats Y/N’s head.

“Here aunty!” Y/N leans her drawing against the stone.

Seo-Yun and Jungkook set up the little picnic while Yoongi and Y/N played games on the grass. Soon they all gather together each taking a place on the blanket. They leave a plate of your favorite food out as a tradition. The four of them talk until the sun begins to set, soon there's a sense of peace in the atmosphere and everyone stays for a little longer with the memory of you in their heads.

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hitoshi-shins-hoe-blog · 5 years

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Hello! I'd like to request a fluffy scenario with Kiri and Baku (seperated) where reader invites them to a picnic date at midnight! Thanks x

A/N: Ahh my first request! And what a great one to start with! I did this on my phone so hopefully it's formatted okay, and it's my first attempt at anything fluffy so I hope it works! ^_^

Kirishima

It was about 11:30pm at the UA dormitories, and while most students where sleeping or thinking about going to sleep, Kirishima was wide awake. An occasional thud… thud… thud, thud, thud! Would be heard coming from his room. It would be weird if his neighbors didn’t know any better, but Kirishima stayed up late working on his punching bag often enough.

You’d think he’d be exhausted, working himself like that even when he didn’t have to. But he had some kind of stubborn determination to make himself stronger, a feeling that he needed to catch up with the likes of his fellow top class mates, that made you admire him. He didn’t want to settle for just ‘good enough’.

You walked down the hallway, hearing the familiar thuds. You knew this would be the case. You and Kirishima had gotten pretty close, and you were hoping to break through the friendzone soon. Lots of hanging out, studying, and training together - but that was about it. The other female students had practically begged you to make the first move on him, because according to them, he was totally into you. You really, really hoped that was the case.

Knock knock.

Shit… what do I even say?

No answer.

Thud, thud, thud….

You knocked again. “K-kirishima?!” you called timidly, trying not to wake any neighbors that may be sleeping. Still no answer. You knew he was in there, and it was too late to back down. Already came this far…

You slowly twisted the door knob. Click. It was unlocked! You slowly opened the door and peeked in. “Kirishima...?”

You saw him totally zoned out, punching his punching bag with his bare hands (quirk activated), with headphones in that you could hear faintly blaring loud music, and of course… shirtless. For a second you wondered if you should just leave him be, but it was now or never. You slowly walked over to his line of vision, heart pounding almost as hard as his fists were.

As soon as he saw you he jumped back, his fists up, and let out a disgruntled “GAHH!”

You smiled sheepishly and felt the heat rushing to your face, and waited for him to say something.

As soon as he recovered and yanked out his head phones, he propped himself against the wall with one hand and stood there panting, his face red as his hair, but grinning of course. “Shit, you scared me.” he laughed.

“Sorry.” you said quickly, laughing now as well. “You wouldn’t answer the door!” You said in your defense.

“Yeah, well… didn’t expect anyone to stop by this late!” he smirked, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down and waited for an explanation.

“Right, right.” you said, blushing even harder now, scratching the back of your neck nervously. “Well, I’m a night owl too. And I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately… I guess I wanted to see if you wanted to take a break in a bit and go get something to eat?”

“Of course!” he said excitedly, his eyes lit up. “That sounds great!”

You took a deep sigh of relief at how enthusiastic he was.

“Wait… where are we getting food this late? It’s past curfew.” he said concerned.

“I- I kind of already have something set up. A picnic!”

“A p-picnic? This late?”

“I know it’s weird… but we can sneak out of one of the balconies. It’s super nice outside…”

“It sounds amazing, y/n. And that’s totally you… sneaking out for a picnic.” he scoffed in amusement. “Of course I’ll come. Who else is going?”

That question caught you a little off guard. Did he want there to be other people?

“Uh, just you. If that’s okay?”

He smiled, his charming pointy teeth and warm gaze making you melt.

“So… it’s a date?”

You swallowed. “Yeah, if that’s okay?”

You were so nervous you didn’t even realize you were repeating yourself, but he found it to be adorable.

“Duh!” he finally said, smiling even wider. “Lemme get a shirt!”

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You guys climbed over the balcony rail and snuck out to where you set up the picnic. Nothing too fancy, just some food you had prepared earlier, including some of his favorites that you had just happened to find out about in past conversations.

“So how are you not exhausted all the time?” you asked him, mouth full of food, after you guys had settled onto the blanket. Crickets chirped and it was a clear, peaceful night.

“I pace myself. I don’t train extra every night.” he explained.

The two of you had no problems all holding a conversation, talking about anything and everything, and before you knew it, it was almost 3am. The two of you talked and star-gazed, and he ended up snoozing with his head on your lap as you played with his long, red hair which had been down. It was a lot softer than you would have thought.

You let him sleep there for a while, enjoying the sweetness and innocence of it all, and his warmth against you. But eventually you knew you had to get him up, and get back to the dorms, before anyone realized you were gone. “Kiri,” you whispered, “Kiri, we should get back.”

He slowly stirred himself awake and yawned, wiping at his eyes. God, he’s so freakin’ cute. Your heart swelled as you realized this was the beginning of something great. He was still half asleep as you walked him back to his room and got him into bed. Muttering some nonsense.

Before you left his room you knelt down and whispered, “Goodnight, Kiri.”

“G-goodnight…. y/n.” he said sleepily.

Bakugou always went to bed super early. You always wondered if it was because if he didn’t get enough sleep, he would be even more grumpy than usual. The thought amused you, and it was something you were willing to risk.

In your mind, this was a great way to test the waters. The girls had you convinced that he was obsessed with you, but you weren’t too sure. He did seem to have a soft spot for you, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You figured it would be the ultimate test to try to get him to go out with you at midnight. If he would do that for you, then he must be into you.

Bakugou laid in bed, his phone on his desk next to him.

Bzzt, bzzt.

The vibration woke him up, so he turned to check his phone. “Better be good…” he muttered. “Y/n? What does she want?”

y/n: Meet me in the lobby at midnight.

Well that’s damn vague. It was 11:30. He turned back over to go back to sleep, but of course, he found himself sleepless. He hadn’t planned on actually going, but the more he laid there, the more that weird fluttery feeling in his stomach kept intensifying. Of course… he wasn’t sure what that meant. But he definitely wasn’t getting any sleep unless he found out what she wanted. He rolled out of bed, slipped some pants on, and a tank top. Better be good, he kept thinking to himself.

You stood in the lobby, pacing nervously. It was 12:07. The message was left on read. You were about to declare this whole thing a failed mission, and the potential rejection was already starting to weigh on you.

Then you heard footsteps.

Your heart skipped when out of the darkness emerged the ash-blond hot-head. Something about this made your whole body tingle with excitement, the two of you had seemed to be pretty smitten with each other, during class and what not, but something about being alone with Bakugou at this time was very new and exciting.

You didn’t know what to say once he stopped a few feet in front of you. “Well?” he finally said. “What’s going on?” he tried sounding annoyed but you could see the curiosity in his eyes. That was the thing, you could see things about him that nobody else could.

“I wanted to invite you out. For a picnic.”

“W-what?! A picnic!? At midnight?!”

You expected this reaction and placed a finger over your mouth to signal him to be quiet.

“Yes.” you whispered.

“W-why now?” he said, lowering his voice a little bit. “I was sleeping!”

You didn’t have much of an explanation as to why you wanted to have a picnic now, other then you just wanted to see if he would make the time for you.

“Do you like me?” the words spilled out of you.

“W-w-what? Like you? What are you talking about?!” his face turned a shade of red, and you smiled. There was something satisfying about seeing big bad Bakugou being reduced to a flustered mess.

“If you like me, you’ll come to this picnic I set up for us.” you smiled, hoping you were saying the right thing.

After a moment of him stuttering about, getting frustrated with himself for not knowing what to say, he finally got some words out. The whole time you smiled in amusement.

“W-well, it would be stupid to let the food go to waste.”

“Yeah, wouldn't want that to happen!” You said cheerily, grabbing his hand. He gasped a little at this but didn't protest. You guided him outside to the picnic you had set up. He plopped down and began eating, complaining through most of it, but you knew he was secretly enjoying every bit of it.

“How was the food?” You asked, once he was finished.

“It was… Really good, y/n.” You were surprised at how much he had softened up, just sense you had gotten some food in him. He must have been feeling more comfortable now. There was a bit of silence as you star gazed together, and you continued to be surprised that he wasn't in a hurry to get back to bed. He finally broke the silence. “You did this… Just for me?” He asked quietly. You yawned and nodded, sleepily. Your heart lurched as you felt a sudden warmth on your shoulder. It was his hand. “Thank you.”

You smiled. “Of course!”

He was definitely opening up now, probably because it was just the two of you so late at night and he knew even if you told anyone how nice he was being they wouldn't believe you. But you didn't mind. They didn't have to believe you.

“Nobody's done this kind of thing for me before.” He said seriously, staring out into the distance.

“Well get used to it. There’s more where this came from.”

He slipped his arm around you and you leaned your head against him, he was not surprisingly warmer than your average person.

“But midnight? Did it really have to be midnight?”

“There he is!” You piped up, laughing.

“Shhhh, shut up, idiot.” He said, playfully ruffling your hair and simultaneously pulling you closer.

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allthingskiszka · 5 years

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Fireside

Jake Kiszka x reader

This was a request by @chocolatealmondmilkshake: “Hey :) So I requested high and lazy a while ago, I was wondering if you could do another smuttier one with little fuckboy Jake turning all soft for the reader and ends up taking their virginity? (I'm a senior so this could be high school, but still 18 bc duh)” p.s sorry about any errors I will proof-read but may miss something

Request Open

Word Count: 2400+

Warning: Smut

It’s Friday night and you hanging out at the Kiszkas, you guys are celebrating the wrap of the school play. It was one of your last because you were a senior. You have known the Kiszkas for a long time, you got on with all of them really well. Ronnie knew the most about you, you guys would talk about everything under the sun. You were sitting at the fire next to Ronnie & Sam just having small talk, Josh was getting firewood, Danny was with Mackenzie getting beer, and Jake was making nice with the only two girls in drama he hasn’t slept with, besides you. You couldn’t lie to yourself you have the biggest crush on Jake, but he is a huge fuckboy, you, on the other hand, had one boyfriend during freshman year, for two weeks. After that relationship you stayed away from guys, not only was is awkward, but you also had to focused on school, plus high school boys suck. So needless to say you were a virgin who loves the biggest fuckboy you know.

“Earth to y/n, what do you think?” Sammy said breaking you out of your trance on Jake

“Huh, what do I think about what Sam? Sorry I zoned”

“I like to think I’m better looking than Jake, so I’m kinda offended you’re in love with him. But Ronnie and I were talking about music, it doesn’t even matter anymore” Ronnie giggled “I’m gonna go get a beer” Ronnie said getting up “I’ll come with” Sam got up and followed Ron. Josh came back to the fire struggling to carry the wood

“You need help, Josh?”

“Sure thing sweets, since Jake is obviously too busy” Josh said rolling his eyes and winking at you, you giggled “Yeah, yeah Josh, he looks so busy, can’t even lift a finger.” Jake snapped his head in your direction “What was that darling, if you need my help all you have to do is ask” he said as sarcasm dripped from his lips “I think Josh and I got it covered, you can go back to being a fuckboy now” Josh gasped and smiled, you laughed, and Jake smirked “She got you there Jake” Josh boomed

“Don’t worry Jake she’s just jealous you don’t find her as pretty as you find us”

“Yeah sweetie he’s not interested, you’re a loser” you were taking a back a little “Don’t worry girls he’s all yours” you said trying to cover the sadness in your voice. You couldn’t help to think what they said was true “Josh I’m gonna use the bathroom, grab a drink, you want one?”

“Yes sweets” you made your way to the house, you passed Sam and Ron on the way to the house. You went to the bathroom letting a couple tears slip down your face, you tried your best to gain composer. When you felt it no longer looked like you had been crying you made your way to the kitchen. You were surprised to see Jake standing among the liquor mixing a drink. He turned as you walked in the kitchen

“You want me to mix you something darling”

“I’m good just going to drink water”

“No fun, I’m stuck with a sober y/n all night long”

“Don’t worry you look preoccupied”

“Someone sounds jealous”

“In your dreams Jake”

“You were in my dreams last night” you burst out in laughter he smiled at you “That was super lame, Jakey” you rolled your eyes “Yeah but it got you to laugh, besides I told those girls to leave, only I can be mean to you. Besides your one of the coolest girls I know” he said sounding sincere, you turned crimson “Jake you are such a flirt, you know that”

“So I have been told” he said smirking

“It’s a total turn off”

“That’s a first”

“Well, Jake you flirt with anything with legs. Kinda gross”

“Yeah but I think you're my favorite darling”

“How many girls you use that line on?” You said giggling

“One” he said smiling brightly you rolled your eyes heading to the back door

“Don’t worry SWEETS I’ll grab Josh’s beer” he said putting emphasis on Josh’s nickname for you. You smiled to yourself he sounded jealous “Well Jake, who sounds jealous now” you heard the sounds of footsteps, he was trying to catch up to you Jake threw his arm around your shoulder “Oh I’m super jealous, actually it pisses me off, I think he does it on purposes”

“Why would he do it purposes”

“Because he knows I have a big fat crush on you”

“Hahaha good one Jake”

“Oh I’m not kidding, love” he shot you a wink and unwrapping his arm then he walked over to Josh and handed him his beer. you sat down on a log by yourself, Danny and Mac got back with the beer and joined you guys. it was just the Kiszkas, Danny, and Mac so you all were talking. Jake ran inside to get his guitar, he came back and sat next to you on the log.

“Why must we always sit around the fire and play music” Ronnie whined

“Becuase It’s what we do Ron, Rockstars in the making, plus any chance to hear y/n sing” Sam said sassily also shooting you a wink. You could feel jake tense next to you, which you thought was a little strange.

“I don’t know Sam, I’m not drunk enough to sing in front of future rockstars” you giggled

“Darling if you don’t sing, I won’t play” Jake said bumping you with his arm

“y/n don’t sing, we should go watch a movie” Ronnie begged

“Ron how about we jam for a little bit, then we will watch a movie”

“Yeah, yeah y/n you always say that, but then time gets away from us.” she giggled. Jake started to strum and the music took over. Ronnie wasn’t wrong, you guys played music for the next 2 hour laughing and talking every now and then. You started to grow tired “Guys you want to go watch a movie” you asked yawning & shivering getting cold as well, you noticed Ronnie perk up

“Yes, please it can be anything” Ronnie said sweetly you shivered again

“We can, I’m getting kinda sleepy sounds like a good idea to move the party inside” Josh said, Jake slipped off his jacket and put it over your shoulders he stood up “Shall we go inside?” he asked reaching his hand out you looked at it and laughed “I’m not holding that” you hit his hand getting up and running inside giggling you knew Jake was running after you. You felt his arms wrap around your waist picking you up off the ground throwing you on the couch “Why won’t you hold my hand babe?” you were a giggling fit, Jake looked at you smiling. This was your favorite Jake carefree and laughing, instead of mysterious, and dark.

“Someone has to give you a hard time”

“Is that so dork”

“Yeah” you smiled up at him, he was about to speak when you guys were interrupted by everyone else “Why don’t you two just get a room” sam shot, you felt your face heat up “I’m trying Sam, but y/n won’t give me a chance” he looked sad for a split second but recovered quickly you sat up, move to the end of the couch Jake sat down right next to you throwing his arm around the shoulder pulling you towards him. You didn’t fight you rested your head on his shoulder, Ronnie put in a movie, it was not long until you passed out on Jake. when you woke up you looked at your phone it read 3am, you removed yourself from Jakes grasp and went to get water. You noticed Jake was the only one in the living room sleeping on the couch with you. as you grabbed a glass out of the cabinet you felt arms snake around your waist, Jake mumbles in a raspy voice

“Why are you up”

“Guess I was thirsty, and you?”

“a pretty girl left my arms” he said just above a whisper

“I was gonna come back, I was just getting a drink”

“Yeah, Yeah” he let out a deep soft chuckle “You always leave darling, that's what makes you so different, and attractive. Just one thing on the endless list”

“Jake how are you so smooth, even at 3am”

“Because I like you a lot and I want to make you mine, but you always turn me down and that just makes me try harder” he bluntly stated you turned and looked him in the eyes they were full of an emotion you have never seen before you didn’t say anything you just stared at him he looked back he brought his hand up to your jawline and rubbed it “You are so beautiful y/n, and I hope you know that, and right now I’m shaking in my boots you make me so fucking nervous” he said so silently “Jake you scare me, you’ve been with so many people how do I know you aren’t just saying things to get in my pants”

“I’m not doing that, you really think I sleep with everyone?” he said with angry and sadness in his voice “why wouldn’t I, you are always flirting and bragging about it” he looked at you nodding “Darling I wouldn’t lie to you, I haven’t slept with that many girls”

“Oh yeah I’m so sure” you said breaking from his arms going to the sink “I have only slept with 2 girls y/n, not 10, not 20, I’m not the fuckboy you think I am” you heard his voice crack, you looked at him he was gripping the counter with his head down “Awh Jake I feel like an asshole” you said walking over to him taking your hands and rubbing his back. He turned to look at you when you looked at his face it hit you he really cares about you, you saw longing, sadness, love, and hope all in his eyes. “Don’t feel like an asshole babe, I deserve it, I only flirted with all those girls to make you jealous”

“What, you dick” you started to giggle slapping his chest as he pulled you back into a hug you stopped and looked at Jake in his eyes. He started to lean in you closed the gap as soon as your lips touched you felt fireworks, you never believed that was really feeling people actually got. Jake broke the kiss “Whoa I never felt that before, did you feel that?” you just nodded and pulled him back in for another kiss you could feel him smiling into the kiss. He deepened the kiss, you let out a little moan when he started to run his hands down your body squeezing your hips pulling you closer, he slipped his tongue in when you moaned seizing the moment. He tapped your leg signaling you to jump you did he caught you, you started to giggle as he made his way up to his room he brightly smiling at you, kissing you passionately. he threw you on the bed hovering over top of you he stared for just a moment before you pulled him on top of you, thing were picking up he took his shirt off you took yours off he traced his hand over your upper body lightly grabbing your boob, you felt the heat increase between your legs you moaned sending your hips up to meet his crotch, he let out a groan he slowly kissed down your body making it to your leggings he looked at you “Can I take the off babe?” you nodded vigorously he slipped them off of you and spread your legs in awe of your wetness “Can I touch you”

“yes” you breathly stated he lightly grazed his finger between your lips “So wet” he started to pick up the pace rubbing your clit, he inserted his finger and you cried out “Babe try to keep it down, people are sleeping” you nodded moving your hips to feel his contact he smiled and inserted his fingers again and starting to pump fast, you felt your walls close in on you, you gripped the sheets trying to stay quiet “I’m cumming Jake” he watched you in awe once you were done he climbed back up connecting your lips “Jake I want you” he smirked in the kiss, he started to wiggle out of his pants reaching for the condom in his nightstand. He placeing it on his dick and gave it a few pumps he looked at you one more time “You sure you want to do this?”

“I’m positive” he inserted himself and you winced at the size “Go slow Jake, it’s my first time” he looked at you with wide eye and stayed still “Why didn’t you tell me” he brought his thumb up to your cheek “I didn’t think it was important” you smiled at him “everything about you is important, I would have gone slower” he smiled at you “You can start now Jake I think I’m adjusted” he started to thrust in and out of you taking it slow at first you let out soft moans and he groaned. He picked up the pace you ran your hands down his back and threw your head back “I’m close Jake” he groaned “Me too darling” you tightened your walls around his cock and he let out a whimper “ahh fuck babe you feel so tight” it not long until you curl your toes and your eyes roll back in your head you clench one more time around Jakes cock and let yourself go, Jake follows closely behind. He collapses next to you, both of you breathing heavy. “That was amazing Babe” Jake said raspily “Your not to bad yourself Jakey” you said rolling on your side looking up at Jake he rolled to face you as well. He draped his arms around you leaning in for a tender kiss

“Hey darling”

“Yes Jake”

“Will you be my girl”

“Of course” he pulled you back in for another kiss smiling against your lips you broke the kiss and laid your head on his chest. You guys fell asleep in each other's arms with big smiles plastered on your faces.

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lovestrucked-again · 5 years

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Planes Pt3 - Shawn Mendes

Summary: Unaware of who the handsome boy seated next to you is, the two of you start talking…

Part 1, Part 2

You sit in your seat till the very end. Till everyone around you is slowly shuffling out, gossiping with one another still humming in excitement. The security guards are ushering people out as cleaners file in, collecting all the rubbish left behind. The security guard who led you in before comes to your aisle.

“Miss?” he says, signalling you out of your daze. You look at him, stand up and follow as he begins to walk back the way he came from. The corridors aren’t as busy anymore, people are chatting in groups talking about the successful night. You’re led back to Shawn’s dressing room and the guard knocks twice against the door before opening it and stepping back. Your stomach fills with butterflies and your head is buzzing with questions. You falter in your steps as you walk through the door, it was empty.

“Shawn will be here in a few minutes, his just talking with his manager.” The guard informs, “your welcome to take a seat and wait for him.” He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone.

Your still in shock a little when your phone beeps in your pocket. Picking up your phone you see a notification from your mum but you ignore it and click into Instagram searching up Shawn Mendes. His account pops up with the blue tick icon beside it. 42million followers. Immediately you begin scrolling through his photos of his stages from the UK, Austria, France and all over Europe. The excitement and energy flickering beneath his eyes was mesmerising to you. So this is his passion.

“Hey,” You almost drop your phone in surprise before looking up.

“Hi,” you mumbled out. Shawn’s still dressed in his stage outfit, hair a complete mess but still managing to look just as attractive as the few hours before.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, sitting down across from you.

“Yeah, I did.” You sort of just stare at him, then the room, then your hands, then back to him, and back to your phone. Your eyes were darting everywhere from the build-up of your nerves.

“Sooo…. you’re a singer?” you ask

“Yeah,” He responds, and you nod. “Do you hate me?” The sudden question threw you off a little and you almost choked.

“Why would I hate you? I admit that I’m a little shocked but I don't hate you,” you quickly defend the idea.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you properly but it was so nice just to be seen as a stranger.” You understood where he was coming from but now that you knew who he was, you were a little more self-conscious of your posture, your outfit, your words and everything else.

“You’ve got a really nice voice,” You say, realising that you haven’t commented on his performance yet.

“Thanks, it comes in handy when I’m trying to serenade someone.” He jokes, giving you a wink. You blush and awkwardly look away, trying to laugh it off.

“Shawn! Are you planning to wear your stage outfit home?! Come and change!” Someone yells.

“I’ll be right back,” he says. You take the chance to breath in as deep as you can and breathe out. You can’t help but smile and your stomach sinks in or at least, it feels like it. Your hearts still racing and you start to think about everything you just said, worried about your expressions. You worry that you laughed too much or looked too awkward.

“Do you wanna get some dinner?” he asks, walking back into the room.

“Sure, I’d love to!” You exclaim, suddenly standing up. And then you realise your standing awkwardly so you sort of just scratch your arm and play with your bracelet as his packing his guitar up.

“What do you feel like? Maybe you could suggest something since you know the area.”

“We could go to the city,” you say without thinking.

“That sounds nice.” Shawn replies. He knows that it’s technically out of bounds to be in the city whenever his on tour but he didn't want to risk ruining anything. So he chose to take the chance and hope for the best.

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“So this is what its’ like to be famous?” You laugh sitting cross legged around the table facing Shawn.

“It’s a hard job,” he chuckles, opening the pizza box and spreading out the food across the table. Fans had managed to find Shawn in just 30minutes once you both had left the arena which forced you two to go into hiding. Shawn offered for you to join him for dinner at his hotel instead to which you gladly agreed on. He was apologetic the entire ride saying how he wanted to treat you to something nice as an appreciative gesture for the night before. However, you weren’t dressed for anything nice so you were thankful for just eating casual.

“Are you allowed to do this?” you ask, “I mean like, should I be here?”

“Yeah why not?” he gives you a questioning look.

“Isn’t it bad for show?” You didn't know how to bring it up but you thought there was something more than just friends. Nothing serious but just something out of the ordinary. The hand-holding he always started which would make your heart race but thinking back now, he didn't really seem fazed. Maybe it was normal to him.

“Fans will probably assume I’m meeting with an old friend in LA if they see us,” he says casually. You nod in reply, keeping your eyes on the pizza slice in your hand.

“So what do you do here? Are you a student?” he asks.

“Yeah I’m a student in first year doing science and arts.”

“Ohh cool, I was never a sciencey student but definitely more towards the arts.” You both laugh a little. Eventually the food gets cold as your conversation continues about his music career, how he got into music, how you got into science and arts, and all the little details about your lives. You both moved from the floor to the couch, sitting next to each other and leaning against the backing as you talked. You got the chance to ask about his tattoos and he explained them to you. He turned to sit facing you cross legged on the couch, and you copied him. He showed you the tattoos on his hands last, grabbing your hands at the same time.

Your eyes scanned his tattoo briefly but took the opportunity to look at his hands. His hands were soft but slightly calloused. His nails were cut short and the veins on his wrists to the backside of his hands were prominent. You stop when you notice his watch. You notice the time on his watch. It was 3am.

“Omg it’s 3am,” you whisper, not realising you had cut him off mid-sentence.

“Oh,” Shawn says, just as surprised as you. You look up at him from his hands and he looks a little stressed, like his debating in his head. “If you want to, you can stay here the night,” he offers.

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You hear sounds in the shower and naturally curious, you lean against the door, ear against it. He’s singing in the shower. His voice was smooth and clear and quiet yet powerful. It was soothing. And I know you don’t commonly call a guy’s voice beautiful, but his was. You sit down on the floor, back against the door reading the one book from the bedside table and gradually you learn the tune, humming along with him. You hear silence for a bit but don't bother moving, thinking that his most likely changing or still occupied. The book you were reading turned out to be quite appealing and the short chapters felt like you were going through the book extremely fast.

“Y/N y-,” he opens the door and you fall back suddenly, dropping the book beside you. He tries to supress a laugh but lets it out when he sees you go red in the cheeks. His got a towel around his waist and water dripping down his hair to his body.

“I-I was just listening to you sing.” You stutter out, still on the floor. “I haven’t even tried charming you yet but I guess I was a born natural.” He chuckles as his giving you a hand to help you up. You smack him against the chest trying to defend yourself without words. If you said anything now, it would definitely embarrass you more. He laughs at your defence and walks over to his suitcase, pulling out a shirt.

“Here,” he says, chucking the shirt at you. “You can wear this after you shower, its clean.”

“Thanks,” you say before quickly disappearing into the bathroom. Your shower process is relatively slow in comparison to him. You wanted to procrastinate and rehearse all possible lines if things got awkward. You took the chance to text your 2 best friends about the situation, obviously not mentioning the guy was Shawn Mendes. They were like the angel and devil voices for you, one completely supporting you to just stay the night and ‘see where it goes’, the other telling you to go home immediately.

You slip on his shirt over yourself and it reaches down to your mid-thighs. You were debating whether to wear your denim shorts to sleep but seeing the length his shirt went to, you couldn't be bothered. You dry your hair roughly with the towel and you can smell the slightly vanilla scented shampoo Shawn uses. You keep a mental note of the brand and walk back into the bedroom. The lights are out already and you can make out his figure in the bed. Fuck this is crazy.

You walk over to your side of the bed and pull the sheets back slowly. You can’t tell if Shawn’s asleep but his completely still, facing the middle. You carefully crawl into the queen sized bed and pull the covers up to your chin. You face the ceiling, not wanting to seem creepy by looking at him or rude by turning away. How am I meant to fall asleep like this? You sigh internally and roll over to your side, back facing Shawn.

A hand lazily rolls over on your stomach and you suck in. He wraps an arm around your body, gently pulling you closer to his bare skin. Despite the unsettling nerves in your stomach, it flutters at the feeling of his body against yours. Slowly, you sink into the warmth of his body.

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dokidoki-tae · 5 years

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Oh! Oh! Can you do headcanons of la squadra slow dancing with their s/o? Please :D

Risotto: You were in Risotto’s office, helping him organize his bookshelf. Well, you were bored and took it upon yourself to organize for him. Risotto was distracted by some documents, unconcerned with what you’re doing. As you clean the shelf, you find a vinyl. “What’s this?” A question more to yourself than to him. “A record.” You examine it, seeing if its in good condition. It’s a record of Italian classics. You wonder why he has it. “It was a gift from Ghiaccio,” he answers like he read your mind. “He believes it’s essential that every Italian knows those songs. He’s given them to the others as well,” He says with a bit of amusement. “Do you have a record player?” You look around the office, expecting to find one. Risotto says there is one in their basement but doesn’t know if it still works. You jump to your feet and go to find out. It turns out that it works just fine. It took you a while to figure out how it works, but you manage. As you mess with it and get it to play one of the songs, Risotto comes it to check on you. “I was getting concerned,” he kisses your cheek. “It works!” You point out the obvious, and he hums knowingly. It’s playing an instrumental version of ‘O Sole Mio. You and Risotto stand and listen when you take his hand into your and swing them. “Dance with me?” placing his hand on your hip. You can tell he’s contemplating, needing to finish paperwork, but he couldn’t deny you with that look. “Of course, tesoro,” holding you close rocking to the music, dipping you and twirling you into the night.

Prosciutto: He’s a natural at ballroom dancing in both standard smooth and Latin rhythm dances. You didn’t even know he could move his hips like that! You’re a obviously intimidated because he looks like a natural, and you may know how to dance, but not like THAT. You’d stick out like a sore thumb if you went dancing together, so you always reject him when he asks you to go dancing with him. He eventually persuades you, bothering you until you give in, to go dancing with him, promising that he will be the lead and your body will follow on its own naturally. He buys you an outfit that coordinates with his. As the night progresses, you’re reluctant to admit to yourself and him that you’re truly having fun, knowing he’d give you his signature smug smirk because he proved you right. Looking around, you can tell many people are tired and need a break, even you can see beads of sweat rolling down Prosciutto’s forehead, but he still has a smile on his face. “You look happy,” you point out with a smile. “Huh? Of course. I got to bring you here and show off how dazzling you look,” He pulled you close, “and seeing your beautiful smile was a wonderful bonus,” pressing his thumb on your bottom lip before bringing you into a kiss. Soft music is played in the background, like an intermission for the dancers, and Prosciutto pulls you onto the dance floor. “Don’t you want to rest?” Noting that his face is a tad flushed. “I don’t want to lose an opportunity to be able to hold you close.” Prosciutto hands caress your neck and slide to your shoulder, your back, waist down to your ass, squeezing it, and back to waist, and dance into the night.

Pesci: Is insecure about dancing because he has two left feet. Is very likely to step on your toes if you tried dancing. One time, Prosciutto moved the furniture in the living room to make space to teach him (and you) the waltz, foxtrot, and tango. He uses you to demonstrate and you can see Pesci pout (he’s a little jealous) and then he uses Pesci to demonstrate. You pick it up pretty quickly; you’re not amazing, but you don’t look like a fool. Pesci, on the other hand, is having difficulty and can’t manage to remember the basic steps. Prosciutto gets frustrated and yells at him until he’s had enough and leaves. Pesci mopes and staggers to his bedroom and you follow, concerned. You rub his back, assuring him it’s okay. He doesn’t need to learn those fancy dances. He isn’t looking at you but you hear a sob and it breaks your heart. You’re determined to make him happy, so you get his (or your) music player and play a classic ballad. You take his hand and pull him up and hug him. You go and place his hand on the small of your back and take his other hand and entwined it with your own and being swaying. It’s not classy like Prosciutto’s teaching, but that doesn’t matter at all. Being close to him is enough. Not long after, a smile works a way onto his lips, and he hugs you closer and follows your lead.

Formaggio: Any kind of slow dancing happens when it’s nearing the end of the night and the bar you’re at is near closing. When you get there, you and Formaggio are dirty dancing and grinding on each other, drinking and taking shots. As the night ends, the staff cleans around you. You two are regulars, so they don’t kick you out immediately. In fact, the DJ continues to play music but it’s slower; sentimental ballads, if you will, and the staff is cleaning around you. They are amused that you two can go from dry-humping to sweetly and romantically (though drunk) dancing. You’re holding each other’s weight, making sure neither lose balance due to being slightly intoxicated. Formaggio is chuckling and nuzzling into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. He is whispering how much he loves you and wants to hold you forever and how he promises to be with you until you’re old and wrinkly.

Illuso: It was your one year anniversary with Illuso, and he was nowhere to be found. You left calls and messages and even contacted his team about his whereabouts but they were no help. It’s not that they didn’t know; “It’s classified,” they said. Illuso usually tells you when he’s gonna be gone on long missions, but he didn’t say anything this time. So you were debating whether to be pissed or worried for him. As the day ends, you get a call from him. You’re frantic and ask him if he’s alright, if he’s hurt, is he stranded somewhere. You hear the exhaustion in his voice, explaining that he is alright, but how he was sent on a mission unexpectedly and didn’t have time to contact and pauses. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you to celebrate tonight, Amore. How can I make it up to you?” You can hear the sincerity in his voice. You want to hold him close and tell him it’s okay, but you just got to settle with reassuring him that he doesn’t have to, that it’s fine, “work is more important I know.” Even though that’s not the meaning you intended, those words cut him. ‘Nothing is more important than you, Amore,” He wanted to say. “Can I see you tomorrow?” He laughs. “Of course.” With that, you say your goodnights and you go to bed at ease. At 3am, you wake up to noise, music to be specific, outside your mind. You peer outside and see Christmas lights hanging on your tree and lights wrapped around the trunk. It looks beautiful. You see Illuso and a boombox playing a soothing melody. “You said you wanted to see me tomorrow.” You gawk, surprised by this sudden display, but laugh immediately and proceed to run outside and throw your arms around him. You’re only in a t-shirt and your underwear, but you don’t care. He looks at you, examining and memorizing every detail of your face before kissing you deeply. The music plays before you, coaxing you both to dancing to its rhythm until Illuso is ready to carry you to bed.

Melone: You and Melone have left a decent restaurant and had a bit to drink especially you. You’re clinging to Melone, laughing in his ear and kissing his cheeks, his ears, his forehead, his eyelids, everything. Melone is laughing along with you returning your kisses with just as much fervor. Neither of you have plans on going back to either of your homes anytime soon and want to enjoy your time together. You’re walking down the beautiful coast of Naples, watching as the sun sets. Melone takes you to some places near the area to make sure you sober up when you come across a band that’s playing music outside a bustling restaurant; you decide to stop there. You nestle in Melone’s arms, watching some of the other couples dance. When the band starts playing romantic music, you watch as the young couples go back to their seats with only the older ones staying behind to dance with their lover. Melone gentle pries you away and moves to bow in front of you, holding out his hand. “May I have this dance?” He flashes a charming smile and leaves a kiss on your hand. Melone is never one to shy away from showing off his love for you. He wanted to make a statement to those other couples but also wanted to show you and how perfect you are off. You’ve danced with him many times and this wasn’t any different. The way you moved together, the way your hands fit so well together, how your breathing was synchronized. You knew Melone was thinking it too. How you two were fated to meet, find each other, and be together.

Ghiaccio: He will not slow dance where anyone will see him. He will not slow dance in front of strangers; he will not slow dance in front of his team. He has a paranoia that they will laugh at him, and he hates being laughed at. But if you’re playing soft music while having a stay-at-home date then MAYBE he will humor you with a dance. It’s all leading up to that moment, you want him to hold you tenderly; you want to hold HIM tenderly. You grab his arm and try to tug him off the couch but he’s holding on like his life depended on it, yelling that he doesn’t want to dance. Eventually, you give up and slump your shoulder and pout and go to sit down on the chair at the opposite side of the room and face away from him. You hear a “tch” and you sit there in silence for a while until you feel a tap on your shoulder. Ghiaccio is extended his hand, signaling to take it. You do and make no comment because you know he’s gonna treat into himself again. He pulls you close, pressing your hips together and wraps his hands around your waist. Even like this, he still has that angry scowl. You lean in and lovingly rub your nose against his and wrap your hands around his waist too. His face softens as the song nears its end and is replaced with a look of tenderness.

Sorbet and Gelato: Sorbet is at the kitchen table, counting the stacks of cash from his and Gelato’s latest mission. You and Gelato are in the living room, drinking and conversing about irrelevant things and eventually singing “ Con Te Partiro” obnoxiously and horribly, laughing as you did. In time, Sorbet has had enough and is marching to the living room to put an end to your shenanigans. “I’ve had it with you two! Can’t you behave like adults?” He crosses his arms and taps his foot, finding Gelato in your arms with his legs wrapped around your waist as you wobble back and forth. You and Gelato look at each other and laugh. You put Gelato down and grab Sorbet and bring him into your arms. “Loosen up, Sorbet,” you smirk and pat his butt. Gelato starts humming “Con Te Partiro” but this time he does it well. Gelato is actually a very good singer with an angelic voice, but he likes to come off as unpleasant as possible. Your hands are rubbing circles into Sorbet’s upper back, hoping to ease some of the tense, and he eventually does relax and give into your rhythm. Gelato continues to hum as he moves and places himself between you and Sorbet, who rolls his eyes at his lover’s antics. Gelato his facing you, puckering his lips to get you to kiss him, which you do. And he turns and does the same to Sorbet, who withholds the kiss before giving in. You rest your body on Gelato’s back, who then nestles himself in Sorbet’s chest. Holding his lovers in his arms has Sorbet breaking his facade, smiling warmingly knowing he has his lovers by his side and begins humming his own soft melody.

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Slithering His Way Out PT 2

A/N: Sorry it took so long but here it is! I already have part 3 written so let me know if you want it. Going to double proof read in am

Part One

Throwing his body on to his cold bed, Sweet Pea let out a deep sigh. It was yet again 3AM as he finally made it home from a run for Penny Peabody. He thought that after a week of Y/N being gone he would be use to a cold empty bed but it honestly broke his heart each time. Even though silence in his trailer wasn’t something new to him, it was something that he wasn’t use to in the past two years. Sweet Pea liked coming home to a trailer filled with Y/N’s favorite tv show, or her favorite music playing or all their friends conversing with her.

He continued to stare at the ceiling fan as it spun letting Penny’s reminder run through his brain. “Don’t think I don’t still have eyes on your girl Sweets. In fact, isn’t she staying at your place FP? I wonder when she’ll return to school.” Trying to push the reminder out of his mind he began to think of how tonight would have gone if Y/N had been here. She probably would’ve questioned him about where he was and he would’ve had to lie to her. And his current train of thoughts halted there. Now realizing that he was grateful that he didn’t have to lie to her anymore which was probably the only good thing to come out of this situation. It honestly broke Sweet Pea’s heart to have to be lying to her every time she asked where he was or why he had been so secretive with her.

Sweet Pea wished he could have told her everything but it wouldn’t have solved it. It might’ve kept him from lying to her but more problems would’ve arose, like Y/N constantly worrying about him or her knowledge of it putting her in danger with Penny Peabody. None of these thoughts were going to change the fact that he was heartbroken. He might have not shown it but he was falling apart piece by piece.

Hearing from the serpents and now Penny, apparently Y/N had been staying with Jughead. It made the most sense to go stay there, because it was the one place that they were least likely to run in to each other. Of course Y/N was close with Toni and Fangs and he had heard an earful from they both, but they knew the real reason why. If Y/N had went to stay with either of them, it was a fact that they would’ve run in to each other. And he wasn’t going to lie to himself that it hurt that she was going out of her way to make sure that it wasn’t going to happen.

Turning his head away from the ceiling fan, his sight landed on the broken picture frame on the nightstand. After Y/N left that night a week ago, he found the picture in the trash and that was it took for him to go in to a rage. Tears. Punching. Throwing. Sadness. Heartbreak. Anger. He had felt it all that night. After that and with as much as he was feeling, there wasn’t time to keep having breakdowns. So he let most of it out that night and back to stone cold Sweet Pea he went.

Everyone began to slowly notice the change in Sweet Pea and with the absence of Y/N, everyone had seemed to put the pieces together. Y/N and Sweet Pea had broken up. He wasn’t stupid, he was hearing all the whispers and he walked back and when Y/N’s name was called out in the class with no answer. But he tried to remain unmoved by it all. Except for when it came to these 3 AM lonely silent nights. Little did Sweet Pea know, Y/N was feel all the same feelings he was. In fact, she was staring at a ceiling that was becoming familiar to her at 3 AM.

After months of staying awake waiting for Sweet Pea to crawl in to bed, Y/N had gotten use to that sleep schedule. So here she was at 3 AM laying in Jughead’s bed deep in her feels. Y/N was still swearing to herself and everyone else that this break up had been her fault. She was too pushy, too nosey. Jughead, Toni and Fangs all wanted to tell her that she was wrong, but it defiantly wasn’t their place.

Y/N turned to the lonely picture on Jughead’s bedside table. Tears couldn’t’ help but fill in her eyes. She felt guilty, heartbroken, sad. She was feeling it all. Two years had went down the drain because she couldn’t leave things alone. Apparently her quiet sobs weren’t as quiet as she thought, because the door to Jughead’s bedroom was opened. “Y/N?” She heard a tired voice call out.

She turned her head already knowing it was Jughead. And thee he stood in the door way with a hand pushing his hair out of his face. Y/N quickly tried to wipe her tears away and calm herself down. Jughead wasn’t going to ignore it though. He sat at her feet keep his eyes on her. “This is the sixth night in a row.” Guilt instantly went through her body. She wiped the few tears left off her face and signed. “I’m sorry Jug. I can find somewhere else to stay.” Y/N said sitting up prepared to start packing. Her own boyfriend, well ex now had kicked her out why wouldn’t Jughead?

Jughead quickly shook his head no which she barely saw due to the darkness. “You aren’t going anyway else. Plus with my dad always being gone you keep my company.” Y/N let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding once she heard Jughead tell her no. Their conversation was interrupted by the trailer door opening and closing signaling that FP was home. Y/N almost found it comical that Sweet Pea and him seemed to come home around the same time, but never was quite putting two and two together. She certainly never let it cross her mind that they were running drugs for Penny Peabody because of Jughead’s debt.

Y/N played with the lose string on the blanket. “Thank you for helping me Jughead. I know I haven’t been the easiest house guest.” He snorted at her words, “You are easier than having hot dog as a house guest.” All she did was nod in response. She knew Jughead was hoping for a smile or a laugh but that wasn’t going to be something she was going to be able to do for a while. “I’m probably going to have to get back in to my regular schedule soon huh?”

Once again a head motion was made by Jughead that she barely caught, this time being a nod yes. “But only when you are ready Y/N. No one is pushing you.” Jughead tried to assure his friend. “I know but the longer I wait, the hard its going to be right? And I know it’s just Southside high but I still need to keep my grades decent.” Picking her head up, she made eye contact with Jughead. “I’m going to go back to school tomorrow.”

Jughead was surprise by the sudden decision, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to support her every step of the way. “Well then, we better get to bed and at least get two more hours of sleep.” Standing up from the bed, Jughead made his way to the door. Not before turning back to look at Y/N and calling out her name. She picked her head up from her new position laying down and looked over at her friend. “Yeah?”

“You are going to be okay. Everything will work out in the end.” Unsure of what he meant by his last sentence she just nodded her head and laid back down as he walked out. Would everything really be okay? Would everything really work out in the end? Y/N had no clue. Neither did Sweet Pea. But Y/N knew going back to school was one step closer one slither closer.

Three hours later and her phone alarm was blaring. With a groan, Y/N rolled over needing the loud sound. Her eyes slowly opened as she realized what it was going off for. She was going back to school. It was all she could do not to let her panic take over. Instead, she rolled out of bed an picked an outfit out beginning to get ready for the day.

After a quick shower, she threw her hair into a braid , got dressed and made her way out to the living to find Jughead ready to go as well. To be honest, Jughead was a little surprised that Y/N was still going through with this. “Now if you want to leave at any point, just text me and we can leave.” Y/N shook her head in response. “There is no running away Jug.”

Grabbing her key to her jeep, Y/N walked out of the Jones’ trailer. “Let’s get this day over with.” She said not only to Jughead but also herself. They both got in to her jeep and made their way to school. The ride was silent which she silently was thankful for. She didn’t want to talk about the what ifs of today or how she was feeling. Her panic and nervousness was already setting in. When the sight of the school came in to view, she knew there was no turning back.

“Toni, Fangs or I are going to be with you every step of the way Y/N.” Jughead promised. But Y/N had barely heard what Jughead said. All she was focused on was driving past the motorcycles and not spotting Sweet Pea. As she parked in the “serpent parking lot territory”, her eyes stayed clued to the school in front of her. “Is he over there?” Y/N asked knowing the motorcycles were just to the right of her.

“His motorcycle is there. He must be inside.” Jughead informed her. Taking a deep breath, Y/N shut the jeep off and stepped out. She allowed Jughead to get off before locking it. Instantly she began to feel the stares of everyone. She put her head down and took step closer to Jughead and they started to walk in to the school. “Does everyone know?”

Jughead shrugged while shoving his hands in his serpent jacket pockets. “Everyone assumes with your absence and the old Sweet Pea back.” Hearing that the old Sweet Pea was back sent shivers down your spine along with putting a pit in to your stomach. Slightly picking her head up once they walked through the entrance, she heard Jughead’s name being called by a fellow serpent. Jughead turned to Y/N. “Are you going to back it to first period okay? Toni will meet you there.”

Taking yet another deep breath Y/N nodded placing a hand on Jughead’s arm. “Thank you Jug.” He half smiled as a you’re welcome and began to walk away from her. Y/N stood still until he was out of sight. She put her head back down and began to make her way to her locker. Of course she was hearing the whispers as she walked down the hall and it annoyed her more than anything. It wasn’t anyone’s business what was happening, that didn’t mean she was going to confront anyone about it.

As she approached her locker, she picker her head up slightly noticing a figure by her locker. Y/N sighed in relief when she saw it was Fangs standing by your locker. In all honestly, she didn’t want to be walking this halls by herself but she wouldn’t hold Jughead back. Her pace picked up a little bit so she could get to Fangs quick. Once she did, she pulled him in to a hug. “Thank god.” Y/N said in his ear.

Fangs hugged her back giving her a light squeeze. As they were hugging, Fangs couldn’t help but notice a tall serpent peek around the corner. Quickly shaking his head as to signal the taller serpent not to come this way hoping Y/N wouldn’t feel it but she had. Pulling away, Y/N had a questioning expression on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just can’t believe you’re back so soon.” Fangs said hoping she would believe it. And so far she seemed to, because the began to grab what she needed out of her locker. Y/N didn’t believe him though, deciding it was best to let it go. “Are you going to be late to first period because you are walking me?” She questioned Fangs once again. Receiving a shrug in response, she shook her head at his carelessness.

Closing her locker, they began to walk down the hall. “How are you?” Fangs asked sincerely. Y/N didn’t know how to answer that. Her feelings were all over the place but at this particular moment all she felt was numb with a little bit of nerves. Instead of explaining all of this to him, she went with the simple answer. “I’m doing the best i can.”

Not wanting her to be blind sided, Fangs decided to prepare her. “He is here today. I’m sure by know he knows you are here too.” Y/n nodded her head. She only figured as much. “Then first period should be interesting.” Showing no emotion saying this, Fangs wasn’t sure if it was a joke or not. Y/N always smiled or laughed at her own jokes but neither one was present. Realizing they were at the door of her first period, they both stopped. “It was a joke Fangs. You can laugh.” Fangs only half smiled.

Grabbing her arm, he tried to comfort her. “Be strong.” Placing a hand over his she squeezed his hand before turning around and walking in to the room. Suddenly everyone’s eyes were on her and the person behind her. She quickly looked behind her to see Sweet Pea standing there with a blank expression. Her feet were frozen. She felt as if she couldn’t move. But without what seemed like a care run the world, Sweet Pea made his way around her and took his seat.

Watching as he threw himself into a desk, Y/N felt as if she could move again and did just that realizing everyone was still staring. Her eyes moved from Sweet Pea to Toni thankfully sitting on the other side of the room and lastly made her way over to the seat next to her. As she sat down, she felt tears build in her eyes. It was like he hadn’t cared she was back. Maybe he hadn’t noticed she was even gone. Well so she thought. It actually broke Pea to see her not be able to move in his presence. It almost seemed like she was uncomfortable.

They were both pulled away from their thoughts as the teacher walked in and began class. About 10 minutes in to the “lesson”, Sweet Pea felt a buzz in his pocket from his phone. Pulling it out, he only hoped it was Y/N. But was greatly disappointed seeing it was an unknown.

I see your girl is back. I have another run for you. Come now if you don’t want that ghoulie sitting behind her to touch that pretty head of hers.

Sweet Pea’s eyes shot up from the screen and over to Y/N’s direction noticing that there in fact was a smirking ghoulie behind her. “Damn it.” Sweet Pea shouted interrupting the class. He got up and stormed out. Not forgetting to text Toni, Fangs and Jughead to keep a close eye on Y/N.

Y/N watched as Sweet Pea’s outburst played out in front of her. She turned to Toni with her eyes once again filling up with tears. “Apparently he can’t even be in the same room as me. How did I mess up so bad?” She covered her mouth trying to keep the sob from coming out. “I brought the old Sweet Pea back. Everyone knows that I hated the old Sweet Pea.” Even though Sweet Pea didn’t hear these words out of Y/N’s mouth, he knew in the back of his head that he seemed to be slithering his way deeper rather than out.

Part Three

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