#dammit if you don't like what I make go somewhere else

[denwritesandcries]

Call me Yours – Natalie Scatorccio

Pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

Summary: You’re in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio. How ironic.

Word count: 2,3k.

Content: NSFW, no crash!AU, cursing, arguing, jealousy, makeout session, thigh riding, slightly toxic behavior?? but it wouldn't be a yellowjacket relationship if it weren't just a little.

A/N: Is it a secret relationship?? Friends with benefits??? I don't know man but they’re horny.

English is not my first language.

You're in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio.

There is a party going on outside, students filling the rooms of Lottie's house with loud generic music playing in the background, but the small room you two were locked in remained silent, too silent.

“See ya’ in 7 minutes, ladies!” Van's mocking voice cuts through the air, but a knife could have done the same; the blonde snorts and you roll your eyes, fixing your gaze somewhere in the darkness so you don't have to face her.

“Ugh, how old does she think we are?” Natalie hisses, you can feel her eyes on your face, even though you can't see much more than the outline of her body at the moment.

You say nothing, arms crossed over your chest and a frown covering your face, Nat tries again:

“I didn’t even want to come to this stupid party.”

“I get it,” you bite, just because you know her well enough to guess that she won’t stop complaining until she gets something out of you, “I get that you don’t want to be here, Natalie.”

She must finally realize how mad you are – mad at her – at the sound of her full name instead of the nickname that always seemed to be on the tip of your tongue, because you swear you can hear her teeth chattering when she shuts her mouth.

With a growl of frustration, you let your head hit the wall with a thud. Great, your night was already being shit, the last thing you needed was to end up playing 7 minutes in heaven with the person who was the cause of your bad mood. Simply amazing.

You see, Natalie had been acting weird for days now, randomly avoiding your company and acting like she didn't know you in the school hallways and being really rude to you during practice. Now, this might even be normal and acceptable behavior from the quiet blonde if you were anyone else, but you weren't. You are her girlfriend.

Are? Were? You don't know for sure anymore given the way she's been acting lately.

Maybe it wouldn't have made you so angry – confused? Yes. Sad? Definitely, but not angry like that – if it weren't for today, for the party.

You had planned to meet Nat at Lottie's party and corner her to finally make her explain what the hell is wrong, dammit, because one afternoon you're smoking with your girlfriend and friends quietly in the basement and the next she's throwing you daggers with her glance every time you open your mouth around her. Anyway, that's what you were going to do, until you found her in the Matthews' giant kitchen leaning against the counter with a cup of beer in her hand and Kevyn Tan practically throwing himself at her, keeping an arm full of spike bracelets wrapped around her shoulders and face with heavy makeup too close to hers to be considered friendly, drooling for Nat like he's always done since you've known about his existence.

Now that really pissed you off.

Who does that sad, emo, pitiful boy think he is to touch your girlfriend like that? And why is she letting him?

You think she could feel you fuming as you stared at them from the door, because the next second she lifted her head and looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights, as if she knew exactly that she was doing something she shouldn't have.

Screw it, you thought, if she'd rather act like you didn't matter anymore, then fine. You won't be standing just watching.

You turned around and only managed to disappear around the house for the next half hour before Taissa appeared with a tired frown and practically dragged you to where the group had gathered with an empty bottle, because Van and Jackie wanted to play something – 'If I'm in this, then you’re too!’ – and well, fuck.

You two have been completely quiet for almost a whole minute and that it's eating you alive; Nat has always handled silence well, you haven't.

Fidgeting with the hem of your own shirt angrily, you huff and give up on the tough act, the blonde straightens up when she hears your footsteps approaching her.

"What is happening?" Your voice comes out in a shamefully desperate tone, “Why are you acting like this with me? What did I do?"

You can see her now, being so close and now used to the dark; her fists are clenched, Natalie keeps her eyes fixed on your figure. For a moment, you think she's going to keep her cold facade and avoid your question with some sarcastic response, she most likely considered it, from the way her mouth opens and closes for a quick moment.

She turns her face to the side, trying to hide, but you can see the difference in tone in the paleness of her skin anyway. Oh, she's embarrassed.

“Nat?”

She mumbles something you don't understand, then your curiosity gives way to the anger and your hands find her face, turning it so Natalie is looking at you.

"What was this?" You ask again, softly this time.

“You called me your girlfriend.” She spits it out fast as if it were just a single sentence, rolling her eyes at your confused face, “You called me your girlfriend to everyone when we were smoking after practice last week.”

Oh, you remember that, when Jackie decided to lecture you all about the smell of smoke that lingered on her clothes after she and Shauna decided to tag along on one of your hangouts with Lottie, Van and Tai, turning up her nose and talking about how you all – and especially Nat – should stop with this habit. ‘Jackie, stop bothering my girlfriend!’, that’s what you said. Is that what made you spend a whole week grounded in the doghouse?

“...And isn’t that what we are?” You try, unsure. This conversation is not taking a very pleasant turn toward a reconciliation.

Nat bites hard her bottom lip, you can see her struggling with the next words:

“It’s just… no one was supposed to know.”

“Oh,” you mutter pathetically, sounding very much like a wounded puppy, “So that’s the problem.”

You're in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio. How ironic.

You can tell she regrets it the moment she says it, grabbing your hands in hers as you pull away.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I– I didn’t mean it like that.”

“How did you meant that then?” Your initial anger and frustration return with a vengeance, you move forward until Nat's back hits a shelf in the small room.

Natalie always does this. Avoid anything that labels your relationship as real; calling your dates ‘hangouts’, not touching you when there are people around, leaving your house before you wake up in the morning, avoiding kisses and caresses that don't initiate anything sexual, calling you ‘friend’ when you can see that the whole team knows this is not all you two are.

Still, – still – she always shows up at your house when she's upset; she doesn't like it when you miss your 'hangouts'; always stays close to you wherever you are together; gets mad when she sees you talking to other girls, even if they are nothing more than classmates; leaves marks all over your body, but doesn't let you do the same, spots and more spots all over your neck that are impossible to cover. People know that you're dating, they just don't know that you're dating Natalie.

And then she gets mad at you for finally putting a name to whatever this is and starts avoiding you completely, even though it's been months since it all started and you've known each other for years.

Nat gasps when your hands find her waist with a firm grip, bringing your lips closer to her ear:

“I’m gonna make you want me to be your girlfriend.”

You swear you feel the shiver that runs through her body. Nat smells like cigarettes and mint gum and it tastes the same when your mouth meets hers.

Her arms are around your neck before she's even processed what's happening, black painted nails playing with the hair on the back of your neck like it's second nature – and it is.

The way Natalie tilts her head to deepen the kiss and bites your lip hard when your hands come up to caress the skin under her shirt says your actions are much appreciated.

The husky, needy moan that escapes your throat when you realize she's braless, palming and massaging her soft skin brings a cocky smile to her face, she sighs, breaking the kiss and letting her head fall back against the shelf in satisfaction.

Nat doesn't moan, not like you do. She seems to want to hold back as much as possible, taking all kinds of reactions from you and your body, but not giving the pleasure of having the same from her. You want to change this.

You let your mouth roam from her strong jaw to her pale neck, leaving wet kisses, bites, and marks. Many marks. You bite the thin skin in different spots, soothing the bite with your tongue, hoping for the spots to form and stay there for days, for everyone to see.

You lazily slide a knee between her legs when you feel Natalie try to turn you around to take control. You usually let her do it, but not today. She squeals in surprise and pleasure, hips instantly grinding against you.

“Nah-ah, Nat,” you cut, bringing a hand down to slow the pace of her hips, “I guess you shouldn’t take anything today, or do you think I forgot about how much you paid attention to that little emo bastard earlier, huh?”

“You hate him that much, huh?” She tries to say in a mockery tone, wanting to turn the tables again, but it sounds pathetic as her voice breaks later in the last words.

“Yes,” you say easily, leaving a lingering kiss on her shoulder, finding her pulse point, “He was touching you. Touching my girlfriend.”

You bite down hard on the skin when Natalie turns her head to grant access and she moans, actually moans, fuck, you did it. A full sound, loud enough to make your pupils dilate until your irises almost disappear. This, this sound, you want to hear this forever.

It's been more than seven minutes, you think, or maybe our discussion was just really quick. You wonder if you would have time to take one of her breasts into your mouth, feeling the way she rolls her eyes and thrusts her hips against your thigh, now free from your hands, when you roll her nipples hard between your fingers.

She sighs as she receives another kiss from you, much softer now, more affectionate, feeling her hand tracing circles on your cheek.

A quick, loud knock on the door startles you both, making Nat jump and bang her head against one of the shelves behind her and knock something over, “Fuck!” She screams and you instinctively reach for her head to check for injuries.

You look at the source of the knock, it's definitely not Van calling, she would have opened the door at once just to laugh at your faces.

“Girls, time is over!” Jackie's voice sings on the other side.

“Ugh,” Natalie grunts, clearly frustrated at being interrupted so abruptly, she takes the opportunity to finally take a look at the closet as you head towards the door, “Is this some kind of pantry?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Rich people have so many random rooms scattered around their houses.”

There are loud whistles and jeers as you leave, half the football team gathered in the busy room and giving you knowing looks, you give Van the finger when she points out the traces of dark lipstick on your mouth.

“Were you guys actually going to fuck in there?” She teases, arching an eyebrow with a smirk.

You open your mouth to retort – probably with something stupid – but Natalie is quicker:

“Fuck off Van, stop bothering my girlfriend.”

Van gives up the provocation, raising her arms in surrender and Nat rolls her eyes as if she hadn't said anything important, but you're absolutely frozen, listening to your heart beating rapidly against your ears.

Natalie looks back when she notices you standing still and snorts in amusement at your reaction, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you with her.

“C’mon,” she says, “Let’s go, silly, I got something to do–”

“Move!” Jackie interrupts with an anxious tone, pushing you gently by the shoulder and bouncing on her heels, “It’s our turn.”

You catch a glimpse of Shauna standing shyly behind her like a shadow being dragged to the closet and Jeff sitting on the floor with the rest of his classmates with the most confused and defeated expression you've ever seen as Nat hurriedly guides you out.

When you're about to get into her car, Natalie surprises you, grabbing your waist with her cold hands and pressing you against the door, hungry eyes fixed on your form.

“I–” you stutter nervously, “I thought we were going home?”

Natalie nods.

“We are,” she agrees, “I just have to do you first.”

Well, maybe your night won't end as bad as you thought it would.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #nat yellowjackets #denwrites

[norrisleclercf1]

Could you come up with something around this subject? Fernando not wanting to celebrate his birthday because it means he on paper will be even older than his baby girl, and he might be a bit worried she will find someone younger😅

Happy birthday to Daddy Nando 😏

A/N: I love him, I really do he just screams Daddy ughhh

Warnings: Age gap, fluff

"What do you mean you don't want to celebrate your birthday?" Shocked as Fernando refuses to take the cake from the Aston Martin mechanics. "Fernando, take the damn cake." Lawerence gruffs, shoving the cake into his friends arm.

"Happy birthday old man." Lance teases patting Fernando on the shoulder, leaving with his father. "Nando, it was sweet of them. You should say thank you." You whisper, nudging him with your shoulder looking at the mechanics.

"Thank you, this really does mean a lot. Just, I don't celebrate my birthdays often. Thanks, for accepting me and making me a part of this team." Fernando smiles, before walking away leaving you to apologize for him. "Nado, wait." You call out rushing after him.

The rain having picked up, you groan covering yourself as best as you can. "Nando! Fernando!" You cry, chasing him in the rainstorm. Skidding to a stop, he turns and pulls you up into a dry area.

"What is wrong with you? It's your birthday and everyone did something very nice. Why are you acting like this?" Wiping water off your face, trying to hold onto your anger. It just smokes out, seeing Fernando's distressed face.

"I'm old." He mumbles, the sound of the rain hitting the metal roof drowns it out. "What did you say?" Making a noise in his throat he chuckles. "I'm old dammit! I'm old, a fucking old man. 42. That's how old I am did you know that?" Fernando spits, not from anger but...something else.

"I know how old you are Nando." The comment meant nothing to you, but to him, it's a sore topic. "Exactly." He breathes, dropping his head on your shoulder. Pulling you in, the sound of the rain dulls the steady beat off your heart. He hates it.

"I'm old, Y/n. Much older than you. I don't want to celebrate, because it just reminds me of our age difference. And..and how you might leave me one day for someone younger." Biting your lip, you try hard not to laugh at his stupid comment.

"Date a littel boy? I highly doubt it. I prefer my men older, they know how to handle me and how to please me. That's you Nando. No one, can change that." Lifting his head, he just blinks and you. "Made you run in the rain." He huffs hating when you get cold and wet.

"Well, how about we go somewhere private and you can show me just how old you think you are?" Grabbing your hand he kisses your wrist, right where the vein that leads right to your heart is. "What do you mean-" He stops, seeing your mischievous grin. "Oh? Oh." Dragging you back to the rain rushing to a better area.

Fernando definitely proved he wasn't old.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #formula one #f1 scenario #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso #fernando imagine #fernando alonso imagine #fernando alonso one shot #fernando alonso blurb #fernando blurb #f1 blurb #fernando alonso fluff #f1 fluff #f1 x you

[nonotnolan]

Roommate Rehab

The worst part about coming back to my apartment and seeing my roommate's detached head watching a movie on the couch? Knowing that it meant his body was making a mess somewhere else. My original plans to room with other guys in my major had fallen through, and I ended up stuck sharing a lease with Glenn, a warlock whose sole focus seemed to be working out and getting laid. There was always a thin layer of empty protein shake bottles and dirty dishes on the floor, all of his clothes were flung onto random surfaces in the living room, and the entire room smelled like a dank locker room.

"Dammit, Glenn!" I yelled, trying to be heard over the sound of Netflix. "Your body is making a mess in the kitchen again!"

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever, you know that I like to have me time in the evenings. My body is just taking a break from doing pushups, or something. You're gay, you like the eye candy."

I tried not to let his cheap jab bother me. "More like it's taking a break from jacking off," I muttered. At least it was wearing pants this time. Half the time Glenn's body was wiping its bare ass all over our countertops, rather than just dripping sweat everywhere.

Today, I was not going to be bothered. Today, I had a plan.

"You know, I heard something interesting from our new neighbor Allan," I said, casually slipping off my backpack. "It turns out he's a warlock too. And he mentioned that you should have a lot more control over your detached body than you told me."

Glenn didn't even bother to look over in my direction. "We've been over this, dweeb. I can't stop my body from taking off its clothes if it gets uncomfortable. I bet he's using a different spell or something."

I slowly made my way over to the kitchen, where his body was just lounging around. "Good question. He's right here, so why don't you ask him yourself?" I pulled Allan's head out of my backpack, taking care not to pull his hair too hard. "Or maybe I'll just put his head on your body."

"Don't you fucking dare!" he yelled, trying to scramble his body to its feet. It was too late, though. I lunged forward, placing Allan's head onto Glenn's neck. There was a flash of magic, and now it was Allan in control of Glenn's massive muscles. "You fucking thief! Don't you dare just leave me as a detached head!"

Allan picked up Glenn's head and set him down on the end table. "Calm down. It's selfish jerks like you who give warlocks a bad name. We'll get bored of punishing you... eventually." He sprawled across the couch, and started rubbing his new hands across his bulging abs. "I have to admit, controlling a body like this, I do kind of understand the appeal. I thought we'd give him back his body after a few hours, but maybe I'll keep it for a day or two."

Allan looked over at me with a shit-eating grin. "What do you think, neighbor? Want to help me break in my new body?"

"You know it!" I said, kneeling down to suck on Allan's new, rock hard nipples. "But we're staying out here on the couch. Glenn has been an absolute ass these past several months, and I want him to see everything that we do to his body. I want him to know that it all could have been avoided if he hadn't been such an asshole to me." Allan's fingers ran through my hair as my mouth started to wander down south toward his crotch.

Glenn's head started to scream so loudly that he tipped over sideways. "No! No! Don't you dare! Stop it! No!" He kept yelling as my hand slipped into Allan's waistband and pulled out his stiffening cock.

"Damn, son," Allan said, letting out a low whistle. "That's gotta be... what, seven inches? That settles it, I'm keeping this body for the weekend. Here, let me grab my own body from down the hall." I paused our makeout session to let Allan concentrate, and pretty soon the headless body of a bear let itself into our apartment.

"Absolutely not!" Glenn yelled, as Allan's original body started to slowly unbutton its shirt. "I'd rather stay headless than be stuck piloting that hairy sack of fat!"

Allan just shrugged, his smug grin getting even wider. "Suit yourself," he said, rubbing his chest while I stripped off my clothes. "We'll just have a threesome with my bodies while you watch."

"Hold that thought," I said, grabbing one of Glenn's stray socks from off the floor. Placing one hand on his forehead, I shoved the sock deep into his mouth to gag him. He coughed and sputtered, but the cheap cotton was starting to cling to the inside of his mouth. "I want him to watch, but I'd rather not have to listen to him spew insults."

Allan laughed as he watched Glenn's head trying and failing to spit out the makeshift gag. "Sounds good to me. This is your fantasy, bud, I'm just here to enjoy the ride. How do you want me?"

I paused, weighing pleasure and humiliation as I decided how to fuck my roommate's hot body. It helped that Allan's head was easy on the eyes, of course. "Let's start with a double spoon. Your old body penetrates your new ass, and your new cock penetrates my ass."

"You don't want to dump a load in your roommate's bubble butt?" Allan said, slapping it for emphasis.

"Oh, trust me, that ass is on my list," I said, returning his smile. "But if we've got the whole weekend, I figure I should pace myself."

#male body theft #male body magic #natural body magic #detachable head #detached #detachment #headless male #headless #male body transformation #gay male story

[cherriesformatt]

make you mine || matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you got insecure on a party so you take Matt home and show him he is yours

warnings: smut, insecure reader, p in v, after care

a/n: idk I do not know if I like it cant remember last time I did write smut also I did not proof read it yet. Kinda based on the request but I changed it up a little. ALSO REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN

🍒

I was having a conversation with some girl I just met. I did not remember her name and it was too loud for me to have a proper conversation anyways.

I nodded at whatever she said to me and told her I need to go to use a restroom which wasn’t necessarily true. I just wanted to find my boyfriend because I lost him in the crowd.

I was scanning the club with my eyes but the light and the music just weren't making it easy for me.

Tara invited us for that party and I was happy to be here but in the same time I just wish I was somewhere else. Like empty beach or my bed. I wasn't feeling myself lately and being surrounded by lots of girls in those little tops and dresses made me feel worst about myself even if I knew comparing myself to others was bad.

I just wish I could wear that and feel great in it. I was always more top and jeans girl over a dress.

I fixed my bag on my shoulder and squeezed myself into the crowd even more.

"Finally" I sighed when I saw the triplets talking to Colby and some other people far from the dance floor.

Of course.

"y/n! Long time no see" Colby brought me to a hug and I smiled a little and patted his back.

"Literally 24h!" I laughed and everyone did too.

"You're okay?" Matt placed his hand on my lower back and he gently stroked my bare skin.

"I'm great" I smiled at him and he did too and went back to a conversation he was having with Tara's cousin that we met on her dinner last night.

She was smiling at him and laughing at whatever he was saying but I couldn't hear. The only thing I was noticing is her hand stroking his arm sometimes and the way he just wasn't doing anything about it.

"If looks could kill, blondie would drop dead on the floor, kid" I heard Chris's voice from my other side and I looked at him.

"I do not know what are you talking about. I'm going to the bathroom" I exhaled rolling my eyes at him and just walked away.

I went into the bathroom and just washed my hands trying to calm myself down. I didn't want to be this jealous girlfriend. But today wasn't working out for me. I trusted Matt with all of my heart.

He looked so good tonight. His hair was perfect, he's eyes were shining from the lights and his god dammit rings. Don't get me started. I clenched my tights just thinking about his hands.

So of course there were other girls wanting what was already mine.

God, I just wanted to take him home and string him down.

I turned around and walked out of the bathroom and as the door were closing I was met with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

"Matt?" I I frowned looking at him.

"I asked if you're okay and you clearly wasn't... and you just walked away from us" He said.

"Oh I am sorry I didn't know I have to report every move to you" I said crossing my arms.

"Oh please, don't start that shit" He said and leaned on the wall.

"Maybe Tilly won't start anything go back talking to her" I said and started to walk away but he grabbed my arm and pulled my body to his.

"What are you trying to proof here?" He rested his hands on my sides and squeezed them lightly.

"You dropped your hand from my back but still didn't take her hand from your arm when she was stupidly laughing at whatever you said" I told him and he just shook his head at me.

"Y/n do not make a Taylor Swift moment from it, okay? I didn't even notice that because the only thing I could think of was your ass in those jeans, baby" He said and his hands wondered from my sides to my bum and he squeezed it.

"Take me home Matt, now" I told him and pushed on his chest to break free from his touch.

I walked to the exit and just hoped he would follow me.

Everyone is too drunk to think it is rude to leave without saying bye. And Chris and Nick can get an uber home, they are not babies.

I felt his hand on my back as he caught up with me and walked beside me without a word.

The car ride home was quiet. The only sounds were the music and my nervous breathing. He didn't say anything. I am pretty sure he thought I was still mad at him and he just didn't want to make it worse.

On the other hand I was nervous from the scenarios forming in my brain.

Matt underneath me, begging for my touch.

It made me nervous because I was usually the one under his control. But today I needed to show him that I can also be in control. I knew it would make my insecurities feel better.

When he parked the car in the garage of his house he looked at my eyes clearly wanting the answers.

I gently put my hand on his chest and grabbed him by his shirt to pull him closer. I rested my forehead on his and our lips were nearly touching.

"I wanna make you mine..." I said and put my other hand in the back of his neck.

"I am already yours..." He answered and connected our lips.

I broke from the kiss and exited the car.

"In your room, Matthew" I said looking deeply into his eyes.

He slowly licked his lips. To slowly, it made the heat building in my core nearly boil. He unbuckle himself and also exited the car.

He opened the door and let me in first. I took his hand in mine and walked into his room. As soon as he closed the doors behind us I turned around and pull him back into the kiss. My hands travel into his hair and pulled on them gently.

He hissed into my lips and I felt his hands traveled down my back. I pulled away from his lips and started to kiss down his throat. I gently bit his neck. I felt his hands squeezing my ass as I kissed his sweet spot and lightly sucked on it.

"Fuck...." he sighed and made me turned so my back hit the wall.

"No...Matt let me...let me be in control" I said and pushed on his chest lightly.

"Strip and lay on your back" I said firmly and he smiled a little.

"Yes ma'am" He said and I walked into his bathroom slightly relieved that he didn’t turn down my wish.

"I can do it" I whispered to myself while I was taking piece of satin from my rope.

I walked back into the room and seeing him laying on his back, just in his boxer made me bit the inside of my cheek.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I put the piece of material into my back pocket and took my shoes off.

I climbed on the bed and straddle him.

"What's in your pretty head today, baby?" He asked and I just leaned down to kiss him again.

Out tongues found each other as his hands traveled to take my top off but I took them in mine and rested them above his head. Not breaking a kiss I deftly tied his wrist together with the satin rope I had in the back of my jeans.

"Baby..." He breath out.

I only smiled at him shyly and started to kiss his neck again taking my time as I grazed my nails down his bare chest.

I could feel him getting hard so I gently palmed his clothed bulge through his boxers.

He exhaled deeply as I slid down his legs so my face was right in front of his crotch.

I looked at his face when I gently pulled down the only thing that was on the way.

He moaned when the cold air hit his dick as I took him in my hand and stoked him. I gently kissed his tip before I took him into my mouth.

He wanted to garb my hair but he couldn’t with his wrists being tied together so he growled and trusted his hips forward making me choke on his dick a little. I pulled out and looked at him.

“Do that again and I’ll stop” I said wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry… I won’t…” he said breathing heavily.

I took a breath in and wrapped my lips back around him and took what didn’t fit in my mouth in my hand.

I tried my best to make him feel good until I pulled back feeling that he was on the edge. I knew that from the way his dick twitched in my mouth.

“Fuck… why did you stop?” He moaned and tried to touch me but he couldn’t.

“Watch your words…” I told him.

“Because I want you to finish inside me while I ride you” I added as I stood up from the bed.

He looked at me with poor surprise as I stared taking my own clothes off.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women” He closed his eyes.

His chests rapidly going up and down as I climbed back on top of him. I didn’t even need for play for myself. Him being like this made me dripping down my legs.

I took him in my hand and lined myself with him.

I moaned as I lower myself on him. The feeling of him stretching me out made my eyes roll.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now…. You’re so hot” He’s shaky voice made me open my eyes.

My body stayed on top of him so I had a second to adjust. I started to move my hips when I was ready and I made both of us moan.

“Talk to me baby….fuck I wanna touch you so bad”He breathed out.

“You’re mine Matt… Only mine” I sad clenching around him just to make him crazy.

“Don’t do that if you want me to last….” He hissed.

“Of course I’m only yours…..never ever want to be anyone else’s but yours” He said looking at me.

I started moving faster to give us even more pleasure. My legs started to shake slightly and he felt that.

“Take this shit off I can’t take it anymore… I need to help you” He whined.

I leaned down to connect our lips and I untied his hands.

His hands found a way to my waist right away. He started to trusting his hips up holding me still. His name slipped from my mouth and my head dropped to his neck form the pleasure.

I pulled back to sit on him and he also brought himself up and his hand fixed my hair from my face.

“I love you’re you’re the most beautiful and amazing girl on this planet, you know that right?” He’s other hand travel between our bodies and he started rubbing circles on my clit.

“I asked you a question” he said and starting to trust his hips even harder.

“Fuck…Yes” I said.

I felt blissful. I knew I was close but from his movements I knew he was too.

“Matt… I’m going to… holy shit…” I cried out resting my forehead on his.

Our movement slowing down. It was killing me. It was slow but every time he was so deep that I felt him in my whole body.

“I love you” He said and made me look up at him.

“to the moon and back…” I finished and connected our lips as we made love.

“Come with me pretty girl… please” He said into my lips.

I came undone scratching his back. I felt him come inside me and I moan.

He gently pulled out and I didn’t want to be far from him so before he could lay me down I just wrapped myself around him.

“Oh… what’s that for?” He laughed and hugged me back and kissed my shoulder few times.

“I’m sorry for how I was behaving… I was feeling pretty insecure and I let it into my head too much” I whispered.

“Oh honey…” he said and rubbed my back.

“That’s why you wanted to be in control?” He asked.

“Yes… but half way through I was like fuck i don’t even know if I like it so thanks god you got so desperate and wanted me to untie you” I laughed.

“Baby… I know it’s hard sometimes but I need you to know that you’re so beautiful and smart and just my favorite human on this planet” he made me move away a little so he could looked at me.

He kissed my nose and I smiled.

“I love you Matt, thank you” I said.

“You don’t have to thank me… it’s the truth. And u liked you being in control…We could do that again sometimes…Now.. let’s get you clean…” He smiled at me and helped me stand up.

It made me feel good that he said he liked it. Because I was really unsure about what I was doing but seeing him and now hearing that he liked it have me a lot of confidence back.

He cleaned us both, made sure I pee and he removed my make up too. We took a quick shower and brushed our teeth together. As we did we heard Chris and Nick walking into the house.

I smiled because that means I could fall asleep without worrying about them.

“Good night love…” he kissed my head.

We were already in bed in our pj’s on, my head on his chest and one of my legs in between his. I just needed him extra close tonight.

“Good night” I whispered.

“Remember that you can always talk to me about how you feel…” He reassured me once again.

I smiled.

“I know Matty… I know” I said as I was almost out.

Next to him I felt like I could everything and he made me feel beautiful and wanted. He was my escape, my everything. And he was all mine.

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut

[gemini-sensei]

Baby | Hawk Moskowitz x Teen Mom!Reader, Part 2

Ft. Johnny Lawrence ● Part One ●

Tagged: @devilslittlebabyxx, @imjustme-n

A/N: here it is. I did this instead of filming myself giving a speech so yeah. Might do a part 3 if people wanna see that. lmk ok bye <3

The next time Hawk came to training, it was oddly quiet. His friends were acting weird and his senseis were tense. Though it wasn't unusual for Mr. LaRusso to glare at the back of Sensei Lawrence's head, Hawk knew that his friends were being strange. They were giving each other looks and whispering to each other. At one point he was sure he heard Demetri seething at Robby about how "your dad has gotten into your head!"

For the most part, Hawk ignored them. He had too much on his mind to pay attention to their weird antics anyway. Besides, his birthday was coming up, so he brushed it off as something having to do with that.

His mind was occupied with thoughts of his girlfriend. He'd been helping her much more lately now that she had finally moved into her own place with her baby daughter. He'd helped her stock the fridge and pantry, watched her daughter while she showered and got ready in the morning, and helped her unpack her new place. It was a lot to adjust to and he didn't like that she was trying to do it all on her own, so he was there. She didn't have to do it alone anymore.

Part of him was still amazed by her strength and determination; it wasn't easy being a single, young mom to an infant, especially in today's economy. And her daughter, who was the most adorable baby ever, was still struggling to sleep through the night now that they had moved. He stayed the night to help out because to be so strong, Mama needed her rest too. Plus, he wanted to be there for her because he loved her so much. He also loved her daughter.

As they finished up their round of drills, he took a seat and drank some water. Their next course of action would be sparring and then he could go to Reader's apartment to spend the evening with her.

It was at this time he noticed his friends flocked together, whispering again. The more they did it, the more he didn't like it. However, before anything could be said or done, his phone rang.

It was Reader. Her caller ID popped up, a picture of her and her baby showing up and making him smile.

He answered immediately. "Hey, babe."

"Eli," her worried voice came through the phone and he was put on high alert. "My car won't start. I need you to come jump-start it, please."

If he had been holding anything else, he would have literally dropped it and left. He was on his feet in a flash and grabbing his bag. "Okay, don't worry, I'm on my way."

He didn't notice the way his friends and senseis were looking at him. How they made note of his sudden desire to leave. They weren't his concern though.

"Oh my gosh, thank you," Reader said. He heard the relief in her voice and it helped him, but she was still stranded somewhere. Then she started talking to her baby, who was likely on her hip. "You hear that, baby girl? Eli's gonna come help us."

At hearing his name, Reader's daughter squealed and clapped her hands. She loved him and knew him by name already, always excited when she heard he was coming over. It melted his heart.

"Where are you two?"

"Doctor's office," Reader said. "No one has any jumper cables, can you believe that?"

"Well, no one has as old a car as you do," he lightly joked.

She gasped playfully. "Old Reliable isn't that old."

He hummed. "Yeah, that's what you said last time when you told me that was your mom's car in high school, and yet here we are."

He dug through his duffle bag for his keys.

"I'll be there soon, okay?"

He heard her smile as she spoke. "Okay. Love you. Mwah!"

"Mwah!" her daughter did in the background.

"Love you, too," Hawk said and hung up the phone. He slipped it into his pocket, still looking for his keys. "Dammit, where'd they go?"

Mr. LaRusso walked up to him curiously. "Something wrong, Hawk?"

He looked up, a little apprehensive to share. "Uh, yeah. I gotta go. Now if only I could find my keys."

"Everything okay? Anything we can help you with?" Sam asked as she walked over. She looked all too curious for his liking and he cursed the LaRussos for being so kind and helpful because it made them snoop into everyone else's business.

"No, I don't need any help," he said, throwing his bag down to look inside of it. However, instead of anything helpful happening, it turned over and his change of clothes fell out with several other items.

Including Baby Girl's rattle.

It rolled across the patio loudly.

"I knew it!" Sensei Lawrence shouted.

Daniel turned to the man, who was pointing an accusatory finger at Hawk. "Johnny, please!"

"No, man, I was right!" He looked so smug and Hawk was so confused. "Now you have to admit that I was right, LaRusso."

"I can't believe this," Miguel said. Demetri was standing beside him with a look of disbelief. "How could you not tell us?"

"What are you talking about?" Hawk asked, grabbing the rattle and tossing it back into his bag. Reader's daughter loved throwing her toys into his bags, probably a ploy to make him have to come over and return them. At the bottom of the bag, he found his keys. "Aha."

"We're talking your baby," Sam said, using that tone that said 'obviously.'

Robby added, "And the girlfriend you didn't tell us about. At all."

Hawk turned to look at them with a furrowed brow, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and collected his thoughts. "Okay, I think I know the problem all of you have had all day now." He looked at his friends and senseis with a slightly annoyed look but tried to keep a level head. "Yes, I have a girlfriend I didn't tell you about. I didn't tell you about her because she has a baby. Not my baby but I do help take care of her when Reader gets overwhelmed."

Johnny visibly deflated at this news. Then he stupidly asked, "You sure it's not your kid?"

"I met her after she had her daughter," Hawk nearly shouted. She grabbed his bag, held onto his keys tightly, and huffed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go jump-start Reader's car. Ask me all your questions later and let me go."

He walked to the front of Miyagi-Do without another word, leaving his closest friends, his other teammates, and Sensei Lawrence in a stupor. Then Miguel and Demetri shared a smile.

"I knew he wouldn't keep something like that from us," Miguel said.

Johnny looked at them. "Oh yeah? Then why didn't he tell us to begin with?"

Tory groaned. "Oh my god. You're all big idiots, letting something like this blind you to the truth. He didn't tell us because that's none of his business to tell! Grow a brain why don't you."

#teen mom reader #domestic blurb #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz imagine #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #johnny lawrence #gemini sensei

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Bruce Wayne's kids rarely visit him in the office at Wayne Enterprises. except: when they need him for something very important that it couldn't wait to be discussed at home, or when they surprise him for a special occasion.

so he gets a little suspicious when his kids show themselves to the office, popping by to the boardroom's door, either waving at the distance, or offering him a smile, just to let him know they're present in the building. Father's Day is still due for a couple of months and so is his birthday. so why?

when Bruce goes to his office room, there's a cake being held by Dick. Bruce doesn't miss the nervous smiles the kids have on their faces, and the fidgeting and whispering between siblings.

Dick: Just a little cake for you, B.

Cass, signs: Hope you like it.

and how can Bruce not be in awe at that?

his suspicion fades once he enjoys the cake with his kids.

but it strikes back when he enters an oddly quiet Wayne Manor. the kids nowhere to be seen as he checks a few of the rooms. when he goes down to the batcave, he finds an explanation as to why the kids have visited him in a random day at the office.

(the batcomputer's screen is shattered!!!)

somewhere in the Manor, Bruce's kids all hide in Dick's room, like tiny ants crouched on the floor, with a table and a few chairs blocking the door, as if that would help when Bruce goes Batman mode. not to mention the large windows.

Dick: He's here, he's here!

Jason: Fuck, fuck. Why did I choose today to visit the Manor?

Steph: We should have found ways to repair it.

Damian: That would be impossible given the hours we have.

Duke: We should have gotten a new one, or something.

Tim: We should have snuck in at Wayne Enterprises to get the equipment we need. Instead of the surprise plan.

Cass, signs: At least B was happy about that.

they all hold their breaths, when they hear the Grandfather clock chime.

Damian: This is ridiculous. We should have ran off.

Steph: For goodness sake! Someone start ideas to build a secret safe house somewhere for our sanity.

Tim: Good suggestion, Steph. I'll keep that in mind.

Duke: Speaking of suggestion, whose suggestion was it to play soccer at the cave in the first place?

Dick: Clearly none of us are sports material.

Cass points at Jason, remembering it was his idea.

Jason: I-Fuck. It was easier for us to go to patrol after we played. Plus, it's not my fucking fault the screen shattered.

Tim: It's still on us, cus everyone was present.

Steph: Clearly, none of us are going patrol now.

Duke: It's still my first few months, but now I'm benched.

Damian: Father is gonna cut off our heads.

Tim: He's gonna display our heads in the cases, instead of our suits-

Jason: Fucking not helping, Timbers!

Dick: Shush now. We should start strategizing.

Steph: No. We should start digging our graves.

Damian: Next to Todd's.

Jason: Shut up, brat.

Tim: I should have gone to the office. Fucking finals.

Duke: Dick, you're the eldest, please tell us what to do.

even Cass, signs: Please.

Dick, sighs: Maybe we should go out and apologize. I'm sure he'll understand. We have broken a lot of things in this house for years now.

Jason: Yeah, but never the batcomputer.

Dick: Dammit.

Cass, signs: Wait, stop talking.

and everyone stopped talking.

Duke: I don't hear B.

Steph: Is this a good sign?

Jason: Maybe he's off to patrol.

Damian: Father would not let an issue like this slide without lecturing us.

Dick: Come on. It's time for patrol anyways. We have to apologize.

together, they all exit the room, watch every corner and silently go down to the Batcave.

and alas, the batcomputer's screen has already been fixed. good as new.

Jason: What the fuck.

Steph: Wow.

Duke: Bruce works fast.

before anyone else could add a comment, Bruce clears his throat behind his kids, already suited up for patrol, which makes them jump except for Cass and Damian. they all wait for the lecturing.

Batman: Why is no one else ready?

Tim begins to speak, but Damian cuts him off: Right away, Father.

Dick, claps his hands together: Let's go, everyone.

and they scurry off to their lockers.

Batman shakes his head with a light smile on his lips, turning the batcomputer on, and starts to dig on the latest case in Gotham.

Kids.

#quite a long one but it's fun to write #dc quotes #dc incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #batfamily incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfamily #batkids #batdad #batman #bruce wayne adores his kids #he's not even upset #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #stephanie brown #dc comics

[thekatebridgerton]

More humorous takes about the Bridgerton brothers that make me laugh is that I cannot stress enough, how much I love their 'unhinged for wife' energy. Because it's just so funny

Anthony, like, you can see it, he's not even trying to hide it, he can and will be a meanie to his nemesis Kate who he also happens to love more than life itself, and to everyone if they don't fall in line. that's his whole mojo. People meet him and know at first glance that Anthony Bridgerton will not hesitate to use a gun if the occasion calls for it, because he outright intimidates people into submission. So good luck trying to mess with him or with his wife. He will end you. Have you seen him play against his wife in Pall Mall. He loves her, but he will not lose to this woman! She will one day respect him!. He's the boss of the house dammit (he's not, it's Kate, but she lets him think he is)

Colin is my favorite. because he looks nice and he looks friendly, and he would totally sink to the deepest of the low to have Penelope the moment he kissed her. This man is absolutely as unhinged as Anthony possibly more so, and he hides it so well, that everyone thinks he's the most charming brother. In fact the only person who knows how crazy Colin really is, has to be Penelope. Colin can talk his way out of anything (even a murder sentence. Do you ever wonder why nobody has ever sued Penelope for defamation? Because I sure don't), he's a people person. It's maddening, I want to convince people that Colin is the worst of the worst, and people are still like 'but he looks like such a harmless guy, just look at him eat that eclair' yeah! I know! that's how he got to Penelope! he was all cute, pretending to be nice and by the time she discovered he was the devil in disguise, he already had blackmail material on her!!. Men like Colin scare me, because I know he's bats*t but I just can't prove it.

Benedict and Gregory are just the same version of unhinged, just in a different font. Because they actually believed themselves to be the sane ones and then they met their true loves and you see that sanity? it went out the window.

Benedict used to think he was such a gentleman, who respected ladies and would never dishonor one, and guess what kind of obsessive idiot he turned into the moment Sophie said 'no' to his seduction tactics, be my mistress this, be my mistress that, Sophie ( and I) just knows Benedict's thought process alone should be landing him in jail instead of her, but he gets away with it, because apparently annoying her to death doesn't actually count as a crime. And the thing is, that she's the only one who triggers the crazy in Benedict, he's perfectly sane with everyone else, but it's her and only her who has him going all naked swimming in the lake, and obsessive paintings of her face plastered on all his sketchbooks (and his home, actually I'm pretty sure Benedict has a secret Lady in Silver shrine somewhere in My Cottage, that he took down before Sophie could find out about it) , not to mention his whole 'F society if I can't f Sophie' love at first sight excuse that somehow everyone swallows without questioning how crazy Benedict actually is.

And then he had to go teach that to Gregory! And Gregory was such a sweetheart, I actually thought he was going to make it to half of his book without going unhinged and then Lucy tells him the name of her fiancee and he goes ' wait, I know the guy, he's super gay, I can't let you marry him... ' my brother in the force what is your problem! Leave the girl alone. She's your friend, stop stalking her, she's got her own problems to deal with!! Lucy did nothing to deserve how Gregory randomly went from nice guy she was super supportive of in the courtship of her best friend, to kinda obsessive dude who won't leave her alone and wants to ruin her arranged marriage (let's ignore that said arranged marriage needed to be ruined and it might as well be by him). Guy was a green flag for Hermione but the moment he began fixating on Lucy, homegirl kinda saw the light and was like ' he's crazy, yup, totally mad.. about me sure, but this guy... He's never been told no in his life and it shows, it shows for miles'

And I just laugh so hard because people look at Anthony's fed up face and somehow think that he's the worst to fear in in the Bridgerton family. But nobody knows just how crazy his brothers are, except their wives. At this point Anthony's resting B face has to be some sort of defense mechanism because he had to grow up with Benedict and Colin while trying to raise Gregory. He may look intimidating but he's actually a reasonable man if you think about it. But his brothers, those three are just hiding their unhinged for wife energy a lot better. And you just don't want to know what kinda chaotic crazy thing they're capable of doing if they think it would impress Penelope, Sophie and Lucy

And that's the tea.

#Anthony Bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #polin #Kanthony #benophie #grucy #Anthony Bridgerton defense squad

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Came across a TikTok of a Scottish man trying to say "burglary" and failing so many times before he gets it and I needed to share cause all I can think of is getting annoyed with Soap's teasing and mouthing off "yeah? Well say burglary" and he gets so worked up because it takes forever to get it right

Oh my god he’d be so pissed. This kind of got out of hand but hope you enjoy this little Soap fic.

Say Burglary

Pairing: Soap x Reader

“Soap, I swear to god if you don’t somewhere else, I’m going to punch you,” you huffed as you went about the process of putting your weapons away in the armory.

"Just having fun, geez." He sighed as he poked you on the cheek.

The most recent mission had been a success. The intel that was needed had been recovered in a quick and timely manner, making it so you didn't have to stay out in the field for very long. Normally, that would've been a good thing since it meant everyone was on their A-game but right now you wished getting the intel had taken an entire month.

Soap was unbearably full of energy. Usually when he got antsy like this, it was taken out on the field, the labor intensive job making it so he rarely had left over energy when you got back. However, since the mission had been finished so quick, his body was still so full of energy he had nothing to do to get it out.

At least, that was his excuse.

He easily could go into the training room to get rid of it, but he was too busy bothering you to do that.

"Soap." You warned him with a quick glare but he just sighed.

"I'm sorry. There's just nothin' to do and you're right here in front of me." He explained and though he looked like he was distressed by the fact that he was bored out of his mind, you could hear the smugness in his voice.

It made you narrow your eyes at him. You often played into these moments with him, but right now you just wanted to get through your routine of coming back on base before that.

A thought popped into your head as you watched him mess with the strings of you jacket. If he was really that bored, then you had something for him to do. It was something you had seen somewhere on one of the social apps you had on your phone that you rarely ever got on.

"Okay, I got something for you." You said in a low voice that made him freeze but he looked at you intently.

"Yeah? What's that, bonnie?" He had a small smirk on his face as he wrapped one of the strong around his finger.

"Say burglary."

Soap's eyebrows knitted together as he stared at you with confusion. He let go of your strings when he saw that you were being serious and placed his hands on his hips.

"Okay..." He began. "Buglur."

The moment the word left his mouth, he was shocked at how his mouth betrayed him yet you had to bite back a smile. You weren't sure if his Scottish accent would actually make it that hard for him to say but judging by his botched pronunciation you were wrong.

"Burglered." He tried again and you watched his face fall to a scowl.

"Close." You smiled and he sent you a quick look.

"Burgulaluray."

This time you couldn't hold back the giggle that fell out of your mouth and he huffed. He sent you another annoyed look as he tried again and again, messing up the pronunciation each time and every time he did, the more annoyed he got.

It didn't help that you were watching him struggled with amusement, your eyes twinkling with mischief that he would have otherwise loved to see. Right now though, he was close to storming out of the room because he was getting so worked up over it.

"Soap, you don't have to say it." You said and he groaned.

"Yes, I do!" He was determined to say it now, to prove that he actually could say the word right. "Burgulaluray!"

"You keep saying it wrong!"

"Dammit!"

You were laughing now and it was hard to stop, even when he told you too. It wasn't that you enjoyed seeing him struggle, it was the fact that he was getting extremely worked up saying a word that you didn't even say on the regular. At the point, he was just harming himself more and it would've been sad to see if it weren't so funny.

"I'm gonna get you for this." Soap threatened but you just scoffed with the shake of your head.

"Sure." You walked out of the armory with him continuing to say the word behind you. "Come back to me when you can say 'burglary'."

"You're evil."

You playfully rolled your eyes and listened to him continue say it the entire time you were making your way to the common area. You were hoping that someone else was in there, specifically Ghost so the two of you could see this mess unfold.

You opened the door to the common area and luckily Ghost was in there, and he was the only person. He was getting something out of the fridge when you both entered.

"Burglary!" Soap yelled and you watched him huff angrily.

"Oh, you got it." You said with disappointment which made him glare at you.

"You witch! You did that just to make me mad."

"Witch is uncalled for."

Ghost stood by the fridge watching you both with confusion. He held the water bottle from the fridge in his hands as he watched you both argue, finding that it wad more enjoyable then going to his room at the moment. He didn't say anything as Soap crossed his arms and pouted like a child.

"Okay, now say squirrel."

"No!"

A/N: This was random and probably dumb but it was also fun lol

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #cod soap #cod imagine #soap x you #soap modern warfare #johnny soap mactavish

[wardenparker]

Alright, I have come out of the woodwork and I will now be A Nuisance. For your microfic celebration, please give me whoever you think will be the funniest with the prompt "I'm not getting you coffee, your order is ridiculous". You are my queen and I would die for you immediately upon request thank you for existing 😘

I know this prompt is very, very old, but let's have some fun with it! Co-written with the lovely and talented @absurdthirst.

Dieter Bravo. 1,173 words. "I'm not getting you coffee, your order is ridiculous." (Warnings: cursing, flirting, mention of drugs)

"There are a couple of things where I draw the line." Just because you had been assigned to be Dieter Bravo's assistant on set for this film did not mean you were going to make yourself a laughing stock for the Oscar winner. You're a professional and you have your dignity, dammit. That's why you're standing in his trailer having this conversation right now.

Dieter narrows his eyes in confusion and looks around. "It's a drink order, right?" He asks. "I didn't ask you to pick up my blow or order a hooker." He pauses, "unless you know some?" He waits for to you huff at him and shakes his head. "Never mind." He pouts. "It's just a coffee. A coffee I need." He groans. "I'm fucking hungover."

"I'm not getting you coffee, your order is ridiculous." Looking down at the sheet of allegedly useful facts about the star, you read off the insane, often contradictory order listed there. "Venti, half-caf, triple-shot, soy, no foam, extra whip, extra hot, upside-down, caramel drizzle, with seven pumps of caramel syrup and seven pumps of mocha syrup, double-blended Frappuccino." You heave a heavy sigh and look back up at him. "It's literally impossible, that order. You know that, right?"

Dieter gives you a skeptical look. "I order it all the time, what do you mean impossible?" He snorts, pushing up off the small sofa that is provided in his trailer and moves over to the trash can. "Where the fuck is it?"

"You can't order an extra-hot Frappuccino. Frappuccinos are frozen." Still, you are obligated to try to help this man, and you purse your lips watching him root around. "What are you looking for?"

"My cup." He looks behind him, shooting you a glare and then pulls out a wet wad of paper towel and tosses it on the floor. "From yesterday. Before the studio sent me a defective assistant."

"It was down to melted ice, so I threw it out." It's flat out annoying to find him hot when he growling at you like a pestered puppy, but facts are facts. "Make this order make sense, and I'll get you one four times a day with no complaint."

"It was on the cuuuuuuup." He whines, throwing out a paper bag that probably held the sushi he had ordered yesterday when he suddenly had a craving and insisted his character loved tuna rolls. "Where is it?"

"I have the order right here." Again, you hold up your clipboard to show him the sheet of neatly organized information about himself that his regular assistant had sent over to the production company. Why she wasn't here, you don't know. "But you can't have a drink that's both frozen and hot, so it makes no sense."

"Can you just order my drink?" He huffs, whirling back around when he reaches the bottom of the can and there isn't that cup in there. You must have thrown it away somewhere else, which irritates him.

"Do you want it hot or frozen?" This absolute nonsense needs to be taken care of right now, otherwise this entire shoot is going to be as ridiculous as this moment.

"I want an extra hot Frappacino." He throws his hands up. "What is so hard about this?" He demands, looking at you like you are a complete idiot. This movie is a piece of shit, so it's fitting they hired the same caliber of people to work on it that they did to write it.

You're starting to actually question whether or not you know anything about Starbucks coffees in the first place or if you've just gone around on this so many times that you're actually starting to go a little mad. "You're getting a frozen drink." You decide, putting a stop to all of this craziness before your head starts to spin.

"Extra hot." Dieter nods, looking almost happy that you have decided to get his drink. He turns back to the table to grab his script. "Now I can learn these shitty lines once I have my coffee." He flips open the page and squints so he can try to read the small font. He needs glasses, but his vanity wouldn't allow that.

Groaning to yourself, you turn on your heel and open the trailer door again, cursing your stupid ass decision to ever become an on set assistant in the first place. "No," you mumble once you're out of earshot. "A Frappuccino is frozen, not hot."

Why do the hot ones always have to be completely off their rockers?

There is a certain routine that Dieter goes through when preparing for a role. He loves to find the character's voice. Repeating the lines in different cadences and tones, throwing his pitch until he feels that it reflects the character's personality. "How do you do it?" He warbles, sounding a little like Christopher Walken as he runs through the lines and huffs as he finds it too pitchy and waves his hand around again. "How do you do it?" He growls slightly, dropping his tone and making his voice more gravelly.

When you come back twenty minutes later from the Starbucks on the lot, it is after a world of conferencing with the very sweet barista who apparently made his convoluted as fuck order yesterday before the other on set assistant refused to work with him anymore. The girl had laughed, told you she steamed the milk for the drink to aerate it before putting everything in the blender, and just shrugged. 'Movie stars' she had intoned like it excused everything at all. "Coffee is here." You announce in your most neutral tone possible, while Dieter is prancing around his trailer talking to himself in as many different voices as he can muster.

"Oh thank God." The script is practically tossed over his shoulder as Dieter rushes forward to take the drink, straw already in it and immediately taking a large sip. Groaning as he swallows several mouthfuls before he sighs. "Perfect." He praises, eyeing you with a new found respect since you had gotten his order right. Coffee was life and now you are the bringer of life to him. Dieter tilts his head, finding it rather sexy when you roll your eyes. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

There needs to be a girl version of the saying 'Never stick your dick in crazy', because for just a split second, you actually consider it. Instead, shaking off the haze, you swallow down the impulse answer and pierce him with your most withering expression. "If you behave yourself, I'll think about it," you bargain, wondering if what you've heard about him being completely submissive is true.

"Amazing." Dieter practically beams at you, his cock twitching in his baggy sweats and he takes another sip of his venti, half-caf, triple-shot, soy, no foam, extra whip, extra hot, upside-down, caramel drizzle, with seven pumps of caramel syrup and seven pumps of mocha syrup, double-blended Frappuccino. "I'll be a good boy." He promises, content with his coffee and now daydreaming of having sex with you.

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My Best Luck

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Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader.

Genre: Blind date AU, fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, jealous Felix.

Word Count: 4,308

Summary: Changbin trying to play cupid between two of his friends. Both of them hating the idea, both of them ending up liking it.

"Changbin, god dammit!" you yelped, feeling yourself tripping on something.

"You're fine, I swear! Don't you trust me?" he chuckled, his hand still clinging on your arm so he could guide you properly.

"Yes, but I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't." you said dramatically.

It was in the morning when Changbin demanded you show up at the usual park you two hang out. When you had arrived, he took you by surprise with a headband to cover your eyes before leading you somewhere. No matter how many questions you asked, he hushed you immediately. The blindfold was stressing the shit out of you and, frankly, you did not trust your friend with guiding you. Either you were going to fall in a pond or meet face with a tree.

"Ahh!" you screamed as you felt yourself slip.

"Changbin, the fuck?" you heard someone else speak.

On cue, Changbin removed your blindfold. You needed time to adjust to the light, but once you did, you easily spotted the man standing in front of you. You recognized him from your friends suggestions on Facebook, but you had never met him, well, until now.

"Uh, hi?" you waved awkwardly at the boy, who did the same before he sent a glare at your friend.

"I thought you wanted to hang out downtown." he deadpanned at him.

"And I thought we were going to walk around the park and feed the ducks." you snorted.

Changbin sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "See? This is exactly why I believe you are perfect for each other."

You choked on your own saliva. What was he saying? Thinking back, you did remember the moment you mentioned to Changbin you wanted someone around to cuddle and kiss, but you were far from being serious. You were only a bit in need of physical attention, that's all. A bit... or a lot.

"What are you saying?" the boy spoke your thoughts.

"Surprise! I matched you two for a blind date!" he exclaimed proudly, though the reactions were poor.

"Thanks, but no thanks." you said, turning on your heels to leave.

However, Changbin wasn't going to let you go that easily. He grabbed you by the arm and brought you back in front of this stranger. You would admit he did pick a man looking close to your ideal type, but that didn't mean you were actually going to trust him with your love life.

"My dear Y/N, may I present you my good friend from work, Felix." he gestured the man, who simply forced a grin. "And Lix, this is my friend Y/N."

You rolled your eyes at how ridiculous this was. "You're acting as if we are elementary students who are learning how to make friends."

Felix let out a laugh, but quickly stopped when Changbin kicked him with his leg.

"I'm trying to avoid the awkward small talk." he said in defense, but Felix shook his head in disapproval.

"You're making this awkward."

With a huff, he raised his hands up in defeat. "Alright, then I shall leave the two of you alone. But no escaping! I'll be watching you." he glared at you especially.

As Changbin walked away further, you found yourself standing in the middle of the park with a pure stranger. Reassuring, really. Neither of you said a word for a while, uneasy at the turn of events. You were definitely going to kill Changbin for pulling one like this on you.

"Y/N, right?" Felix broke the weird ambiance.

"Yeah. Sorry about Changbin, by the way." you chuckled. "I didn't think he was going to actually set me up on a date when I asked."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "You're the one behind this?"

"Oh gosh, no!" you denied right away. "I just haven't been in a relationship for a long time."

He let out a little laugh before he came closer to you. You could see him even better, and it was no secret he was extremely good-looking. It was a miracle he was still single when looking like this, you almost didn't believe it.

"He's still stalking us." he pointed behind you for you to see, but you didn't turn around.

"Let's just give him the satisfaction, shall we? Plus, I think you can't be much of a bad company." you shrugged.

"You seem nice, too." he returned the compliment. "Alright, then. Did you have something in mind?"

You thought for a bit, when an idea suddenly popped. "Since I was expecting to be feeding ducks and you wanted to go downtown, we could mix both of these activities together."

"That's a good compromise. Okay, show me the duckies!" he chuckled.

He came next to you and linked your arms together. You didn't mind at all, and led him to the pond nearby. There, a small group of birds were already playing in the water, some of them fighting and others diving. You took notice of the baby ducklings waddling around and melted at the sight. One of your many weaknesses was your love for birds.

"Uh, I never noticed that birds can actually be cute." Felix said, observing attentively the ducks.

You were glad he was, at least, not mocking your weird obsession. Reassured on that aspect, you dragged him to a small stand where a man you grew to know as Jisung sold seeds. He was working part-time for the city, mostly at this particular park.

"Coming to see the babies?" he said as soon as you came up to him.

"You know me." you laughed. "Two bags, please?"

He pulled out two bags full of bird food, and watched you and your friend curiously. "Who's your friend?"

"Ah, Ji, this is Felix! He's Changbin's coworker."

"Nice to meet you." the boy in question bowed, and Jisung jumped in surprise.

"Damn, man! Your voice is something!"

Felix wasn't sure if this was a compliment, but he thanked Jisung nonetheless. The latter wished you to have fun as you paid for the treats. You ran close to the water and the birds seemed to recognize you instantly. You crouched down as you cooed at them, taking a small amount of seeds in your hand to give them. Felix hesitantly copied your actions. He was a bit jumpy at first since it was his first time feeding ducks, but he rapidly got used to it. The animals quacked from time to time, splashed water on you as they shook it off from their feathers, and even let you pet the back of their heads.

"Looks like you do this often." Felix spoke after you had been sitting for a while.

"My mother taught me about birds. They are extremely intelligent, unlike what people might think. I find it fascinating that they have the ability to fly. Well, most of them."

"I was always more a cat and dog person. I might start to look into birds more, now." he smiled as a duckling came to him, jumping around.

"Actually." you started, and then began to observe him closely. He backed away slightly, unsure about what you were doing.

"Actually, what?" he said in confusion.

"You kind of look like a baby chick. Or a cat. It depends on the angle."

Felix's brain stopped working for a moment before he exploded in laughter. "This might be the first time I am compared to a bird. I'll take it, thank you."

For an unexpected date you originally didn't want to take part in, it was oddly nice. Felix was easy to talk with. Most importantly, he didn't judge you for your weird antics.

After a while, you were starting to get hungry, so you left the ducks with the rest of the food before heading to the city. Since the both of you came using public transport, you hopped onto a bus. Felix had some restaurants in mind he wanted to show you, so you followed his lead. The ride was a bit long, so you looked around to pass time. You soon noticed a curly headed man, wearing a mask and a similar outfit to the one your friend wore earlier.

"Changbin's here." you mumbled into Felix's ear.

He glanced up and saw him too. "He's taking this a bit too seriously." he laughed. "Don't mind him. We're just two people getting along."

It did help you. Changbin's presence seemed to be bothering more than it should, but Felix made it seem as if he wasn't there watching your every move.

You finally reached a street full of shops and restaurants. Felix dragged you to a cute pizza place, and you decided to share one together. You got comfortable at a table close to the window so you could watch the city. People were walking, running, some of them had dogs with them, and others were laughing with friends. It felt nice to go out, in contrary of your usual lazy self who stayed inside playing games.

"What's your favourite food?" Felix said, drifting your attention back to him.

"I'm not picky, I can eat everything." you happily answered before taking a bite of your pizza piece. "How about you?"

"Hmm... that's a hard one. I'd say same, but I do like chicken a lot."

"I agree, it's so good."

"Right? And plus, chicken has meat in it!"

You paused for a second, trying to process what he had just said. Was he joking or was he being serious? From his expression, he did seem to be very serious. It took everything in you to not laugh at him, though you found it quite adorable.

"Yeah, chicken is good." you ended up saying, containing a smile.

When it was time to leave, Felix insisted on paying. The both of you fought over the bill, but you eventually gave up when he brought up the fact you paid for the duck food. You left the restaurant to go explore the other stores around. You shopped for some clothes, since spring was going to end soon and you wanted nice clothes for summer. While you picked some piece of clothing here and there, Felix was rummaging through the shirts and jackets. The items he picked were exactly the kind you would recommend to someone. He had good taste. And he looked good in it. The leather jacket he ended up choosing was looking too good on him, you had to stop yourself from fangirling.

"I like that top." he pointed out to the off-shoulder shirt you bought.

"Thanks, and I like your jacket."

"Really? I wasn't so sure if it'd be too much."

You smiled at him in reassurance. "It fits you perfectly, I swear."

He blushed a little bit at your comment, and looked away to prevent you from seeing it. But you saw perfectly the red tint that was spreading on his face. You were starting to be grateful towards Changbin for introducing you to such a charming man, but you were still trying to convince yourself he was being a pain in the ass by doing so.

"Y/N?" You hummed, still looking at your feet as you walked. "Can we stop at this game shop?" he asked shyly.

You eyes widened when you looked up to see a huge gaming store, filled with games, consoles and merch. "You game too?"

"What? You game? I literally build my own computer and play League of Legends on a daily basis." he informed you.

"Shut up, you're kidding."

"I'm not!" he laughed out. "I was scared you were going to judge me, and I certainly did not expect you to like this stuff as much as I do."

"Now you care about what I think about you?" you teased.

"Maybe." he smirked. "Shall we go?"

You had to gather all of your inner strength to not impulsively buy a new pokemon plush, especially since you were on the verge of being in debt. Felix, on the other hand, walked around in the Nintendo area and was looking through the games.

"Is Zelda a good one?" he asked for your opinion.

"I personally loved it, but I don't know if you like adventures."

"I like it a lot, actually." he mumbled, and did not hesitate another second to take it and bring it to the cash register.

When you left, he looked at his new game proudly, reading the back cover. You summarized how the game works and told him some of your cheat codes to help him out.

"And if you're stuck at some point, you can let me know. I know the game by heart, I could help." you offered.

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll start to familiarize myself with it, but I'll definitely hit you up if I need anything."

You exchanged warm smiles, and it was your turn to go red. It didn't get better when Felix put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Since it was getting late, the weather did get colder. However, you felt extremely warm for some reason.

You slowly made your way back to the park where you initially started the date. A few minutes passed until Changbin appeared, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Getting cozy?" he wiggled his eyebrows to Felix's arm around you.

The man rolled his eyes and huffed at your friend. "It's getting cold, that's all."

"Whatever you say, Lix." he smirked, and you turned to an embarrassingly redder tone. "How about you drive her home?"

"Bin..." you said in a warning tone.

"I brought my car, you can use it." he shrugged his shoulders before throwing his keys at Felix's direction. "Anyway, I was meeting up with Hyunjin, so you two have fun."

Not letting you say another word, he ran off which left you alone with Felix. Completely alone with him. No more Changbin stalking around.

"I hate him." you grunted.

"Hey, it's all good. It's not like we hate each other. Unless..." Felix trailed off, starting to panic a little bit.

You shook your head right away. "No, I don't mean it in that way! Just... You know what? Forget it. I'm actually glad we can spend a bit more time together." you smiled, which made Felix chuckle shyly.

You talked some more as you walked to Changbin's car. Though it wasn't so far, it was taking you an oddly long amount of time to get there. It was as if you didn't want the night to end just yet. Felix was nothing but courteous. He opened the door for you and, as cheesy as it sounds, buckled your seatbelt for you before taking place at the driver's seat. You told him your address so he could enter it on the GPS, and you were good to go.

"Do you mind if I play some music?" you asked, already opening your Spotify app.

"Not at all."

Other than the soft ballads you played, the ride home was silent. It wasn't awkward or anything. It was quite pleasant, actually. You arrived at your place much sooner than you anticipated, and you were weirded out on the disappointment you felt.

"I should call Changbin to ask him what to do with his car now." Felix let out a laugh as he pulled over in front of your building. "It was fun, I liked our day together."

"Me too. I'm happy to know I found myself a gaming partner."

Felix's smile dropped for a second, but it came back when he asked you for your contact information. You know, to keep in touch for his new game. Just for that. Only that. Your heart heavy, you sadly left the car as Felix waved you goodbye, promising to reach out to you in the next days.

It was on days like these that Felix really wondered why he chose to be friends with Changbin. The man had spontaneously decided to go for a bowling night with his friends. What Felix didn't expect was to see you there, an information Changbin had left out. Not only were you there, but you had brought your friend Jisung with you. And if you asked him, he'd say the squirrel-like boy was too close to you for his liking. Was it his fault for not reaching out to you like he promised? Yes, it was entirely his fault. Could you blame him? He did not expect to have you in his mind 24/7 after your improvised date, even less chickening out just by the sight of your phone number on his own phone. Anyway, he did not like the idea of you ending together with Jisung. Because the man was fun, unlike him, he thought.

The moment he saw you, he wanted to run away and hide himself in shame. However, his good friend, Chan, noticed his attempt of running away and did not let the younger man slip away so easily. To his surprise, you greeted him normally, acting as if nothing happened. He was relieved, until he noticed Jisung coming behind you as he slouched his arm around your shoulder.

"I'm getting a snack at the canteen if you want me to buy you anything." Jisung said to you after his turn ended.

"Can you get me a drink, please? Anything will do, I'm just thirsty."

You had definitely pulled out your flirtiest tone in purpose, and your choice of clothing had definitely been thought out. You were wearing the top Felix had complimented weeks ago along with a pair of shorts, too short for Felix's liking. Either you were being like this to purposely piss him off, or you were actually starting to go out with Jisung, because there was no way you would be forcing yourself that much on a normal Tuesday evening.

When your friend had left you alone, Felix took the opportunity to take the now-free spot next to you. You avoided his gaze, as Changbin mocked Minho's lack of talent at bowling.

"Y/N." he spoke, but you didn't look at him yet.

"Wait a second, Felix. It's my turn." you said briefly getting up as Minho passed you a ball.

The freckled man sighed loudly, much to Changbin's notice. He scooted closer to the man, a smirk on his face. Felix only glared at him.

"Things have been rough with her?" he nudged at him. "I told you I found your perfect match."

"Shut up." Felix grumbled. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being right."

"But I was right."

Slowly, Felix nodded. "I freaked out, and now my chance is gone."

"She asked me about you, you know?"

Felix's posture straightened at the words. "She did?"

"Yeah, she was worried she left a bad impression because you didn't text her afterwards."

"Then what is this show with Jisung boy?" he scoffed.

"That's nothing. Jisung is always flirty with everyone."

"Alright, but that doesn't explain her weird behaviour..." he trailed off.

"Bruh, are you kidding me? You ghosted her for weeks, of course she's weirded out you're here."

The conversation was cut short when you sat right back down at your previous spot, separating the two men. As Felix debated in his mind on what he should say something to you first, Jisung came back with a slushie and he stucked closely to your side for the rest of the night. As much as it annoyed him, he didn't want to talk with you while half of his coworkers were there, plus your friend. Patiently, he waited for the game to end.

Jisung guided you outside by the waist while the others followed behind. You thanked him for coming, embracing him in a tight hug, before he left. This relieved Felix more than it should have. The others slowly made their way to their cars, and soon enough, only you, Changbin and Felix were left.

"I thought you were going to leave with Jisung." Changbin said to you, confused.

"Right. I was hoping you could bring me home? He had some stuff to do and I didn't want him to drag me with him." you laughed apologetically.

"I can't. My sister needs me to go check something out on her computer. I think it shut down on its own, or something like that."

Felix knew too well that Changbin's sister would not ask him this kind of favour in the middle of the night. Nonetheless, he was actually glad he was helping him out to fix things with you.

And as for you, well, you were mad. You had avoided Felix because you were afraid he was going to tell you off right there and then. Ghosting you had hurt enough, you weren't in for a face to face rejection.

"I can give you a ride." Felix shrugged, much to your displeasure. "And I already know where you live, it's on the way to my place."

You forced a smile. "How convenient."

Changbin's glare didn't go unnoticed by you, as he slowly walked to his car, giving you and his friend a moment. Thankfully, Felix didn't act awkwardly like you had been for the entire evening. He casually made some jokes while you walked with him to his car. Again, he was a perfect gentleman as he opened and closed the door for you. He started the car and played some soft music, similar to the genre you had played last time you were in a car with him. He was still so sweet, although you had been quite unpleasant. You were definitely wondering how he was still single.

"I don't make the time for it, I guess." Felix laughed, making you realize you spoke your thoughts out loud.

You looked away in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to say this out loud." you mumbled, but Felix chuckled, finding you cute.

"It's fine, I was actually wondering the same thing about you, until I saw you with Jisung tonight. Congratulations, by the way."

You had not intented for your relationship with Jisung to come off as romantic. You felt bad since Felix must have thought you were dating him for the entire night.

"Oh, no! We're not together, he's not my type anyway."

He raised an eyebrow at your statement. "What is your type, then?"

"You." you wanted to answer so bad, but you determined it wasn't a good idea. "I like someone who's genuine, and with whom I can joke around easily and feel comfortable." He hummed at your response, looking satisfied. "What's yours?"

"I don't really have one in particular. I prefer focusing on how it is with the person, if I feel comfortable with them or not. Now thinking of it, my type might be just like yours."

There was a moment of silence afterwards. You weren't sure if you were supposed to bring up your nights you spent awaiting his message or not. But he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry for not calling you. I would usually blame it on work, but it was entirely my fault." Your eyes shot to his direction, taken aback from his sudden honesty. "The truth is, I kind of chickened out?"

"I thought you like chicken."

He sent you a look. "Ha. Ha. Real funny." You laughed, but encouraged him to go on. "Anyway, I thought you saw me only on a platonic level and I was scared I was going to put myself in a hole I wouldn't be able to get out of. And I also didn't want Changbin to make me admit he had actually managed to find the perfect person for me. So all of these reasons mixed together, I wasn't brave enough to text you, and I'm sorry."

You smiled at him brightly, which was not what he expected as a reaction. "But you wanted to call me."

"I really wanted to, yeah." he almost whispered.

He had reached your apartment building by then, but neither of you wanted this conversation to end. Thus, you invited him inside, saying you would rather talk in the comfort of your couch. Agreeing, he followed you inside. You invited him to sit down, not forgetting to pour him a glass of water out of hospitality.

"Did you try out the game?" you spoke first.

"Not yet. I wanted to start it with you." he admitted shyly.

"We can do that this weekend, if you are free."

He didn't hesitate to nod at your offer, smile plastered on his face. "I'd like that." He paused, searching for his words. "And I like you. I really liked how excited you were when you saw the ducks, and how you didn't laugh in my face for saying that chicken has meat in it. But really, I am technically right. Sure, it's an obvious fact, but it does contribute on why I love it and-"

"Lix." you laughed as you interrupted his trail of thoughts. "Stay on topic."

"Right..." he coughed, embarrassed. "Overall, I'm telling that I like you a lot, and the fact you game too just adds to your cuteness. And you actually look stunning tonight, I almost choked. And I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

"You're doing great." you giggled. "I like you too, and I'd take you on date again."

He pouted. "That's the guy's line."

"Well, the guy here takes an insane amount of time to get to the point."

He pouted again, but brought you into his arms this time. "Alright, but let me plan it, okay?"

"I'm okay with that." you replied contently.

The little peck he left on the top of your head was good enough for you to feel butterflies in your stomach. He was odd, sure, but you were even more. And it happened that, luckily, Changbin knew the both of you enough to know you would make one heck of a pair.

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[kiwawa]

Cruel — scaramouche.

📏 angst scaramouche x f!reader ; modern au

notes; sometimes u had to make a character ooc to make the story working,ig.

i think im gonna open a taglist

plspspsl request i kinda want to know ur creative ideas,,,

(pt.1)

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the next day,(name) came to school with a frown on her face — her eyes looks a bit red from her crying yesterday.unluckily, the first person to notice her red eyes were scaramouche.it confuses scaramouche.

(name) noticed his eyes looking at her and she immediately shot him a disgusted look before sitting somewhere else that's not scaramouche.it confuses him yet again.

did he do something wrong?

at lunch, scaramouche decided to confront (name) about it."(name),wait up!" he called out for her but she sped up her walking."dammit,just wait for me! what's wrong with you?!" scaramouche gritted his teeth.

with those words,(name) turned around."no, what's wrong with you? you could've just rejected me nicely instead of leaving me alone on the rooftop!" (name) snapped.

somehow, scaramouche had a confused look on his face — (name) were at the rooftop and he isn't even aware.infact,the letters weren't even sent to him.embarrassingly,(name) put the letter in the wrong locker.

"you were planning to confess to me,no?" scaramouche assumed as you nodded.

"well,i don't like you." scaramouche spoke with a bitter tone — he was so straightforward with it but (name) knew he is far from done with his words.

"see,this is why i don't like you.you were always quick to jump into conclusions and god, you're so damn sensitive.you can't even take a light joke.you probably thought i was getting softer on you,right? well,the truth is, i don't want to see your sobbing face crying for kazuha in his arms.i feel so bad for him because you're probably only there when you're mad at me,right?"

oh!

that was something...

well,at least you finally knew the truth — he doesn't get any softer on you,he's only pitying kazuha.(name)'s not going to blame him though.

"you know what,maybe it is time for us to stop being friend." he added,his words only stabbed (name) right to her heart and her vision were fast to be clouded by her tears.

"w-why? we had been friends for.. 4 years!" (name) tried to beg for him but her attempts were futile, scaramouche only ignored her,not sparing a last glance after he said those harsh words.

(name) doesn't know why she's upset — she only wants the best for scaramouche and he probably have friends that stayed with him longer than she did.so,why did she even bother to reach out for him?

rubbing her eyes from the overflowing tears, she had decided to let scaramouche be as long as he's happy.

after school,(name) left the school with no one to walk with since scaramouche left the school with someone else, probably childe and signora.

on the other hand, kazuha was met with the same fate as (name)'s. except he didn't lose a friend,he did lose some trust and gain some doubts though.

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[roosterbruiser]

Consider: trophy husband!Jake and politician!r.

(Also hi, ily and congrats on 1.9k!!!you’re the bestest) ~🦈

in the back of the hummer, you're sitting with your legs crossed at the ankle so as not to disturb your skirt--which is a rental from Chanel, which still boggles your mind.

you feel beautiful, really--and you know that you would even without the Chanel skirt. you should feel beautiful, too--you spent a few hours getting ready. new makeup--heavier than usual to see if that does anything to effect your presence in gossip magazines, which is imperative since you're trying to influence a younger demographic before the next election cycle. new hair--which is trendier than you usually go for, but worth it.

still, though, your stomach is churning. it's silly that you still get nervous about shit like this--big dinners with donors that you have no interest in schmoozing, celebrities you have no interest in getting to know. you've been in this game for a while now, happily running your grassroots campaign and finding marginal success in doing so, but dammit if the prospect of meeting Anne Hathaway doesn't give you butterflies.

"gotta touch up," you sigh softly, glancing at Jake, who's sprawled across the seat beside you with his sunglasses low on his nose. he's always cool as a cucumber before events like this, all smiles and charm and beauty. "mirror me?"

and before you can even say anything else, he sits up and begins to emulate your every move. it's one of his favorite jokes--one that he pulls out every single time you ask him to mirror you.

"ha ha ha," you say dryly, rolling your eyes.

but, like the good boy he is, Jake then grabs the little golden compact mirror from his breast pocket and aims it at your face with expert precision. this definitely isn't his first rodeo.

for a moment, with a grin biting at his lips, he watches you fondly. you're smearing on more of that expensive lip gloss you were given for tonight, touching up that pretty shade of eyeshadow that's been smoked out beneath your lashes, smoothing little flyaway hairs.

it's no secret that he's incredibly fond of you--in fact, he's so fond of you that it's made the front page of several newspapers in the past few years you've been together. fond enough that he couldn't keep his hands to himself after a governor's dinner as the two of you waited, tipsy, for your ride home. oops. after that incident, with the paparazzi photos and the stern talking-to from your publicist, you two swore to be more careful.

so, now that the two of you have sworn up and down to be less obvious, he knows that he only has a few more minutes to cozy up with you before you arrive at your destination under the microscope.

"I can feel you staring," you say absently, pretending like it doesn't make your face hot.

"good," he tells you with a grin. "you're very perceptive, Mrs. Seresin."

"not for a few more months," you sigh, puckering your lips. "and it'll actually be Rep. Seresin."

Jake grins, his cheeks pink with delight at the thought. he can imagine, clear as day, the heavy brass nameplate on your shiny oak desk that spells out your name so deliciously: Representative Seresin. he can also imagine, clear as day, swiping it to the floor and laying you down on it. ripping off that Chanel skirt, smearing that lipstick cross your cheek, attaching his lips to your nipples through your expensive blouse, and rocking the both of you into a new era of youth-soaked progression.

"oh, baby," Jake says, pressing a sweet and careful kiss to your neck, sighing against your sweet-smelling skin when you choke out a quiet moan. "don't get my engines revving before we get there. you know what I'll have to do."

he's right--you do know. you'll have to roll up that divider and get to work on swaying your favorite demographic: your horny fiancé.

"well, you know what they say," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to tenderly kiss down the column of your throat. somewhere in the past minute, he's closed the compact mirror and settled his hand on the upper part of your thigh, his breath warm and minty as it fans across you. "when they go low, we go high."

"fuck, I love it when you quote Michelle Obama to me," Jake moans quietly.

#thank you for the kind words!!! #you're a sweetheart #m answers #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake smut #jake seresin series #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin angst #hangman seresin #hangman top gun #hangman seresin x reader #hangman?? more like hang that man's penis...in my mouth #top gun hangman #hangman angst #hangman x reader #hangman x you #angst with a happy ending #top gun maverick #top gun maverick hangman #hangman smut #hangman series #hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin smut #hangman seresin imagine

[allyheart707]

So my sona hasn't really made an appearance due to me not being much of an artist or posting my own stuff very often, but the pfp on my writing blog is kind of an early version of her. She's a humanoid Gold Cross variation nine-tailed fox, (because Gold Cross foxes are gorgeous and I love them), and she has the ability to turn into a human when she needs to. This is the human:

Because of course it is I use her image for almost all my main characters because she resembles me so it's just easy. I'm also goth so of course she is too. When in human form her eyes are blue but in her fox form they're red-orange. She also usually only has one tail out unless she needs to use a lot of power for something and they all come out, and her eyes glow blue when she's using her magic in human form and red in fox form. And she can shrink down to a normal four-legged fox as well if she wants to. And she has mental powers because I love giving characters mental powers so at points where it seems like she knows what other characters are thinking it's because she actually does know. But she doesn't intentionally read minds unless given permission or prompted by a dire need. She just knows surface level thoughts because she can't control seeing those most of the time.

Anyway sorry for the info dump I just really love my girl and sorry this took me a bit I've had an interesting day. Here's my girl trying to rescue some turtle babies! Starting out in her human form because how else can she infiltrate a top-secret high-security government building?

"Well, I do love kids. And I have been told I'm good with them."

I turn away from the scientist to look in the window. The four mutant turtle children I was told about are bouncing around what looks like an interrogation room, climbing over the table and running around it. One of them is even making faces through the window.

"So, hopefully that'll work in my favor...." I'm suddenly concerned with the fact that these are actual children thrown into an interrogation room like crime suspects.

"Hopefully," the man rolls his eyes, moving past me to open the door. "We're running out of options here."

"Can I ask a quick question though?" This is a bad idea. I shouldn't do this.

He turns to me, glaring, obviously just wanting to get this "interview" over with.

"What?"

Just do your job, May.

"Is there possibly somewhere else I could take them? To make them feel more comfortable?"

Dammit.

He squints at me, not understanding why their comfort would even be a thought on my mind.

"This is an interrogation, not a playdate."

"They're children. What if a playdate is what it takes to get them talking?"

He thinks for a moment, glancing towards the kids in the window.

"Well, there's their bedroom, I suppose. They're not allowed many places. For obvious reasons."

Don't you dare ask.

"What if I took them around the facility?"

Stop it!

This earns me another glare as he whips his head back towards me.

"Why would you do that?"

"Well, they've gotta be curious, right? Don't worry! I won't be taking them anywhere they absolutely shouldn't go! Just, like, the hallways in the main area and places other agents don't frequent. And places they can't mess with or break anything important. They don't know what they're missing, right? Since they've never seen it before? So they won't know I'm not actually showing them anything important."

He ponders for a moment, turning the idea over in his head and going through all the pros and cons. He seems to be leaning towards a negative response when he suddenly sighs and shakes his head, clearing all the thoughts away.

"Fine. But remember, there are cameras everywhere. If you do anything against protocol or allow them to do anything damaging to the building or the project, you're fired."

"Of course! I would never."

He studies me again for a long moment before opening the door and motioning for me to enter the room.

"Hi boys!" I greet cheerily once I can see all of them. "How are you all doing today?"

"Great!" The little box turtle exclaims, jumping up onto the table. "I've never seen this room before!"

"You haven't?" I ask, patting his head, much to his delight. "What do you think it's for?"

"Games?" He asks hopefully.

"It's an interrogation room," the softshell states, sitting in a chair next to the table. "Like I told you. It's where they ask people questions."

The slider leans against the wall and crosses his arms with attitude.

"I'm not telling you people anything."

"Oh, I'm not here to ask those types of questions," I explain.

"What are you here for, then?" The softshell asks, skeptical.

"I'm your new teacher!"

The little turtle lights up at this, eyes growing as wide as possible as he leans forward in the chair. The others seem confused.

"What's that?" The snapper asks.

"A teacher is someone who helps you learn things you don't know," I explain. "We're in this room because they didn't have any other rooms prepared, but hopefully one day we can have an actual classroom!"

"Yes!" The softshell jumps up and down in excitement, waving his hands around. "And we can learn things properly, just like the people in my books!"

I have to smother a laugh at that. I wasn't expecting them to be this cute.

"Pft," the slider scoffs. "What can you learn from books? Can you teach us how to fight? That would be useful."

"I can," I lean down to his level and whisper in his ear. "I happen to be a very strong ninja who trained under the greatest ninja master of all time."

His eyes widen, and I see a glimmer of his own excitement shine in his eyes as he looks to me with a new sense of awe and admiration.

Straightening back up, I look around to all of them.

"Now! My name is May. Before we get started, I would like to know all of your names as well."

The box turtle and softshell give each other a strange look, but the snapper jumps forward excitedly.

"I'm Raph!" He answers me with his tail wagging happily behind him.

"Hi Raph," I pat his head, and he squeaks in delight.

"Heishi..." The slider says quietly.

"Nice to meet you, Heishi," I hold my hand out to him. After a quiet moment of staring, he tentatively takes it, shaking it slowly.

"We don't have names," the softshell tells me.

"Yeah we do!" The box turtle jumps back up from having sat down on the table. "Raph told us!"

"Shh!" The softshell scolds his brother, pulling his arm to have him sit again. The box turtle does so, pouting.

"If you don't want to tell me your names, how about I just call you Orange and Purple? Because of the colors of your markings."

The box turtle looks down at his arms as if he's never seen the spots before while the softshell scrunches up his nose.

"It's just for now, anyway," I reassure them. "Just until you're comfortable with telling me your names or you come up with your own."

The orange one turns to his brother with a questioning look, and receives a shrug in response. He then turns back to beam at me and nods.

"Alright then!" I clap my hands together. "Let's get started. Today, we're going on a tour of the facility!"

Why must I always try to rescue animals I find? I mean, I know these are kids, but they belong to the government and are kept in a high-security building.

The plan I have is a good one, but it could end up putting the boys in danger if it goes wrong.

Heishi lights up at the prospect of seeing the rest of the building. He turns towards the door and looks back to us over his shoulder.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Donnie was fairly certain that something was up, though he didn't have enough of the pieces to figure it out just yet. Why would they take them to a brand new room just to take them out again? And especially when they knew how much of a flight risk Heishi was.... was she trying to give them a chance to escape?

Well, he wasn't going to jinx it, so he simply followed behind her quietly as she led them out of the interrogation room classroom?

In the map he had studied during their first failed escape, he had learned that there were six halls- all with different purposes. Hall C, however, was reserved entirely for them. It was the only hall they had ever been in and it was so alluring to know that there were six whole halls that they had never seen.

And then, outside of those halls...?

Not that it really mattered, because unless their new escape plan worked out better, Hall C was all he would ever see.

"This room is-" "The testing room. We know." He mumbled, rolling his eyes- The only reason they were having the tour was for their new subjects. Him and Mikey new everything on this hall by heart, and there was no way this stranger would be approved to take them out of it. "Yeah, but please, bare with me on this. I promise this tour will be a lot more interesting soon." She asked kindly as her face scanned the hall, looking for... something? What was she looking for?

Her eyes seemed to light up as one of the scientists in the hallway walked by Dr. Meanie-pants, striking up a conversation.

It wasn't going to keep him distracted for long, but it seemed a few seconds was all she needed for... whatever her plan was.

"Okay, follow me. Oh, and uuuuh, be prepared to run." She winked at them as she pulled Mikey with her, speed walking down the hall, past the testing room, then the meeting room, and Hall C's storage-

wait

Were they leaving hall C?!

#ally asks #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #little subjects au #turtle tots #rottmnt seperated au #little subjects 1000

[crypticjackal13]

Can I request Yin and Jin crushing super hard on Shy!Younger sister of Mk, they're both trying constantly to get her attention and win her over, and the gang is not happy about it (especially Mk)

Assistant Demon: What are doing, you oafs?

Yin and Jin: She's pretty~

Assistant Demon: And you're ugly now get back to work

Lol thank you for this, also it turned out way longer than I thought it would

Yin & Jin x MK's Shy Younger Sister Reader Headcanons!

stupid lovesick fools --is how the assistant demon describes these two when she first finds out about their crushes on you. she is the backbone of their group and she does not understand why they can't JUST FOCUS ON TRYING TO WREAK SOME CHAOS

I imagine they came across you on accident. you were just there with Mei and MK, probably getting some food and TRYING to have a chill day with your bro, but then they came along like "HAHA FIGHT US MONKIE KID--oh hello who's this??" and they instantly tried to poke their noses into your business.

obviously MK whooped their asses for even going near you(he is very protective of you dammit)

Mei is also upset(bc if MK gets upset so does she) and she will whoop their asses too

The assistant demon shows up to collect the boys and instead of the two of them being upset they lost as usual they're instead........rambling and gushing about this cute girl they saw??? she doesn't understand.

Yin and Jin become a real thorn in MK's side for the next few WEEKS because they've learned where he is, you aren't far behind

you're freaking out bc why are these demons so interested in you?? but they're like being super obvious about their crushes--they ABSOLUTELY sat outside your house with a boombox and some flowers and "whatever else human girls are into these days"

Pigsy and MK scared them off because it was 3 in the morning

eventually the two of them caught you alone, and very quickly tried to explain why they were there--trying to make it brief just in case MK might be lurking somewhere

they're very sweet about it, they politely ask you out, and you do your best to explain to MK and Pigsy and Tang that you've simply caught the boys' fancy and you're gonna go on a date with them to give them a chance!!

everything goes smoothly(about as smoothly as it can with those two), but expect to see three poorly-disguised men following along at a distance. it's just MK, Mei, and Pigsy in trenchcoats, sunglasses, hats, and fake moustaches--don't be alarmed

.....yeah, it's gonna be a little awkward having Yin and Jin over for dinner

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk headcanon #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid headcanons #lmk yin and jin #yin and jin #yin and jin x reader #romantic headcanons #headcanons #shy reader #fem reader #older bro mk

[izukuwus]

Boiling Point 4: Finale - Miguel O'Hara x Reader (NSFW)

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A/N: by the power of banana pudding rum we got there. thanks for waiting and please enjoy!

Summary: We reach the part where you get what you want.

Notes: smut. this is the part with actual sex for real. uh biting mentions, blood drawn, etc.

Word Count: 2800

None of this has exactly been how you expected this night to go.

At any turn, you were expecting something else. Not eating sandwiches atop the Empire State building and sipping fountain drinks while you floated, quite frankly thinking you were out of your damn mind and dreaming some truly deranged shit, as Miguel acted exactly like normal in response to having discovered that your sex drive is basically controlled by whether or not he breathes in the same room as you on a given day.

By the time you've nearly finished your drink and near pulling off the lid to crunch the ice, mostly to have something to do with your mouth other than fuck up, Miguel lets out a heavy sigh.

Honestly, you're still stuck on the part where he knows. Clearly he's somewhere miles past you, speaking frankly, as though this is a normal conversation to be having. Just a Spiderman and the Spider belonging to this version of New York, far above the ground. You stare at the stars while he stares at the streets below.

"Are you understanding anything I've said to you? I'm starting to think you're not."

The ice cube cracks in your teeth. You spit it back into your cup to respond. "It's more like I think I'm being punked right now."

"Punked?" he repeats back. You wonder if that's because that's not a thing in Nueva York, or if it's because the idea is so stupid that he can't believe you've put it into the world in the first place. (It is, in fact, a little bit of both.)

You double down, because that is your best quality. "Yeah. Like, tricked? Pranked? You're sitting here having taken me out for chicken sandwiches in response to—hell, I don't think I can make myself say it out loud, but anyways you are Miguel O'Hara and it takes all the work in the world to not think of you by your full name every time because you're just that fucking amazing."

He lets you go on, watches you as you watch the stars. You pause to crunch another ice cube before continuing. "Like, I'm not sorry for thinking you're the hottest thing to walk any Earth. I am sorry you found out, because I can see how that would be uncomfortable to discover, but like. You are hot. I could go into excruciating detail, if you'd like, but I think that's a bit too much, and in case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to be, like, normal?"

"You're not any less normal than anyone else we’ve brought into the multiverse," he says. "I am now completely convinced that you haven't been listening to anything I've said, though."

“I haven’t… not been listening?”

“Okay. Then, what have I been telling you?”

You thoughtfully crunch another ice cube.

“…shit.”

He sighs. “Okay, let’s take it from the top. I was hoping you would figure out you were being an idiot before you sent yourself spiraling directly into sub drop, but that clearly didn’t happen. As fun as it’s been watching you drive yourself insane, this isn’t how I wanted to see you fall apart.”

“…okay.” He’s watching your every movement, and you, in turn, are trying to control each one, down to whatever microexpressions you can. Part of you wants to cry from the embarrassment of it all. But dammit, you are not sitting at the top of this building to cry for once. “So… how did you want to see me fall apart?”

“I can show you.”

Please hold. Buffering.

“Okay!” It comes out a squeak, but this is not a man who has the time to let you cringe, apparently, because you’re suddenly being bodily lifted from your perch, your trash nearly forgotten except your quick thinking to web it to you. Responsible superheroes don’t leave their trash on skyscrapers.

“Limits?” he says as he carries you, so easily for a man only using one hand.

“What?”

“What are your limits? Dirty talk, biting…”

Oh. Your face flares hot. I think you’re finally starting to get it. Good for you. “Um. I don’t… like… assplay?”

He nods, not even looking down at you. That’s fair. He’s a little occupied with the web-swinging right now. Actually, it’s kind of fun to be carried like this, rather than being the one doing all the work. You should find some way to con him into carrying you around like this again sometime.

“I can work with that. Anything else?”

“Um… normally I like degradation, but maybe not right now?”

“Makes sense. Safeword?”

You’ve suddenly forgotten every semblance of a safeword you’ve ever known. Good going. 10/10.

“Pumpkin,” you blurt.

“Pumpkin?”

“Pumpkin.”

“You didn’t just make that up on the spot, did you?”

“Not that you can prove.”

He lets out a soft huff, more felt than heard, and lands on the roof of your building. “Not sure I want your neighbor listening in.”

Ah. Yeah. That… huh.

(You are so fucking eloquent.)

You flash a grin. “Yeah, uh, I think he’s been doing that for a while. I might move, actually. When I can afford it. Do you think this is… better?”

He sighs. “No. But I need a moment.”

“Oh, okay, I can—“

His lips crash down on yours, and fuck it, this clearly isn’t real, so of course you’re going to moan against his lips and kiss him right back. He’s so much bigger than you—all muscles and hard lines and, when he pulls back and you open your eyes, deep red eyes and sharp teeth.

He must like something he sees in the way his eyes roam over you, because he groans and drops his head a bit. “Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been to not think about taking you like this?”

“Like what?” You do your best to sound innocent. It does something, a fact you’re proud to state you know from the way his clawed fingertips suddenly flex into your flesh.

…he is going to completely destroy you.

You, for one, are fully prepared for that outcome.

…probably.

Making out on the rooftop becomes making out in your bedroom becomes Miguel getting you out of your Spider suit in record time. (Maybe you’ll ask him for pointers after this, all things considered.) At least you’re not the only one getting surprised today—when he gets your top half bare and finds your tits bouncing free, not a bra in sight, there’s a growl passing his lips that leaves you shuddering.

“No bra?” His hand hovers over your breasts, as though waiting for permission.

You press your chest forward, right into his waiting hands. “Built into the suit.”

“That’s… dangerous.” His eyes are dark as they fixate on you, on the way your soft curves squish in his hands. “Have you ever worn a bra under the suit?”

You laugh, wrap your arms around his shoulders. “No, sir, I haven’t. You find me a stretchy spandex that doesn’t show every line underneath and then we’ll talk about bras and underwear.”

Without another word, he grabs at the rest of the suit bunched around your waist and yanks down. You yelp as you move with the suit, as you go from “superhero” to “ass-naked” in one fell swoop. That’s just unfair.

Dark eyes search your face, just a moment, just long enough for him to take in wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Whatever he’s looking for, clearly it satisfies him, because his next step is to jerk your hips up and hook your legs over his shoulders.

“So why don’t you tell me a bit about why you thought a contract like that was a good idea?”

You refuse to meet his eyes. Large hands dig into the flesh of your thighs—not painful, not enough to bruise, but enough that you feel the tiniest pricks of his claws threatening to press in.

“Come on, cariño. I wasn’t asking.”

You throw your arms over your face, hide your eyes so you don’t have to look at him when you admit it. “…I kept overheating the motors in my vibrators.”

He startles you with a real, genuine laugh. “Really.”

“Yes!” You jerk to try to face him, which leaves you in a weird half-crunch position. “You’re… a lot, okay? And I’m not, like, constantly constantly thinking about sex, with you or anyone else, but you do shit that gets me started and then I can’t stop and—“

“There you go,” he purrs. “That’s a good girl.”

Your rambling cuts off into a low moan as he buries his face between your thighs at last. His tongue enters your core, his fingers toy with your clit, and he works you up just to the point that you actually contemplate murder when he pulls away.

“Miguel, I can’t keep doing this,” you whine, tears already springing to your eyes in response to yet another denial.

He shushes you, gentle. You do not want gentle.

If we’re being completely honest, if this man does not break you tonight, your body is going to completely atomize itself on the spot.

“Please,” you whine.

He quirks a brow you-ways. Tilts his head. “What are you asking me for?”

“Anything. Need to cum. Please.”

A soft laugh. “You need it?”

“Need it.”

His fingers brush against your core, and you whine out.

“Okay.”

You nearly cry—first at the feeling of his fingers entering you, the promise that this is finally over, you’re finally done breaking toys and breaking yourself just to do something right, now someone else gets to break you—then at how expertly he manages to bring you back to the brim with two thick fingers pumping into your heat.

“There you go. You’re doing so well. So, so well, cariño.”

You smile through your moans, meet his blazing eyes as he works your walls and your clit. You cum hard and fast, writhing around him until he has to put a firm hand down on your stomach to keep you still, and this time, you do cry—from release, from overstimulation, from the fact that you got here and you did it and you did so well.

He doesn’t stop when you stop to catch your breath. The swift removal of his fingers is replaced once again by his mouth, and you cry as he laps up the fluttering remains of your first orgasm in so, so long. A jerk of your hips from the contact has just the barest brush of his fangs teasing against your pussy, just enough to remind you that they’re there and you’re finally, finally getting what you need.

“miguel,” you breathe out in lowercase.

He groans against you, grips your thighs again, and this time he does leave thin red lines behind as he loses himself in your pussy.

The second time you cum, you haven’t quite stopped with the tears from the first. It’s almost everything you’ve dreamed of. You’ve dreamed of some weird shit, though, so basically it’s everything worth dreaming of.

And again he barely stops. He pulls away, yes, when your walls stop spasming around his tongue and your whining drops to low keens, and he repositions himself to fondle your flesh, to smooth a large hand over the plush of your tits and thumb lazily at a single nipple, and when he kisses you, you taste yourself on his lips. But he isn’t done, and he makes quite clear he isn’t done quite quickly.

Lips trail from yours to your neck, and when you reach down in hopes of finding the truth of his cock, he grabs your wrist and nips at your throat.

You do not bother trying to repress the shudder as his teeth graze you.

He sighs, nearly laughs. “You’re seriously turned on by these?” he asks, pulling away to look you in the eye.

“M-mhm. All of you.” Oh dear. You didn’t think you could get stupider, but somewhere between edges, you must have found a shovel and started digging. Poor you. “But I really like teeth. Used to be so into vampires. Werewolves. Anything with big teeth that could wreck me.” Okay, that’s enough. You can stop talking now.

Oh, thank fuck, he took his turn in the conversation. That was getting bad. “Guess you’re lucky, then.”

“So lucky.” You nod.

Another graze of his teeth, and then again he pulls away. Bastard. Like you haven’t been edged enough these past few weeks, through no fault or decision of your own. “You know I can’t bite you, right? Paralytic venom?”

“Like I can move after what you just did to me anyway?”

He raises an eyebrow. “We’ll think about it.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

“I can tell.” He leaves you there on the bed, a bit limp from the double orgasm action, and removes his own suit, slow and careful. “Lucky for you, I wasn’t done yet. That was just the prep work.”

“Prep?”

Ah. He’s big. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Maybe you should have trained for this. He climbs right back on top of you, cock weighty where it rests on your stomach, and kisses you slowly. Almost loving, if you hadn’t known any better.

When he presses into you, it’s a stretch, big and sore and dragging out yet another whine from you. He shushes you gently, like this is something you’re supposed to be able to just push through, but he does and you do and when he bottoms out you’re honestly surprised he fits.

“There you go. There’s a good girl. Still doing good?”

No one here is completely sure whether you’re whimpering because his cock is finally inside of you or because of the pet name, but we’ll just say it was overstimulation and call it a day. You manage a nod, which has him arching his brow and holding very carefully still.

“I need a verbal answer, [name].”

“Still… still doing good. You’re good.”

“Okay.”

One slow, careful thrust turns into two turns into three turns into another, and you have to cling to him and claw just to find some sort of purchase before very long at all. By the time you’ve lost count, it’s more because you’ve lost your mind than anything. The overstim-sore gives way to a delicious stretch, and you’re sure you’re babbling something, though you’re pretty sure it’s just his name. That’s all that’s in your head, anyway.

What you know is this: his grip and his pace become bruising, at your enthusiastic pleading, and he fucks you until you don’t remember whether you came once or twice or stopped until he was done. You know that he pulls out, that he cums across your stomach in thick ropes. You know that he cleans you with a warm, damp cloth, tends carefully to the cuts on your thighs where his claws dug just a touch too deep. When you can sit up, you blearily take the kit from him and dab at the bits on his back where you managed to draw blood. Marks of your own left on his skin.

“You did good. Better than I was expecting, honestly.”

“You’re rude,” you shoot back with a sleepy-sounding laugh. “And big. And good.”

You’re not sure the etiquette here. In the light of no longer being mid-fuck, you cringe at the dance that socialization inevitably becomes. He’ll go back to his universe, and leave you here, and probably send Lyla to let you know of new assignments, but what do you do now except begrudgingly accept the chocolate he shoves in your mouth and make sure the cuts on his back are disinfected?

“Sorry about your thighs. That’ll sting for a while,” he says as you’re busily trying to memorize the muscles on his back.

“I’ll be fine. Quick healing and all that. Um…”

“I’ll do some work to figure out the venom thing, if you were serious about wanting me to bite you.”

“Of course I’m serious!” You squeak. “Your damned fangs were at least two of my casualties that started this whole thing!”

“Casualties?”

You fluster, turn away. “Yeah. Casualties.” A brief pause where it sinks in. “Wait. So you want to… do this again…?”

“Was that not clear? You’re a bright spot in the multiverse. If you’d just stop throwing yourself into stupid shit…”

“Don’t kid yourself. I’m already perfect.”

“You are. I’m still not biting you without being absolutely sure I won’t kill you in the process.”

“Aw, that’s half the fun!”

He gives you a sharp look, and you cringe.

“Right. Yeah, I get it. Feel free to surprise me when you figure it out, though.”

He pulls you into his arms, and in his warmth you feel yourself finally relax a little bit.

“I think I’ll take you up on that one.”

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NAMJOON

"Joonie stop!" The sounds of your squeals echo throughout the apartment as he tickles both of your sides.

"No, not until you say that Kim Namjoon is the sexiest man ever!" He states as you try to wiggle away from his torturous grasp.

"Never! You might as well just let me g-" you gasp when he begins to increase the speed of his fingers.

"I'll only do it if you apologize for saying that Han Sung is more handsome than me." He slows down with raised brows, plump lips stretched so much into a smirk that his dimples appear.

Body now able to take in stable air, you let out a huff of defiance. "You know if I say that it'll be a lie!"

Namjoon stares at you with a blank face as his lips purse in agitation. "Okay...you wanna be like that then."

"What are you-ah! Stop it! Shit, I'll apologize!" You scream from the familiar feeling of being touched on your ticklish sides.

"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't hear you over the screams," Namjoon calls out through his own laughter, eyes adoringly taking in the way your face scrunches up.

"I-I said I'll apologize! Now please stop!"

Hearing your whining pleads, Namjoon finally stops.

"So...about that apology?" He leans against the chair with a grin as his arms cross in victory.

Scooting back against the furniture, you make eye contact with the smug male.

"Aight damn. I'm sorry for saying the character Taehyung plays in that drama is more handsome than you..." He nods his head at your apology and patiently waits for rest.

"...cause truth be told: that Mothafucker ten times sexier than you. Like, a bitch was damn near finna say fuck it and go back into time for dat ass."

Namjoon's face quickly shifts into an angry frown.

"Take. That. Back!" He hisses with narrowed eyes, body slowly creeping towards you with a clenched jaw.

Your lips form into a mischievous smirk. "But why should I?"

He freezes at your question with wide eyes before lowering his head. "Because...because I..."

You frown at his sudden change of demeanor. "Hey, you okay? You know I was just playing right? I'm not serious."

"Yeah...I know. It's just that...I-I don't know how to explain this." Namjoon nervously wrings his hands with a strained smile.

A few moments pass, he continues to stumble over his words before shaking his head with a weak It doesn't matter.

Leaning closer to him, you put a comforting hand on his shoulder with a bright smile. "You're my friend Namjoon, so whatever it is you can tell m-"

"Don't say that!"

You flinch at the loudness of his voice and quickly withdraw from him as he gets up from the floor to began to pace.

"J-just please...don't." He shakily whispers, running a hand through his dyed locks.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I thought that I could just pretend and act like always. But no! I can't do it! What the fuck is wrong with me? "

"Hey!" Getting on your feet, you walk over and grab his hands when he begins to hit his head in a scolding way, "calm down Joon. It's okay...just tell me and maybe I could help."

Namjoon looks at your joined hands in thought. You give them a squeeze forcing him to look up and shyly make eye contact.

"I love you."

A warm smile replaces your frown as you playfully push him away with an eye roll. "Dammit, dude! And here I thought it was something bad when it was only that. I love you too ya dork."

"No ____, you're not understanding me." He shakes his head at your words before grabbing your hands again. "I love love you."

You stare at his face with widened eyes, searching for any trace of laughter to see if he was serious or not.

'Namjoon...he loves me?'

But by the way he looked, it was clear to see that he meant every single word. But you refused to face the truth and instead brushed it off with small giggles.

"Yeah right, go somewhere else with that Romeo 'O Romeoheadassery. But thanks for the small joke, I really needed a chuckle or two." You wipe away the forming tears with a breathless sigh.

"____!" Namjoon huffs before grabbing your face to pull you closer to his. "I'm in love with you. I always have been ever since I met you all those years ago."

Dark eyes boring into yours, it almost made you feel vulnerable from the intenseness they held.

You step back from his touch and turn away, sure that if you hadn't you would've been broken down at the confession. "You don't love me Namjoon...you can't."

"____, I get that you've been a little rocky when it comes to the topic of relationships. Especially after what had happened with [Ex-Boyfriend's Name]. But I want you to know that I'm here for you and-"

"We're nothing more than friends okay?! So stop it!"

Namjoon goes quiet as you look at the ground with clenched fists.

"...I just don't love you that way, you're more like a brother to me."

The room goes quiet. The weight of your words caused you to feel even worse until it was replaced by a shaky sigh.

"It's because of my looks isn't it?"

Quickly turning around, you catch sight of Namjoon quickly wiping away the tears that were starting to form.

"Of every girl I've ever confessed to, they always rejected me. Even my fans didn't want me because I wasn't handsome or cute enough. I was afraid to tell you, but I thought that maybe...just maybe...the one person who's been by my side since the beginning would love me for me," He looks at you with a laugh of disbelief, "but even you don't love me the way I want you to."

Tears filled your eyes from his words as you let out a small sigh. Reaching out to him you place a hand on his shoulder. "Joon."

He flinches away from your touch with a forced smile, dull eyes staring at you.

"N-no I'm okay, really. I don't need pity."

"Look Namjoon, you're an amazing guy-and please trust me when I say that. But I've known you since we were ten, it's kinda impossible for me to see you that type of way..." you look at the ground knowing that your friendship may not ever be the same way again, "but there's another reason why I'm not able to love you that way."

He observes your shrunken frame, the way you hold yourself as you avoid his gaze. "I'm guessing you've found someone else?"

Despite knowing you were going to say that his heart still breaks at your subtle nod.

At the sudden sound of keys, you look up in time to see him grabbing his coat and wallet. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm...I'll just go for a little walk or something. You can see yourself out while I'm gone."

Walking out when you're hurt is one thing, but to walk out of your own place? That was definitely some deep-ass heartbroken shit right there.

But it was also deep-ass heartbroken shit you needed to quickly fix before it got worse.

"Namjoon wait! Just please hear me out." He stops at the front door without turning around, refusing to see your face and get more hurt.

"What is it ____? Because I really don't want to hear 'how much of a great guy he is' or that you want me to meet him. Especially after I've just gotten my heart broken by my bestfriend." He clears his throat in an attempt to shake off the waver in his voice.

You feel your skin heat up in embarrassment. "Um, well...actually-you won't believe this by the way. It's so hilarious that-"

"Dammit, ____! Can you just get to the point so that I can cry while stuffing my face in peace after you leave!" Namjoon cuts you off in irritation with a snap.

Nervously rubbing your hands, you rock on your feet. "It's not a he...it's a she."

His hand lets go of the doorknob before slowly turning towards you with wide eyes. "W-wait a minute. So that's why you won't go with me...and broke up with..."

You sheepishly nod at his words. "Yup, I like pussy."

A laugh explodes from Namjoon as he runs over and picks you up with a twirl.

"Ah! You don't know how happy this makes me." He breaths out, the gloomy face from before now replaced with a bright smile.

You look at him with raised eyebrows. "So you're not upset?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, but not as much. I mean, at least you're not getting dicked down by a guy. So when did you find out?"

Scoffing at his answer, you lean against his shoulder with a soft glare. "I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that sexist ass comment. But to answer your question, you know when we went to that party in the eighth grade?"

Namjoon stares off into space before dawning a look of realization. "Oh, when you played Seven Minutes of Heaven with that girl? Wasn't her name Rosie?"

A huge dimpled grin appears on his face at your shy nod, "My girl! She's a hottie right?"

"Really? Are you seriously gonna ask me that?" You look at him in disappointment, head shaking with a frown.

Namjoon hangs his head in shame once he realized what he said. "Yeah, you're right. My bad, I shouldn't have asked that. I'm s-"

"Because I'm gonna tell you right now...that ass is amazing." You hum out with a dreamy look sat on your face.

"Hmm...good to know. You don't think she'll mind sharing right?" He wiggles his brows, hand creeping up your leg.

Smacking it away with a fake contemplating look you finally let out a sigh of disappointment. "I don't know...I mean I'm already used to that kind of thing, but I guess I can see if Mina and Hye-jin will agree to it."

Namjoon chokes on his spit, eyes stretched open. "Y-you pulling two girlfriends at once?!"

With a cocky grin, you stretch your arms out. "Uh-huh. Put both of their asses to sleep before coming over here."

He quickly gets on his knees in a begging position. "Please please please: teach me your ways."

Seeing the ways his eyes sparkled with hope, there was no way you were going to turn him down.

"Well, the first thing to do is-"

The familiar ringtone of your phone fills the room, forcing you to stop talking to pick it up.

Opening the device, you immediately see the picture showing both of your girlfriends barely covering themselves as they asked you to come home.

"Sorry bud, duty calls," quickly showing him the picture, you put the phone away to grab your things and run out of the apartment.

Namjoon runs to the doorway just as you got in your car and shot him a sly thumbs up.

"Bu-hey! Can you at least send me that picture? ____!"

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SEOKJIN

"Just drop it! How many times do I have to tell you that I don't feel that way?!" You yell out in anger as the two of you faced each other.

The day started like any normal one: Jin would visit, you'd sit together and hang out for hours until it was either too late to stay out, he was needed to record a song, or if any of the other members called.

It was a system that had been running for nearly seventeen years, but now...not so much.

"____, please just hear me out," He desperately pleads with misty eyes. Your glare softens a little as you look at the face you've known since middle school.

You step away from his warm touch, refusing to fall for it again. Every single time you were close to going off he would wrap you in his arms, making you lose all confidence to say it.

But not this time...

You couldn't do it anymore. What kind of bestfriend were you if you just turn a blind eye as he continued to suffer day by day?

"No, you hear me out Jin. Constantly bringing up shit like this will only push me away. That stuff about being head-over-heels in love with me...it makes me go crazy sometimes that I can't even think straight. For fucks sake, I already have a boyfriend and you know that! You can't just expect me to drop my three-year relationship out of the blue," your voice cracks, eyes lowered to the ground despite wanting to look him in the face.

The room goes silent. The tension grows thicker as the sound of your breathing being the only thing heard.

"I love you so much ____ that I-I can't stop thinking about you. My pulse race whenever we make eye contact...heck, I even stop eating my food whenever your name pops up in the conversations during practice just to join in," he weakly jokes despite the view of his eyes filling with tears.

You want nothing more than to just walk up and hug him, but you knew it'll only add salt to the wound by doing so.

The only option left was to wrap your arms around yourself in a lame attempt to mimic the same feeling of protection he would give.

Hot tears ran down your face at his words. Lips formed into a shaky half-assed smile when you look up at him.

'Why is everything complicated?'

"Jin..." your words trail off when he holds up his hand and sadly shakes his head.

"No...you don't need to explain yourself when it's not even your fault. I fell in love with you knowing there was zero chance of you having those same feelings. It was all on me," he slowly walks to you only to stop when there were only a few spaces in-between.

A bright smile appears on his face, but you could still see the true pain that was held behind his eyes.

"Just know that cocky asshole you call a boyfriend will mess up, and it'll be to a point where he loses the best thing that has ever happened in his life," a shiver runs down your spine at the intenseness of his words.

With gentle movements, Jin pulls you to his chest and cups your face before placing his forehead against yours.

As your eyes close he continues to observe you. Wanting to have the sight of your face etched in his mind 'til the day he takes his last breath.

Even in a crying state such as this, your [Light/Brown/Dark] skin dulled from the lightning of the room as leftovers tears clung to the eyelashes underneath your puffy eyes, he still thought you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

And if he couldn't have you? Jin would still grow old with a smile knowing he got a chance to have someone like you in his life.

"Despite the dreams I have of us together...I will still stand for you even if I can't have you in reality."

He presses his lips unto yours, putting everything he has into the tender kiss before reluctantly parting away.

You're brought back from your frozen state and stare at him with wide eyes, heart stuttering from his actions.

Softly touching your lips, heat spreads over your face and ears.

The sound of your thundering heartbeat and Jin's retreating footsteps fill your head as he leaves you alone with your shambled thoughts.

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HOSEOK

"Oh my god! What are you doing?! Don't just stand there looking at it! Run bitch! Don't fucking go in that basement you dumbass! I don't give a damn if you hear movement down there! No don't look back- aaaand she's dead," you glare in annoyance towards a character that was in the scary movie.

Hearing a chuckle from the side, you turn your attention to Hoseok as he watches you scold the idiotic people for their mistakes.

"What?" You stuff more popcorn into your mouth with a huff, happily eating the only thing that's making the 'movie night' experience tolerable.

His eyes widen in shock now upon seeing that realizing you caught him and quickly turn towards the movie.

"N-nothing!"

Your eyes narrow in suspicion before shaking off his weird behavior and continue to watch the screen.

But it seemed that task was damn near impossible when the constant feeling of eyes gazing against your skin caused you to finally snap.

Eyes closed with a small annoyed groan, you turn off the TV. "Look Hobi, we've already been over this haven't we?"

Hoseok innocently looks at you as a light blush spreads across his face. "W-what? What do you mean my dearest ____?"

"You really think I don't see you looking at me with that look in your eyes?"

His once light blush turned into a full-out crimson wave that covered his entire face as he sheepishly looks at his hands. "Was...was I really that obvious?"

"Nooo, you totally were so notobvious with the constant sneaky glances and blushing cheeks that turned even redder whenever we made eye contact."

Hoseok lets out a small sigh. "Okay, I know you said no, but please just give me a chance. I promise to-"

He immediately stops talking at the sight of your raised hand. "Look, you are a very great person who would seem like an awesome boyfriend. But just not my boyfriend."

He shakes his head at your words. "____, I just know we're meant to be together. I said I love you, you said you love me-"

"I love you as a friend. Got it? Plus I only said that like once when I was high from those weed brownies Jin had made. Man! You're really not going down without a fight huh?"

"You know, I really think we are meant to be. I mean both of our signs are compatible and everything. I even know all the things you're allergic to just like you know mines." Hoseok says with a smile, ignoring all of the words that came out of your mouth.

"Oh my god! Just because we know things about each other doesn't mean anything. And I only told you because of that time you made me banana bread and my whole fucking face and hands got swollen even after I've specifically told you that I'm allergic to nuts. But your dumbass put almond paste in the damn bread!"

"All the more reason why I should be your man. You could've died if I wasn't there to call the ambulance."

You stare at him in disbelief, your eye begins to twitch in anger. "Now I know goddamn well-motherfucker! You were the one who caused me to go to the damn hospital."

"Shhh...don't worry babe, just calm down. We'll talk about us later okay?" He coos out, holding your face with care as he brushes away the wrinkles from your furrowed brows.

The room goes silent.

"Get out."

Hoseok looks at you in shock, startled from the calm tone you spoke despite the fire raging in your eyes.

"Are you okay? Do you need some tea? A foot massage? Back massage? You name it and I'll do it." He frantically asks and places his hands on your shoulders so that he could start on your command.

"Get. Out." You spit out the words as you look up at him, your eyes slowly forming into slits.

"Now you know I can't do that. No boyfriend should-"

"Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME!!" With a roar, you push the confused love-sick fool off your couch and towards the front door.

"Wait. I-"

"NO! You can't be reasoned with. I'm done being polite to your ass. Hit the road Jack! Siyahnara! Ducese! Ádios Amigo! Au revoir! Salut! Now bye!" Cutting off any possible explanation, you push him out the doorway along with his jacket and shoes.

Hoseok looks at you like a puppy who had its chew toy taken away. "We could be something great if you just give us a try ____!"

You let out a sigh of exhaustion, hands gripping your braids in frustration with his never-ending attempts.

"Hoseok...I've told you one, two, three, four, five-hell now six thousand times: I don't love you like that. Just as friends okay?"

He nods his head. "Yeah but-"

"Good to know you understand. Buh bye~" Cutting off his words with a bright smile, you slam the door shut in his face.

"But sweetheart, you can't do this to me...I love you." He whimpers out in sadness on the other side of the door.

You lean on it for a few moments, the occasional pleads from the man outside fill your head as he continues to stand outside in the cold.

'Goddammit! Doesn't he have anywhere else to go? The fuck he still doing out there?'

"I'm really doing this aren't I? Dammit ____! Why you gotta be so fucking nice?"

Slowly getting up off the door, you open it revealing a red-nosed Hoseok sitting on the ground in sadness.

"Hobi..." Hearing the soft calling of his name, he lifts his glassy eyes to meet your reluctant ones.

With a soft head nudge, a smile suddenly appears on his face before he quickly gets up and runs inside the warm building.

You close the door behind him and trudge to the living room.

Plopping down to the spot next to him, the TV was turned on once more. The light atmosphere from before the whole ordeal had returned.

"____?"

Finally dragging your eyes from the movie currently playing with a popcorn-filled mouth, you turn towards a quiet Hoseok.

"Hmm? Whut yuh wahn?" You mutter, eyes quickly going back to the screen while still munching on the crunchy popped kernels.

He doesn't answer making you grow agitated from his lack of words. "Bitch didn't you just hear me? I asked what the fuck you w-mm?!"

Your eyes widen at the sudden feeling of a pair of lips pecking your own. Snapping towards him, you catch sight of Hoseok running out of the room with a smile.

The sounds of his giggles echo around the apartment as you sit there in a frozen flustered state, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

"HOSEOK!!"

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YOONGI

"Oh my god, he's soooo hot! ____, do you think he'd hook up with one of us?" One of your lab partners whispers out as she and her other friends surround you.

You stiffen at the sound of your name being called. "Huh?"

The girls roll their eyes. "I said do you think he'll go with one of us. Weren't you listening?"

Your lips purse at her words. Pushing the sliding goggles up, you lift the tubes filled with unknown liquids in hand.

"Um...I really wouldn't know a lot about that. But as you can see here, we have to find out what these substances are. Don't you think it would be very efficient if we would all just do our part of the project? It'll make my work much easier."

They scoff at your words. "You always have your nose in a book or task. Relax for once! It's not like one failing grade is the end of the world."

You open your mouth ready to speak once more, but they cut you off and continue to fawn over the lone male that sat across the room.

'Now I know these motherfuckers didn't just...'

Eyes closing in frustration, you let out a tired sigh before finishing the rest of the work and collect your things.

"Mr. Go?" You call out to the teacher who was grading papers on his desk.

"Oh, ____! What brings you here?" With no words being said, you place the completed sheets of paper in front of him.

A small chuckle leaves the man once he picks up the sheets and analyzes the completion of the work that had only your handwriting on it. "Got tired of the gossip and left them behind?"

"Yes! I really cannot believe that they'll actually give up their chance of receiving a good path of education over some...dickhead." You rub your temple frustration and count backward in hopes of calming down.

A smile appears on Mr. Go's face at the way of words. "Okay, I understand. But since you used such foul language, you'll have to go help him over there."

Following the directions of where he was pointing, your eyes in horror. "What?! No please you can't-"

He raises his hands.

"Now you know I can't show favoritism among my students...even if you are my favorite." He puts on a frown, clearly struggling to stay serious and keep himself from laughing at your face.

"Fine," Your head lowers in defeat before crossing your arms with a sour pout, "but I want extra points for this."

Reluctantly making your way across the room, everyone goes quiet once they see where you were going.

Whispers begin to float in the air when you plop down in the empty seat and lay your head against the warm-toned body.

"I'm gonna take a hint and say that Mr. Go forced you to help me right?" His chest vibrates from laughter as you give a low whine in response.

"Yeah...and it's all your fault!" Leaning off him with a hiss, you send him a heated glare.

Yoongi looks at you in disbelief. "How the hell is it my fault? I haven't done anything!"

"You say that, but o-"

"____?" Turning at the call of your name, you see that it was one of your used-to-be lab partners with a tight smile on her face.

"Yes??"

Her face becomes bright red at the amount of attention she was receiving from your new partner.

"Um...why haven't you come back towards our table? You know we have lots to talk about and stuff." She grits, anger clearly showing through her fake concern.

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? You want me to go back?"

"Yeah, you are our lab-partner after all."

"Nah," a snort escapes your relaxed form, "I'd rather not go back. But thanks for the offer though." With a fake smile plastered, you turn away and lay down on the desk.

"Excuse me? Who do you think are?" Her voice rises in anger and embarrassment causing the classroom to go quiet.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows at you. Eyes slightly widening at the dark emotion that fell over your face.

Your desk screeches back as you stand up and face the dramatic girl with the over-glossed lips.

"Now I was nice enough to say thanks, but you pushing on my last few nerves. You really got me fucked up if you think my ass is finna go back only to hear you and your group threaten me and talk about how you want to hook up with my friend. Want him that bad? Here, you can take him!" You pick up his arm and hand it out to her.

"Hey hey! I didn't agree to whatever the hell this is! Leave me the fuck out of it." Yoongi pulls his arm back with a pout before glaring at the girl, "I think it's best you leave. I'd hate it if you got your ass whooped in front of everybody."

"Mr. Go!" She turns to your teacher with a frown, "aren't you gonna do anything about this?"

Any traces of amusement on his face immediately disappears once realizing students were now looking at him. "Huh?"

"They threatened me! Bullying shouldn't be tolerated right?!"

Mr. Go's face goes blank. "Um..."

"Mr. Go," both of their attention shifted towards your smiling face, "no need to worry. If it's really a problem, I don't mind going to the Dean's office to speak of how I, one of the school's top students, had an altercation with someone who's two grades behind. Matter a fact, I'll just go up there right n-"

"N-no need! It was just a misunderstanding. T-that's all!"

"You sure?" She nods her head with a pale face.

"Well thank you for your cooperation sweetie! Now, get the hell out of my face before I break yours."

Both humiliated and afraid, she storms off with a glare towards you.

You sit back down with a sigh as the room slowly went back to its talkative ways.

"Damn...that was hot. Why'd you have to be so mean babe?" Yoongi grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.

Lifting your head with a glare, you yank away from his hold. "Because Yoongi, I'm done being nice to those fake ass girls who only talk to me so they can get closer to you. And don't call me babe ever again, I'm not your girlfriend."

He pouts before laying down on your shoulder. "Why not?"

"Because you're my friend, and it's kinda weird when my friends use pet names with me."

He sighs in disappointment. "I really hate that."

You look at his frowning face in confusion. "You mean the pet names? Cause I really don't have a problem with them in general, just the intimate ones."

"Nah, it's the friend part. I hate the word friend when it's put in a sentence with you and me."

Your eyes close in irritation, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Come on Yoongi. I-"

"Did you know every time we hang out, people would've come up to me and say we look like a cute couple? Why can't we get together?"

"Look Yoongi, we've known each other for literally one school year. Not even connecting over the summer or breaks. Truth said I don't even date someone unless I've known them for at least two or three years. Plus they'll have to meet my parents and other family-it's just too complicated."

He goes silent as you rub your temples in exhaustion. "But I really like you, and I don't think it's just some middle school crush. Plus-"

You quickly cover his mouth before he could say anything else.

"My guy, haven't I made it obvious? Wasn't I clear enough when I told you this? We are friends and nothing more. Or do you want me to spell it out for you? F-r-i-e-n-d-s. Got it?"

Head nodding, the once happy glint in his eyes faded away into a dull gleam of disappointment.

Seeing that he gave up, you remove your hand and grab your notebook to write down notes for next week's test.

A few minutes passed of taking small peeks at the star athlete only to see him blankly staring at the desk.

With the pressure of guilt getting too much, you place the pencil down with a sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry if I made you upset or anything. But you have to understand that it's just how I am when it comes to dating."

Yoongi nods his head before a small smile appears. "I understand, and I'm sorry for misunderstanding you. I get what you're saying now."

You smile at his words. "Thank you, and-"

"I get that I'll just have to talk to you more, wait two more years, and meet your family until you're mine. And it won't stop there babe, not until a ring is sitting proudly on that finger of yours showing everyone we got married." The bell sounds as you look at him frozen, no words to say.

Having a bright gummy smile instead of the usual intimidating glare, Yoongi gives you a quick peck on the cheek with a wink. "I'll see you later ____. Or should I say, Mrs. Min? Damn...has a nice ring to it doesn't it?"

Your mouth opens to say something, but he leaves before any sound could come out.

Leaning against the chair your head shakes in disbelief when a sudden thought came to mind.

"Wait...he said married?!"

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