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ziggyzolch · 27 days

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Queen Bee-atch III (Regina George x reader)

These chapters have been up on ao3 and wattpad but I figured i'd put them here as well.

Warnings: Cursing, use of F-slur but its kind of stupid so dont worry

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“You look like hell.” It was Thursday and Janis had invited you over. “Thanks,” you mumble out while pushing past her into her house. You could navigate her house blind, it's basically your second home now. You go into her room and flop straight into her bed. “You still having trouble sleeping?” Janis asks while plopping down onto the floor. She was surrounded by music sheets and crumpled up paper, her guitar on the ground next to her. You sluggishly sit up and look at her, “Yeah, I just can’t stop thinking.” “About what?” “Nothing, I don’t know,” You push the palms of your hands against your eyes.

You and Janis have weekly jam sessions. Chilling with your best friend and learning new songs to play together was your favorite pastime. Damien joins occasionally and sings along since you and Janis can’t sing for shit. At least you think so.

“Let’s just find a song then you can nap on my bed or something.” Janis proposes. Getting up, you pick up the acoustic guitar at the corner of the room and make your way to where she was seated. This week was your turn to pick a song.

“You’ll love this song. I discovered it recently and-”

“It’s Alex G again, isn't it? The chords he uses are so weird!”

“Yeah but-”

“Please tell me you have another song.”

You sigh, “I really thought you’d agree to that one. Let’s just play ‘Where is Your Mind’ or something.”

Janis is tuning her guitar when you get a text from your mother.

-We’re going shopping. I expect you to be at the mall in 20 minutes.-

You groan and lay your whole body onto the ground. “I know I’m already here but can I get a raincheck on the session? My mom is dragging me to go shopping” You sigh while getting up. “Yeah, no worries.” Janis replies, unbothered. God you really needed to sleep.

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“Seriously, mother?” Your mom was holding up a pink shirt with ‘baby gurlz’ plastered on the front. She had dragged you to the mall to upgrade your wardrobe. You needed new clothes because, according to your mother, you looked like an ‘emo beggar’. Your mother rolls her eyes “You dress like a hobo that lives at Hot Topic, baby. No offense.” It’s been 3 hours since you came in and you hadn’t found anything you liked. You take the shirt out of her hands and place it back on the rack.

“Can we just go home? I have an English test tomorrow and I haven’t started studying.” The lie comes out easily. In reality, you just wanted to nap. It’s been 3 days and you’ve gotten a total of 2 hours of sleep. A sigh comes out of your mothers mouth, “You know what, go sit in the car, you’re wearing whatever I buy you. Your outfit is going to be on your desk tomorrow morning.” She could buy you a dinosaur onesie and you wouldn’t care, you just wanted to nap.

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Unsurprisingly, the nap plan didn’t work out. You passed out eventually though, an hour before school, but at least it was something. You were now at your locker, clad in a white crop-top and baby blue skirt that was way too short. You hadn’t actually realized what your mother had picked out until a wide-eyed Damien grabbed your shoulder and dragged you to the bathroom. “Girl, what are you wearing? Also, did you lose weight?” You look at Damien confused, until you turn to the mirror. “Oh what the f-”

“Damien? What poor girl did you drag- the fuck?” Janis looks at you in shock, Cady standing behind her, while you stare back equally mortified. “You look like a pastel emo, dude.” Janis says while walking up to you and spinning you around. You stomp your foot. “Stop! I already feel bad enough.” You whine while pushing Janis off you and turning back to the mirror. Damien walks up behind you and stops your hands that were pulling at your shirt. “Girl you got bod, and those clothes lowkey look good on you.” Your eye roll is interrupted by the bell ringing. Shit.

Your thoughts start going crazy as you’re walking to English class. God they can see my legs! They probably know you don’t usually wear skirts. They’re probably all like: ‘look at her. You know she usually doesn’t wear skirts?’

Before you know it, you're sitting at your desk in English class, looking at your notebook. When did you get here? Huh, time flies when you’re having fun. You’re giggling at your own joke when you hear someone clearing their throat next to you. Regina?

“Did you hear anything I just said? Are you even actually physically present? It’s like I’m talking to a wall.” Regina raises an eyebrow waiting for a response. “Oh uh, hi.” You mumble out pathetically. She lets out a mocking ‘hi’ before continuing, “Anyways, I’ll pick you up after school for our project.” Project? What? You look up at the board and finally notice the list of instructions written down for a book report you had to do, with details of the partners the teacher had assigned. How much of the class had passed? Your question is answered when the bell signaling the end of the period rings.

You stand up too fast and start swaying before Regina gets up and holds you by your waist to steady you. “Woah there, slow down babe,” She pauses and looks you up and down. She bends down slightly to stare directly into your eyes and taps your cheek, “Cute outfit. See you after school.”

She packs her things and walks past you into the hallway.

You really need to sleep.

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It's like the bottom of your skirt was a mountain climber the way it kept hiking up with every step you took. At least it's almost the end of the day. One more period and you'd be on your way home. You were dragging your feet across the hall when you felt a slap on your ass. You turn around to see one of the jocks ,that you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of, smirking down at you.

Curse him out! Why are you just standing there? Your mouth flops open and closed like a fish, trying to come up with a devastating insult.

"F-Faggot."

...What the fuck? Your eyes widened. Before you could properly process what you said, you were pushed up against a locker with the jock impossibly close to you. "Say that again, slut." He grits his teeth, pushing you further into the locker. You're suddenly released and a very angry Regina was holding him by his shirt collar. "Apologize to her." You'd hate to be on the receiving end of the glare she's giving him. He scoffs, "You've gotten soft, Regina. Anyways, I was just giving her a compliment!" Regina's eyes somehow harden even more. "If the next words that come out of your mouth aren't an apology, Shane. I swear to god." His confidence falters and he eventually mumbles out an apology. "Walk away, and take your micro-penis with you."

Regina hears a giggle from below her and her eyes soften as she sees you on the floor. She helps you up and adjusts your clothes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's whatever."

She stares at you for a second.

"Take out your phone."

"What? Why-"

She pulls your phone out of your hand.

"I'm putting in my number, idiot."

What?

"For the project? I'm picking you up after school, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Pfft. Totally."

Giving your phone back and rolling her eyes, she turns away and leaves. From the corner of your eye you catch Janis and Damien stomping over. "Dude, why were you talking to Regina? Also our plan is working, Caddy's growing on them." You look at Janis, confused before she continues, "You need to sleep dude. Whatever we have health together let's find Caddy and get to class." Damien puts his arm around you and you all start walking. "What were you talking about with Regina, by the way?" He questions while adjusting his arm around you, "We got paired up for a project. A book report or something." You avoid bringing up the fact that you got harassed.

You love Janis and Damien, truly, but they tend to be a little overprotective. "Hah! What a nightmare!" Janis laughs. You look down at the floor, your face turning slightly red, mumbling, "She isn't that bad." The conversation dies out as you approach the classroom, Cady greeting you at the door. "Hey! So, Aaron invited me to this Halloween party..." Cady's voice fades as you sit down and put your head down onto your desk.

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"Nice room, Blondie." You say, going further into Regina's room. She had been waiting for you outside the school in her convertible, making it impossible for you to get out of spending time with her. Despite her recent tolerability, you couldn't forget how she used to treat you.

Regina smiles, "Thanks, Y/N. It was my mom's but I made her trade it."

"Woah. 'Y/N'? Are you going soft on me, Blondie?"

"Shut up."

You walk around her room and spot a couple of vinyls. Green day? My Chemical Romance? The Yeah Yeah Yeahs? The Strokes! What!

"Blondie, you have taste?"

Regina flips around and stomps towards you, taking the 'Stereophonics' vinyl out of your hands. "Stop going through my shit, Gerard." Back to square one.

She watches you adjust your skirt and pull at your shirt uncomfortably. Walking into her closet, she finds a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt she hadn't worn in years. You were awkwardly standing in the middle of her room before you felt a bunch of clothes hit your face.

The shock passes and you smile at her gratefully while she rolls her eyes and takes a seat at her desk. Should you go to her bathroom? Whatever, she's already seen you shirtless. Her face turns red while she pretends not to notice you changing in front of her. You finish up and take out your laptop, taking a seat on the floor. She swivels her chair to face you, "So, what book were you thinking?" You look up at her, slightly shocked. You didn't think she'd give you a choice.

"Oh. Uh. The Bell Jar?"

"Too bleak."

"It ends nicely though!"

"No! Pick something else."

"Okay, uh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation?" You propose with an eyebrow raised.

She glares at you.

"Are all the books you read just about mentally ill women?"

You sigh, "Pretty much. Oh! What about Matilda!"

She opens her mouth to argue, then pauses for a moment.

"Actually that doesn't sound too bad. Matilda it is."

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An hour passed before Regina looked up from her report and found you curled up on her floor, your laptop discarded to the side. After putting away your laptop, she approaches you and stares down at you. Hands on her hips, she looks around before letting out a breath and picking you up. "Gina?" You mumble out.

She shushes you and places you on her bed. "No. No, it's fine. I have to finish the report." Attempting to sit up, you whine when she pushes you back onto her bed. "We have a week till it's due. Rest." She leaves no room to argue as she tucks you in. "No! Oh wow. Your bed is so comfortable." Your eyes start drifting close and the last thing you see is Regina placing a kiss on your head.

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"I mean I've been dressing up as a mouse since freshman year, why would I change now?" Karen's voice takes you out of your blissful slumber. How long have you been asleep? "You're barely even a mouse, Karen." You could hear Gretchen reply. The sun had started setting, from what you could tell. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room. Gretchen and Karen were sitting on the floor while Cady was laying above the sheets next to you. "Hey sleepyhead!" Cady pinches your cheek and tackles you when you try to push her away. She straddles your waist and starts tickling you. "Dude!...Stop!" You say in between giggles.

"What's going on here?" Regina must've been in the bathroom, "Finally up? I was getting ready to call the funeral house, Gerard." She was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. You accidentally glance down at her chest and turn away quickly, blushing, unaware of Regina's knowing smirk. She must've changed when you wear asleep.

Cady finally stops her assault on you. "Ha. Ha" You roll your eyes, moving to get up when Cady grabs your arm and pulls you back down, "Did you wrestle a bear or something?" Looking down to see what she was talking about, you notice a huge hand shaped bruise on your shoulder. You can feel everybody's eyes on you. "Oh, I fell during PE. It's nothing" You shrug her hand away and rub your shoulder, walking towards the walk-in closet, ignoring Regina's eyes burning a hole in your back. Bending down to pick up your clothes, a bright pink book catches your attention.

"Hey. Why didn't you tell Cady about Shane- No!" Regina's eyes widen as rushes towards you and pulls the book out of your hand. It's too late, your page had been the first one you found when you opened the book. Standing up, your voice wavers, "Thank you for being so accommodating, I'll get out of your hair now." You bump your shoulder into her getting out of the closet, hurting yourself more than her.

The silence that followed after you slammed the door on your way out was loud. Regina plops down next to Karen and Gretchen, Cady following after her. Running her hands through her hair, Regina sighs and stares at her bedroom door.

"Fuck."

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nanatown · 9 months

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— let me in ; park jisung

# : fluff, slight angst if u like.. squint, established relationship.

warnings : nothing much, just a slightly mad jisung. (not proofread!)

💬 : ehe... im back

word count . . . 0.4k !

you wake up to the sound of not so quiet footsteps entering the living room. your boyfriend, jisung, stands infront of you clearly tired but also struggling fall asleep.

you and jisung had a minor argument just a few hours ago. you knew he didn't mean anything he was saying, he was just having a bad day, but you just had to tease him. just a bit.

"If you hate it so much why dont you go sleep on the couch then?" he mutters, loud enough for you to hear.

your mouth opens slightly agape, in shock "oh, really? you SERIOUSLY want me to consider that?" you reply, trying not to giggle at your cute (upset) boyfriend.

"yeah, babe, you can go sleep outside for all i care-" he pauses, suddenly cut off with a sarcastic gasp. he huffs and leaves to your bedroom, locking the door in the process.

you laugh, yelling out "babe, you cant lock me out of my own bedroom!" — "I just did."

hurriedly, you run and beg him to unlock the door.

"no! I told you, you can sleep outside if you really cant stand it. get out of my face!" he exclaims angrily through the wooden door separating the two of you.

you smirk, amused. soon rummaging through the house for a spare blanket.

Its now 3:32 am, and your boyfriend here is tiredly begging you to come back to bed.

"babe, please come. back." he says softly, with a sweet genuine tone. "I'm sorry Ji, for whatever we had earlier." - "no i'm sorry, I didn't mean to say all those mean things to you and I really didn't want you to sleep out in the cold either-"

your lips cut him off as they softly land onto his. jisung puts his right hand on the right side of your face to deepen the kiss. all of your kisses felt very loving, but not this one, this time, it felt more than that.

It felt like he needed you a lot, more than usual. he needed you in his arms all cozy and cute. he really missed you, your scent, your face, your voice, your lips.

even if it was just for a few hours, it felt like he missed you forever. and you did too, very much likewise.

he pulled away and suddenly carried you bridal style, his lazy little feet walked all the way to the bedroom and you both went to bed as soon as he flopped on top of you.

jisung hates to admit it, but he can never sleep properly without you. especially when you're in the same building. he might aswell not sleep at all if you're not there to keep him warm.

[ written by © nanatown ! ]

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sunnyyangie · 2 months

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choi taeyang x f. reader

cw: cheating (not on theo/i dont condone this and yall shouldnt either), dom!theo, best friends/roommates to lovers, oral (r. rec.), penetration

“you’re home early.” your best friend, taeyang, calls out from your shared living room. he pauses the kdrama he’s been binging recently and puts all of his attention on you.

you sighed heavily as you take your shoes off and make your way over to the boy, flopping down on the couch next to him. “he ‘forgot’.” you start, rage filling your body as you recall the events. “i showed up to dinner, told the host his name for the reservation, they said there was nothing written down for it. then i think, ‘oh, surely he made the reservation under my name then? right?’, nope. i looked stupid walking out of that restaurant. then he doesn’t even answer my calls, but sends a text saying he’s busy and he’ll talk to me later. mind you, it’s our eight month anniversary, why the fuck is he busy? i’m seriously done with him. and i know i’ve said that before but i swear i’ll break up with him when i see him next.”

you finish your rant with a hot face, convinced there was steam coming out of your ears. taeyang has a sad look on his face as he pulls you in for a tight hug. you melt into his arms, grateful he’s always been the person you can count on, especially when dealing with your boyfriend.

taeyang has heard everything pertaining to him. from when he first confessed to you, to the first date, and to when the two of you made it official. you had also told your best friend about all of your (mostly bad) sex stories with your boyfriend, and how he could never make you cum.

taeyang also knows this isn’t the first time your boyfriend has ditched you or just has been a bad person in general. taeyang has tried telling you to leave him after hearing countless stories of him of his horrible behaviors. you just really thought he would change so you never even considered leaving him.

“do you need anything? to feel better?” your friend asks.

you pull away and think. “i just wanna forget about him.”

it was a blur. you’re not sure how you both got to his bedroom, or how your dress was already on the floor. how you were laying on his bed and how he was crawling on top of you.

“let me worship you like how you should be.” taeyang states, placing wet kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach. his fingers hook under your panties to slowly pull them off, tossing them on the floor.

he gently spreads your legs, licking his lips at the glistening sight. suddenly, he latches on to your clit, softly sucking while he massages your thighs. the two of you lock eyes, his deadly stare making you whine. “want your fingers. please.”

he hums against you and you shake in response. taeyang removes his mouth and says, “anything for my princess.” the nickname he had called you ever since you became close, since he was the prince, now giving you a newfound feeling to hearing him say it.

his lips attach to you once again as one of his fingers prods at your wet hole, easily slipping in. a second finger sliding into your warmth when he notices no signs of discomfort.

your sighs turn to soft moans, your hands finding home in his long hair, pulling at him so he can be closer. he switches between flicking his tongue and sucking at your clit while he curls his fingers inside of you.

“i’m close, please don’t stop, tae.” you whine, rocking your hips against his face, lost in the pleasure. taeyang groans against your pussy, the vibrations immediately sending you to your orgasm as you moan loudly.

while you calm down from your climax, taeyang leaves kisses up your body. he then focuses on your neck, sucking at your skin, leaving marks.

“you’re so good to me, taeyang.” you run your hands through his silky hair, softly scratching at his scalp.

he presses a kiss against a newly made hickey before he pulls back to look you in the eyes. “of course, y/nn. you deserve to be treated well, just like a princess.” taeyang places more kisses against the corner of your mouth and against your jawline.

“god, i’ve always loved when you called me that. he would always be so jealous of you and our connection, especially when he heard you call me nicknames.” you admitted. your boyfriend basically hated taeyang. you were very close to your roommate as he was your best friend, so naturally your very toxic boyfriend began to resent him, even moreso when you let taeyang call you princess.

“not surprised. he would barely even look my way whenever he would come over to be with you.”

you can recall the times that you and your boyfriend would be chilling in the living room; how taeyang would come home and the way that your boyfriend would completely ignore him.

“i’m sorry i let it happen. i mean, i really did try reassuring him and trying to get him to like you, but he was just so stubborn.” you explain to him. “i should’ve taken your advice, and, well, all my friends and family told me the same.”

taeyang kisses you, his soft lips feeling like heaven. “don’t apologize, baby. i’m just glad you’re finally done with him.” he kisses you once again. “now you can be all mine.” he flashes you a bright smirk.

“i’d like that a lot.” you blush. “you know, i still need to forget about him, could you continue helping?” you twist his hair in your fingers, biting your lip with a smile.

“of course, my princess, anything. whatever you want.” taeyang drags his fingers down your body to play with your clit, making you squirm.

“can you fuck me?” you look up at your best friend with big doe eyes.

taeyang curses under his breath, “fuck. yeah, baby. i’ll take care of you.” he slips out of his sweatpants and boxers, and you clench around air when your eyes meet his hard cock. knowing that you haven’t even touched him yet and he was already leaking made your cheeks warm.

he grabs a pillow and tells you to lift up, sliding the plush fabric underneath your back. “are you sure you want this?” he worries, sliding on a condom.

“yes, i’m positive.” you smile at him. “please, just help me forget him.”

taeyang nods, “i got you, y/nn.” he kisses you reassuringly. “let me know if you’re ever uncomfortable.”

he leans back to line his cock up with your pussy; the tip just prodding at your lips, teasing your hole. you wiggle your hips and whimper to get him to hurry. taeyang lets out a soft chuckle as he slowly pushes into you, the two of you softly sighing at the pleasure.

taeyang is slow with his movements. making sure you’re able to take him with every short thrust, before he dives a bit deeper each time.

when he presses fully into you, you bite back a moan, pressing a hand over your mouth. your best friend grabs your hand and presses it against the pillow that your head rests on. “wanna hear you moan for me, princess.” taeyang demands, pulling himself almost completely out of you before thrusting back in with a quicker pace.

you whine loudly at the feeling of his dick dragging against your walls and how he nearly hits your sweet spot. you’re certain your entire face is red with how hot it feels because of him. “tae, you feel so good, shit. fuck me so, ah, well.”

your free hand reaches for him and he leans in closer to you as you wrap your arm around his back to let your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

taeyang pants, hot breath on your neck as he leaves marks on you. “all mine.” you arch your back, your chest bumping into his at the way he’s been worshipping you.

he uses his free hand to grab your waist and pin you into the bed. feeling how his cock drags through your cunt, you moan as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“need more, yangie.” you plead. you’re close. butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“i got you, baby. fuck, i wish you could see how you look right now.” his hand presses against your stomach, your nerves on fire. “my pretty girl.” taeyang presses his thumb against your clit while still creating pressure on your belly. you writhe against his touch, this feeling foreign as your soon to be ex never gave you an experience like this before. “god, i can’t get enough of you.”

“i’m all yours now.” you barely manage to tell him through your whines. “you can always have me.”

he grunts, clearly affected by your words, and starts rubbing your clit. you sob out, the heat between your legs feeling hotter than ever. “come for me, princess. and scream my name.” his low voice makes everything inside of your unravel.

your loud moans of his name and a string of curse words fill the room as you reach your peak. feeling the way your pussy clenches around him sets his orgasm off with groans.

as he slows down once you’re both catching your breath, he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses to calm you down. you softly rub his back, knowing you’ve left countless scratch marks on taeyang.

“i’ll break up with him tomorrow so-“

your sentence is stopped with his lips colliding with yours. “we’ll talk about it in the morning, princess. for now, let’s just clean up and rest.” taeyang reassures you.

you smile at the boy and give him a soft, “okay,” as he gently lifts you up and leads you to the bathroom.

#p1harmony smut #p1harmony imagine #p1harmony x reader #choi taeyang smut #choi theo smut #piwon hard hours #piwon smut #p1harmony hard hours

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theywantedplayer · 1 year

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can you please write something about trevor with how recently he’s been like picking fights? also i love your writing sm!!!🫶❤️

AN-There were two people that wanted ones that were similar to this topic I'm going to write all of them but a different scenario bc i LOVE ANGST

You and Trevor have been arguing back and forth for a little while now in the middle of your living room.

“Trevor you can't keep picking fights it's not okay”you told him he was acting like a child right now not able to own up to what he was doing “ Trevor you could get hurt! seriously hurt!”

“y/n I'm fine I'm not going to get hurt” he yelled with one hand on his hip and the other Moving anytime he talked. His nostrils are flaring as he took deep breaths Trevor was very frustrated his hair was a mess from running his hand through it which was a habit when he got over emotional.

“ Trevor”You Sighed you wanted this to end “You get into a fight almost every single game why can't you just let it go”

“Let it go? LET IT GO!” He yelled “you don't hear what they say on the ice y/n, trust me if you heard them you'd be acting the same way I would be” He argued again

it was like arguing with a wall, you were so frustrated your eyes started to tear up. A frustrated grown left you as you ran your hand down your face

“Trevor please” You pleased “I cant keep doing this” you turned and walked back to the bedroom “I'm going to bed” you were too Exhausted to continue this argument you just wanted to go to get ready for bed you were almost through the doorway until Trevor's voice stopped you.

“They talk about you ok” Trevor Admitted

You paused in the doorway to look at trevor, He looked so Distraught and Worn down

“They chirp me by saying things about you ok…there so how do you expect me not to say anything”

You took a couple steps towards him now back to where you were standing before.

“What do they say about me?” You asked but Trevor never answered “Trevor what do they say?” you asked again

“You don't wanna know” Trevor told Sighing as he flopped on the coach

“Trevor if it makes you wanna fight I think id want to know” You told a little more ferm this time

There was a long pause before trevor answered

“Trevor what do they sa-” “A no good puck bunny slut”

“What?” you whispered, you're not gonna lie it stung to hear that someone thinks that off you.

Some tears started to fill your eyes at the thought of it

A groan left Trevor lips when he saw the tears in your eyes “This is why I didn't want to tell you I knew you were gonna get upset and I hate seeing you upset” He Admitted reaching out his hands telling you to come over. You stood in front of him looking down at him threw tears, Trevor grabbed the Back of your thighs pulling you into his lap.

“Baby come on dont cy, please im sorry” He wiped a few tears that fell from your eyes onto your cheeks

“No its ok” you told Placing your hands on his chest “I just- stop getting into fights trevor” you pleaded “please I mean it”

Trevor groaned as he buried his head into your chest making you laugh a little

“Mhnm” was all you could hear from your chest

“Come again?”

“Ok” He agreed “I’ll stop fighting”

You smiled softly, both your hands came up to play with his hair. He leaned his head up to look at you “thank you trevor” you smiled leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips.

You laid with trevor on the coach for a while until he fell asleep with his face in your chest

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feralforfrank · 2 years

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LOVE CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary you've been tasked to grab your clean clothes from the laundry room during a storm. little do you know, a certain someone has a similar task.

cw ANGST, but it's the last time. FLUFF. kind of bad writing. storms, thunder, the dark. feelings!!! miscommunication fr, definitely not how the navy operates, but idc. NON-DESCRPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

a/n THE LONG AWAITED LAST PT3 IS HEREEEE. im feeling kind of...weird about the ending. i like it, but i dont love it. i hope you peeps enjoy it, though!! sorry for taking so long to write and post it :/

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Sunday noon came around quicker than you wanted it. You'd slept until eleven and elected to stay in bed until it was time to eat. When that time came, you ate Penny's homemade burritos that Nix had sneaked in without the boys seeing.

The two of you ate in your bed and then laid back down. Phoenix was literally on top of you, her hands supporting her head. If Hangman were to walk in now, he'd never let her live this down. Badass Nix with messy bed hair, practically cuddling her heartbroken friend. It was a rare sight.

"I'm exhausted, Nix. I wish I'd never opened my goddamn mouth." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

You were tired. After your confession, you raced back here, flopped under the covers and cried, much like the night before. You wanted to take everything back—every word, movement and facial expression. Rooster hated you, and that was the only way you could get close to him—the hatred—but now you've shattered that wall.

He doesn't like me. I ruined whatever connection we had. Fuck that stupid mouth of mine. Why did I have to react so poorly both times? He's not mine. I want him to be mine. No. Yes. Fucking hell, this headache. Can't we go back to normal—our normal? That has been your train of thoughts for God knows how long, and it was seriously tiring you out.

"Everything will work out for you. Rooster is full of surprises," Phoenix responded reassuringly.

You looked at her weirdly. "What kind of fucking riddle is that? Have you lost your mind?"

She just laughed, sitting up. "Shut up. I know what I'm saying."

You were about to reply when the screech of the bunkroom door caught your attention. "Oh my God!" Fanboy shouted, closing the door again. "Am I interrupting something?"

You snorted. "Have you never heard of knocking?" You yelled back.

"What are you doing on top of each other, man?" He sounded traumatised. You giggled.

"None of your business!"

"Whatever, man. I came in to tell you it's going to storm real hard soon. Prepare for a blackout."

"Okay, thanks!" You hear the shuffling of feet moving away from your door and groan.

Phoenix makes a move to stand up. As if she knows what you're thinking, she speaks up. "I'm not going."

"Oh, please, Nix! You know how much I hate it down there! Especially if it's storming out," you whine but to no avail.

"You're in the Navy, for Christ's sake. And it's a quick job. Go in, grab the clothes, and come back. I already put them in the dryer. You only have to fetch them."

You groan but get up as well, blindly searching for your phone and earbuds. If you were going in that dark, scary laundry room, you'd at least do it your way. And who's a better companion than Taylor Swift?

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It was early in the evening when all lights shut off. The heater in your room stopped groaning, and you concluded that the expected blackout was happening now. Nix was sleeping in her bunk above you, and you sighed. You'd put off going to the laundry room in hopes of Natasha changing her mind, but there was no way you were getting out of it now.

You really didn't want to face Bradshaw, and there was a big chance you would in the hallways. Unfortunately for you, no one has invented time travel yet, so you're destined to bump into him at some point. You work together, for fuck's sake. It's impossible to ignore him forever.

So, you gather yourself, put a hoodie over your t-shirt with the nearest civilian shoes, and plug your earphones before pressing play on Taylor Swift and blindly find the door. The backup generator is up and running, for the hallway lights are on.

A few people are conversing and leaning on their bedroom doors. Some greet you with a nod and a smile, and you shoot them one back, ducking your head so as not to be spotted by your friends—who are likely hanging out with Rooster.

You arrive at the laundry room and immediately get to work. There's no one else in here, and it's cold. You feel like a child, shivering in fear as if a ghost will pop up from a corner. The music is blasting, and you're grateful, for the eeriness of this place makes you jumpy. Fuck, it's so dark.

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley was also on laundry duty. He'd put it off as much as he could, even paying Hangman to do it once. He hated the silence in that freezing room and how far away it was from everyone.

So, here he was, trying to walk as quietly as possible; so no admiral ghosts pop up to scare him. Lucky for him, he only had to put them in the bin, press a few buttons and be out of there in seconds.

He's startled when he sees you. Well, he spots your back, but he knows it's you. The unmistakable Taylor Swift tune reaches his ears. Bradley leans against the doorframe, watching as you bop your head and slightly move your hips while you hum the lyrics.

He chuckles. Your undying love for the singer was the cause for your callsign, although not many people knew that. You made up a story about how quick you're in the air—that's why people call you that. But he knows.

And he loves his knowledge over that little detail about you because it's so significant. Bradley loves memorising things about you—from how you struggle to french braid your hair to how you like Heineken beer more than Corona because you don't like the stupid connection it has to Fast and Furious.

I miss you. The words are on the tip of Rooster's lips, but he doesn't dare say them. He wanted to give you space and time to rethink your words because—surprise, surprise—he's been in love with you for God-knows-how long. And he wants you to love him back, truly, but he doesn't want to freak you out. So, he'll gladly settle with watching you dance to Taylor while trying to hide the fond smile taking over his features.

A loud crack of thunder startles the both of you. The place goes completely black. Bradley moves off the doorframe, but you drop the half-filled basket with a gasp. A soft fuck escapes your lips, and Bradley decides to close the distance between you and help.

His hands look for your waist, wanting to help you up. He hadn't thought about how isolated you were from the world. You don't have time to move away from the hands circling around you, and a yelp escapes your lips when you hit something solid. One earbud falls off in the process.

You fight to move away and swat the person—God, please let it be a person and not an actual fucking ghost—with a shirt. You cry for it to get away, but the arms find your waist again while the person hushes you.

Bradley. It's Bradley. He's holding you tightly, shushing you, and you gulp deep breaths, trying to calm down. Your heart beat fast from what has happened, and because holy shit, Bradley Bradshaw is holding you.

You have to move away—your skin is on fucking fire. So much for ignoring him.

You push him, turning on your phone's torch. "What the fuck, Bradshaw? I almost had a heart attack." You hit him with the shirt you're still holding.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I was here to do my laundry, but the lights went out." He leaves out the part where he watched you dance. "I heard your basket fall, and I wanted to help."

And suddenly, oxygen is no longer making its way to your lungs, and your whole body is tense. Bradley is right here, in front of you, staring at you with his hands on his hips. And he also knows how you really feel about him. He has to go now.

"You, uh, you can go do your thing," you stutter, pushing your hair out of your face, your eyes never finding his. "I'll finish this on my own."

"No." It's nothing but a statement. "I'm not leaving you all alone down here."

Your heart warms, and the corner of your mouth lifts oh-so-slightly.

"Aren't you doing your laundry?"

"Fuck that. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Alright." You get back to picking your clothes out of the bin.

The silence between you lies somewhere between tense and comfortable. You feel at ease with Rooster here, knowing that no harm will come to you before him, but you can't help but feel awkward since he knows about your feelings now. The lights turn back on, and you have to make your blush disappear before he notices.

You ignore how your stomach turns—butterflies and anxiety—and close the washing machine bin's door when you finish. Well, you at least try to. The door won't latch, making you look like an idiot pushing the washing machine for no reason.

"Here, let me help." Oh my fucking God.

Rooster is hovering above you now, his hand replacing yours. He pushes the machine's door hard, and you hear the satisfying click.

You can feel his breath down your shoulder, but you try not to tense. Your head spins to him involuntarily, and your eyes meet his. Your eyes fall from his eyes to his lips, and he does the same. Oh my God. Does he want to kiss you?

Your question is answered three long seconds later by him crushing his soft lips onto yours. It's like how all those novels and poets describe it. Instant fireworks. Your body tingles, and your heart pounds so hard that you think it'll rip off your chest. His hand encircles your waist, and you tighten your hold around a random shirt.

He's doing this out of pity. And just like that, the dream you've had for God knows how long is shattered by your own thoughts. You have to pull away.

"W-We can't do this, Rooster."

Your eyes meet his as you touch your lips. They're tingling, scratch that, your whole body feels like it's been electrocuted. He looks hurt and confused as he pants a few feet away from you.

"Why?" It sounds so sad.

"B-Because you don't like me, Rooster. I know you hate me, but I don't want something I've dreamed of for so long to get destroyed because of your silly antics." You sound even sadder.

"Is that what you think?"

"It's not a thought, Bradshaw. I know it. I've seen it with my own eyes." Tears have gathered in your eyes. Fuck, those mood swings.

Bradley exhales deeply. "I don't hate you, Swift. Never in my life have I felt what I feel when I'm around you. I feel all hot and tingly when you walk past me. My cheeks burn like a kid when your comments involve my love life, because deep down, I want you to be the protagonist of my fantasies, not some random girl I met at the Hard Deck.

Your jokes and your talent, your wit and your beauty—I love them. Your charm and ability to persuade everyone into doing chores for you are my favourite. I love listening to you talk, sarcastically or not, because you always have something to say.

Do you know how many times I've eavesdropped on you and Phoenix so I could learn more about you? I know about your hatred for Fast and Furious movies, your obvious Taylor Swift adoration, and the one time you got hammered and thought you were talking to her.

I love knowing all those details about you, and it's not because I can use them against you. They're what make you...well, you! You're nothing like the girls I've met in my life. You're extraordinary, and I..."

He hesitates.

"Is this...Did Natasha put you up to this? I swear I don't want your pity and fake love confessions, Bradley. You don't have to pretend to be in love with me—"

"But I am! I am madly in love with you. The kind of love that is so dangerous and—and so crushing. I want to be with you every second of the day, annoy you, and make you smile. It's all I've ever wanted for years now."

Your eyes are wide and glossy, eyebrows raised in shock and confusion, and so many emotions.

"I love you, Swift," he confirms.

"Prove it." Your words are merely a whisper.

Despite the hard rain and thundering outside, your voice is the only melody in Bradley's ears. And he doesn't hesitate. He crushes his lips against yours again, this time with hunger, passion, frustration and love. You kiss back with just as much force, but before you know it, you're pulling back, gasping for breath.

Bradley's hands are cupping your cheeks, and his forehead is touching yours. Your breaths mingle as you stare up at him. Your fingers grip his shirt tightly.

"Is that enough proof for you?" He whispers.

You lightly shrug. "I still haven't forgiven you for almost calling me a slut." That's a lie—you have. You forgave him as soon as your head hit the pillow yesterday. He didn't mean it.

He sighs a long, sad sigh. "Please, let me make it up to you. I was a—a jerk. A complete and utter idiot. I don't deserve your love, but please, I need it. Give me a chance to prove how much I love you." Your heart clenches, and a smile tugs at your lips.

"You can make it up to me as long as you want, Bradley Bradshaw."

He smiles back, and you think; this is it. This is heaven on earth. Bradley Bradshaw—the man you've longed for so long—smiling at you with nothing but adoration. You're heart feels light and free.

You don't want the moment to end.

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Teddy bear - 3 : how is he TWEETING??

*⁀➷synopsis ! : on your birthday one of your best friends, soobin, gifts you an adorable teddy bear. you keep it all day once he gave it to you, carrying the adorable thing around for your entire birthday day and going to sleep with it that night. the next morning you wake up with.. a man in the place of your precious bear?! he doesn't have a name and he looks at you like you hung all the stars and.. did he just say he WAS the bear?

wc(0.8k)

there are tweets at the end

beomgyu was.. definitely a character. it was obvious he knew nothing of the human world, he acted almost like a child. he was bubbly and loud and extremely curious. you had to hold onto his sleeve to even keep him from running off.

"so.. you sure are energetic." you commented while you made a simple breakfast, keeping an eye on him through your peripheral. he was wandering around the kitchen curiously, observing the plates and cutlery.

"am i? this is how all humans act, right?" beomgyu responded simply, picking up a fork to inspect it. he poked the top of the prongs curiously. "all the little humans ive seen are just like me... am i acting unnatural?"

little humans?

oh, he must be talking about kids. it made sense. he did used to be a teddy bear in the kids section, no wonder he thought all people acted like a kid. now, his childish behavior began to make sense.

"hmm not really. you've probably only seen kids, but its alright ill help you adapt." you responded, looking back towards the eggs you were cooking.

honestly, you didnt know if there was a way for beomgyu to be a bear again. it was weird how this even happened but he acted so unnaturally that you believed him.

you glanced back over to see beomgyu picking up a knife; causing your eyes to widen.

"woah! put that down." you said quickly, running over to take it away from him. god, would you have to child proof your house or something?

beomgyu just sulked a bit but let you take it away. he still seemed infatuated with you. honestly you couldnt tell why he was that way, maybe it was gratitude?

"okay so i still need to go to work today, so that means i need you to stay here." you began while scraping the eggs onto two plates and setting them down at the living room table. you gestured for him to sit down, which he quickly did before fully focusing on you.

"first of all we need some ground rules." you began before gesturing for him to eat. he seemed confused, so you internally sighed a bit before taking a bite of your eggs as well to show him how. once he seemed okay on his own, you continued.

"first, under no circumstances will you open the door or go outside. i dont care what the person says, i have a key i wont need you to open the door." you stated seriously, making sure he nodded before continuing.

"secondly, please dont break anything or hurt yourself. i dont have a way to contact you if something happens." you added simply, watching him basically devour the eggs. it might just be the first thing hes ever tasted.

"okay, thank you for not throwing me out yn.." beomgyu mumbled softly, mouth full.

you couldnt help but smile at him, maybe this wouldnt be so bad. he wasnt horrible company or anything and he was cute.

you two sat together for a few minutes just eating. you didnt say anything, but beomgyu didnt either. he seemed to only talk when spoken to.

checking the time, you sighed and stood up. "i need to go now, remember the rules." you stated as you took up both of your plates and placed them in the sink, you could wash them later.

"ill see you when i get home, alright?" you said as you slipped your shoes on, looking back at him.

beomgyu just smiled and nodded his head vigorously, his hair flopping around and the ears on his head staying up cutely. "bye yn, have a good day!" he called out as you closed the door.

once you were gone, beomgyu stood in front of the door for a few minutes just staring. he didnt know what to do with himself once he was alone. finally, he turned around and decided to explore some more.

beomgyu walked throughout the entire house, peeking his head into each room curiously before eventually ending back up in your bedroom. he then noticed the interesting thing sitting open on your table. it was almost shaped like the childrens books hes seen, just bigger and much thinner.

curiously he picked it up before sitting down on your bed. he noticed the letters on the bottom of it, pressing one with furrowed brows.

suddenly, the black part lit up. he jumped a bit in surprise, eyes wide before tilting back the screen to look at it better.

"what is this..?" he whispered curiously, noticing the many different words across the screen.

"..'i dont want to go to work'.. " he read out, head tilted before deciding to press the big blue button on the screen. it took him a moment to figure out the mouse pad, but he did.