and his surprised face

One Of The Boys// Part  II

I am so fricking sorry that I haven’t posted in a while, but I had a bad writer’s block. I’m not really happy about the way this turned out, but I didn’t want you to wait any longer. This will also be not the last part of this story and  I would be so thankful if you could send me some story line ideas.

Hope you like it. xx (Typos and grammatical mistakes are probably everywhere, but whatever.) 

Summary: You and Shawn are best friends. Little did he know that you are in love with him. Unfortunately he is only looking at you like a little sister.

Shawn x Reader


“You are what?!” His face was showing pure surprise. You looked at him with a small smile and shrugged. Without giving his muffin another look, he placed it on the table, clearly having no appetite anymore.

“Look, it’s not like I’m leaving forever. I just wanted to do something new for once.” You tried to explain the sudden vacation plans you’ve made.

Few days ago you decided to change your appearance a little, but it was harder than you thought it would be, plus having Shawn around all the time, he  only distracted you, so you decided to visit your aunt. It wasn’t hard to convince your parents to let you stay at your aunts for a few weeks, after that everything else just happened and you were good to go. The only problem was that you didn’t have the time or guts to tell Shawn about it. So here you were, only three hours before your flight, telling your best friend that he had to spend the summer without you for the most part.

“I can show you new stuff, you don’t have to be at the other end of the country for that.” Shawn narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. You could feel your heart flatter by his words, but you tried to shake it off. He was just trying to be a good friend, but deep down you knew that he would forget about you faster than he’d think. Especially with Camilla being in town over the summer.


“I’ll be back before your birthday.” You softly said, giving him an apologizing look. Your eyes went to the clock on the wall, making you realize that you had to go.

“I need to leave now.” His eyes met yours and for a second you wanted to forget about everything, but you knew that if you wouldn’t go, he would never see you more than just  a little sister. Shawn was about to say something, but you gave him no chance. You hugged him quickly and rushed off, not having the courage to look at him one more time.

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Twenty-three days. You were gone twenty-three days, twelve hours and thirteen minutes. To you it felt like an eternity, mostly because you missed Shawn. You glanced over to his window, hoping to see his handsome face, but to your disappointment his room was empty. With a loud sigh, you turned to the full-length mirror on your wall and watched yourself. A smile crossed your lips.

It blew your mind how a little bit more afford and a helping hand could change someone’s appearance so much. The strapless short dress was showing off your body without being too revealing. You felt comfortable in it, even though you weren’t really a dress-person. It was the first dress you wore in a very long time and it was a bit strange, but in a good way. You applied a layer of a soft pink colored lipstick and checked your make-up for the hundredth time. Being pleased with your appearance, you decided it was time to go.

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The music was blasting. People were standing everywhere, drinking, talking and having fun. It was already dark outside and the whole garden was decorated with string of lights, making it all cozy and romantic. Making your way through the crowd, you got more and more nervous. There were few people looking up to you, but none of their faces seemed familiar to you.

“(Y/N) is that you?” You turned around, facing a shocked Geoff.

“Hey, Geoff.” You simply said giving him a sincere smile. His shocked expression went to a happy smile as he hugged you tightly.

“You look amazing!” He took a step back and looked at you once more, still with an unbelieving expression. Your cheeks turned red and you bit your lower lip, giving him a thankful nod.

“Have you talked to Shawn yet?” He asked.

“No, I haven’t seen him around actually.” You answered, looking around the backyard, searching for the tall boy. Geoff also looked around, but didn’t seem to find him either.

“Well, he should be somewhere around though.”

You talked a little longer, but than some guys called him, so he excused himself and left you by yourself again. You looked around once again and realized that you didn’t know many of the people around, but you figured that most of them were college friends of Shawn. Suddenly someone ran into you, spilling their drink on your dress.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” The person mumbled, looking at the cup in his hand and than at the mess they created. You were also looking down at your new dress, which was now soaked in alcohol.

“It’s fine.” You lied, trying to rub the wet spot away, giving the person a fake smile. A handsome guy with sparkling blue eyes and dirty blonde hair was standing in front of you, guilt written all over his face.

“No wait…” He looked around, when he didn’t find what he was looking for he pulled his shirt off and handed it to you. You looked at him, surprised by his sudden nakedness. When you didn’t take his shirt, he tried to clean it himself. Still perplex you watched him concentrating on the stain.

“I think you make it worse” You chuckled and looked at the stain getting bigger.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly. You were about to tell him that it was okay, when you finally spotted Shawn just a few feet away.

He was wearing a red flannel and his typical black skinny jeans. In one hand he was holding a drink while he was resting against the wall, facing Camilla. He threw his head back laughing at something she said. The nervousness which you forgot about was back again, your heart beating louder than the music. You watched him while he was intensely talking about something, still not aware about you starring at him. How could someone be so damn good looking without even trying? It was making you mad.  

Suddenly his eyes found yours and his jaw dropped. Camilla looked at him confused, but followed his eyes, just to see him starring at you. You quickly looked away, realizing that the guy, who spilled his drink over you was still standing next to you. He was telling you something, but you weren’t really listening. Shawn and Camilla made their way over to you.

“(Y/N)! Nice to see you again.” Camilla smiled at you. You smiled back, but didn’t feel like answering back, so you just nodded and turned your attention to Shawn. He was looking at you with an undefinable expression. You didn’t know what he would say about your new style and to be completely honest, it scared you.

“Happy Birthday.” You managed to say, giving him a quick hug.

“I’m glad you were able to come.” Shawn said, finally smiling at you. He looked at the shirtless guy next to you and pointed at him.

“So you both know each other?” He asked curiously. There was a sudden change in the color of his eyes, but you couldn’t put your finger on the reason behind it. You looked at the guy and he looked back at you, before you both started to laugh.

“Actually no, I accidentally run into her, spilling my drink on her dress. We were trying to clean it with my shirt. ” He pointed at your dress and gave you another apologizing look. Shawn narrowed his eyes.

“(Y/N), I’ll give you something else to wear and then we can clean the dress properly.”  

“No it’s okay… It isn’t really that bad.” You said, but Shawn already grabbed you by your wrist.

“Excuse us.” He said, pulling you away from Camilla and the shirtless guy.

On the way to his room, you weren’t talking at all. He wasn’t even looking at you and it made you mad. Shawn was acting weird and you didn’t understand why. When you arrived in his room, he closed the door and let go of your wrist. Still not looking at you, he went to his dresser. He opened a drawer and threw one of his t-shirts to you.

“Shawn, I can’t go back to the party wearing this.” You held up his gray Hogwarts-Shirt, rolling your eyes.

“Why not? You are wearing baggy t-shirts all the time.” He said watching you from the mirror, with his back still facing you.

“Not anymore.” You hissed, crossing your arms.

“Just get undressed and put that shirt on.” He said frustrated.

“No, I won't”

“What is your fucking problem?” Shawn threw his arms in the air.

You looked at Shawn with wide eyes, shocked about him swearing. Shawn wasn’t really the type to swear, only when he was really upset and for some reason he seemed to be pissed at you. You didn’t know why, because you did nothing wrong. But him treating you like that, made you angry too.

“I mean, what happened to you? Talking to a guy like Scott? And what is with the dress and the make-up and your hair? Since when do you dress..”

“Like a girl?!” You interrupted him. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

You waited for him to talk up, but he just stared at you. His eyes on you, made you feel more insecure than ever. Your gaze automatically went on the ground, not daring to move. Scared to see what happens next. Suddenly the door opened and both of you looked up to see who it was.

“Am I interrupting something?” Camilla appeared in the door way, a concerned look on her face. Before you could answer, Shawn was already talking.

“No, I was about to come downstairs anyways.” Without giving you another look, he past Camilla, who immediately went after him. Leaving you alone.


Shout out to @fan-of-many-bands who wanted to be tagged and to all the other people who liked the first part. :)

@its-a-goddamn-heartbreak

I deeply apologise for the general crapiness of this fic- I’ve just been really struggling to write anything at the moment cos of writers block and I just haven’t been there mentally either. But here is a little something anyway *throws at you and runs away and crawls back into hole*

So I decided to set this when Kal and Jax were still at uni together just to shake things up a bit! They’ve been dating 3 months at this point so are still a little awkward around each other when it comes to being vulnerable. I feel like Kal hasn’t had enough love recently so I chose this prompt next :)

“Evening” Kal mutters as he locks the door of their room behind him, chucking his key card on the table before promptly collapsing face first onto his bed.

Jax looks up in surprise from where he was busy sitting cross legged on his own bed trying to hack into his own laptop for research purposes.

“Kal!” He laughs, “be careful! You’re gonna break that bed if you keep on treating it like that! You’ll have to sleep on the floor!” He teases. Kal moans into his pillow and Jax feels slightly guilty. Kal’s only been in for barely a minute, but Jax can already tell something’s bothering him- Jax has learnt to read Kal and he’s clearly in one of “those” moods .

“Aww, I was only joking…” Jax reassures him, jumping up and bounding over onto and landing on Kal’s bed with if anything a bigger thud then Kal caused himself, although he’s half Kal’s size. “If you DO break your bed, you can always share mine.” He says cheekily, grinning hopefully.

Kal doesn’t look up but Jax hears him giggle slightly. However it’s clearly gonna take a little more than that to cheer him up.

“Is that an…invitation?…” Kal can’t help but quip back, lifting his head tiredly from the pillow and craning his neck to look at Jax.

Jax stops joking when he sees Kal’s face. “God Kal, you look dreadful! Are you feeling alright?! You’re all pale…” Jax frets, placing a gentle hand on Kal’s shoulder and scooting toward him. Kal closes his eyes and leans into Jax slightly, which only worries him more. Kal must be feeling really bad if he’s willing to give in this easy.

“Are you ok?” He says gently, placing a hand over Kal’s forehead to find an unnerving heat radiating from beneath his hand. “Oh, you’re not are you, you poor thing! You’re not well…”

Kal shrugs in submission. “I haven’t been able to keep anything down all day…” he states miserably, his hand involuntarily going to his aching and sick stomach as he recalls the events of the day: struggling to keep his stomach where it belonged for most of the lecture before running out half way through to throw up in the trash can by the door, before spending a couple of hours between various toilets and trash cans on a long winded journey back to the flat.

“What?” Jax exclaims in horror. “You’re actually SICK? What were you doing gallivanting round campus when you needed to be in bed! Honestly Kal!”

This exasperated little lecture actually makes Kal laugh a little, because Jax is never one to get cross with anyone, he’s just clearly upset with himself for not noticing and putting Kal’s wellbeing at risk.

However Kal’s smile is quickly wiped off his face as his stomach turns threateningly again and he has to swallow hard to keep it in place. Jax observes the draining of colour from his face and bites his lip.

“You’re still not feeling well now, are you?” Kal shakes his head resignedly, but decides it would be a good idea not to open his mouth at this exact moment in time.

“Oh Kal…” Jax sighs. “Let’s just get you to bed huh?” Kal really is looking green about the gills and just generally terrible and Jax reconsiders the best place for Kal to be “Or maybe the bathroom would be better?”

Kal turns and buries himself under his duvet with minimal effort and Jax laughs sadly. “Bed it is then.”

“It’s cold.” Kal mutters, huddling up further. Jax doesn’t miss the way the poor man is hunched around his clearly aching stomach, clutching it with both hands.

“It’s not cold. You have a fever.” Jax points out, walking into their bathroom to wet a flannel. He places it on Kal’s burning forehead but Kal quickly hisses and squirms away from it, before chucking it on the floor.

“Kal.” Jax warns him, picking it back up for a second attempt to cool the silly man down. “I know you don’t feel well, but you have to work with me, yeah?”

Kal doesn’t answer, only turns away and shuts his eyes. Jax gets frustrated- Kal can be moody at the best of times- but he’s only trying to help the stubborn man. Jax just wishes he’d do as he is told for once in his life.

“Kal. Stop playing games. You’re ill. We need to get your fever down otherwise you’re gonna wind up in hospital, and you sure won’t like THAT will you?” Jax threatens, knowing it’s the only way he’ll get through to his stubborn boyfriend. He hates being so harsh on him, especially when he’s clearly not feeling well, but sometimes Kal really is exasperating to deal with.

“Kal!” Jax tries again when he still receives no reply. Just when he is about to get really annoyed, Kal clamps a hand over his mouth and mumbles into his palm in a strained voice.

“Ohhh…I think I might need a bucket…”

“Oh god…” Jax mumbles, hastily jumping to his feet and grabbing the waste bin from the corner of the room. There’s not even enough time to feel guilty about hassling Kal for being difficult when he was actually about to loose his lunch. That is, assuming he ate lunch of course- in reality he spent his lunch hunched over a toilet in the back of the lecture hall.

Jax thrusts the bin under Kal’s chin just in time for him to upchuck every single last thing in his stomach in one wretched and violent heave. He coughs weakly again before another watery stream splatters into the bin, before he is dry heaving.

“Kal… Kal, honey I think you’re all empty…” Jax tries to point out, placing a soothing hand on the poor mans back. “I’m not surprised if you’ve been throwing up all day!”

Kal shakes his head groggily, his eyes shut. He swallows hard. “Stomach still feels bad…” he says in a thick voice, trying to suppress the urge to gag again.

“Aww I expect it does. I think you’ve picked up a bug honey…”

“Mhhmmm…” Kal moans, still hanging expectantly over the bin. Jax rubs his back firmly.

“It’s ok, just relax. You’re gonna pull a muscle if you keep on dry heaving like that… do you want some water?”

Just the mention of water is enough to push Kal over the edge again as he retches up a painfully small amount of bile with a shuddering heave. He pants and groans nauseously, absolutely spent. He leans back into the pillows and places a hand tentatively over his stomach, which gurgles unhappily under his touch.

“God, it feels bad…” he mumbles miserably, drawing his knees up to his chest.

“Your tummy doesn’t sound good…” Jax observes, trying desperately to think of something he can do to help, to make up for not being there for his sick boy friend while he was suffering and trying to power through it all day. Typical Kal.

“Doesn’t feel good either…” Kal winces, sighing miserably. “Ughhhh…” he moans again in pain, before turning to mush his face into the pillow.

“Do you want something for your stomach?” Jax suggests. “I can go to the shops or-”

“Stay.” Kal says suddenly. He grabs hold of Jax and pulls him closer. Jax happily obliges- Kal appears to be unusually needy when he’s sick, which is normally completely out of character for him. “Wouldn’t stay down anyway.” Kal reasons quietly as an excuse, but Jax has worked out the real reason.

He holds his poorly boyfriend close as he shudders through queasy burps and relentless waves of empty nausea until he eventually falls asleep in Jax’s arms.

Bam!

With a loud noise, the door is thrown opened so violently, Bruce is surprised it doesn’t fly off entirely. Then again, he probably mesured the power of his kick to perfection.

“Daddy!”

Face going from surprised to pure joy in record time, Jon runs and throws himself at his father, his small arms instantly snaking around Clark’s neck, holding on as tight as he can.

Behind them, Lois releases a sigh of relief, smiling a tired but true smile as Diana comes to join her.

“I knew you’d come save us,” the little boy mumbles happily in his neck. Bruce can hear Clark breathing him in as he holds his son close, hand protectively cupping the back of his head, his tensed shoulders finally relaxing.

“I’m sorry I took so long, Champ,” he whispers, landing a kiss in Jon’s hair. His eyes open, then, immediately focusing on Lois. She looks back at him with a grin.

“Hi, honey. Guess what happen to us?,” she jokes, winning her an amused look from both the Bat and the Amazon.

“Are you - ”

“I’m fine,” she quickly reassures him, walking from the other end of the basement and towards them.

She meets him halfway and grips his wrist, closing the distance between them and gently soothing his worried brow with her fingers. “We’re both fine, I promise.”

One hand moving to Jon’s back, she smirks. “Now let’s go: I can hear Arthur losing his temper with those assholes in the other room.”

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The only thing we need to worry about is the next minute. 

Hot Off The Press

Another AU where Jacky-Boy is a hockey player and Bitty has a job that involves hockey bc that’s my aesthetic. Anyway, I really know nothing about how the world of sports journalism works so there is probably some inaccuracies in here, but it’s an AU so who cares. Artistic license and all that. Very slightly NSFW (i just wanted to get all the warnings out there). 

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“Are you into men?”

Jack has been asked this question before, but in such a subtle way (and typically involving Parson) that it’s easy to avoid. No reporter has ever straight out asked him. Besides, he’s not gay. He’s bisexual. So when Jack usually tells them, “No.” it’s not a lie. However, this time it feels different. Maybe it wasn’t just this particular time, but all the times added onto each other that’s finally causing him to really think about what hole he’s digging himself into.

The blunt question has him feeling panicky and the other presser notice his reaction too. Jack can’t say no, because that’s not true. He is into men. Jack’s panic quickly shifts, and now he just feels like shoving the microphones away and storming out, because this is hockey goddammit. Not E! news.

“Excuse me?” Jack clears his throat, trying to buy himself some time to think of a properly crafted response. Over the years, he’s developed a talent for that.

But everything is on overdrive and he feels his breath start to quicken again–

“Are you into men?” Another reporter asks, and it takes Jack a moment to realize that the reporter isn’t asking him. He’s asking the man who popped the question in the first place.

 All attention, including Jack’s, turns to the small blonde that got lost in the bundle of people. He holds up his mic towards the reporter who popped the question in the first place. 

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jealous + jeff atkins

plot : y/n is jeff’s secret girlfriend but she gets jealous when other girls talk to him and has to show everyone/and him, who’s he is

word count : 1270

notes : jealous!reader

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Walking into school, your eyes searched for someone in particular.  You found him with his friends, leaning again his locker surrounded by his usual group of friends. He caught your eye, quickly looking away but a smile burst onto his face. You strode past him, moving to your own group of friends. You could feel a pair of eyes on you and you knew who they belonged to.

“Hey, Y/N’s here!” your best friend, Kat hollered.

Your other friends all turned and smiled at you. You returned it, but furrowed your eyebrows. They were acting odd.

“We have news” one of your other friends chorused.

“We think Jeff might be into you. You know the one on the baseball team? Hot Jeff?” another blurted.

You were stunned for a mere second before you regained your composure and laughed.

“Guys, there is no way Jeff Atkins is into me” you glanced at Kat, with a sly smile on your face.

Kat was the only one of your friends that knew about you and Jeff’s relationship. Kat tried to hide her smug smile,

“He’s been looking at for the past few weeks and you should’ve seen how he smiled when you walked in this morning”

You smacked her on the arm for feeding into this gossip and she put her hands up in surrender.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to do something about that then” you winked at them playfully, making all of your friends laugh, unaware of the truth.

“Oh, better act fast then because, Tracy’s on the same mission”

You turned around to see a girl leaning against his locker. They were laughing about something. She was pretty, prettier than you in your opinion. You trusted Jeff, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you but you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of envy as you watched him openly laugh with that girl. You two had agreed to keep your relationship a secret until he got his grades up since his parents thought a relationship would distract him. But seeing him talk to that girl so freely, laughing and joking, you realized that could’ve been you instead. But you were used to this feeling so you brushed it off.

“No but Tracy and Jeff would be kinda cute, I mean they’ve been working on a chemistry project together for the past weeks and they’re adorable in class” one of the girls in your circle, thought out loud.

“Have they now?” you muttered.

“Yeah and I reckon they would be a pretty good couple”

You glared in their direction,

“I bet”

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“Hey Y/N, so I have this chem- ”

Jeff yelped as you pulled him into your room by the front of his shirt, swiftly shutting the door behind you with your foot. You pushed him into the wall next to the door, pressing your body to his, trapping him between you and the wall. Jeff’s eyes widened at your position, looking at you questioningly with big eyes. 

“Y-Y/N what’s going on?”

You didn’t reply verbally, simply pressing your lips to his instead. He instantly reacted to the kiss, moving his hands to your waist, squeezing gently. You let your hand rest on the back of his neck while another sat on his shoulder. He mumbled something incoherent and you ignored it. You shoved your tongue into his mouth, but he pulled away as soon as you did.

“What’s up though?” he whispered, leaning his head back onto the wall. 

You dodged the question, answering with another question.

“You’re okay with this aren’t you?” you responded.

“Well yeah of course…” Jeff stopped for a second, gathering his words but you had already taken that opportunity.

You untangled yourself from him and lifted his shirt over his head, You smiled slyly at the sight of his bare body. You couldn’t help but smash your lips back onto his. He accepted you for a few heavenly seconds before pulling away again.

“No seriously, what’s going on?” Jeff asked, worry in his eyes.

“Does it matter?” you panted, looking up into his eyes, getting restless. 

“It does, I don’t want my girl- oh my god”

You had attacked his neck with kisses, sucking a bit longer than necessary with each. You ran your hand up the dips of his toned abs, getting a groan in return. You moved up to his jaw, pecking his lips before making a path down again. You hit just the right place, near the crook of his neck, making Jeff moan in response.

“Y/N”

You smirked at this, trailing your hand down to his belt buckle. You pulled him closer to you but before you could proceed to undoing it, Jeff pulled away for the third time.

“I’m serious, what’s going on with you? You’re not like this normally…” he muttered, breathlessly.

You took a deep breath, you didn’t want to tell him the real reason you were all fired up. You hated being the typical jealous girlfriend.  At your silence, Jeff spoke again.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s super hot but I just want to know if there’s anything wrong and I want to help if there is”

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, looking at you with those concerned eyes. Those adorable eyes that you fell in love with. Jeff was so different from the other jocks that he called his friends. A normal guy wouldn’t have questioned this but Jeff, being Jeff, was always thinking about your well being.

“I got jealous” you muttered.

You knew from the surprised look on his face that he heard you. You never really got jealous. Girls always flirted with him and you didn’t blame them.

“What was that?"he asked with a cheeky grin.

That little-

"I got freaking jealous okay?!”

And then he burst out laughing. The nerve of him. You looked away, anger bubbling in you.

“Of who?” he got out in between fits of laughter.

“That girl you’re doing the chemistry thing with”

You finally looked back into his amused eyes.

“Worried that we had chemistry?”

You slapped his chest at the terrible pun. That’s when you finally noticed the red and purple marks all over his neck and collarbone. It was your turn to laugh now.

“Well I won’t have to worry anymore” you smirked.

He eyed you suspiciously before following your gaze. You watched as his eyes widened dramatically and he looked to you like a gaping fish.

“Y/N, how the hell am I meant to cover this up? Everyone will notice!”

"Perfect”

BONUS

“Jeff, man it’s like 500 degrees out, take that scarf off” Jess groaned.

“Uh, no I’m okay” Jeff replied awkwardly.

“Well, I’m getting sick of it” Marcus stated, ripping it off Jeff’s neck before he could protest’

The whole group silenced. Why did Jeff have to wear a v-neck today?

“Oh look who got some last night” Bryce cheered.

“Aww, look at our little Jeffrey growing up. I thought you didn’t do one time things” Justin teased.

Jeff had turned a bright shade of red.

“Damn dude, do we know the girl? Because she’s pretty hardcore” Monty chuckled, eyeing the marks that covered a large portion of his neck and shoulder.

Jeff took a deep breath, playfully glaring at you from across courtyard. You caught his gaze, laughing and winked at him.

God, he loved you.

“He chuckled. “What about your firstborn?” A secret smile as he gestured with that small boy’s hand to himself.
Rhys’s attention slid to me, surprise—surprise and something deeper, more tender—flickering on his face. “
Not just any boy, then.”
My cheeks heated. “No. Not just any boy.”
(…)
“What does he look like?”
The question was soft—tentative. I knew who he meant.
I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand’s and squeezed tightly. “Let me show you.” And as we walked through the darkness, toward that distant, still-hidden light, I did.”

FUTURE HEARTS | PT.6 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (6/?)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst / punk!jikook

word count: 17,335

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana” / music playlist

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

cr.


The slight tremble in Jimin’s fingertips developed into a full-blown tremor as he closed the door to his studio, effectively leaving you behind — but it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that simple because he wasn’t just leaving you behind. He was leaving you behind with a guy that you were completely in love with… Which kind of blowed considering he was starting to fall for you himself.

The music from the party was reverberating inside of his chest and he knew that his ears should be ringing with anger, but instead he just felt numb. It was like he couldn’t hear anything; no music, no crowd, nothing. It was all one giant blur that didn’t seem to make sense to him, and all because his mind was screaming that nothing else mattered right now — nothing except for you.

Jimin knew very well what leaving you in that room with Jungkook meant. It meant every single feeling that the two of you had ever had for each other would inevitably rekindle, and compared to what Jimin had with you, even if he did consider it one of most amazing stints of time of his entire life, it didn’t hold a candle to what you and Jungkook had, and probably always would have.

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Dean stopping to fuel his Impala, and when he is waiting in line to pay, he spots some keychains of stuffed animals. One of them is of a guinea pig, and without thinking it twice, he gets it and pays for it along with the gas.

Once he is back in the bunker, he finds Cas in the kitchen and he gives him the keychain. Cas looks at it, studying the stuffed guinea pig with his usual intensity before he looks at Dean, silently asking a question.

“For the keys of your truck,” Dean answers, trying to sound casual, but nothing is casual when it comes to Cas. “Just so you have something to remember home when you’re away.”

Before Dean turns around to hide his obvious blush, he manages to see Cas’ surprised but pleased face. Dean busies himself with the cupboards, trying to find something to eat, waiting for his flush and embarrassed smile to disappear. He almost startles when he feels Cas’ hand on his shoulder, but immediately melts under the familiar touch, his heart skipping a beat when he sees Cas’ bright and emotional eyes.

“I always remember home when I’m away,” Castiel says. “But thank you for the present, Dean. I really like it.”

Dean nods and smiles, trying to hide how much Cas’ words mean to him. “No problem, buddy.”

He watches how Castiel strokes the guinea pig, smiling at the soft touch. Maybe this little gift will make Cas come back home sooner the next time. Maybe when Cas is gone and he sees the little keychain, he realizes the unsaid words Dean is never able to say every time Cas is away.

I miss you.

Come back home.

Be safe.

I love you, Cas.

Popsicles And Kiwis

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 4800+
REQUESTED: yes !

so this came from a small request about eating a popsicle and accidentally starting something that couldn’t be finished…….i went a bit overboard with it, but i hope u enjoy some smut! please let me know what u think :-) it rLY motivates me ! [feedback] [masterlist]

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Good Girl (M)

Plot: Good girls always had a bad side to them, and some people just brought that out – whether it be a shitty dorm mate or her boyfriend.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, slight angst(?), highschool au!

Warnings: Being blessed by the Jungcock, cheating, oral (giving), praising, implied masturbation

Notes: I hope this smut will make up how slow I’m becoming. I can’t help it because exams. And I can’t believe It hit 140+ followers???? What the heck???? How?? Thank you so much. I feel so great about that. 2,042 Words

Originally posted by jeonify

You were probably one of the most angelic people in your year. You were always kind, got good grades, did your homework – it was a shame you were stuck with a bitch as a roommate. Kim Jenna was always out partying, high-key manipulative, and just got around a lot. 

It was a surprise people actually liked her more than you.

Maybe it was because she was prettier, You pondered sometimes. Maybe it was because she actually talked to everyone, and didn’t just sit alone during lunch. Insecurity was probably the bane of your existence when you were around Jenna, especially since she teased you.

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Imagine Jeff being scared to take your virginity

Originally posted by knightlley

WARNINGS: Fluff, light smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

A/N (I can take any request from anything you guys want, message me, lmk!)


“Hey babe!”

Jeff kisses me as I opened the door for him to my house. My parents are out of town and I promised him l’ll help him study for his midterm. Not that my parents would care, they practically love him since we’ve been dating.

“Hey hot stuff, you can just through your stuff in my room while I get us something to eat”

As he jogs upstairs I quickly fix my hair and adjust my pajama shorts. I usually don’t care how I look around my boyfriend, but we’ve been dating for 5 months now and hasn’t even mentioned the thought of having sex with me. I pick up some chips and go upstairs where he is already laying out his textbooks.

“So we can start with World War 1 then go from there” he says as he’s looking at his book.

“Yeah sure, we can probably get through a few wars tonight.”

I jump on the bed and lay close to him. He looks up at me and smiles.

“You seem like your in a good mood, what’s up?”

“I can’t be happy to see my boyfriend?”

“You see me everyday baby”

“So you aren’t happy to see me” I fake pout.

“Shut up babe, you know I am.” He says as he pecks my lips.

“Yeah yeah” I smile. “let’s start with studying before we get tired”


“So that is what started the war?”

“Yes, but don’t forget how long the world ended”

“Yeah it lasted for 4 years.”

“Good, I’m actually a pretty good teacher”

“Your alright”

“Shut up” I laugh as I lightly punch him in the arm.

He laughs as he looks down at me. He glances down at my lips then quickly averts back to my eyes. I do the same, but make it known I’m looking at his beautiful lips. 

“Okay” he coughs. “at this rate we can g-”

I cut Jeff off by grabbing his face and smashing my lips on his. He seemed surprised at first then slowly closed his eyes. I slowly moved my hands around his neck as he put his on my leg and waist. As he deepened the kiss, he swung one of my legs on the other side of him so that I was now cradling him. As the kiss got more intense, I felt him moan against my lips. I needed air so I took that chance to take my shirt and bra off. His eyes were intensely locked on my chest and I couldn’t help but flush.

“You’re so beautiful y/n”

With that Jeff swung us over and pulled off his shirt. He went to my neck and chest and started planting soft kisses. As I slid my hands up and down his bare back, he started sucking harshly on my sweet spot. His hands started roaming my bare chest as he lightly squeezed. 

“Jeeeff” I moaned.

He looked down at me biting his lip as I started tugging his pants down. He threw them off and went back to kissing me. He kissed me so slow and passionately and I loved it. I started to kiss his neck and lightly grabbed him through his underwear feeling how extremely hard he was. he groaned at my touch and that made me crazy. I just wanted him already. I needed him.

“Jeff” I asked in between our kisses as he went back to my neck.

“Yes princess”

“Do you have a…you know….a-a” I slightly moaned.

“A…a condom?” 

“Yes” I said kind of embarrassed. 

He then stopped and slowly got off of me. Confused I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover myself. 

“Did I say something wrong?” 

His back was faced towards me as he slouched over the edge of my bed.

“No, I’m sorry I just can’t do this right now” 

I’d be lying if I say that didn’t kind of hurt coming from him. I mean I thought it but I didn’t think he’d say it.

“You don’t want to have sex with me” my voice cracking as I put back on my shirt.

He snaps his head around and climbs back on the bed grabbing my hand.

“No no, god no, that’s not even close trust me.”

“Then why? I don’t understand” I look down.

He grabs my face and sighs.

“I’m scared okay”

“Scared?” I say kind of amused.

“Yes, don’t laugh, I’m the scared one. I’m scared to take something so precious from you. Scared to let you down after and I’m scared that you’ll regret it.”

He lets go of my face and focuses his gaze to the wall to hide his embarrassment. It’s now my turn to grab his face.

“Jeffrey, you don’t get it do you? you’re the precious one to me. I want you to be the one to take it because I love you”

He looks up at me and cheeses.

“I love you more princess.”

“So what does this mean now?”

“Well right now, nothing cause I have to go the bathroom to handle a little mess in my pants cause of you”

I try to hold in my laugh as he runs to the bathroom in my room 

“Sorry babe!”

Anyway don’t think about Sana and Isak sitting in a KB right now, bc they both slacked of doing their project until now which is due after the break, and Isak reaching into his bagpack to get his book and stopping with a surprised but happy look on his face and Sana nudging him and pointing with her chin, asking

“what?”

And Isak pulling out two little chocolate bunnies, one in violet and one in green wrapping foil, with a drawing taped to one. 

The drawing is of two bunnies, one with a snapback and one with a hijab, both frowning at the books in front of them, and one saying ‘A’ while the other one says ’D’. 

And above it Even has written “for the best Bio Buddies Bunnies”

Some mornings, now, Sherlock leaves his hair ungelled, silky and loose, to savor the way John runs a careless hand over it, passing by. He’ll let his stubble remain until he gets a chance to rub his face roughly in John’s neck and hear his surprised giggle. After a shower, he stands in front of the mirror and smooths his hands over his naked belly, feeling the softening, and smiles, because John cooks for them every night, magnificent food, and it’s good; it’s more than good. They’re home.

Meanwhile something’s happening to John as he settles into the fact of Sherlock-and-John: he’s becoming clearer around the edges, visible, vivid. His jeans hold him closer and his shirts get brighter; jewel tones that set off the silver of his sculpted hair. He steps out with wildly patterned socks peeking above his sensible shoes. Sherlock never mentions the layers of John’s self-protection coming off; but he looks his fill.

One night they’re reading together in the quiet of the living room when Rosie peeks her head in; on her way out to meet friends. Sherlock reminds her to take her pocketknife, and not to take drinks from people she doesn’t know, and John asks her to text him in two hours and tell him how it’s going. She smiles her reassurances, Yes, of course, yes, I will; asks Sherlock if he likes her nail polish (teal with a subtle sparkle) and he says he does. It goes nicely with her top. She leaves. It’s quiet.

“I liked her polish too,” John says. “I wish she’d ask me what I think of her outfits.”

“She knows which of us has taste.“

“Hey!”

“All right, your taste is fine. But no one would expect you to have a passionate opinion on nail polish, John.” Sherlock’s tone is indulgent.

“What if I do?” John’s blushing, but his chin rises bravely.

Sherlock gives him a good long stare and then starts to smile. “John. Do you?”

John’s blush deepens. “I used to sneak into Harry’s room and try hers on when I was six, seven years old.” He sighs. “Not stupid enough to leave it on more than five minutes. If mum had caught me there’d have been hell to pay.”

“Your mother,” says Sherlock, clearly, “was an idiot. And Rosie has an excellent array of nail colors in the catchall next to the sink.”

Rosie comes home at half ten to find her dads in the kitchen, spiking their mugs of hot cocoa with the Christmas liquor, with the third Star Wars movie on pause in the sitting room. Sherlock’s nails are a deep, rich red, and John’s are a shimmery, starry blue, and they’re both mussed and blushy enough that she says promptly, “Hi dads. Bye dads,” grabs a tin of biscuits and heads straight upstairs. She knows very well when to get out of their way.

Downstairs, the Star Wars theme song starts up, and almost covers the sound of their laughter.