Why People Fall In Love

Muses: Jeon Jungkook.
Words: 4.7k words of cringe worthy fluff.
Type: fwb!au + fake dating!au
Note: This is another my ‘to be posted’ scenarios, posted.  Yay. :D

+ An agreement to become Jungkook’s fake girlfriend and a trip back to his hometown lets you see more of the Jeon Jungkook who you think is only made of Friday hookups and boyish charms.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“So let me get this straight, your brother’s bringing his girlfriend home for dinner this weekend and you ‘sorta’ blurted out that you have a girlfriend too just because you want to prove that he’s wrong about you not being able to keep a girl?”

Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorta.”

At his nonchalance, you lightly smack his chest; it’s not like he’s going to feel anything if you straight out punch him anyway. “He’s totally right!”

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anonymous asked:

That looks nothing like jks shirt though, I'm confused?

If you’re talking about the pic of jimin laying down, and the shirt next to him. It legit is Jungkook’s though. Look at this post. 

Not to be like ~that person~ but let’s take a closer look. 

This is the shirt that jk wore throughout all of the bv (it’s ok tho bc he cleaned it nightly smh) 

as you can tell, his shirt has a lil red boat thing in a white square with a border (ill zoom in so u can see (reminder, the pattern is repeated on the sleeves)

now, later that day, jimin is wearing a black and red striped shirt while plahying ping pong, and jk is still wearing his Hawaiian shirt. (pic cred to ohwhatsexyexpression

then, if you notice, in the pic of jimin laying down, he’s still wearing the red and black striped shirt, and woah. what’s that?? is that… the red boat from jk’s shirt??? why it is!!! 

sorry i went like super extra there. im just happy my speculation from months ago was proven right lololol. 

Can we talk for a second about Prowling Serpopard and how one key omission in its design has ignited a war between the Vorthos and Mel sides of my brain? 

It doesn’t have deathtouch. 

“So what?” you say. “Green only gets deathtouch at secondary, and there’s nothing about the design of this card that makes it lean towards having deathtouch. It doesn’t synergize with the other rules text, and with a power of 4, it doesn’t really need it. It would just clutter card space.” 

And yes, that’s all 100% true! But then I look at the art and… 

And here’s the thing. You see those stripes? In a discussion on snake identification, the specific order those colors appear in is significant. 

These two snakes are the harmless King Snake and the highly venomous Coral Snake. When looking at them side by side, the difference between them is fairly obvious, but they’re rarely seen side by side. And in the wild, if you see a snake with red, black, and yellow stripes, you probably won’t want to reach for a field guide to figure out what it is. (Admittedly, the best advice for either snake is to just leave it the heck alone, but that’s beside the point.) 

So these two snakes have given rise to a whole host of cutesy rhymes and mnemonic devices over the years to remember which is which. Like this one for example: 

So why does this matter? Because as a former Boy Scout, I had this information pounded into my head on a regular basis. (Never mind the fact that neither of these species is native to where I live, but again, that’s beside the point.) 

So when Prowling Serpopard was released, as soon as I realized it was a cat SNAKE, the first thing I did was look at the order of its stripe colors. And sure enough, it’s got red on yellow. DANGER!! 

So then I expect to see it has deathtouch or some other mechanical representation of its famed venom and lethality, but it doesn’t. 

And then my rational side kicks in and is like, “Yeah, of course it doesn’t have deathtouch. Look at the card. That wouldn’t make any sense, Dave.” And then I’m like, “Shut up rational side of my brain! Look at the stripes!! DANGER!!” 

And now we’re right back where we started. 

What is the point of all this? 

…I dunno. It’s just been buzzing around my brain since yesterday when I saw the card. So I figured I’d share. 

Good For You

Originally posted by koenigreus

Peter Parker X (Fem!) Stark!Reader

Summary: The reader takes Peter out on a special date for their nine months anniversary. Kinda inspired by “Good For You” by Selena Gomez

“Peter”, you called.

Your boyfriend stopped and waited for you. It wasn´t easy to get to him through all the other teenagers walking to class, but you managed.

“Hey”, you greeted and kissed Peter on the cheek.

He smiled and blushed. Even though you´ve been dating for almost nine months now Peter was still nervous around you. 

“You know tomorrow is our nine months anniversary, don´t you? I have something planned. It´s kinda special so you should wear something nice. I´ll pick you up tomorrow at eight”, you rambled. 

Peter raised an eyebrow but nodded anyway. 

“Sounds good. But I´ve gotta go to class now, see you tomorrow.” 

He pressed a kiss on your cheek and hurried across the hallway to his Spanish class.

The next day you showered at half past six and then started to choose something to wear. 

There were dresses covering your floor, trousers all over your bed and shirts on your desk. 

You let out a frustrated sigh when you heard a laugh from your bedroom door.

“Do you need help?”, your father asked and made his way over to you.

You nodded.

Tony looked at the clothes all over your room, then at you, then at your closet.

“Where are you going anyway?”

You sat down on the floor in front of your closet.

“I made a reservation at a fancy restaurant. I told Peter to wear something nice but I wanna look more than just nice, I want this evening to be something special. He´s been the best boyfriend I could ask for and tonight I want him to be able to show me off, I want to be good for him.”

Tony nodded. He wasn´t happy when you told him you were dating Spiderman but he realized Peter made you happy, and that´s all he ever wanted for you.

“Fancy restaurant, so a dress. Something special, a dress and jewelry.”

He stood in front of your closet for a few more seconds before picking a dress. It was black and had a red stripe on each side. It was long enough to cover everything but still looked very sexy.

“Dad, I can´t wear this! Why would you even let me wear this?”

“For one it´s very special and it will look great on you. And Natasha bought you this dress and she´s gonna get mad if you never wear it.”

You took another look at the dress. You could cover it up with a jacket, wear your red high heels and maybe a necklace. 

“Hurry up, it´s almost half past seven”, your dad told you and left the room.

You put on the dress and the red heels and sat down in front of your make up. 

After a while you picked a natural look that would bring out your eyes but didn´t make it seem like you were actually wearing make up.

You grabbed your jacket and made your way to the front door.

“Wait!”, Tony called after you.

You stepped out of the lift again and looked at your dad, confused.

“I wanted to give you this.”

He held up a beautiful silver necklace with a single diamond at the end.

You smiled.

“Thank you, dad.”

You gave him a quick hug and let you put the necklace around your neck.

“Now hurry up. Have fun and don´t do anything I wouldn´t do.”

“Ned, what am I supposed to wear?”, Peter asked, panic in his voice.

“I don´t know”, Ned´s voice sounded from the laptop.

Peter ran a hand through his hair and looked at his clothes again.

“Something nice…”, he muttered.

It was frustrating. All he had were jeans and shirts, knowing (Y/N) Stark “something nice” wasn´t a science shirt.

“Do you still have the suit you wore to your uncle´s funeral?”, Ned asked.

A smile broke out on Peter´s face.

“You´re a genius! Gotta go now, otherwise I´ll be late.”

Peter shut the laptop and changed into the suit.

Just seconds after he had put on his shoes the doorbell rang.

“I´ll get it”, Peter called before May could make her way to the door.

“You look very handsome”, May told her nephew.

Peter just shook his head to tell her to be quiet, he didn´t want (Y/N) to hear.

After taking a deep breath he opened the door.


You laughed.

“You look good as well.”

Peter hadn´t realized what “something nice” meant to a Stark. (Y/N)´s eyes were glowing, her hair was in a beautiful braid, her dress showed off her legs and the necklace made her whole body look like it was on fire.

“Bye May”, you shouted and took Peter´s hand.

“I´ve never been at a restaurant like this”, Peter confessed.

He looked around. The women were either wearing dresses or skirts and blouses and the men were all in suits. 

“I know. I just wanted this evening to be really special”, you told him.

A waitress arrived and sat a basket of bread on your table.

“Are you ready to order?”, she asked.

You nodded and gave her your order.

Peter was overwhelmed so he decided to choose pasta.

“I feel like a child. Children order pasta”, he sighed after the waitress had left.

You took his hand, which was playing with his napkin.

“Pete, it´s fine. If you´re uncomfortable we can leave.”

He shook his head.

“No, I´ll be okay. I just wanna do this evening justice.”

You smiled at him but before you could answer your food arrived.

You ate in silence. Peter seemed to enjoy his pasta, you liked your meal as well.

“Are we gonna order dessert?”, Peter asked after a while of silence.

You shook your head. 

“I´ve got something planned at home. Why don´t you get our jackets and I´ll pay, then we can leave.”

“Thank you again”, Peter said.

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked him in the eyes.

“Peter Parker, stop thanking me. I planned this date because I wanted to do something special, not because I wanted you to thank me all the damn time.”

Peter smiled. He took your hand and gave it a kiss. As he let it sink again he looked you in the eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too.”

You took a step closer to Peter and put the hand he wasn´t holding on his shoulder.

“I love you so much.”

You leaned even closer until your lips met. Kissing Peter never got old. It always felt like a fire growing bigger and bigger until your whole body was burning. At the same time it felt like butterflies flying around in your stomach and honey dripping down your throat. 

“We should get going”, you whispered against Peter´s lips after the kiss.

You opened the door to your bedroom. 

The city lights were glowing outside your window and all over the room candles were burning. 

There were two glasses, a bottle and a bowl on your bedside table.

You walked over to your bed and sat down.

Peter looked at you. He had always thought you were the most beautiful girl, when you had arrived at his flat this evening he had seen you as hot and sexy, but now, your hair around your face after Peter had opened your braid, and candles making your skin glow, he was enchanted. 

“Come over here”, you told him.

Peter took a deep breath to calm himself and sat down next to you.

“Dad gave me a small bottle of champagne for tonight, and I´ve got strawberries.”

You handed him a glass and a single strawberry.

Peter took a sip. The champagne wasn´t like anything he had drunken before. It was kinda sweet and bitter at the same time. The strawberry however was just sweet.

You kicked off your shoes and took another sip of champagne.

“It took me so long to get dad to get me this bottle. And it´s not even a full bottle, just enough for two glasses. He doesn´t want me to drink. Like he wasn´t way worse when he was our age. I just don´t understa-”

Peter stopped you by pressing his lips to yours. He could taste strawberries and champagne. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you tangled your hands in Peter´s hair, carefully twisting it.

He let out a moan and deepened the kiss.

“I love you”, he whispered.

You could only nod because Peter had started attacking your neck with kisses. He pressed gentle kisses all over your neck.

When he arrived at the hem of your dress he stopped.

“(Y/N), do you want me to continue? Tell me to stop, I don´t want to force you.”

You smiled. Even now Peter remained a gentleman and put your needs before his.

“I´m sure. I woulnd´t want it to be anyone but you.”

You raised your arms to let Peter pull the dress over your head. He let it fall to the floor. Now it was your turn. You got rid of his jacket and then started kissing his hands. You opened the buttons on his shirt and continued to kiss his arms until you reached his elbow.

You look Peter in the eyes, asking if he was okay with where this was going.

He nodded and you unbuttoned his shirt.

“I love you”, he said before you pressed your lips against his once again.

“Are you alright?”, Peter asked.

You turned in his arms to face him.

“Never better”, you replied with a dreamy smile on your face.

You had never thought the night would end like this but you were happy nonetheless. And you were glad your first time had been with the boy you loved.

“I still have a gift for you”, Peter whispered in your ear.

You shook your head.

“Tomorrow, I´m tired.”

Peter nodded and closed his eyes. 

Though he didn´t fall asleep until he heard your even breath next to his ear, felt your heart beating at the same time as his. 

“I love you”, he whispered into the night.

It’s Flag Day! On this week’s podcast, we explore the ways that communities of color in the United States relate to the Stars and Stripes.

And we thought it worth a few moments to celebrate a flag created nearly a century ago for black Americans.

The Pan-African flag, (also called the Marcus Garvey, UNIA, Afro-American or Black Liberation flag,) was designed to represent people of the African Diaspora, and, as one scholar put it, to symbolize “black freedom, simple.”

The banner, with its horizontal red, black and green stripes, was adopted by the Universal Negro Improvement Association (UNIA) at a conference in New York City in 1920. For several years leading up to that point, Marcus Garvey, the UNIA’s leader, talked about the need for a black liberation flag. Robert Hill, a historian and Marcus Garvey scholar, says that Garvey thought of a flag as necessary symbol of political maturity.

“The fact that the black race did not have a flag was considered by Garvey, and he said this, it was a mark of the political impotence of the black race,” Hill explains. “And so acquiring a flag would be proof that the black race had politically come of age.”

On Flag Day, Remembering The Red, Black And Green

Photo: Scott Olson/Getty Images
Caption: Demonstrators hold up a Pan-African flag to protest the killing of teenager Michael Brown on Aug. 12, 2014 in Ferguson, Mo.

koritoprime  asked:

Jon has black hair and blue eyes, so there is an 85% chance Bruce might adopt him by accident

Jon Kent sat on the edge of the bed in his new room. His elbows rested on his knees, head in his hands. He was staring off into space when Alfred knocked on the frame of the open door. “Master Jonathan” Alfred said tentatively “I brought you some lunch” He held out a tray with a sandwich and coke can. Jon gave a little start “Oh thanks Alfred” he said sheepishly “and I wish you’d stop calling me master” his nose crinkled up as he said that. Alfred smiled slightly “well young sir I am an old man with old habits, I’m afraid it’s something you’ll just have to get used to.” Alfred knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment it left his mouth.

Jon’s face fell, “They’re not coming back are they?” His voice was unbelievably sad and Alfred saw the shin in his eyes that meant a fresh round of tears. Alfred came into the room after carefully placing the sandwich tray onto the desk he sat on the bed next to Jon. “Now listen here young man. Your father is Superman and they’re nothing he can not do, and your mother is even more impressive. They will return you just have to have faith in them” It had been 4 weeks since the interdimensional attack and the last time anyone had seen Superman or Lois Lane. In his heart Alfred felt like he was lying. Jon nodded sadly but didn’t start to cry, which was a victory Alfred patted him on the shoulder and quietly left the boy to his thoughts.

He found found Bruce in the cave looking at the massive screen of the cat computer. “Anything Master Bruce?” He’d asked this question a thousand times and the answer was always. “Nothing yet Alfred” Bruce barely looked at him to say it. He leaned back in his seat and rubbed the bridge of his nose, He was bone tired, when Clark had first disappeared Bruce hadn’t slept for 4 days straight, looking looking. He still wasn’t sleeping much, but at least now Alfred reflected he was sleeping at least few hours every night and eating regular meals. 

Bruce looked off into space for a moment before speaking. “Whenever I went missing in the past, Clark always said he wasn’t worried. That he knew I’d come back, that he’d know if I died. That Batman and Superman were so linked in the universe that he’d just know if there was ever a time where I wasn’t coming back” Bruce looked down at his hands studying them. “I always said that was ridicules. He was just projecting feelings backward.” Bruce took a deep shaky breath before going on. “This time though, it does feel different than all the other times he’s gone missing, Alfred I can’t shake the feeling I’m never going to see him again.” 

He looked at Alfred and a whole wordless conversation passed between them. After a long moment Alfred nodded “I believe it would be beneficial to come up with a useful distract for young Master Johnathan” He said. He didn’t say ‘and for you as well’ but that hung unsaid between them. “Hm his father would kill me if I took him out as one of us, and god knows the kind of damage a barely trained meta human will do on the streets of Gotham” Only someone who knew him as well as Bruce did would have noticed the signs of annoyance coming from Alfred. “Sir, with all due respect, it’s been a month, you, Batman the greatest detective in the world, and all the other heroes haven’t found a single useful clue to where either of that boy’s parents are. It’s time we start facing the realities that they’re not coming back. If they’re not, then sir, we are that boy’s family, this family has a family business, a business that is in that boy’s blood as much as any of your sons” Bruce looked away but Alfred knew him well enough to know he’d made his point. 

That night Jon trudged down the stars into the cave, he hadn’t set foot there since coming to live with Bruce a month ago. Batman stood in full uniform and Jon gulped. In a month he’d become much less intimidated why Bruce Wayne, but Batman still gave him chills. “Jon, I know your father would want your training to go on even while he’s away. I’ve been remiss in that area” Batman said emotionlessly. Jon stared at him stupidly “training?” he echoed. Batman fixed him with an icy look “this isn’t a vacation Jon” Jon nodded slowly. “You’re coming out with me” Jon’s eyes bugged out. “um okay, I’ll go get my costume” Jon said half turning toward the stairs. 

“No” Bruce said firmly. Jon turned back confusion written on his face. “It would raise too many questions to have Superboy partnering with Batman.” Bruce said again with no emotion. “We’ll have to find something for you in the cave” He went on. Jon crossed his arms with the first flash of defiance, “I’m not wearing Damian’s hand-me-downs” he said sticking his chin out. A slight smile crossed Batman’s face, “no I was thinking Nightwing could find you something” Out of the shadows a figure in a black uniform with a blue symbol across his chest came into view. Damian’s older brother Dick, Damian talked about him a lot but Jon had never really met him. “Hi Jon” He said with a small wave. “Lets go over to my part of the cave see if we can’t fix you up with something.” 

A few minutes later Jon was twisting back and forth in front of a mirror. He was wearing a mostly black costume, red stripes the mirror of the blue one’s on Nightwing’s costume, run down his arms and over his middle two fingers. The symbol on his chest was the same but repeated 3 times, the one in the middle linked with the stripes along his arms, a smaller one on top and a larger symbol on the bottom. It felt weird wearing a mask, it was red too, Dick had filled in the area around his eyes with eyeshadow the first time Jon wore any make up which was also strange. “So what am I gonna be Nightwing Jr if the bad guys ask?” Jon said looking at how skinny his arms looked in the skin tight suit. 

Dick smiled at him in the mirror. “You know where the name Nightwing comes from?” he asked Jon shook his head, he’d just thought that it had come to Dick in the middle of a rainstorm at midnight or something. “Your dad, as it happens. I quit, well Bruce kinda fired me, from being Robin, long story. I was trying to figure things out, so I went to see your dad. He told me about these Kryptonian myths, about two heroes. Nightwing was one of them, he gave me my name.” Dick was standing right behind Jon now his hands on his shoulders Jon was blinking back tears at all this talk about his dad. “The other hero, his name was Flamebird, that’s you Jon” Jon nodded slowly “Flamebird” he said experimentally. “Nice to meet you Flamebird” Dick said with a smile holding out his hand “I’m Nightwing” 

K A I R O S | 02 |


(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Word count: 6 912 -ish
Author’s note: Surprise!! :DD bet yall didnt see this coming hmm. okay but im really nervous about this one.

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“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”


Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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maybe love isn’t so bad after all.


Kylo Ren doesn’t believe in love.

He hasn’t since Supreme Leader Snoke took him in, told him the many reasons his parents didn’t want or love him. They sent him off to the Jedi Academy. They ignored the fact that his nightmares were getting worse. They stopped helping him deal with them, and so many more reasons that tend to swirl around in Kylo’s mind when he is reminded of them.

His relationship was Snoke was the closest one he had, and that was extremely far from anything resembling love. Snoke was hardly capable of love, only passion for the level of power he and Kylo could achieve. And Kylo despised Snoke most of the time, but at least Snoke knew, and acted on, what was best for him. At least Snoke knew what he needed to do to be all he could be in the Force. No one else had ever put forth the amount of effort into building him up to be as strong as he was as Snoke had.

But then you came along.

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Synaptic Gap

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Kim Taehyung/V x Reader - Fluff, Angst, Sexual References

Words: 4.6K

Summary: (F/n) (L/n): perfect student, perfect grades, can’t seem to find the perfect person for a relationship. Kim Taehyung: university’s infamous fuckboy, longest relationship was two days, finds it difficult to commit to a relationship. Two people who long to be in a lasting relationship cross paths in one eventful party in an attempt to fall in love and change themselves.

Requested by anon!

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Riptide (pt. 1)

“Keep running bitch you’ll only die tired”

Panting you frantically pushed through the tangled brush, falling to your knees in the muddy sand. The sound of boots in heavy pursuit dragging you to your bare feet as you stumbled to the water.

Your skin was cut and bruised, your black bikini covered in mud as you were knocked to your chest.

Coughing up a mouthful of salt water you cried out for help as the man on top of you dragged you from the water.

He laughed ripping your top off with a sickening snap as he pinned you down, the tide brushing against you gently.

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anonymous asked:

Royalty!AU where kings Steve and Bucky constantly talk about how the jewel of their kingdom is their consort Tony. 💕 (but some times that makes Tony a target :( )

Okay, so I didn’t completely keep to the prompt, because I’m awful like that. But there’s royal consort Tony, so…

Okay, from now on, I’m gonna post an answer every Saturday, because I really write too little and seeing as I have summer vacation now, I have absolutely no excuse. So good news is y’all will get another story tomorrow, seeing as it is Saturday, and I love to keep my word I guess.

Anyways, here’s the story.

(Warning: after the second row of stars there is (semi)-NSFW. So if you’re not comfortable with that you can just read til then, because after that the story stops)



“I am telling you for the last time, Hammer, my answer is no.” Steve’s voice was booming through the whole throne room, so different from the voice Tony was used to hearing in the bedroom. Bucky, the fellow king, was sitting a few feet to the left of them, and sitting between them was the most precious treasure of the whole kingdom. Anthony Edward Stark; genius, smart mouth, blacksmith and royal consort of the kings. And the love of their lives.
“We’ve seen what you’ve done to her. She’s staying.” Hammer was a high noble in the neighbouring kingdom. And a jackass, in Tony’s not-so-humble, and quite vocal, opinion.
“You’ve seen nothing,” Hammer sneered, “you’re just believing the words of your royal bitch. And everyone knows he’s a liar and a fraud. A bitch that has climbed the ladder by sucking di,-”. He was suddenly cut off. One of the guards, Sam, a loyal man who loved and adored Tony since he made him a contraption with which he could fly like an falcon, had walked forward and punched Hammer with a full fist to the mouth. Hammer went down. Hard. Sam turned around and bowed to the three man on the stage.
“I’m sorry my Sires, I just couldn’t bear one second longer listening to his voice.” As he got up a small smile played around his mouth, and his eyes twinkled with mirth.
“I will overlook it this time, knight. If you would be so kind to take out the trash, that is.”

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