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Fandom: Marvel RPF

Pairing: Tom Holland/Female Reader

Request: There wasn’t one, but there is a severe lack of Tom Holland smutty fics, so screw it I’ll write my own. Also, I haven’t yet seen Homecoming because I’m an amazing friend and have promised my best friend I’ll wait for her to come home from holiday and we’ll go see it for the first time together so bear with me

Word Count: 983

Warnings: smutty smut, with fluff, reader’s on the pill but wrap it up just to be safe kids

Summary: Reader is in established relationship with Tom, but isn’t an actress or in the public sphere at all. Whilst she’s trying to work (I made this as generic as possible so that people would be able to relate – I hate it when fics get too specific and you can’t put yourself in the situation so you’re welcome in advance), Tom is bored and horny and tries to distract her and get her attention but she keeps brushing him off. Basically, smut ensues because Tom gets lucky (no pun intended) in distracting her.

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‘Y/N’, Tom whined, dragging out your name. ‘I’ve got nothing to do.’

‘I’m sorry, I promise I’ll pay you attention when I finish this paperwork, but it really needs to be done tonight, otherwise my boss is going to kill me,’ you replied pleadingly, not looking up from your laptop.

‘Just tell him what you should tell everyone when you get into trouble,’ he smirked.

‘Oh yeah, and what would that be?’ you knew what was coming, but it still made you smile with pride.

‘Your boyfriend’s Spiderman.’

In the reflection of your screen, you saw Tom saunter over to you and kneel down behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck and his warm body pressed against your back, making you shiver.

‘Tom, I warned you, the more you try and distract me, the longer my work is going to take,’ you said, turning around and pushing his shoulder.

Looking him dead in the eye, you tried to stare him down into leaving you be, at least for a few hours. But the lust coursing through his eyes and the way he looked down at you made you crumble and he noticed, being well versed in all things ‘you’. This meant he also knew how to distract you entirely – up until now he’d only been teasing.

You tried to turn back to the computer, but it was futile, and Tom’s voice pulled you back around. That, and his lips making their way down your neck as he pulls your hair to the side. You tilt your head, getting lost in the sensation, but still trying to concentrate and not let Tom win. That failed when he pulled you out of your chair, took your face in both hands whilst tangling his fingers in your hair, and backed you against the wall to capture your own lips in the most searing kiss you’d ever experienced.

Your mind clouded over as you moved in time with Tom, his body pressing against yours with just enough force to keep you against the wall. Pulling away, he searched your face for any sign that you didn’t want this. There wasn’t any.

His hands made their way down to your thighs to make you jump as his lips returned to yours. He tried to lay you on the bed as gently as possible but you pulled him down with you, with no inhibitions, so he had to put out an arm to avoid falling directly on top of you.

‘I hope you know how lucky you are right now, Thomas,’ you giggled, finding the action highly hilarious.

‘Oh don’t worry, love, I do,’ he replied with a voice a few octaves lower than usual, sending tingles through every nerve ending. He ground his hips against you, effectively cutting off whatever sarcastic remark you were going to make to keep control of yourself, and making you moan instead, running your hands through Tom’s hair.

You felt his fingers pulling at the hem of your sweater and you lifted yourself into sitting up so that he could pull it off, and before you could move towards his t-shirt, it was already off. Your automatic reaction was to cross your arms across your chest, but Tom took ahold of your wrists and moved them to the sides of your head as you fell back onto the sheets.

‘Don’t, don’t love, you’re so gorgeous,’ he mumbled, his lips tracing the line down your jaw to your neck.

Tom continued to tease you, kissing down the middle of your breasts without touching, making your hips buck towards his in order to gain something, otherwise you were going to go crazy. His hands wandered behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room without a glance as his lips travelled lower.

Using your hands in his hair, you pulled Tom’s head up to make him look at you.

‘I swear to God, Holland, if you don’t do something and quick, I’m going back to my computer and ignoring you for the rest of the night.’

His response was to peel your leggings off with lightning fast movement, taking your panties with them and his hand trailed down to your clit, rubbing fast circles and making you gasp and writhe.

‘Tom… shit,’ you managed to get out before his mouth covered yours again.

Your own hands went straight to his jeans, where you fumbled slightly with the button before Tom pulled back to step out of them. You whined at the loss of his hand, but he quickly undressed and went to his wallet for a condom.

‘No, I’m on the pill, just get over here,’ you yanked his arm, making him fall back onto the bed, where he quickly adjusted himself before lining himself up.

Tom started slow, never wanting to cause you any pain, but as your hands returned to his hair and pulled, it seemed to spark something and spurred him on.

‘Oh my god, Tom, please don’t stop.’

‘Holy shit, you’re so beautiful right now,’ he whispered, kissing you between words. As you wrapped a leg around his waist, he went impossibly deeper and tightened the coil deep inside you.

‘To- Tom, I’m gonna come,’ you gasped, pulling him closer and kissing wherever on his face you could reach.

‘That’s it, Y/N, come on, that’s my girl,’ he replied as waves of pleasure rolled over you, sparking his own.

Before long, he lay down next to you, hot and breathless. You turned over as you caught your own breath and laid your head on his shoulder, burrowing under the sheets.

‘I love you, Tom, you know that right?’ you looked up at him through heavy eyelids.

‘I love you too, Y/N, I know you know that,’ Tom replied, kissing your forehead.

‘Good, because when I get fired tomorrow, I expect dinner and more of this.’

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au where they’re nextdoor neighbors and bffs but Otabek leaves for college whilst Yurio is still finishing his senior year so everytime Beka comes home for the holidays they’re inseparable, Catching Up On bff Stuffs, which is mostly just Yurio eating pizza while complaining about how terrible highschool is 

Fancy dinner dates spent pocketing breadsticks and silverware. I give it twenty minutes tops before they either get kicked out or decide on skipping the tab.

anonymous asked:

How about a semi angsty fight with the rfa+V but they make up because HAPPY ENDINGS ARE NICE

I’m a slut for angst don’t give me this power 

Yoosung: 

✮ you had accidentally knocked the power cord to his computer while you were cleaning and he was playing LOLOL 
✮ he screamed 
✮ he was ranting and raving about how he was in the middle of an important raid and he was so close to levelling up 
✮ and you’re kinda standing there with a laundry basket and a pile of clothes almost over your head 
✮ and you don’t know what to do 
✮ you kind of want to cry 
✮ you kind of want to throw the laundry at his head 
✮ until 
✮ “rika never did things like this!!”
✮ oh 
✮ of course
✮ it somehow always got back to this point. comparing you with rika 
✮ sometimes he didn’t mean it or even realise he’d done it. but this was different 
✮ you remain eerily calm, putting the laundry down before turning to glare at yoosung 
✮ a wave of realisation hits him and he’s just full of guilt 
✮ you very calmly tell him you’re going to spend the night with jaehee, and ask him not to contact you 
✮ he begins crying and pleading with you to stop and stay 
✮ he’s so sorry and he’s just hating himself while you pack an overnight bag
✮ he’s practically on his knees and following you, begging you to stay 
✮ you kind of pause when you see the raw sorrow in his face 
✮ you sigh and stop for a moment 
✮ you’re hurt but you know that you have to talk it out with yoosung for it to get better 
✮ you both talk for a few hours, and he completely understands your viewpoint and he apologises 18923475829 times 
✮ he stays off of LOLOL for a few weeks, and even after that he tries not to get too obsessed– because that’s how the whole problem started 
✮ he just doesn’t want to lose you 

Jaehee: 

✎ you just wanted her to stop working so much 
✎ she was working overtime at the cafe 
✎ so much that she practically lived there 
✎ she was there after-hours and before-hours 
✎ sometimes she slept there and wouldn’t come home 
✎ so you book a holiday for her in secret, making plans behind her back for the cafe so it can function without her
✎ you tell all the employees and the deliverers who are close with the shop 
✎ but when you sit jaehee down and announce your plan 
✎ she gets so cold 
✎ she wants none of it 
✎ she’s not overworking herself dammit 
✎ she’s just doing what needs to be done 
✎ you try telling her that she doesn’t need to coddle the cafe, that you and the other emplyees were fully capable of running it 
✎ but she’s so worked up 
✎ and she says that you can’t 
✎ you’re clearly offended and you’re upset that your hard work planning this holiday for her is being pushed aside 
✎ somehow, you get her to take the holiday and see how it pans out 
✎ she’s calling you constantly 
✎ eventually you start ignoring her calls and texts 
✎ she gets so freaked out that the cafe is literally crumbling with you in charge so she rushes home 
✎ and you’re so mad when she rushes into the cafe, only to stop when she sees everything is going as usual 
✎ “b-but you weren’t answering my calls! I thought something happened!” 
✎ “jaehee i was ignoring you because you have no trust in me and I was busy making sure you could enjoy your holiday!” you were screaming 
✎ she felt so bad 
✎ she took her vacation and came back a lot better 
✎ you two made up, and she explained that her problem came from being jumin’s assistant for so long (if she didn’t do her job everything fucked up bc jumin is horrible at his job lmao) 
✎ she was a lot more calm after that and took breaks when she needed to (even took some time off on every second weekend- when you took care of the cafe) 

Zen: 

✿ he was working 
✿ of course 
✿ his job was the root of most of your arguments as a couple 
✿ but this time he had gone out for drinks with the cast 
✿ while you were standing outside of a restaurant waiting for him- you were going to have a date since filming was wrapping up that day (which is why the cast was having drinks in the first place) 
✿ you had faith in him, and stayed there until the restaurant closed 
✿ which was very, very late in the evening, seeing as it was part bar 
✿ as you were walking home, upset 
✿ zen came stumbling out of the bar with his castmates 
✿ he doesn’t notice you at first 
✿ until one of his acting buddies points at you, not recognising you, and laughs about how you’re soaked in rain and look like you’ve had that worst day of your life 
✿ you hear him 
✿ zen chuckles slightly before looking closer and realising who it is 
✿ swears up a storm as he pushes away everyone- muttering out something like ‘ssss my girlfirendddd’ 
✿ he tries to grab you because you’re storming away 
✿ he’s trying to coo and ask you why you were out so late because he’s drunk and doesn’t remember 
✿ you slap his hands away before screaming at him 
✿ “I was waiting for you! Our date for celebrating the end of filming?! Guess you had other plans, huh?!” 
✿ he’s so shocked like 
✿ it looks like he’s been smacked in the face 
✿ he follows you all the way home, apologising profusely 
✿ you make him sleep on the couch and lock yourself in the bedroom 
✿ when he wakes up the next morning he remembers, even through his wicked hangover 
✿ he cooks an amazing breakfast and waits for you to come out 
✿ when you do he hands you flowers with a card about how sorry he is
✿ he swears that he’ll make it up to you- and never let it happen ever again 

Jumin: 

₩ he was planning on properly introducing you to his father 
₩ but he was getting so controlling 
₩ he literally dressed you and did your hair and practically gave you a lecture on how to act and what to say 
₩ you’re kind of pissed at him but try to understand that he’s just stressed about how his father will react 
₩ his father loves you, and you loosen up- begin to be yourself 
₩ his father leaves after blessing your relationship together 
₩ but jumin is fuming 
₩ ‘what were you doing?! I told you not to say this or that’ blah blah 
₩ you’re just so shocked 
₩ “jumin that’s not who I am!” 
₩ “that’s who you should be!” 
₩ silence. 
₩ jumin has never been afraid of anything 
₩ but he’s afraid of this silence and the tears that are slipping down your cheeks 
₩ he’s afraid of what he said. he’s afraid of himself 
₩ he stumbles over his words as he tries to apologise, saying that isn’t what he meant 
₩ you can’t hear him though, all you can hear is his previous words echoing through your head 
₩ you tell him you’re sleeping in the guest room that night- the only thing you said before locking him out 
₩ when you get up the next morning 
₩ you open the door and see jumin sitting on the ground agains the wall next to your door, elizabeth pulled to his chest 
₩ his eyes were puffy and his cheeks and nose red 
₩ he had a note next to him that he hadn’t finished 
₩ it read ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, tear stains smudging some of the letters 
₩ you sigh, and kneel down to wake him up 
₩ he explains that he thought his father wouldn’t accept you unless you were like the other women and he didn’t want his father to come between your relationship anymore than he already had with the Sarah bullshit 
₩ and you make up but he spends so long reassuring you that he loves you so much, just the way you are 

Seven/Saeyoung: 

✞ he was doing it again
✞ he was trying to push you away 
✞ someone had approached you while you were on the street, asking about a ‘707′ 
✞ when you told saeyoung he got so scared and reverted back to his old ways 
✞ trying to push you away so that you ‘wouldn’t get hurt’ 
✞ when you try to kiss his cheek he physically pushes you away (after acting hostile all day) 
✞ and you trip over his wires and fall- hitting your head on the ground 
✞ he’s shocked, you’re shocked 
✞ he reaches forward to try and help you but freezes when you flinch away 
✞ he feels like less than shit 
✞ he feels like death himself. the grim reaper- that’s him. 
✞ he watches helplessly as you stumble to your feet and rush off to the bedroom, locking yourself inside (even though Saeyoung had control over the locks) 
✞ he spends about an hour just leaning over his desk with his head in his hands, thinking over how terrible he had been 
✞ how you deserve so much better 
✞ he was unstable. he was dangerous. 
✞ you were the light. you were everything 
✞ after a while he unlocks the door and sends your robot-cat in with flowers and a note in his mouth 
✞ it’s a handwritten letter from saeyoung, telling you he was just scared 
✞ that he was so sorry. that he loved you more than he could ever understand and he didn’t know how to deal with that yet 
✞ you slowly walk out, seeing him sitting on the ground somewhere, surrounded by the mess that he’d made 
✞ he had thrown all the cushions and pillows on the couch. ripped up the first drafts of the note. he’d even knocked one of his monitors to the ground, shattering it.
✞ you sit with him and talk together 
✞ you make a plan for how you can both deal with these times better 
✞ he promises to spend his life making sure you’re as happy as you can be 

V/Jihyun:

☼ i’m so sorry but i don’t want to hurt this precious roll 

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Jewish family in Phoenix find anti-Semitic graffiti on their mailbox

  • Ari and Shoshana Simones were coming home from their Fourth of July holiday vacation when they found a hateful symbol left on their mailbox: the swastika.
  • The Simones are a Jewish family living in Phoenix. The swastika and the word “JEW” was sprawled across the mailbox in black spray paint.
  • “I feel like an overwhelming feeling of sadness that people could still be this ignorant and hateful,” she added.
  • The Phoenix Police Department are currently investigating the anti-semitic incident as a hate crime.
  • In April, the Anti-Defamation League reported an 86% increase in anti-semitic incidents and crimes within the first three months of 2017. Read more (7/6/17)

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AQUARIUS: writing a poem you like for the first time in months. learning how to love yourself. when a stranger smiles at you. screaming the words to your favorite song. smoking cigarettes in the backseat of a car.

PISCES: going to your first therapist appointment. making amends with someone who wronged you. giving a speech in front of a classroom. talking about the things that used to hurt and realizing they don’t anymore.

ARIES: exploring someone’s body like a treasure map. the first time you drank alcohol in your friend’s basement. writing until your fingers are sore. running so fast you can’t breathe. screaming profanities out of a car window.

TAURUS: coming home for the holidays. hiking up a mountain and enjoying the beautiful view. someone standing up for you. hot chocolate warming your throat after being out in the cold. reading a poem that’s about you.

GEMINI: when someone says i love you for the first time. laughing so hard your stomach aches. crying so hard but feeling better afterwards. showing up at your ex’s house half drunk. flowers blooming in the spring after a long winter.

CANCER: how it feels when someone is afraid to lose you. loving someone despite all of the mistakes they have made. feeling bad for somebody else. turning your hurt into artwork. hanging your feet over the edge of a dock.

LEO: talking to someone under the stars at 2 in the morning. drinking wine with your mom. baking chocolate chip cookies and eating the dough. tasting snow on your tongue. when you make a joke and everyone laughs.

VIRGO: sitting at home curled up with your favorite book or tv show. the shy longing looks at the beginning of a relationship. the satisfaction you feel when you help others. acing a test. looking up at the stars at night.

LIBRA: looking into someone’s eyes and knowing exactly how they feel. having deep conversation with someone and feeling like they understand you. sprawling across your best friend’s bed. your hair being played with.

SCORPIO: making love in a restaurant bathroom. sneaking out of your parents’ house in the middle of the night. sitting around a blazing fire singing songs and sharing stories. kissing someone first. saying i love you and meaning it.

SAGITTARIUS: dancing in the middle of the street. autumn leaves crunching underneath your feet. taking a vacation to a different country where you don’t speak the language. looking into the mirror and liking what you see.

CAPRICORN: meeting your significant other’s parents for the first time. eating ice cream and getting brain freezes with your best friends. saying goodbye to someone you thought you couldn’t live without. standing up to your fears.

—  what the signs remind me of
Promising Reciprocity II pt.1

genre: smut

jimin x reader, slight dom!jimin, slight spanking

word count: 8.4k


Deciding to go on a vacation with a few friends and lots of alcohol seemed to be the best idea after taking your exams. Especially the fact that your crush made you an offer that included more than just his friendship.                        But what does the future bring for the feelings you developed for Park Jimin?

Originally posted by park-jimin-gifs



„Guys, good news. My uncle said yes!“, your enthusiastic friend, Jungkook, announced as he stormed over the grass of the park you decided to meet up.

Loud cheering was heard from your best friend Lona and her boyfriend Hoseok. After months of exhaustion, a light at the end of the tunnel. The last few weeks were a torture of late night learning sessions, way too many energy drinks and insomnia. This is why you and a group of friends wanted to escape the daily life to drive to Jungkook’s uncle’s holiday home a few miles from town. You already gave up hope because his uncle took his time answering all messages and phone calls the boy had given him until this lazy sunday morning.

“Finally he answered! I’m so excited to go!”, your joyful voice was heard.

“Yeah, me too, but we have to discuss some rules and so on. My uncle is pretty strict if it comes to his little holiday home”, Jungkook replied.

This announcement did not mute your excitement. Instead the four of you began to speak in a mess before Jungkook told you what you had to note for your trip. It was a long list of not letting anyone home alone to cleaning our stuff up on our last day.

Next to you, Lona, your childhood best friend seemed uneasy all of a sudden as she started to squirm which left you wondering what might be the reason for her concern. You looked at her and nudged her arm.

“Everything’s alright?”, you whispered so the two boys would not notice.

Instead of answering you in a low voice she declared the worst possible thing that could happen to the peaceful vacation you painted in your head.

“I have to tell you something, but please don’t be angry with me!”, Lona said apologizing.

Hoseok, Lona’s boyfriend and your high school friend, Jungkook and you waited for her to speak as you stared at her intensely. She avoided all the stares before she inhaled deeply.

“You know my sister Lynn, right?”

A loud groan escaped all three mouths as you heard the name of Lona’s younger sister.

“Come on guys, don’t make it that hard for me!”, the girl pouted, “But my parents won’t be home while we are gone. And, as you all know, Lynn isn’t capable of staying home alone.. So can she tag along? She will behave, I promise!”

This proclamation left you speechless. Lona couldn’t be serious. Sure thing, her sister was just a year younger than her, but this did not mean that they had the same characteristics. While Lona was a charming girl who liked to hang out and party, Lynn had to exaggerate in everything her older sister did. If Lona went to a frat party with us, her sister had to come along and embarrass herself with uncontrollable drinking habits. If Lona slept over at your house, Lynn would call her at night and threaten her to come home. One time she even tried to seduce Hoseok, but luckily the boy called Lona and told her everything. All in all, Lynn was a bitch who granted everyone bad luck but herself.

This were the reasons Jungkook shook his dark locks heavily. “You are joking, right? I’m not going to take this bitch with me! No excuses for her, sorry Lona.”

Hoseok and you nodded at his words. Neither did the boys nor did you wanted to have this witch on your peaceful, relaxing vacation because you all knew that Lynn’s presence would bring war.

“Jungkook’s right, Baby. I don’t wanna admit it, but your sister will just cause chaos”, Hoseok tried to sooth his girlfriend, “Why don’t you speak to your parents again?”

“I did!”, Lona explained weak, “They told me I couldn’t go if Lynn can’t come with me. You guys know how strict my parents are. They are afraid that she burns our house down or kills somebody by accident.”

Sadly exactly this was why you did not want her to tag along but nobody dared to say this to the dejected girl next to you.

“This is bullshit, Lona”, you said while rubbing he girl’s arm, “Your sister is old enough to stay home alone. Just what are your parents thinking?”

“Guess they are not, that’s the problem”, Lona said sarcastically.

In your head you tried to find a solution but failed as you thought of different scenarios. Your eyes were glued to your best friends face while she played nervously with her fingernails.

“Just don’t leave me here, it’ll be so boring alone without you”, Lona declared sadly, “There are enough beds and we also have a free seat in the car. We’ll be partying the whole time anyway, so you won’t even notice that Lynn is there.”

You exhaled loudly. Of course there was enough space for all-

“Are you sure you did count all of us in?”, Jungkook asked, smiling victoriously, “She can’t tag along because we already would be five.”

“Ah, I forgot, but Hoseok’s parents have a bigger car that they might lend us”, Lona defended and looked hopefully at her boyfriend.

You on the opposite were confused as hell. What were they talking about? You thought that you would have been up-to-date but your friends had to prove you wrong.

“Can anybody explain what is going on? Who is coming with us?”

The three of them watched as you held your hands up in confusion.

“Y/n, hadn’t Lona told you that Jimin will be the one who wanted to come with us?”, Hoseok spoke while looking at you calmly his little dimples showing.

Slowly your eyes made its way to your best friend who avoided her eyes pretty fast. Park Jimin, your crush since high school, was going to live with you for the time you stayed at Jungkook’s holiday house? The Park Jimin who you always admired but was too shy to start anything with? And the only person who knew had just forgotten to tell you this little, new detail?

Your gaze pierced Lona for not letting you know that your crush would come along. Suddenly the others around you stood up from the grass you sat on.

“So it’s set then?”, the tall girl asked while taking her boyfriend’s hand in hers, “Thank you, really, I know you hate her, even I do. So I’m indebted now.” Lona’s cheerful voice left you in confusion.

How long did you think about the fact that Jimin would be beside you while you are gone? Long enough for you not to notice that the group had decided to try the trip with Lynn as well. They also agreed to end your vacation if she did not behave. No wonder Lona was so cheerful again, she was able to go even though she had to babysit her annoying sister.

“Let’s talk over the phone about the stuff we need to bring with us”, Jungkook shouted to you as he made his way over the green grass of the park you had met up.

You waved goodbye before turning to look at the two remaining persons who stood next to you.

“I’m going then”, were your last words while turning on your heel to go home thinking about the upcoming event that made your heart race, in excitement and fear.


The heat was unbearable as you sat in the back-seat of Hoseok’s van. Next to you Lona played games on her phone while singing along to the music that filled the big car. The seat in front of you was taken by your best friends sister, Lynn and unfortunately only a rucksack separated her from your crush, Park Jimin. The front row was occupied by Hoseok who drove and Jungkook who had the task to navigate your group to your destination without getting lost on the way. Your suitcases were packed behind you but because of the little space all your lunch packs and water bottles had to stay between Lynn and Jimin and for that you were more than thankful.

The hour you already spent in the van, Lynn tried more attempts to flirt with Jimin that you lost count. They boy on the other hand was polite - watching her tits up and down was an exception -  but you could see that he was clearly tired of her talking. She was pretty - at least one feature she scored with - but Jimin did not seem the least bit interested in a conversation with her.

“Y/n, sing along!”, Lona said and threw her hands in the air, “That’s our jam!”

Giggling at her childish behaviour you began to shout the song in loud voices. Laughter was heard from the seat across from you. The black haired boy, who you found so utterly handsome, looked straight at you, a bright smile on his face. His teeth were showing as you shouted the next verse with your best friend. Only then you noticed his starring and your voice got stuck in your throat in embarrassment. Jimin’s smile deepened so you could see the crooked front tooth of his.

“Wonderful voice, y/n”, your crush remarked laughing, “Keep going, it makes this boring ride funny.”

You felt your cheeks burning but smiled at him shyly. “How about you try it out, too? I bet you know this song.”

With this the bright smile turned into a grin before Jimin turned around again just to start shouting the lyrics as well as the girl next to you. You watched him in awe while continuing the little singing session you guys had started. With that the next half hour flew by pretty fast and Hoseok drove to a picnic area to eat the packed lunches.

“The fucking heat is killing me in the back”, you complained as you climbed out to get into the fresh air. The sun was already setting, so you decided to eat pretty fast before retuning onto the streets.

“Wanna swap the seats?”, a melodious voice spoke behind you.

Goosebumps made its way along you arms at his voice.

“I really want to but your legs are too long for you to fit in the back of the van”, you looked at Jimin over your shoulder, “But thanks.”

The few sentences you exchanged were more than you had ever spoken to each other. The dark haired boy visited the class next to you in high school but Jungkook, your male best friend, was also his friend why you knew Jimin in the first place. At your very first meet up you were so shy that you just went home after seeing Jimin next to Jungkook. You never said more than ‘hello’ and ‘see you’ to your crush and the attention you were getting from him now, was making you quite nervous.

His loud voice woke you from the memories you had of your shy days around him: “Lynn, is it okay if you swap your seat for the next hours?”

The blond, tall girl smiled sweetly at Jimin as she walked slowly back to the two of you. Her eyes never left Jimin’s face.

“I do everything for you, Cutie”, she chirped and you had the feeling that your last meal might land before you at her cockiness.  

“Thanks”, was the only word Jimin answered while checking out Lynn’s body again, “Problem solved.”

A light giggle escaped your mouth while you went to the other three persons, waiting for you to start unpacking the lunch boxes you had prepared. The time went by fast before you made yourself comfortable on the seat the blond girl had sat on previously. Jimin climbed in after you, grinning at your delicate figure next to him. This time no rucksack separated the seats , therefore you were slightly nervous.

“Guess it takes the time we already drove and then let’s just go to bed, this heat is unbearable”, you heard Lona behind you whining about the hottest seat she had. Thank god, you were finally able to relax instead of melting in the back seats.

“Have you seen the latest action movie, y/n? Or isn’t it your genre of movies?”, Jimin suddenly turned his attention to you. He had his tablet in his hands and you could see that the intro of a movie was playing on it. Staggered you looked at the pretty boy beside you.

“I watch everything except horror movies, it gives me chills. But no, it seems pretty new, isn’t it?”, you said while shyly avoiding his dark brown eyes.

“It is! Want to watch it together? I mean, we have more than a hour to kill”, Jimin said, you could see the crooked tooth again, and found it unbelievably cute. The normally cocky, sexy atmosphere around him was not that strong if he smiled with his plump, red lips.

Jimin’s hand went though his black hair as he waited for your answer, eyes focused on your pretty face. He licked his lips while you loosened your seat belt and slid on the seat in the middle, right next to him, leaning forward to grab one of his headphones. You never were this near to Jimin, so the scent that filled your nose was completely new. It intoxicated you the moment you leaned in. Strong cologne, peppermint as well as hair gel formed the scent of Jimin. The distance allowed you to see every muscle that laid beneath the light blue, ripped jeans and the plain white shirt he wore. Now you even notices little moles on his face, his cross earrings and his really long eyelashes. You could not focus on the intro of the film as you were starring at the incredibly attractive boy.

“Y/n, the movie has already began, don’t you think you might focus on it rather than on me?”, Jimin whispered while leaning further into you, pressing his shoulder against yours.

Flushed your eyes narrowed to his hands, cursing you for blankly starring at your crush and even get caught. No wonder you were the black sheep in your family.

“Sorry”, you whispered weakly.

Jimin smiled to himself and observed you a while before the movie caught his attention. During the movie you felt Jimin’s free hand move up around your shoulders, resting on them lightly. The red hue in your cheeks increased and at this rate he had to hear your heartbeat.

“It’s okay, right?”, he whispered again.

You nodded before his hand began to massage your shoulder.

“Relax, y/n, I won’t bite. Not yet.”

With that the last bit relaxation was gone.


At ten this evening you finally got to your destination. The house of Jungkook’s uncle was bigger than you imagined. An alley of grass, cherry blossom trees and a white fence lined the gateway that lead to the white house in front of you. It lay before a little forest next to a few other houses.

“Guys, let’s unpack our cases and then we should eat before exploring the area”, Jungkook stated while opening the trunk of Hoseok’s van.

“I don’t have the energy to explore anything around here except for Lona”, the boy with the curls said sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes at this comment, following Jungkook with your own stuff. The boy opened the front door, searching for the switch of the light.

The house was coloured in brown hues, wooden furniture and the minimum of technological gadgets. At least there was a TV in the living room and internet. The back of the holiday home formed a wooden terrace and a garden you could eat your breakfast in.

After all of you looked around you gathered on the couch in the living room, discussing your next steps.

“There are three bedrooms, and I guess Lona goes with Hoseok, right?”, Jungkook said while looking at the only couple in the room. A double nod was his answer. “Okay, y/n and Lynn? Or do you want to share with Lynn, Jimin?”

“Not doing with her, forget it”, you made your opinion very clear as you shook you head furiously.

“That’s mean, y/n”, Lynn said with strained disappointment in her voice.

“Y/n can go with me”, Jungkook just said and shrugged his shoulder, “Not the first time she slept in my bed.” A grin spread across his face he winked, showing his bunny teeth.

“If she wants, we also can share a bed”, Jimin’s voice reported from the other side of the couch.

All eyes were on the boy with the black hair who smiled at you. Before you knew what you were doing you nodded your head.

At this Jungkook groaned. “I’m sleeping on the sofa, thanks y/n.”


Panic flooded your body as you made your way to the bedrooms upstairs the house. Behind you was Jimin who seemed to be relaxation in its purest form. What drove you the moment you agreed to sleep with your crush in the same bed? Jealousy? Insanity? You couldn’t change it anyway now. Jungkook was leading before he opened the last door at the end of the floor. Lona and Hoseok had their room next to you while Lynn’s bedroom was across the floor.

White coloured walls and a light wardrobe greeted you as well as a cute desk made of glass without a chair. Only the huge bed with flower patterned sheets caught your attention, that built the centre of the room. You gulped loudly at the thought that Jimin’s body will be sprawled across this silky sheets in mere hours. Even though you did not want to admit the feeling in your lower stomach, you felt it tensing up at that thought.

“Y/n, if he bothers you, join me downstairs, understood?”, Jungkook said while laying his arm across the other boy’s wide shoulders. Jimin was a few centimetres shorter than Jungkook, also the grinning boy was younger than his best friend. Your crush just nudged your best friend in his sides before smiling brightly at you.

“I don’t think she will be bothered by me”, Jimin’s voice got a little lower what made you see-saw.

“Don’t worry, Kookie, I can handle him by myself”, you heard yourself saying, grinning at the two boys whom were watching you playing with a strand of your hair.

You watched as the boys talked about some things they wanted to do while you were here, unpacking your suitcase and folding your clothing to lay them in the empty closet. A few minutes later, Jungkook made it’s way downstairs. Now you were alone with Jimin and the atmosphere changed immediately.

“You can handle me?”, the handsome boy giggled, sitting down on the bed, propped up on his hands. His gaze lay on you while he tilted his head showing his pearly teeth.

“After you told me you wouldn’t bite, I guess I can do just that, yeah”, you answered, leaning against the desk underneath the window on the right side of the room.

Jimin’s head flew back and an angelic laugh escaped his plump lips. The heat rushed to your cheeks again, but you did not dare to look away from him.

“Today I won’t bite but don’t except this from me tomorrow”, the dark haired guy said, winking at you, before standing up. The first thought was that he might do something to you, but instead he opened his backpack and pulled a towel and a little bag out of it.

“I’m going to take a shower. Tell Jungkook to order me something to eat, too, yeah?”

Jimin grinned at you shortly as he went out of your room.

The cute characteristics you always imagined he had, turned out to be your own false ideals. In reality Jimin seemed to be a cocky guy, who was everything but the boyfriend material you always thought he would be. The slight feeling of disappointment filled your bones as you snatched your phone and went to join Jungkook.


Back in your room, you changed into your sleeping shorts and a white, low-cut t-shirt for the night. You were quite exhausted from the three hours long drive and the feeling that Park Jimin had some unknown plans as he was your room mate for the time being.

You already had washed up and were ready to head to bed. Lona and Hoseok were long gone while you sat downstairs talking with Jungkook. Some time later Lynn also went to her upstairs and Jimin followed a few minutes later. You were surprised not to find him in your room as you tiptoed in the dark, trying to find your way to the bed.

Only as you switched off the light of the little lamp above you, you heard him opening the door.

“Y/n?”, a low whisper rang from the door.

“I’m awake”, you answered aloud before Jimin switched the light on.

“Sorry, sleep tight, y/n”, Jimin said while unbuttoning his jeans and stripping the rest of his clothes.

How could you sleep while you saw the guy of your high school dreams right before your eyes, only in his boxers, naked torso, shadows dancing on it with every move. The tiredness was gone but as you tried to avoid your gaze, the boy crossed his arms before his bare chest.

“This is the second time today, y/n”, a little smirk played around his plump lips.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Turn the lights down and go to sleep”, even though you wanted to hide your excitement, your voice shook a little.

But instead of an answer the room was suddenly left in darkness and the black haired, half naked boy climbed into the bed next to you. You could feel his presence as he lay down, throwing his blanket over his body.

“I hope Hoseok and his girlfriend are quiet though”, he whispered beside you into the dark.

“Don’t worry, they already fucked before you came in”, you stated with light frustration.

You felt the mattress move as Jimin turned around, face in your direction. But your stare stayed fixated on the ceiling you could not see in the dark.

“Good night, Jimin”, you whispered.

“Good night, y/n”, he answered while hugging his own pillow.

This night you could not sleep one bit. The only times you closed your eyes the image of the boy next to you popped up in your head and with that you stayed awake, hearing the heavy breathing of your crush next to you.


The next morning you decided the activities you wanted to do the next days. Shopping, swimming or partying were the main points that were discussed. Up until now Lona’s little sister was rather quiet but as the words ‘party’, ‘alcohol’ or ‘sex’ made its way into the conversation, she was full awake and getting on your nerves.

Lastly you decided on going shopping in separated groups and going to a famous club this evening. Fortunately your best friend, Lona, would come with you as you wanted to buy some underwear and a suited outfit for the occasion at night. But as Lynn was not allowed to stay behind, she had to tag along with the two of you. You understood that she could not go with the boys but you wanted her neither.

“Take this and.. definitely the black one”, Lona said as she held both dresses up to decide which one suited you better. “The lucky bastard who gets to see you in those, lord, help him.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing loudly, at her exaggeration. The underwear you held up left nothing to ones imagination, black lace that let anyone see through it as it was mostly transparent. A black dress, pretty short only held by two small strings over your shoulder, silk at its finest. You were not sure if you were cabable in wearing such an outfit the right way but definitely wanted to try.

“It reminds me more of a lingerie than an actual dress”, you stated, running your hands down the soft fabric.

“Shut up and take it”, your best friend nodded while grabbing the dress and going to the cashier.

The two of you bought new clothes while Lynn just waited for the two of you to finish your shopping trip to go to the meet up at the restaurant you wanted to have lunch together. Lona had an exclusive eye for fashion therefore she paid for a red revealing dress and monstrous high heels you would never be able to walk on.

After your meet up, Lona wanted to spend some time with Hoseok, so you had to do something with Jungkook, Jimin and unfortunately Lynn. Neither the boys nor you wanted to wander through the hot city any more wherefore you went home again. There you and Jungkook watched TV for some time until tiredness seeped though your bones. You lay your head on your best friends thighs, animating him to stroke your hair. You often did this the last years of your friendship, even though it appeared strange to other people, like Jimin.

“Why don’t you get a room?”, he said, shaking his head as he sat down next to Jungkook.

“It’s a habit. She can sleep here if she had a stressful night”, the boy defended you, caressing your head with his big hand.

“Stressful night? We just slept, dude”, confusion traced Jimin’s voice, looking at your face. “She would not be able to stay awake either here or in her own bed if I would have finished her.”

“Just let me sleep, I want to have fun tonight and not go to bed at nine”, your weak voice was heard and the boys fell silent.

Slowly you drifted to sleep hearing low voices talking about you.


You were woken by a hand that shook you lightly. The nap you only wanted to take developed into a deep sleep why you were quite shocked as you saw Jungkook’s face traced with pain.

“Sorry y/n, but I can’t feel my thighs and my dick any more.”

While rubbing your eyes you got up from his lap, looking at the round watch on the wall. Two hours until you wanted to leave for the club.

“Thanks, Kookie”, a warm smile played around your lips as you patted his brown curls. You stretched before standing up, walking towards the bathroom up the stairs.

Lona already waited for you to wake up as she wanted to tell you what she and Hoseok did. They met some people who showed them a special lake near your house. She described it as ‘a must go to’, so you agreed to stay there the next days if the weather was as nice as the last days.

“You have to wear your new clothes, y/n. They are washed and dry as well, so go on!”

Lona forced you into your newly snatched underwear and dress before doing your hair and make up.

“Jimin will only have eyes for you, y/n”, your best friend smiled at you proudly.

“Ah, I guess his character is too far from what I thought he would be”, you explained sadly. “He is more of a cocky playboy rather than the charming guy I thought he would be at the beginning of our trip. But I shouldn’t be expecting anything. Actually it was the first time I talked to him yesterday.”

Your best friend listened to your complains.

“Bullshit, y/n!”, she said. “You shouldn’t care, he eats you with his eyes the whole fucking time. Even if he is not suited for the perfect partner but a good fuck would be a good fuck. Sweetie, I don’t want to say this, but you definitely need one.”

Shock was written on your face. Of course you thought about Jimin in this light, but an actual friendship would not be possible any more if something more intimate might happen between you two.

“We’ll see, Lona. Let’s collect your sister and head for the club, I need some alcohol.”

With that you girls went downstairs to find the rest of your group.

“Babe, you look so fucking sexy! Let us just stay here, you won’t need this slutty dress any more”, Hoseok spun his girlfriend around, licking his lips.

“You think all the work will be for nothing? Wait till later”, Lona winked at her boyfriend, kissing him passionately, while you avoided you gaze, looking for Jungkook and Jimin.

Lynn’s voice reached your ears, turning around to see the boys walking down the stairs as well.

“God, Jimin, you are far too handsome”, her high pitched voice shouted before she ran towards Jimin, letting her hands wander around his chest. The girl wore a tight red skirt with a black crop top, showing of her nice body.

Jimin grinned down at her, his hands on her waist shortly before noticing your presence behind the girl in front of him. His jaw dropped as his eyes wandered from your heels to the curls Lona had made you. The dark eyes found its way down your body again, letting go of Lynn.

“Y/n, nice dress”, he smiled, coming a few steps closer.

“Thanks, nice outfit, too”, you replied, checking him out as frankly as he did.

Today Jimin went with black ripped jeans, that wrapped tightly around his muscular thighs, a dark blue shirt with long sleeves that were pretty airy at the wrists and had a low-cut. Boots completed his casual but sexy outfit. Your mouth watered as you thought about the conversation from before and decided to take Lona’s advice for today. 'A good fuck’.

Jimin’s plump, red lips curved at the sight before him. You looking so deliciously hot, devouring himwith your sparkling eyes. The night began promising, he thought.

“Better let’s go before Lona and Hoseok fuck in front of us”, the missing boy, Jungkook, announced while heading to the front door.

They wouldn’t be the only ones, you thought and followed Jungkook into the breezy air.


Danceable music filled the huge room as your group entered the famous club 'Night-owl’. Several hundred people flooded the dance floors, laughing, talking and moving their bodies rhythmically to the loud music. Your friends danced their way to the counter of the bar where you found a niche. You ordered your drinks while wiggling to the rhymes.

“Guys, let’s toast to an unforgettable trip and our friendships!”, you stated and held up your drink. Glass clinked as loud cheering filled the air around you. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, a satisfying feeling after exhausting weeks without fun.

“Lynn, don’t be a party pooper today and don’t drink too much”, her older sister warned. “Just have fun.”

Lynn nodded sarcastically at her: “Jimin will be here, so my fun is guaranteed.” The girl’s teeth were showing while she looked at Jimin.

The boy instead had his eyes fixated on your short dress that slipped up your thighs while sitting across from him. You had crossed them over each other what brought you double the attention from the attractive guy who licked his lips for the second time this evening while watching your surprising new actions. Where did the sudden change come from?, he wondered.

Of course you did it on purpose. After considering Lona’s words, you would not reject any offer from Jimin. At least this night should be lived to its fullest, consequences could wait until tomorrow. You deserved it and seeing Lynn walking behind Jimin like a puppy, you wanted him even more. At the beginning you wanted your imaginary boyfriend material but right now the cocky, confident Jimin slowly started creeping inside your head. Lona was just the fuse.

Your group of friends drowned a few drinks while moving in the seats before you and Lona stood up, taking each others hands and walking to the dance floor. Behind you, Hoseok, the dancing king, followed you two. Only Jungkook and Jimin sat on their seats even now. Lynn was gone a few minutes ago but you did not care enough to worry.

“Never was a DJ so good”, Lona shouted next to your ear. And she was right, every song was danceable and the mass on the floor moved their bodies without a break.

So did you three. All eyes were focused on the couple who made the dance floor their own. Even you, who have seen it so many times, watched them fascinated.

“I didn’t know they were capable of such dancing”, a voice reached your ear before you turned around to find Jimin close behind you. His body moved to the music and for you, this was more ethereal than everything you had seen in your life. Toned muscles dancing on his body as he rolled his hips. A lascivious expression on his angelic features, lips curled into a lopsided smile, eyes so unfathomable in the changing lights of the club. Maybe it were the drinks you already had but as Jimin closed the distance you turned your back and pressed it into his revealing chest. Right then his hands roamed around your waist and landed at your hips. They brought you even nearer before Jimin leaned in to say something in your ear.

“Today, y/n, I’m going to bite.”

Although you already made up your mind in wanting him, the last bit of shyness made your cheeks burn. At the same time you registered the same tingling feeling in your lower stomach that appeared yesterday by looking at the huge bed and thinking about Jimin’s body.

Just then the boy started to roll his hips into you from the backside, caressing your sides. Your head lay on his big shoulder, his scent filling your nose again while laying your hands on his. For a while you just danced like normal flirting people but it was only a matter of time until you felt Jimin’s hips press into your butt over and over again. Through the fabric of your thin dress you could already feel his erection digging into you. This feeling alone made your knees weak, as you felt how tight your panties became, the wet liquid soaking them slowly. Your movements became heavier, heart racing and as Jimin’s arm moved round your waist to pull you into his erection, a little, quiet moan escaped your mouth.

How was 'dancing’ this sexy with him? If you still could called it that.

“You look so damn hot in your dress, y/n”, Jimin pressed his lips tightly against your ear. “I want to rip this thing of your body and fuck you right here on the dance floor. I don’t really care if they are watching.”

A whimper slipped out your mouth while you closed your eyes, actually considering his tempting words. You bet that Jimin was capable of doing just what he offered you right now.

“You make my head spin”, you admitted while wriggling yourself out of his tight hug to turn around, looking up into his flushed face. Your crush returned your gaze, roaming over your body before landing on your dark red lips. Just then you stepped into him, folding your hands behind his neck, urging your body to touch his. Your abdomen landed on his crotch, circling to feel the needed friction of your heated wetness. Jimin’s eyes followed your actions, lust boiling behind them as he felt his bulge being stroked by your moving hips.

Your view was filled with the beautiful face of his, tracing every detail with your eyes. From the chocolate eyes, over the quite small nose to the high cheekbones. Until they remained on his plump, wet lips that looked so fucking soft under your own. Oh, how you wanted to feel them on yours. Your tongue wetted your own lips, lascivious, slowly, waiting for the boy to do what you wanted.

“Who does make whose head spin”, your crush’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at you before he grabbed your hips and suddenly pressed his lips on yours.

It was like an explosion as he touched you for the first time. He felt so soft, just what you expected. His round, warm lips lay on yours for a moment until you both started to move your mouths on top of the other. In no time you clung on him, forgetting to dance to the music, several elbows hitting you but you did not care. Finally you were able to feel what you had dreamed about since high school.

Jimin kissed you for an eternity, deepening it from time to time before he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. His wet muscle wrapped around your own, sucking delicately at it while holding onto your hips stronger than necessary. Small moans left his mouth as you passionately kissed in the mass of dancing people. You did not notice how much time had passed but as Jimin broke loose from you, you made a sound showing your disappointment.

“I can’t control myself any more. Let’s go home”, the boy said with swollen lips, red from your dark lipstick.

His big hand grabbed yours as you looked for Jungkook to snatch his key. It took his time until you found him in the bathroom with some random girl.

“Dude, give me your key”, Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration as you stood in front of a toilet booth hearing Jungkook’s heavy voice.

“Are you for real, I’m busy. Fuck off”, the boy’s anger was clearly shown.

“Kookie, just throw it over the door”, you said, beginning to find the wet panties uncomfortable.

As your best friend heard your voice next to Jimin, he opened the door, pulling up his jeans.

“The fuck, y/n?”, he said, the girl behind him furiously glancing at you two.

“Sorry, just hurry up, Kookie.”

With that the boy stared unbelievably in your face, fishing the key out of his pocket.

“Thanks, have fun, Kookie”, you snatched the key and nearly ran towards the exit.

You often saw Jungkook in this state, so it was quite normal to see him half naked with a girl. He would be able to continue, so no worries, you thought.

The way home was a mix of kisses, panting and running as you made your way to the white house a few blocks away. You chased each other laughing, touching him whenever you had the chance until you arrived at the porch of the house.

The door was not even closed, yet Jimin tapped your thighs. You jumped into his strong arms as he wrapped your legs around his waist. In a swift turn he headed for the living room, never once leaving your lips. A few times you two staggered before you reached the huge couch, where Jimin sat down, you straddling his lap. Your hands roamed through his black, soft hair and landed on the back of his neck. He instead let his hands wander around your body, from the curve of your breasts to your round ass. His hands began to massage your flesh before you felt a sting as his hand hit you hard. A loud moan was heard from you, what made Jimin smirk up your face.

“You like that?”

A nod was your answer before Jimin raised his hands again to smack your ass even harder. It stung pretty much as to why he caressed the part he just hit. This action continued to the point where your panties were soaked with your juices.

Heavy breathing hit your face as you looked down on Jimin, focusing on the darkening lips of his.

“Take off your clothes, y/n”, his voice was confident while he still soothed the spot of your pain. “I want to see you.”

You stood up from your position, extremely slowly opening the zippier of your black dress, sliding your arms out of the strings before letting the dress fall of your body. Jimin’s breathing stopped as you made a little show for him, focusing on every new spot of skin he could see until you dropped the dress completely, now standing only in a pair of transparent, black lace. His hands began to stroke his bulge trough the jeans while being in trance from the sight I front of him.

“Like what you see?”, you asked softly, watching as he palmed himself.

Instead of an answer he reached forward to grab you by your waist to pull you into your previous position. Your hips bucked into his as you sat on his lap, your core above his prominent erection. As you lowered yourself to circle your hips, you heard a small whimper from the boy, you oh so wanted.

“I can’t wait to feel you around me, so tight and wet. Look what you do to my jeans”, Jimin said seductively, pointing to the wet strand on his jeans.

“Then do it, Jimin. I’m more than ready for you”, you said, breath stuck in your throat as Jimin began to kiss your jaw to you sensitive neck. His plump lips kissed its way around your delicate skin, sucking, biting and soothing it. With every next tease of his, you moaned louder. The boy’s hands stroked your ass before massaging it again while his mouth wandered down to the hem of your bra. His dark eyes made contact with yours, lips dangerously close to your breast. Then he bit down onto your new bra, leaving you trembling above him. A heated shiver ran down your spine while Jimin left his marks on the soft flesh of your mounds, getting closer to your erected nipples before taking one into his warm mouth. His pearly teeth nipped at the extremely sensitive spot of your breast through the fabric of your lacy bra. With time he sucked strong on your now dark nipple before devoting his attention to the other one, his hands massaging riskily close to your wet folds. His name left your mouth several times already even though he had not touched where you needed him the most. Slowly you moved your hips onto his, needed friction missing as he stopped your movements.

The handsome boy’s touch abandoned your body as he straightened his back, kissing your lips before he swirled you onto the couch next to him. Fast, he stripped in front of you, clothes thrown in all directions, until the last piece lay on the floor. You watched in awe at the view that was exposed to you. Jimin had tanned skin and toned muscles that moved as he made his way towards you. His bare chest was trained and his thighs made your mouth water, how they looked solid and soft at the same time. Only one thing clouded all other thoughts you had the moment Jimin hovered over your body. His prominent erection sprung into your sight the instant he revealed it. Pulsating, darker than his normal taint with a thickness you felt even through his jeans.

Your hands touched his arms, his bare chest and his face as his darkening, lustful eyes devoured you. His next action was unpredictable as he pushed you down with a hand on your chest. He then opened your bra - luckily the clasp was on the front side - before grabbing your free breast with both hands. His thumbs roamed across your nipples that were purple from Jimin’s sucking. They wandered down your free torso until they arrived at your wetness. He then began to stroke you in sow motion, what made you squirm underneath him, every now and then hissing at the sensation. Jimin’s mouth formed a desirable grin, leaning forward, biting his way from you breasts to you stomach.

You knew that your body would be covered in red marks tomorrow, that would show everyone what you have done, but you did not care as your crush’s lips trailed to the hem of your transparent panties. A heated kiss was pressed onto the bundle of nerves before he straightened himself again, stopping all body contact. You whined at the loss of his hand that gave you at least a little friction.

“I wanted to treasure this moment, y/n, but I’m at my limit and it seams you are so damn wet for me that my dick will slide in without problem”, Jimin’s voice was lower than ever, teasing you about your body’s reaction.

“Why don’t you do it then? I’m at my limit, Jimin. Just fuck me already, please”, you begged while the boy just stared at you, smiling proudly about the marks he covered your body in.

“Eager, baby girl?”

The new nickname filled you with even more desire. This word lid a fire inside you, so you grasped down to push down your panties. Jimin’s reaction aroused you as he licked his prominent bottom lip, his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“So, so eager, I see”, he whispered, leaning over the couch to fetch the condom out of his purse.

You hummed in agreement, watching him in heat as he pulled the condom over his dick. Then he grabbed your arms, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, taking his dick in your hand before you positioned it before your wet core. The tingling feeling intensified, finally being able to feel his cock into your tight wetness.

Loud moaning filled the room as you lowered your hips onto his pulsating dick. He filled you completely, waiting for you to finally move. The pleasurable stretch made you grab onto the boys wide shoulders, before you started to roll your hips against him. Although he had barely touched you, you felt yourself tightening with every hip roll of yours.

“You are so fucking tight, baby girl, I won’t last long”, Jimin’s said, breath stuck in his throat from the way you circled around his dick.

His words gave you an ego boost why you grabbed his hair and pressed your lips hard onto his. Passionately you kissed his delicious lips, earning low moans from the pretty boy beneath you. His solid grip on your hips became even stronger as he moved you up and down his lengths.

The heat in the pit of your stomach was vigorous and you could feel how your pussy contradicted around his dick, what made it hard for you to move.

“Jimin”, you cried his name while he moved you furiously, breasts bouncing in front of the face you found so angelic, but at this moment the delicate features were exchanged with the ones of a fallen angel. His eyes so deep and fathomless, watching you bounce on his dick, moaning his name over and over again. He could feel how close he got with every roll of your hips against his own, your juices flowing down onto his balls.

Jimin’s fingers got down between your legs, rubbing your clit, fastening the process of reaching your high. Your voice echoed trough the room while closing your eyes, feeling as your orgasm approached you.

“Make yourself come, baby girl”, Jimin encouraged you, mercilessly stroking over your bundle of nerves. “Use my dick for your high.”

With that you slowed down, warmth flooding your core as you rode yourself through your climax. The prickling feeling overwhelming you while Jimin stroked you over the edge. It was an unbelievably intense orgasm, sweat forming on your skin as you stopped rolling your hips into Jimins. Your head fell onto the boy’s warm shoulder.

“You aren’t done yet”, his voice woke you.

With that he held your hips in the air, before he started thrusting into you from underneath. You cried out at the overstimulation you got from the friction his dick caused again. Therefore you moaned his name again, close to his ear to aggravate his lust. It worked because the tanned boy moved even faster, grunts falling from his swollen lips whereas drops of sweat formed onto his chest as well as his forehead.

“Ahh~ Baby girl”, Jimin moaned your new pet name a few times before he pulled himself out of you, getting rid of the used condom before he pushed you down onto the floor in front of him. He stroked his dick with his hand in agitation, the sight of you kneeling so close to his dick let his semen spurt onto your chest. Thick streaks of the white fluids flowing down your torso onto your stomach. Light whimpers left Jimin’s lips while he pumped his pulsating dick until it became soft in his hands, watching your fucked out state, your eyes fixated on his semi hard cock.

“You are amazing, y/n”, Jimin said, grinning at you while showing his crooked front tooth, eyes crinkled. His chest heaved as his head fell back onto the rest of the couch.

Your legs were shaking as you stood up, falling next to the boy you just had sex with.

“Guess you were okay, too”, you teased, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. “We should repeat it some time, Jimin.”

Adrenalin made you say it, but as the boy took his time answering, panic crawled inside your head. Did you cross the line? Your view lay on Jimin, who returned your gaze, an unknown expression plastered on his features.

Without saying anything he straightened, standing up before he leaned down lifting you up into his strong arms. He held you bridal style while walking out of the living room into the dark corridor.

“I never said that we are done for the night, did I?”, his low voice proclaimed amused.

You just giggled, kissing his plump lips as you made your way upstairs.

Mixed feelings blended into you as the night continued to become more promising than before.

Really? The Ginger? {Reader Insert}

Imagine: Christmas is coming, meaning FP is given free passage home for the holidays. When he sees his girl ogling over another boy, well, he isn’t too happy.

Summary: With her lover behind bars, {Y/N} took her chances with young Mr. Andrews. But when the brooding bad boy saunters through the door, she knows that she’s in trouble. Still, it’s rather exciting to have her beloved FP back for a short while.

Warnings: F/M Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), reader is 18 (so bigger age gap, but still legal at least).

Request?: Yes, a lovely little nonny asked for a piece where FP punishes the reader for getting a little too close to Archie.

Word Count: 2286

Taglist: @theserpentgod  

Disclaimer: I did not make the gif, credits to the user that made it. The Riverdale characters are not mine, credit to the writers and producers.

A/N: This was a fun piece to write, and I’m very thankful for the request. I hope I did okay with the more dominant side of FP. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

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Remus being your dad would include…

- When you were younger, he and your mother would always alternate with their work, so at least one of them would be there for you

- Always reading you bedtime stories when you were younger

- Wanting for you to not only be familiar with the wizarding society but also get to know the muggle world

- Him having kind of mixed feelings about uncle James’ and uncle Sirius’ questionable influences

- Sirius and James telling you all the wild stories about their time at school together

- Them being totally excited when it’s time for you to go to Hogwarts, probably even more than you

- Even though Remus would be super worried about you. Constantly

- Both of you beaming when you come home from school during your holidays

- Him always trying to keep you away during full moons because accidentally hurting you would be his greatest fear

- Which is why the first and only time you saw your father cry, was, when you announced that you’d become an animagus to be able to stay with him during full moons

- Taking you to walks through forests on sunny days

- Despite him being his gentle and friendly self, he would be absolutely not amused by the thought of you starting to date someone

- You sometimes having to tell him to go to bed when he got so absorbed in his studies that he didn’t even realize it’s past midnight

- No matter whether you’d be 3, 16 or 36, you would always be his little boy/girl

Illusion of Choice (M)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Summary: You’ve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brother’s mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancé.

Word Count: 7.3k+

Genre: Heir!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Smut and mentions (but not depictions) of death

A/N: Honestly one of the thoughts going through my head while writing this was “What’s the best way to make the readers suffer?” I’m not even sure if I’m kidding.

You always wondered why your parents let you have boy best friends. After all, being from such an affluent family, as well as being the oldest child, you will be expected to marry someone for the good of the company. Letting you be around boys would just risk you falling for someone that you can’t have.

These are the thoughts running through your mind as your parents call you up to their study on the eve of your 18th birthday, and you know that the day has come. They would finally tell you who you were betrothed to. You stand in front of your father’s big wooden desk, listening to their spiel about your duties as the heir to their company, only listening for one thing: a name. However, what leaves your father’s lips is not what you expected. The words “Jeon Jungmin.”

Jeon Jungmin, whom you had grown up with, along with his brother Jungkook. You had always been closer to Jungkook, having been closer to him in age, but Jungmin would always show you his drawings and sneak you an extra cookie at the dinner table.

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Before It’s Too Late (part 7)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: some tension, some fluff, some angst (?)

A/N: man oh man I’ve been waiting to write this Christmas part for 5ever. I hope you guys like it :) Also fUck this is 2,813 words. I think this is the most I’ve ever written.

After opening presents at your parents house you gather up the rest of the presents and head over to Wanda’s moms house. Everyone was already there, waiting for you and Bucky to arrive.

Knocking on the door three times, it opened up to reveal Tony. “About damn time.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up, we weren’t that late.”

You and Bucky make your way inside with all the gifts. Upon entering the living room you spot the Christmas tree with gifts already under it. You and Bucky quickly place your gifts down before going off your separate ways, you heading over to Wanda, Peggy and Natasha while Bucky went to the guys.

“Hey,” you smile, seeing your friends in the kitchen with drinks in their hands.

“Already drinking without me?”

“Yep. We had to get a head start.” Natasha replied, walking over to you and handing you a cup.

“What is it?”

“Hot chocolate-”

You take a drink and start coughing.

“-with a surprise ingredient.”

You calm down, patting your chest while the taste of vodka lingered in your mouth. “Yeah, that was one hell of a surprise.”

“Did you and Bucky eat?” Wanda questioned.

“Yeah, my mom wouldn’t let us leave until we did.” you snort.

“I love your mom.” Peggy smiled. “She always kept me well fed.”

Wanda and Natasha agree.

“Hey Wanda,” you say. “Where’s your mom?”

“She went down to see Pietro. Apparently he didn’t want to come home for Christmas and my mom gave him a week to, and I quote, ‘stop acting stupid and get his ass down here or else’.”

You nod and laugh. Of course Wanda’s brother didn’t want to come home for the holidays.

“C’mon.” Nat says, wrapping her arm around yours. “Let’s go into the living room with the guys.”

You enter the room, seeing the men sitting on the couches with beers in their hands while talking. Wanda, Nat and Peggy go to their boyfriends and sit on their laps. You smile, feeling a sharp pain in your chest as you realize you’re the only girl there who doesn’t have anyone.

Then your mind trails off to Bucky and how you’ve had 5 years to tell him how you felt yet you never did and because of that, he’s now with Kristen who he seems to be very happy with. You wanted to take Natasha’s advice and just tell him. You wanted to get it over with, holding it in was beginning to get harder and harder every time you saw Bucky.

But you didn’t want to ruin his relationship with Kristen. This is by far the longest relationship he’s ever been in and you didn’t want to step in the way of that. Besides, what did you think he would do if you told him? Dump Kristen just to be with you? No. He’s never shown any interest in you before and yeah, sure he almost kissed you but he was just messing around like he always does. He said so himself!

But you didn’t want him to just be messing around with you. You wanted him to kiss you. To press his lips to yours in a sweet, heartfelt kiss. You wanted him to feel how you felt, to see you how you saw him. But you knew that would never happen. You were just Bucky’s friend.

Bucky looks over at you from the couch and studies your facial expression as you stared at the floor in deep thought. The brunette bit his bottom lip before grabbing the beer cap beside him and tossing it your way. It hits you on your forehead and you snap out of it, looking up to see Bucky giggling. You scowl at him, trying your best to come off as mad but you fail, seeing how cute Bucky was being.

The handsome man looks around at your mutual friends, seeing Wanda, Natasha and Peggy sitting on their boyfriends laps. He then looks back at you and pats his own lap, causing you to chuckle and shake your head. He beckons you over and you hesitantly comply. Bucky stands up and nods over to his seat.

“Sit.” he murmured.

You shake your head. “Oh no Buck, I’m fine. You were sitting there first, I can just sit on the-“

“Sit down, Y/N.” he cuts you off, placing a hand on your shoulder and pushing you gently on the couch. After getting comfortable, Bucky sits down on the floor, between your legs.

“Play with my hair. I like when you play with my hair.” he spoke before taking a swig of his beer.

You reach over with your right hand, running your fingers through his chocolate locks. “You need a haircut, your hair is getting shaggy.”

Bucky hummed. “I dunno. Girls like it. Gives them more to tug on when we fu-“

You slap the top of his head before he could finish that sentence and he laughs.

“We’re all going to Tony’s place for new years, right?” Sam questioned and everyone replied with ‘yes’.

“You better be dead or on your death bed if you don’t come, that’s all I’m saying.” Tony says.

“Will there be hot girls?” Clint asked, taking a drink from his beer bottle.

Tony scoffs. “ ‘Will there be hot girls’ – of course there’ll be hot girls! What kind of new years party will I be throwing if I didn’t invite hot girls?” he then turns to you. “Y/N there will also be hot guys at the party too, including myself. You can have your pick at any of them.”

Before you could speak though, Bucky beats you to it. “Oh no, Y/N’s fine. She doesn’t need you to set her up with anyone, Stark.”

“Y/N needs to get laid.” Natasha says.

“Yeah. This party will be good for you. We’ll help you scout out some men.” Wanda adds, throwing you a wink.

“Ooo, and maybe a relationship will come into play! Then we could all go out on a group date!” Peggy exclaimed with a smile on her face.

“Nope, not happening.” Bucky turns to look at you. “Y/N, all those men want is to hit it and quit it. They don’t want a relationship with you.”

“Oh shut it, Barnes. What are you saying? That no man wants to be in a relationship with her?” Nat scoffed.

“Nat.” you scold.

“I didn’t say that, I-“

“What, is she not good enough for the male population?”

You cross your hands over your chest. “Natasha.”

“That’s not the case here, anyone would be lucky to date Y/N.” Bucky responds.

“Cause let me tell you, anyone would be lucky to even kiss Y/N.” Nat drinks from her cup. “Believe me, I would know.”

“She’s right.” Wanda nods.

“She has very plump, soft lips.” Peggy adds and you groan, hiding behind your hands.

“I’m sure someone out there wants to be in a relationship with Y/N. We just gotta find him.” Natasha shrugged.

Bucky shook his head. “Y/N is fine how she is right now. She doesn’t need a boyfriend.”

“It would be nice to have someone.” you hum.

Bucky looks at you. “You have me, what more could you want?”

You snort. “I want someone I can kiss and do intimate things with and I can’t do that with you, Bucky. You have a girlfriend.”

“If I weren’t dating Bruce, I’d date you.” Nat says and you laugh, seeing Bruce make a face at his girlfriend.

“Yeah, thanks babe.” he muttered.

Bucky, still staring at you with a look of disbelief, scoffs. “You don’t need to rely on some guy, Y/N.”

“I never said that. All I’m saying is it would be nice to be loved.” you respond.

“I love you, everyone here loves you.” the brunette points out.

You shake your head. “I mean a different kind of love. I want-“

“What do you mean a different kind of love? There’s no-“

“Alright, let’s open up presents now!” Wanda exclaimed, standing up and walking over to the Christmas tree.

Bucky holds his stare on you for a few more seconds before facing forward just as Wanda gave out the first present.


“Aww thank you guys, this means a lot.” Vision says as looked at the gifts you and Bucky had gotten him.

“No problem, pal.” Bucky smiled.

“Alright, who’s next…” Wanda says, looking around.

“Do mine!” you exclaim, standing up and moving around Bucky who was still sitting on the floor in front of you. You drop down on the floor and look for Tony, Clint and Sam’s gifts and once you find them, you hand them over. “Open them at the same time.”

The three men exchange looks before tearing open the wrapping paper. The first one to react was Tony who busted out laughing, Sam and Clint following soon after.

“Oh my god.” Sam laughed. “I love it.”

“I’m hanging this up in our dorm, Bruce.” Tony tells his friend.

“This is going in my car.” Clint smiled.

“Well what is it?” Wanda questioned.

“It’s a picture of her.” he laughed, turning the picture frame around and showing it to everyone.

“It’s a great gift, right?” you smile.

They all nod. Next, Bucky distributed his gifts to Peggy, Wanda and Natasha. The three opened their gifts while Bucky smiled, waiting for a reaction. Natasha was first.

“Aww Buck. You got me a necklace with the first letter of my name. Thank you.” she smiled.

“Oh uh, right! I totally got you that necklace because it had your initial on it and not because it was the last necklace with a letter on it at the store.” Bucky nods and the red head glares at him.

“You just had to ruin the moment. didn’t you?”

Bucky chuckled.

Wanda and Peggy thanked him and soon enough, everyone had opened up their gifts. Peggy screamed when she opened the gift from you, Nat and Steve cried, Wanda – just like Peggy – screamed and Bruce thanked you for the shirt.

Clint laughed when he opened Bucky’s gift as did Sam upon getting the ‘manly’ shampoo and conditioner. Tony got all giddy when he received a telescope, Bruce chuckled when he got the book about planets and Steve thanked his friend for the socks.

Now all that was left was you and Bucky. You beat him to it, quickly crawling over to his gift and handing it to him. “It’s not much but…” you trail off.

He smiled at you before ripping the wrapping paper, revealing a book. But not just any book. A handmade photobook. Bucky chuckled, flipping through the pages. The pictures date back all the way to the first time you two met. There were group photos, some at the parties you attended in high school, some where you were just lounging around at your house. He flipped the page to see a picture of himself vomiting and right below it was a picture of Tony vomiting because he saw Bucky vomit.

Bucky laughed. He remembered that night. It was the last week of school senior year and you all went to some party where he got hammered. He remembered telling you he didn’t feel well and instead of helping him to the bathroom you took out your phone and started taking pictures. It was a crazy night.
After a few pages of group pictures, he flipped the page and it was the first picture the two of you ever took. He had a flower crown on that you had made him and you were smiling at the camera while he was looking at you, smiling.
The next pictures were of you two at homecoming and prom. He remembers how beautiful he thought you were when he went to your house to pick you up. Bucky looks up at you and smiles, his eyes glossing over with tears.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he pulls you to him in a hug. “This is the best gift ever. I love it so much.”

“Hey! What about my gift!” Sam exclaimed.

Bucky wipes his eyes before turning to his friend. “You got me a bottle of Fireball.”

“Yeah and that’s the best gift ever.”

“Whatever.” he rolled his eyes before standing up. “It’s my turn now. I’ll be right back, I left it in the car.”

He left and came back within seconds. Bucky kept the gift behind his back as he made his way over to you. “Get up.”

You don’t say anything and stand up. He looks at you for a few seconds before handing you a bag. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You look at the bag, the word ‘Pandora’ displayed on it and your eyes widen. “James… This isn’t – no.”

He smiles. “Open it.”

You reach into the bag and pull out a box. You give Bucky one final look before opening the box, revealing a charm bracelet. “Bucky…”

He takes the charm bracelet and puts it on you. “This is why I got everyone something cheap,” he then turns to his friends. “Sorry.”

They all brush it off, watching the scene unfold in front of them.

“I used all of my money on this. The guys pitched in too.” he continued. “It was five hundred and fifteen dollars.”

You let out a sob as you stared at the bracelet dangling from your wrist. “Bucky… I – that’s so much money. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” he responds. “You’re worth more than just five hundred and fifteen dollars but that’s really all I could afford and I didn’t want the guys to have to pitch in even more money than they already had.”

“This is really beautiful. Thank you.” you cried before wrapping your arms around him.

“Anything for you.” he mumbled into your hair. The hugs lasts until you stop crying and the two of you pull away. Bucky grabs your hand and lifts it up and with his other hand, he points to a charm.

“This anchor represents stability. You keep me stable. This angel wings locket I got was because it was… a locket and if you open it,” he opens the locket. “there’s a picture of me.” he smiles at you before continuing. “This key right here represents trust. I know I can always trust you and the same goes for you. You can trust me no matter what. This is just your star sign. It’s really pretty, huh?” you nod. “This clover is for luck, this snowflake heart says ‘you keep me warm’ because you really do and last but certainly not least, this charm is the rose from Beauty and the Beast. I remember you saying you’ve always wanted a rose like the one from Beauty and the Beast so… here you go.”

After explaining all the charms, Bucky slips his hands in his pockets. “I know there’s not many charms on it but as the years pass we can add on to it.”

“This is amazing Bucky. Thank you. I love it so much.” you smile before turning to the guys who were watching the two of you. “And thank you guys for helping.”

They all smile and Clint tells you it wasn’t a big deal. You turn back to Bucky and frown. “Now I feel like my gift was pathetic. You got me this nice charm bracelet and all I got you was a lousy photobook.”

“Hey,” Bucky placed his hand on your arm. “I love that photobook. You made it yourself.”

You break out into a smile, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. You couldn’t believe he had spent so much money on you. It was insane to even think about. He didn’t have to spend all that money, you would’ve been fine with anything really. Looking down at the charm bracelet, you wanted to cry again. It was so beautiful and each charm held meaning. Bucky picked out each charm for a reason.

You look up at Bucky again. “Merry Christmas, James.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he smiled.

You hadn’t realized how close the two of you were. Both of you were so lost in the moment, staring into each others eyes, you hadn’t noticed that you two were leaning in. Bucky’s eyes would flicker down to your lips while he licked his own. Your nose touched his and he turned his head a bit. Your lips nearly touched and they would have-

If only his phone hadn’t started ringing.

Bucky closes his eyes and sighs before backing away and taking his phone out from his pocket. “It’s Kristen.”

He answers it and put the phone up to his ear. Once you hear ‘hey baby’ come out of his mouth, you inhale sharply as your eyes started to fill with tears.

You watch Bucky excuse himself to the kitchen to have more privacy and once he’s gone, you book it upstairs to the bathroom.


A/N: here you goooooo. I hope you liked this part, tell me what ya think! And as always, I’ll edit when I wake up :)

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Perfectly Matched

*Gringotts Bank 1995. Fleur Delacour starts her first day working at the bank and is promptly introduced to whom she will be working with. *

Bill: Welcome to my humble abode. I’m Bill Weasley. 

Fleur: I’m Fleur. 

Fleur: Did you say Weasley? Like Ronald Weasley?

Fleur: My sister was saved by him and his friend. During the triwizard tournament.

Bill: Oh yeah. That one’s going to give my mother a heart attack. Every holiday he comes home with another story on how he looked death in the eye. 

Bill: Aren’t you hot in that coat? It’s getting quite muggy in here. 

Fleur: Oh I’m quite fine.. Thank you. 

Bill: Whatcha got hidden in there? Is it illegal? I wont tell. 

Fluer: I beg your pardon?

Bill: Fine don’t tell me. It’s none of my business anyway. 

Just thought you might be more comfortable without the jacket, and if you need help hiding something I can be your person. 

Fleur: There. 

Bill: Is that why you didn’t want to take off your coat? 

I thought maybe you were smuggling dragons or something.

Fleur: Is that something you’re suggesting from experience?

Fleur: I didn’t want to embarrass you. 

Bill: I know it’s a girls shirt. 

Bill: Matt from accounting called me a sissy. So, I showed up to work the next week in this shirt and a pencil skirt. 

Bill: It shut him right up. Seeing that I didn’t care, but I uh- 

-I grew rather fond of the shirt. I think it’s pretty 

Fleur: Really?

Bill: Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.

Bill: We’ll coordinate our outfits. That way no one wears the same thing again.

Bill: We don’t need the office to start polling who wears it best. 

Bill: That would just not be good for your self esteem, and I can’t have you sad yet. It hasn’t even been your first week here.

Fleur: Why would I be sad?

Bill: Because I’d smoke you.

Fleur: I think you’re the first person I’ve ever met-

Fleur: Who has claimed to be prettier than me.

Bill: Get used to it. 

Fleur: I think I might.

FIN//

Holly Wheeler almost considers herself an only child. After all, her siblings only ever come home for the holidays, and sometimes a week or so in the summer time. She barely sees them, and they’re mostly too busy to call.

But she hears stories, like the rest of the town. Stories of the kids who got mixed up with the government, and the boy who came back to life. She ignores them, because she doesn’t want to believe them, and she never asks. Nonetheless, it makes her sort of proud.

Holly Wheeler almost considers herself an only child. Almost. She doesn’t when she and Nancy sneak up to her room while their mother makes dinner and talk for hours and hours. She doesn’t when she’s thirteen and Mike teaches her to play D&D. She doesn’t when Steve Harrington, who might as well be her brother, too, plays dolls and dress up and makes forts with her—and, when she’s older, teaches her to cook and play guitar. She doesn’t, even, when El tells her all she knows about makeup, even though they both just wear it for fun. Or when Lucas Sinclair builds a model rocket with her in the backyard, or Dustin Henderson helps her with her homework, or Will draws her a portrait, or Max teaches her to drive.

No, Holly isn’t an only child. She has too many siblings for her own good, and that’s just fine by her.

Carey taught herself how to pick locks at ten as a party trick, got arrested at fourteen for breaking into a bank on a dare, and as an adult refuses to tell her family where she works and always comes home for the holidays with her giant orc girlfriend as a plus one. 

Her parents have just kind of resigned themselves to the fact that she’s a criminal mastermind dating her muscular second in command, and that she probably runs the biggest gang in Neverwinter or something. There are worse situations for their grandkids to be raised in. At least Killian is a nice girl. 

little things: next gen edition

teddy lupin. hufflepuff. loyal and outgoing. wears his hair blue 90% of the time. splits the remaining 10% between the weasley red and his cousin draco’s platinum blonde. likes snogging victoire all over bill and fleur’s house because bill’s face turns redder than his hair and it makes fleur laugh. kind hearted. sometimes at christmas dinners he changes his nose into all sorts of things to make the younger kids laugh. doesn’t understand why uncle harry looks so sad during this. he misses his mum and dad more than he could ever put into words. expert at potions. 

victoire weasely. ravenclaw. is fluent in both french and english. is extremely glad to be a ravenclaw because blue looks fantastic on her. head over heels for teddy lupin. loves her dad more than anything else except maybe her pet lizard. manages to keep up straight o’s all throughout her schooling. head girl. doesn’t care for quidditch one bit, but loves muggle football. is sick of people always being sad on her birthday. takes her coffee black. 

james sirius potter. gryffindor. loves quidditch as much as breathing. always jokes about being the protective older brother but he’s very much aware that lily luna could kick his ass. his coffee is more sugar than anything else. quidditch captain in his sixth year. sometimes feels like his chest will collapse at the pressure to live up to his namesakes. lives off pop-tarts. shamelessly enjoys muggle soap opera shows. wants to play for puddlemore united when he leaves school.

rose granger-wesley. ravenclaw. has never lost a game of quidditch to james sirius. has a big crush on padma patil’s daughter. can kick her dad’s arse at chess. always gets books for her birthday. loves visiting her mum at the ministry. allergic to cats. sometimes wishes she didn’t feel as pressured to do well in school. thinks her uncle harry’s cousin dudley is absolutely hilarious. can and will beat anyone in an eating competition of any sorts. witnessed a car accident on a street one day and has been able to see thestrals ever since. loves the colour pink even though it looks ridiculous with her hair. 

albus severus potter. slytherin. is sick of people telling him that he has his fathers eyes. can’t decide if he thinks his namesakes were brave or immensely idiotic. despises quidditch with a burning passion. enjoys being his fathers not-so-secret favourite. falls asleep in front of the fire reading 5/7 nights. sneaks into the ravenclaw tour every wednesday night to spend the night with scorpius. thinks mr. malfoy is hilarious. is made up of ninety percent sarcasm. understands his grandpa’s fascination with muggles more than his cousins. loves going on late night drives.

scorpius hyperion malfoy. ravenclaw. his favourite christmas tradition is staying up all night watching movies with his mum. comes home for the holidays in first year to find his father has decorated his room in blue and bronze. ravenclaw win the quidditch cup the first year he’s on the team. sometimes when he looks at albus severus he thinks he’s in love. doesn’t like his grandpa much. loves unicorns. shares hair-care tips with victoire weasley. doesn’t want to have children. still sleeps with the stuffed dragon teddy lupin gave him when he was born.

molly weasley ii. slytherin. has never got higher than an acceptable in any of her classes. best friends with fred ii. proud to be named after her grandma. wishes her dad would let up about her behaviour. her uncle george is secretly her favourite. she was thirteen when she realised that if her cousins stood in a certain way for family christmas photos, they could spell dirty words with their sweaters. loves the pet chickens her grandpa gave her. hates cooking more than anything. wishes lily luna wasn’t so good at quidditch because she’s sick of being the reserve seeker. loves when her mum uses her eggs and bacon to make faces on her plate.

lily luna potter. slytherin. spends months begging her biggest brother teddy to teach her to change her hair because she’s sick of looking like christmas with her red hair and her green robes. is a big fan of muggle romance movies. james once told her that she threw like a girl and she threw the quaffle at him so hard that his nose was broken in three different places. her heart aches when she looks at the stars at night. cuts her hair shorter than albus’ in fourth year. grandma is furious but her mum loves it. opens the chamber of secrets in her third year, much to her dad’s confusion. likes boys and girls but mostly quidditch.

lorcan scamander. gryffindor. in love with lily luna. sometimes resents his twin for choosing gryffindor even after he went to hufflepuff. wants to work with dragons like charlie weasley when he grows up. his dad paints constellations on his bedroom ceiling and then spells them to move like the stars do. if it wasn’t for rose weasley in ravenclaw, he and james sirius would guarantee gryffindor a win every time. when he was very little he set fire to all his dresses and proclaimed he wanted to be a boy like his brother. manages to break something in every divination lesson he attends. 

dominique weasley. slytherin. has a pet snake that likes lily luna better than her. is very glad she didn’t inherit the family freckles. loves visiting her mum’s family in france. loves french food. loves french boys. refuses to learn french. wants to be a professor when she graduates. has her dad wrapped around her little finger. her patronus is a baby elephant and she can’t figure out why. always manages to wing her eye-liner perfectly. 

fred johnson-weasley ii. gryffindor. enjoys studying more than quidditch. spends every thursday night having dinner with molly at hagrid’s hut. wishes his dad didn’t see his dead twin every time he looked at him. has successfully introduced spelling to grawp. would eat cereal for every meal if roxy didn’t force feed him vegetables. hates being away from his mum during school term. spends his summer’s working in his dad’s joke shop. wishes the time turners weren’t all destroyed because he wants to take every class hogwarts offers.

hugo granger-weasley. hufflepuff. loves that school always feels like a big family outing. likes watching quidditch but refuses to get on a broom. has tea with professor trelawney on sunday mornings. wants to be an auror when he’s older. hates history of magic because he’s sick of hearing about the war his parents lived through. his dad gave him a white ferret to take to school in first year and mr. malfoy was red in the face at the train station when he noticed. gets away with every single prank he pulls at school. 

lucy weasley. hufflepuff. wishes that there were more out gay girls at hogwarts than just her cousins. loves her mum but she just doesn’t get her the way dad does. prides herself on excelling at school. is always up for a late night trip to the kitchens. doesn’t understand why her dad won’t let her have a pet rat. spends the weeks leading up to christmas helping her grandma knit everyones jumpers. befriends the finnigan-thomas triplets immediately even though none of them share a house. sleeps in her dad’s old gryffindor shirt.

lysander scamander. hufflepuff. thinks his mum is barmy. loves her anyway. glad his parents made a mistake when they bought home him and his ‘sister’ because he loves lorcan a lot more as a boy. is in love with louis weasley. a big fan of cheerleader movies. wishes his dad would stop bringing home weird things from work. spends summer between fifth and sixth year teaching himself french. flogs the marauders map from james sirius in term two of third year, and manages to keep it hidden for a solid week. loves to fly.

louis weasley. ravenclaw. loves being at school with all his cousins but sometimes wishes he’d taken mums offer to go to beauxbatons. was in love with teddy lupin between ages seven-ten. thinks his dad’s scars make him more handsome. secretly loves lily luna the most out of all his cousins. doesn’t understand why everyone obsesses over quidditch when there’s muggle sports like gymnastics. falls in love with lysander scamander in his sixth year. is a confused and impressed by luna lovegood. wishes victoire wouldn’t let her pet lizard roam around the house.

roxanne johnson-weasley. gryffindor. sometimes forgets the names of all her cousins. is responsible for starting the lgbtq safe space club at hogwarts. thinks uncle charlie had the right idea about not having children. sometimes when she’s flying she wonders how high she could go, wonders if she could just leave earth behind. punches a fifth year hufflepuff in the face when she’s twelve because he made a racist comment. wishes it was acceptable to put gravy on her pancakes. her detention record finally overtook her fathers in sixth year, and she’s making it her goal to overtake james potter and sirius black by the time she graduates. watches the beauty and the beast movie at least once a week when she’s home.