Summary : Imagine wearing Mac’s football shirt around MIT.
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You had been in a rush to get to your morning class and took one of Mac’s shirt’s as yours had been stretched due to Mac tearing it off your body the night before. You walked around MIT in his shirt which fitted like a dress on you and when you were going to meet Mac in his dorm he shook his head when he saw you wearing his shirt.
While you’re getting ready to move into your dorm room, keep these tips in mind to help create a witchy experience for you in the dorm.
📦 Take a small box with you. Fill it with your tools and keep it under the bed or on your desk. It conceals it from others’ eyes (you can also have it open if you’re open with your craft) while it’s near you and it helps to keep things organized and out of the way.
📦 Bring a blanket, rug, towel, or tapestry with you. You can keep these things folded under your bed and then lay them out when you feel like meditating or praying. You can also use these for your work space if your desk doesn’t have enough room to work with.
📦 Change your alarm clock noise to sound like a bell if it’s possible. Each time it goes off, it will cleanse the room.
📦 Use an essential oil diffuser as a substitute to incense or candle smoke. A cheap way to diffuse oils is to pour the essential oil of your choice on some Himalayan pink salt. This will also cover up any gross smells from the cafeteria or other peoples’ microwaves.
📦 If you have a window, keep crystals on the windowsill (unless they fade in sunlight). This keeps them off your desk and it also looks really pretty!
📦 You can also make a mobile with your crystals as long as they aren’t too big. You can hang this anywhere in your room and it won’t take up a lot of space.
📦 Use fake candles or fire salt instead of real candles. Most dorms don’t allow open flames, so do not risk getting caught for a spell. Use a substitute instead, which can be fake candles, fire salt, chili pepper, or any other symbol of the element.
📦 Enchant, like, everything. If you can find a purpose for an object, enchant it. Want to enchant your desk chair to be more comfortable? Do it. Want to enchant your desk to help you get your homework done? Do it. Want to enchant your clothes to keep attention away from you? Go ahead. Make life easier with some enchantments!
📦 Bring a chalkboard or a dry erase board. It doesn’t have to be huge, but these can be really handy, especially if you use them for sigils. You can draw whatever sigils on them whenever you like and erase those you don’t want to have around anymore. Simply charge them (perhaps with an enchanted marker) after you draw them!
📦 Bring something to motivate or reconnect you with witchcraft. During school, we may fall out of practice. School gets busy and tough, so don’t feel down about not being able to practice 24/7, but definitely bring something to motivate you for those days when you are free and could be practicing, but you don’t because you may be feeling disconnected or something. It could be a poster, crystal, sachet, or a charm. Have it where you can see and touch it- it could be above your bed, on your desk, wherever. Use it to help you practice again.
It wasn’t necessarily the pile of dishes or the trail of clothes that seemed to almost constantly hover around Jungkook like he was some annoying ass Avatar or something that got you so mad. It wasn’t the thick fragrance of his cologne or body wash that drifted through the open plan of your shared apartment every morning, or the smell of his musky sweat when he returned home from his evening jog, or from when he emerges from his room- having clearly just having a ‘fucking mind blowing’ wank. It wasn’t the soft melodies, or exciting electronic beats that flooded from his open window and into yours, nor his big and copious amounts of jackets and coats that made it nearly impossible to get your own fucking clothes from the rack next to the front door. Your frequent burning irritation had nothing to do with his presence, with the evidence of his existence in your apartment and life; it was with the man behind it all. It was with him. With fucking Jeon Jungkook. Ok, and maybe it was also for his fucking annoying baking habits. Did he really need to bring that shit home? Didn’t he get sick of it at work?
Oh my God, we're so sorry we blocked your doorway. Now go get your ear muffs.
I’ve had a long respectable career in game development. A couple of years ago I’ve abandoned it for a cushy corporate job, and now spend most of my days missing gamedev.
This story takes place about 10 years ago at the apex of my career.
I was the lead on a AAA project. Our parent company, for which videogames was just one of many lines of business, was going through changes. We had to move offices three times in one year. Second of the three moves, always intended to be temporary, put us into the basement of an older building long occupied by satellite departments not involved with development.
The basement we were given had been empty for years, save for the most distant office. You entered the basement through a dimly lit staircase. Then, after you snaked through a horror-movie-like maze of corridors and interconnected small rooms, you’d eventually arrive at the farthest room of all.
Steve closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He recognized the voice even when he hadn’t made eye contact. He knew that the kiss between you and him had been purposely interrupted and he curled his hands into fists, nails digging into the flesh of his palms until he was sure they had made marks on his skin. He wanted nothing more than to punch something, someone.
He took a deep breath before exhaling through his nostrils, the sound full of exasperation and annoyance. His eyes opened and he took you in, biting your bottom lip and looking quite embarrassed. But you hadn’t moved. You were still so close to him. And this made him smile.
Neil is 100% one of those people who will reorganize life just to work around a cat. Andrew thinks he’s an idiot when he crouches on the floor to type at his laptop just because King stole the desk chair, or will somehow find a way to make the bed around the cat instead of simply moving the creature.
However Andrew discovers the opportunity when Neil is still recovering from his appendix being removed and suddenly Neil needs to go for a run. Instead of letting him he grabs one of the cats meowing by the bed and drops it on Neil’s chest and watches the fluffy creature curl up peacefully and begin to purr.
Hey kids I wrote a longer version of The Night Yuuri Katsuki Lost His Mind, AKA the College AU
Yuuri jerks awake just after midnight,
realizes that he is surrounded by what to the uninitiated observer would look
like the detritus of the insane, and quickly gleans from the angle of the
ceiling that he is on the floor.
He flings out a hand, looking for his
phone. The light of the screen, even set to its lowest level, pulls a violated
wail from his throat.
“Oh my GOD,” Phichit says from
the sofa. He sits up, flops himself over the edge. The hamsters start squealing
at the sound of their father’s voice. “I submitted myself to only getting
an hour of sleep but I am getting an HOUR of sleep, Yuuri Katsuki, do you hear
“When does Starbucks open?” Yuuri
demands blearily, trying to work up the energy to disconnect his cheek from the
carpet. It smells like Timothy hay and despair.
“This is a college town you absolute
disaster,” Phichit growls from the depths of the couch cushion he has his
face shoved into. “Starbucks never closes.”
Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.
A/N: And here we are! 1 year and 7 months later, we have finally arrived at the final chapter of The Labyrinth. There have been countless times when I just wanted to discontinue this series and quit writing overall because of the lack of an audience, and yet I persevered because this was a story I wanted to tell and it is a work of mine I hold dear to me. But alas, more and more people started to read this massive series, and before I knew it, the reason I continued to write this series was not only for me, but also for you, my readers. So thank you so much, because YOU guys are one of the reasons why I’ve been able to learn the things that I did from writing The Labyrinth. It saddens me that this is where it all ends, but I’d like to take this time to thank you all, those from the beginning, middle, and even future, for the endless support and I love you all so very much. Without further ado, here is the final chapter of The Labyrinth! // 01/29/16 ~ 08/01/17
summary: typical new student AU; they’re in a new school and need a guide and you’re so graciously volunteered. though, there is something strange about that new girl, min yoonji. something you want to figure out.
warning(s)/kink(s): cross dressing, slight feminization, pet names, a little spanking, rough oral sex, semi-public sex, protected sex, hair pulling, slight dirty talk
songs: my hump – black eyed peas ; bang bang - jessie j ; attention - charlie puth
dedicated to: this is a suuuuper late b-day gift for my friend @1namkook i’m sorry it took so long, i had the illest writer’s block with it
Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe, Possible Drabble Series)
Author’s Note: Let me know if you’re interested in this becoming a series! Based off of Mamma Mia!.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader
“Peter, what the fuck?” you questioned your up boyfriend as he had just leaped through your open window in the middle of the night.
You got off your bed and made your way closer to him, his lanky figure limp, shoulders hunched over. Your annoyance with his sudden entrance instantly softened as you realized he was in pain. He slowly reached towards his face with his right hand, yanking the mask off his face.
Your eyes came in contact with a huge bruise taking space underneath his right eye, and numerous cuts of various shapes and sizes scattered across his handsome face. You felt a pang in your heart at his wounded state.
You gasped after taking it all in, lightly grazing the side of his face, “P-Peter? What happened to you?” you weakly spoke as your hands trembled underneath his face.
He winced slightly at your soft touch, bright brown eyes quickly shutting tight, teeth grinding against each other. He turned his head to the side and moved back lightly.
“I’m fine, Y/N. I promise,” his voice comes out hoarse. He moves from his previous position by your bedroom window to sitting down on your bed, wincing as he sat down.
You felt the anger begin to bubble in the pit of your stomach, wanting to destroy whoever did this to someone as sweet as Peter Parker.
Crossing your arms over your chest, you purse your lips before rolling your eyes heavily at the poor boy in front of you, “Yeah, you’re a horrible liar,” you say matter of factly, “Pete, you’re wincing every you sit down!”
His eyes droop to your carpeted floor, sighing as he knows you’re right, “I know,” he muttered, his arms reaching back behind his body, steadying himself on his arms.
You scale his beaten frame once more before walking out of your room and grabbing the first aid from the kitchen cabinet. You walk back in, his poor eyes looking up at you, filled with pain. You feel yourself break at his gaze once again, your mind a mix of guilt, anger, and love.
You pull your desk chair in front of, sitting down and placing the kit on your bed beside him, “Let me see,” your hand moved back in forth signaling for him to take off his suit. His lips pursed, a sign of guilt as he reaches up, beginning to undress himself of it. As the suit pooled around his feet, your eyes wandered over his chest and abs, bruises and cuts sticking out like sore thumbs against his smooth skin.
You sighed again, reaching in the first aid kit and his eyes stared at your hands beginning to patch up his wounds, regret filling the. Guilt fills your body, so you try and lighten the mood, to help the situation and distract Peter from the soon helpful pain he was about endure.
“Alright tough guy, how big was he this time,” your lips jerking upward in a sly smile as he looks at you, a small smile portrayed across his own face.
“He wasn’t that big this time, he was just… dangerous,” he slowly let out, eyes seeming to wander back to his fight earlier in the night.
You gritted your teeth just thinking about Peter getting punched in previous places, his nose bleeding, his whole body being in helpless pain. Petersaw your angered state, the heat beginning to glow in your eyes and he felt his love for you get even stronger, seeing how much you cared for his being.
He cocked his head up at you, slightly smiling as you took a wet cloth and dabbed the blood away from each and every cut, “So, I think the question I need to ask is, are you okay?”
Your attention stayed on his wounds, your hand continued to dab the blood away, not even daring to look into his playful eyes for a split second. You just muttered a few cuss words as you leaned over and ripped a band aid package open before ripping out your emotions verbally, “I want to beat the ever living hell out of whoever did this to you,” you let out, hand tightening sound the towel in anger.
Peter’s eyebrows lifted at your sudden bothered state, his heart wanting to distract you from his beaten up frame. He smiled at your concern and dared to lighten the mood himself, watching your lip come underneath your teeth, tugging slightly.
“You’re hot when you’re angry,” he smirked, scooting closer to you. Pink sprawled across your cheeks as you looked up at his cheeky smirk.
You tried to ignore you bad mood, moving your mind back to focusing on his wounds, you reached over and grabbed the, as Peter would call it, “Ow” spray to layer over his cuts. His eyes dart to your hand inside the kit, widening as he began to vigorously shake his head back and forth at your soon to be action.
“Oh, I dare you,” Peter let out, his pointer finger attempting to stop your actions. You roll your eyes once more before twisting the cap to spray on his chest.
“Y/N, no, no, no, please babe, don’t-”
“Peter I have to, you know this. It’ll make them heal quicker and keep them from getting infected.”
His features crinkled in pain and annoyance, preparing for the sting to hit all over his body. You felt bad once again, even though you two go through this routine every time. You dipped your head down, lips puckering before lightly kissing three places on his chest softly. His shoulders dipped, his body instantly letting into your soft touch and sweet gestures. His entire body went from feeling like fire to a soft and calm state, the feeling of your lips on him washing him over every time.
He smiled at you softly before you shook the bottle and pointed it towards him, giving him a few seconds to gain composure.
He bit his lip on instinct before muttering, “Okay, hit me.”
You shook your head playfully and began to lightly spray all of his cuts and wounds. He sat there like a champ as you took time out of your night to take care of him. And he couldn’t of asked for a better person to hit him with the “Ow” Spray. (lololol)
Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!
A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!
Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)
Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?
You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.
“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.
“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”
“No,” you said.
Peter raised his eyebrow.
“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.
“That’s what I thought,”
“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”
“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”
“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”
“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”
You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.
As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.
“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”
“I’d tell you too bad,”
Peter moved past you and walked into your home.
“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”
“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”
“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”
“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”
“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.
Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”
“Now you know why I always study at your house,”
“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”
“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.
There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.
“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”
“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”
Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”
You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.
“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”
“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added
You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”
“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”
“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”
Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”
“I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off.
You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.
Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.
There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.
Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.
Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.
Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.
I can’t open it, can I?
Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.
Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.
“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.
“You didn’t open it, did you?”
“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”
You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.
“It’s nothing,” you lied.
“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.
You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.
“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.
When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.
You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked.
“No, why would I be mad?”
“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”
“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”
You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.
“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”
Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.
“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.
“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”
“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”
“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.
You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”
Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.
It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.
By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.
“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”
Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.
“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”
Peter kissed your cheek and left.
You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.
When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.
He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.
He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out.
Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.
First of all, fuck you.
Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.
I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.
You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.
Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.
I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.
I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.
I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.
I really am in love with you, Peter.
Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.
This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.
You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.
I stand by my statement of fuck you.
Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.
I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.
Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.
It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard? I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.
Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape. Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.
You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.
“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”
Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.
“I needed to see you,”
“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.
“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“
“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.
“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”
“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”
“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”
“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”
Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.
“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”
“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”
“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”
You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.
Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.
“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”
“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”
“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.
“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.
Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.
Prompt: This is another one that I don’t really have a proper prompt for. I just sort of started writing and this is what happened. It’s a random Saturday night and Peter decided to swing by to the reader’s apartment. Some silly stuff ensues.
Word Count: 2,618
AN: I’m sorry that this is so long! I didn’t intend to make this story over two thousand words, but I just started writing and couldn’t stop. I hope you can manage to make it through all my terrible writing. Enjoy! P.S. I’m also sorry for all the Star Wars references. I can’t help it. I’m a huge Star Wars fan too.
It was a summer Saturday night in Queens. The mid-July air was warm and humid. Large skyscrapers and constant traffic only helped to increase the stickiness in the air. There was a minor heatwave going through the area. During the night however, without the sun’s relentless beams of light shining down on the asphalt roads, the temperature dropped just enough to make the weather bearable. Just barely though.
This particular night, you were mindlessly spinning around in your desk chair. Scattered all along the surface of your desk were some random notes for an essay that was due by the upcoming Friday. There wasn’t much of a rush to get the thing finished, but you liked to get things done in advanced anyway. Nonetheless, you still found yourself avoiding the essay like it was the plague. You weren’t normally like this. You normally could pump out at least a mediocre paper in maybe a day, but tonight your mind was not having it.
Something was keeping you restless and alert. You weren’t entirely positive what though. Nothing out of the ordinary happened today. You woke up, you ate some food, and you watched some Netflix; everything seemed normal. You racked your brain to try and think of anything that could have possibly caused this random tension, but nothing came up. Sighing, you stopped spinning around in your chair (you were starting to get dizzy) and just stared at your bedroom ceiling. Eventually, you started to calm down.
It was dark in your room. The only light source was your tiny desk lamp that didn’t really illuminate much. You had your window open to try and feign the heat that was stuck in your apartment. Or rather your parent’s apartment, but they were away on some long business trip and left you to your own devices for the week. Stupid mistake, really. The open window didn’t help at all though. All it did was allow the humid outside air to mix with the stiff apartment air. The result was a mixture of stale and oppressive. The only reason you didn’t close the window was because of how purely lazy you were. You were here and the window as there. No matter the distance, it was always too far. So, needless to say, you were not very comfortable.
You glanced back at your notes and made a sour face. At this rate, you were more likely to close the damn window than finish the essay. You finally conceded and sat up a bit to switch off the light. Your room went from dimly lit to almost completely dark. The only source of light now was the faint glow of the city’s shops, cars and street vendors. You closed your eyes and sat in the dark for a while. There was something peaceful about just sitting there and listening to the sounds of the car horns and the clamor of the people. It was all so familiar and calming. You had grown up your entire life in this city. There was no place you’d rather live than here. You were so lost in these thoughts that you failed to hear the subtle movement of someone entering through your open window.
You were just about to drift off to sleep when you heard a loud thump and a muffled groan from behind you. You jumped instantly out of your chair, ran to turn the overhead light on, and quickly grabbed the nearest thing to you to use as a weapon. That item just so happened to be your Millennium Falcon Bluetooth speaker that you got for Christmas one year. You knew it was geeky, but you didn’t really care what others thought about it. You found it to be awesome, and so did your best friend Peter Parker. Not that his opinion mattered any more than everyone else’s. Obviously.
You held the speaker up, ready to swing at whomever had come into your room, and looked down to see a body laying face down on your hardwood floors. When you saw who it was you froze in your spot and your jaw dropped.
Contains : enemies to lovers, writer!jungkook, reader being kind of a bitch ?, angst, SMUT !
Group : BTS
Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook
Words : + 8,3k
After a highschool reunion where you got to see your old classmates in your hometown, a storm forces you to stop at the motel. You’re already wet and pretty pissed by the situation, but it gets worse when there’s only one room left for you, and your old enemie, Jeon Jungkook.
A/N : guess who’s back ! a huge thank you to fairyflosseung for proofreading this, also the address is totally random, i have no idea if it’s real and where it is omg
“There’s no fucking way, no fucking way.”, you
repeated, angrily running your hand in your wet hair.
“I’m sorry, Miss. But that’s the only solution.”,
quietly said the girl behind the counter, nervously biting her lip. And in
another situation, you would probably feel so bad about making her so anxious
but your anger was blinding you from feeling anything else than pure rage.
Rubbing under your eyes to wipe away any mascara running down your face, you
leaned on the counter, hands flat on the cold wood as you tried to stop them
from trembling so much.
“Are you sure ?”, you asked, desperate eyes looking
behind the rather young girl. She was wearing a blue button up, nothing
indicating her name, her hair up in a tight ponytail. Maybe it was the fact
that you were slightly screaming at her or the fact that it was already late,
but she looked completely taken back by the situation. You sighed as you saw
that they were only one key left hanging on the brown board, ready to ask her
if she could find any other solution, but she spoke before you.
“There’s nothing I can do, Miss.”
You looked at her once again, desperate eyes
silently begging her.
“Fucking move already.”, a voice said, and you
couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you immediately knew who the voice belonged
to. You felt a rough hand push your shoulder, the force making you move a few
steps to the side as the man took your place in front of the girl. An outraged
gasp left your lips as you looked up, rage bubbling in your stomach, your jaw
“I’ll take the room.”, he said, and you hated how
his voice immediately changed, from an arrogant tone spitting poison to a sweet
voice that he would use to get what he wanted.
Pausing his credit card on the counter, the girl
turned around to grab the black key before you started speaking again.
“What the fuck, I’m sleeping in the last room.”,
you spitted, quickly finding your wallet, slapping a few bills on the wood.
The blonde turned around, holding the key in her
small hand, her eyes going from the man offering her a sweet smile and you,
desperate eyes and gritted teeth.
“I’m not sleeping in my car.”, quietly said
Jungkook, finally looking at you. Hair flat on his forehead, a few droplets
falling on the floor, his clothes were as soaked as yours, his shirt tight
against his body, sticking to the curves of his torso.
Looking at him, you asked yourself how miserable
you looked, your dress wet with the rain, makeup running down your face, hair
surely waving with the water.
“I’m not sleeping in my car either.”, you breathed, looking at him up and down,
before giving a look at the window. Water beating the glass, leaving the blurry
image of the storm going on outside, the few trees outside arching their
branches under the strong wind.
You really couldn’t sleep in your car, it was too
dangerous. The wind and rain were only growing stronger, the water gathering in
the small parking lot. If you didn’t want to sleep in the centre of this mess,
you had to take the room.
“If that’s the only solution.”, you breathed,
giving up. You really didn’t want to sleep in the same room as Jungkook, but
you had to. The man rolled his eyes, sliding his card towards the girl.
“You’re paying for half of it.”, he indicated
before quickly taping his password on the machine.
“What a gentleman.”, you said, your eyes throwing
daggers at him as you gave the girl the rest of the money for the room.
“Because you thought that I would let you sleep in
the room that I fully payed for ? I know it’s the apocalypse outside but I’m
not an angel, even if I look like one.”, he said, the smile you hated so much
stretching his lips. And god knew that if you could, you would take your car
and find another motel, if only you could.
The first time Lydia Martin turned on your doorstep you stared at her like she’d grown a second head. Of all the people to come looking for you brother she was the last that came to mind. Hell Derek Hale had climbed into your room, mistaking it for Stiles’ room. The most awkward high school reunion ever.
“Hi (Y/N).” Lydia called as she let herself in. “I have dinner.” She smiled and tossed you the carrier bag of food which you caught and unloaded into the fridge.
“He started another list it’s upstairs and he’s started a document but I’m not sure what he’s researching.” You called as she jogged straight up to his room.
You closed the fridge and jumped, tossing a bottle of milk at Derek who looked at the bottle he’d caught. “What have I told you about sneaking into the house!”
“Peter, what are you doing on the ceiling?” you asked, entering your room with soda and popcorn in hand. Peter didn’t usually use his powers around your house, and especially not when he wasn’t even wearing his suit.
“I, uh… I want to try something,” he replied. There was a little flush in his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if it was from being upside down or if he was embarrassed about something.
“Okay?” you said, waiting for him to do a flip or some other stunt. He didn’t say anything, just looked at you for a few moments, the redness under his skin growing deeper. “Peter?”
“Come here,” he finally said. A determination set in his eyes. You set the snacks down on your desk and walked over to him. Slowly, he released web out of his shooters and gradually dropped down from the ceiling until his face was just inches from yours.
“Peter?” you asked again, swallowing nervously. You could feel his gently breath on your face. You could smell the intoxicating combination of his deodorant, cologne, and skin. You felt your own skin ignite, and your knees trembled.
Even after dating for this long, he still made your heart race.
“Kiss me,” Peter said quietly. His voice was shaky and nervous. You didn’t even bother questioning it, you just slid your fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth to yours.
It was a little awkward, but incredible nonetheless. It reminded you a lot of your first kiss- all learning and experimenting. It was slow, firm but gentle. You pulled your hands from his hair and settled them on his face, tracing your thumb along his jaw lightly as you angled his head to better connect your lips. You were so used to Peter having his hands all over you when you kissed- in your hair, on your neck, around your waist- and it electrified the thrill in your veins to have him completely at your mercy.
When you finally broke apart, your breathing was heavy. You locked eyes for a moment, both unwilling to break the silence. Your eyes drifted shut and you smiled, letting out a little laugh as you tangled your fingers in his hair again.
“That was…” you said, licking your lips. “That was interesting.”
“Just interesting?” Peter laughed. He started to flip himself over, and you took a small step back, watching the muscles arms and his abs work as he gracefully landed on the floor. You were sad to see his shirt fall back into place. You grabbed him by the collar and sat him down in your desk chair, putting one knee between his and leaning in close. His hands wrapped around your hips.
“It was way more than interesting,” you whispered, connecting your lips once more.