- to those on the taglist, i weren’t sure if you wanted to be on all of my fic’s tag list or just Rich Love’s so i added everyone to be safe. if you only want to be on the one for Rich Love then please shoot me an ask saying that, so I won’t include you on any more one shots/fics! thank you, i love you all -
Your arm was lazily slung around your best friends’ shoulder, her choice not yours. You watched the ground in front of you, counting the number steps you took. You managed to reach 23, or maybe 24, before your friend suddenly stopped, causing you to stumble backwards. Her hand on your waist was the only thing that kept you from falling to the ground.
You think she knocked on the door, but you really weren’t listening. You were still staring at the floor. You were easily distracted by the wooden paneled floor that seemed to be moving, not spinning, but moving.
The door opened, revealing a very tired and confused Tom. He rubbed his eyes but when he saw you and your friend his facial features changed from what-is-going-on to oh-boy. Tom held his arms outstretched towards you and you happily fell into them, throwing your own arms around his neck.
“I’ll pray for you,” you heard your friend say and Tom said something else before shutting the door, but again, you weren’t really listening. You had more important things on your mind. Like how warm your boyfriend was and how cold your toes felt against the floor and why were your bare feet against the floor where were your shoes?
Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: fluff, soft, hybrid!au Words: 8.4k+ Notes: Alternatively and affectionately titled ‘Squishy’
Jimin was by far the cutest person you’d ever seen, but he always seemed to avoid you, dodging activities and events that included you. That changes when his home is compromised and he finds himself staying with you while it’s being repaired.
BTS Reaction to them accidentally hurting you during an Argument
Namjoon was strong, and he knew it. He didn’t hesitate to beat up a guy that has been harassing you at college, nor did he spare the idiot who decided it was okay to grab your ass. Which was why he was always cautious with you, especially when you fought. You two had been fighting because of his busy schedule and as a result, you were angry because he never seemed to have time for you recently. You had raised your hand, fully prepared to strike him in the face when Namjoon grasped it and flung your hand to your side. He immediately regretted it when he saw you grasp your fingers in pain. Your fingers had hit the wall when he flung them away. He quickly ran to get some ice and a paper towel before leading you to the couch. He say you on his lap, pressing the homemade ice pack to her hand while simultaneously pressing his lips to your forehead.
"Let me hold you until it doesn’t hurt anymore"
“You’re hurting me”
Jin was never a violent person, so it shocked him when he looked at your flushed face, tears threatening to fall. His eyes gradually fell to where you where trying to pry his fingers off. Immediately he snatched back his hand, his eyes wide open. His eyes shot up to look at your face before he pulled you into his arms, holding you as your shoulders shook from crying. he let out a shaky breath, a single tear adorned his cheeks, before burying his head into your hair.
“What just Happened?”
This was a norm in your relationship, constantly arguing about various stuff, mainly nothing too serious, but this one time it was a little more extreme than the regular arguments you two had. He was angry with you because he thought you were talking to another guy, but he didn’t know it was just your cousin. In the middle of him shouting at the top of his lungs and flinging his hands around trying to make his point he accidentally hit your arm causing you to wince in pain. You gripped your arm, tears threatening to escape your eyes, the pain shooting through your arm wasn’t the only reason for you wanting to cry, it was mainly shock that caused you to release a tear. As soon as he saw the tear that ran done your redden cheek he instantly pull you into him wiping away the escaped tear softly kissing the top of your head apology after apology spilling from his lips. He knew it wasn’t intentional but it still hurt him to know that he was the cause of your pain.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry y/n, you know I would never intentional hurt you”
Hoseok couldn’t figure out how you guys went from being all lovey dovey to screaming at the top of each other’s lungs. Hoseok had always been proud of your relationship because you rarely fought. But when you did, man was it bad. He turned to walk away when you grabbed him, preventing him from leaving. He tried gently but purposefully shake you off. He paused mid-step when you yelped, followed by a soft groan of pain. Wide eyed, he turned and rushed to your side, gently touching the shoulder that has hit the wall.
"Why are we fighting?“
Jimin was more hurt than you when he realised his actions. You being in pain because of him was something he promised you that would never happen, and he had broke it, even if it was an accident. Seeing you like this caused him to break down in tears hating himself for inflicting pain on you thinking that you probably didn’t want to be with him anymore. You were surprised when you felt pain in your arm and seeing bruises appear where Jimin’s hand had gripped yours too tight but you knew this was not intentional.
“Y/n please forgive me, I-I didn’t mean for that to happen, please please forgive me……..ple-ease don’t leave me”
Taehyung would be in total shock, not knowing what to do nor believing what he had just done. The scene that occurred no less than a mintute ago replaying in his head making him instantly regretting ever arguing with you in the first place, you two were cuddled on the couch watching re-runs of your favourite show when his phone buzzed, it was a sketchy text message from his ex-girlfriend, you saw the message and curiously inquired about it, in no time you two were on your feet having a heated argument which lead to you on the floor in tears holding your injured arm caused by him brushing past you to roughly as he was trying to leave causing you to hit your hip at the corner of the table. He immediately stopped dead in his tracks as he heard you fall to the floor with soft sobs escaping your trembling lips. Realization finally hitting him, he rushed to your side on the floor cradling you in his arms hesitantly rubbing your hip to sooth the pain.
“……I’m sorry y/n……I…I didn’t mean to hurt you it was an accident”
You knew Jungkook was strong and any pain being inflicted by him would hurt like hell, but you never thought that pain would be inflicted on you, even if it was just an accident. The argument was brought on by a previous one you two had before that he brought up, but this time it was much worse. Jungkook was furious, letting the anger get to him he started to trash the living room throwing anything he could get his hands on. You stepped in trying to stop him worrying he was gonna hurt himself, as he swinging his arm about to hit a vase, you got the blow instead. You yelped in pain clutching your jaw, swearing it had to be broken, you dropped to the floor, tears stinging your eyes as you sat there on the floor in shock and crying due to the intense pain in your jaw. The anger quickly dissolved into mild shock and guilt as he rushed to you, gently caressing your jaw.
“So how did your date turn out the other night?” Harry appears into my
side view, still buttoning up his crisp, ironed-by-me chemise as he walks to
stop beside me. I turn on my heel, bumping my hip into the marble countertop as
I let a humourless chuckle flow past my lips.
“Disastrous. Catastrophic. I-never-ran-so-fast-in-my-life-short.” I
laugh loudly, handing Harry the utensils for his dinner in a few hours. I pull
on his shirt near his shoulder to straighten it before I lightly push at
Harry’s chest to get him up and going – there wasn’t much time left.
“Couldn’t be that bad,” Harry starts off but pauses ever-so-subtle, “or
can it?” he disappears from my view – hopefully to his large dinner table in
his living room – elevating his voice so we could continue our conversation.
“Believe me. It really can be. Not that you ever experienced a hell like
that.” Again, a chuckle passes my lips while I shake my head. A friend of
Harry’s had set me up on this date and the male in question wasn’t that
horrible, but our mind sets were so different I don’t think that could have
ever worked out. I cut the date short after a comment that resembled ‘all women
belong in the kitchen’ and sent the lad on his way.
“As if girls throwing them at my feet is something that’s so thrilling.
Can’t even have a proper conversation like that. They only have one thing on
their mind.” Harry appears back into my view to grab a few napkins on the edge
of the table, already turning on his heel again.
“Not to start anything – but uh – you sound like a woman. All men are
the same kinda shit? But reversed.” I stop my motions as an amused grin crawls
onto my features, dropping the dessert spoons back on the marble and discarding
them all together.
“I’m offended. You’re implying that I whine. I don’t whine, I complain
that I can’t get laid.” Harry’s voice is still humorous as he ducks beside me
to grab the dessert spoons off of the table, bumping his hip with mine to get
me out of the way. “I still need glasses.”
“Harry come on, if you wanted loose sex, you’d have it in an instant.” I
ignore his comment about the glasses but turn for the cabinet either way. Harry
wasn’t someone you could just approach like you’d do while out clubbing, but
that didn’t mean the boy couldn’t get lucky from time to time.
“I couldn’t even fix myself a proper date? Let alone find myself a one
night stand. They don’t see me like that.” Harry mopes somewhere on the
premises of his loft, but nowhere in my line of sight. I visibly roll my eyes –
although he obviously can’t see that – all the while a scoff leaves my lips.
“Ah come on, Styles. You’re fuckable. Don’t complain.” I discard his
nonsense almost directly. Sometimes I wonder if Harry realized how attractive
he even was. He could come off as strong and confident but he was just as
insecure as the rest of us – maybe even more than the rest of us.
“What did you just say?” Harry’s voice lowered, his movements stilling
as his whole body turned in my direction. “I – never mind.” I mumble, feeling a
blush creep onto my features from Harry’s intense stare. The confidence I had once
possessed around had completely drained because of his whole aura, the
demanding stare accompanied by that lopsided smirk of his.
“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, already making his way back up
to me, a smile beginning to grow on his lips.
“You’re – well. Desirable. You damn well know that H.” I groan, not
quite sure why he suddenly desired a confirmation of his good looks – let alone
from me. I’m not sure how long it takes for any sound to pass between us. Harry
had always been someone for a dramatic pause now and then.
“I didn’t know you thought about me that way, Y/n.” Harry’s smirk
continues to grow as he discards the cutlery completely, slowly trailing
towards his open kitchen, where I’m still gathering other utensils needed for
Harry’s family dinner.
“I didn’t say I did. I was stating a well-known fact.” I awkwardly throw
back at him, trying to maintain a grin of my own as I feel the ground
underneath my feet heating rapidly.
“You sure?” He toys with me, his eyes twinkling underneath the dim
lighting of his kitchen. He twirls around me, collecting the glasses I had
gotten out of the cabinet one by one.
“Yeah…” I trail off, wondering to myself if I was indeed sure of my
words. I keep my gaze trained on the expensive crystal instead of my best mate
fluttering around me as if this wasn’t a conversation we weren’t supposed to
“Too bad.” I still in my movements, one of my hands curled around the
stem of a wine glass as I balance my whole weight on my tippy toes. I try to
speed-rake my mind about what intentions could have been behind those two
simple, plain words, but come up rather empty-handed. Well, I was never someone
who could rapidly come up with solutions anyway.
“Too – what? Why?” I come out of my trance, landing back onto my feet as
I turn around, glass dangling in my hand which Harry happily plucks from
between my fingers.
“I’d – I wouldn’t mind.” He winks and within a split second my cheeks
are a fire-blazing red and my eyes are as wide as they can possibly get without
I’m taking one step forward, towards Harry, but refrain from moving any
further. I’m not sure if I’m reading his words as I’m supposed to, and I’m not
ready to give into my urges if they are misplaced. Harry is a bit more
confident than I am and closes the gap between us in just a matter of a few
I’m pressed against the counter, my hands covering over Harry’s biceps
as his own hands cup my face, keeping me in place. A little noise – what it was
supposed to sound as, even I am not completely certain – leaves my lips and
causes Harry to push himself even impossibly closer.
His hands wander, his lips staying locked with mine as my own mind seems
to click. My hands rest on his firm biceps first, a few moments later letting
them flow over his exposed arm towards his toned chest. I’m letting my fingers
ghost up on his chest towards his neck when Harry’s hands cup my bum firmly,
drawing a moan from my already parted lips.
“How much time do we still have?” Harry breathes against the skin of my
neck. He technically forces me to open my eyes, which are immediately cast
towards the clock on the far kitchen wall. “If we’re lucky, about forty-five
“That’s all I need.” Harry chuckles as his arms snake around my body,
hoisting me up into his arms. I just hope we’re not getting an unexpected
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst and fluff ◇ word count: 19.367 ◇ warnings: implied sex, alcohol mention
⇢ present day
Jeon Jungkook doesn’t feel like home.
He feels like the thrill of the unknown and the unexplored, like that hesitant feeling of a new sensation under your fingertips. He’s like the first taste of a newly discovered flavor, one that hits your tongue and quickly spreads through your body from head to toe.
He is that shivering pulse that tickles down your back when you step into foreign ground, he is the excitement that mixes with fear when faced with something that is beyond your control. He is the wild, the unsuppressed. His mind, just like his stare, is clear but faraway; always looking through the walls that surround him and into something else, something that your imagination could probably never cover.
Request: “i see that requests are open. when you get a chance can you write a
matt the radar technician imagine? something where the reader always helps him
fix things, offers to let him join her at lunch, etc and he thinks she’s being
fake as hell until one day the commander overhears a bunch of storm troopers
trash talking matt and the reader defends him?”
Pairing: Kylo Ren (Matt the Radar
Technician) x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Implied smut
You watched the blonde from afar,
admiring the way he would pause to push his glasses up every few minutes. He
had been fussing with one of the electricity compartments in the hallway, tools
splayed out in front of him as he attempted to find the right one for the job.
The look on his face was one of pure horror; he had no idea what he was doing.
It must’ve been his first day or something, since he had that wild ‘deer in the
headlights’ sort of look to him.
You pushed off the wall you had been
leaning on, eating a quick snack. You discarded the apple core in your hand
before bringing yourself to the mechanic.
“Need some help?” You asked with an
amused smile tweaking the corners of your lips. The man looked up, startled. He
had a big frame, covered by the thick uniform of a radar technician. You
squinted at his name tag. “Are you sure you’re in the right place Matt?”
“Of course I am.” He retorted
defensively, turning his flushed face back to his tools. You slid to your
knees, picking up a wrench and handing it to him. In the process of taking it
he left a black oil smudge on your palm. “Sorry.” He muttered, grabbing your
hand and pulling a rag from his pocket. He wiped at your hand, but it only
transferred the black further into the lines on your skin. You giggled, the
sound making Matt prop up slightly.
the prompt: could you make a Prince Hoseok fanfic? It’d be nice if it were fluffy (Hobie’s been getting all up in my feels as of late) but I have nothing specific in mind. the au i based this scenario off of: i’m in an arranged marriage but i’m in love with the sibling help
category: fluff + minimal angst
author note: hobi is always in my feels ngl. he’s just so happy and handsome and can we talk about the fact that hobi is the definition of husband material? my sister and i talk about that a lot. anyway, enjoy!
i hate when people say “cold is better than heat because you can put on extra layers but you can only take off so many layers in the heat!” cause its bullshit !!!! put on as many layers as u want and u still can’t feel your face. the wind is still gonna hit u so hard u can’t breathe. also you don’t even warm up when you put on more layers you just get sweaty
some Neverland UST, cause why not? And because it’s the middle of summer and it’s fucking hot out, who doesn’t want to go skinny dipping right now?
The heat was unbearable.
Emma had lived for two years in Florida, where humidity turned everything, her hair, her skin, into a sticky mess while she worked shitty minimum wage jobs that barely paid the rent and tried (and frequently failed) not to go back to her old life of shoplifting and picking pockets. She’d spent months in Arizona, where 100 degree days were the norm and she was both pregnant and incarcerated, carrying a baby she didn’t want to want so bad and a sentence she didn’t deserve and had literally dreamed of snowcones and ice cream for weeks on end, it was so hot and she was so uncomfortable in her prison scrubs and growing belly.
But nothing compared to Neverland.
Sweat beaded along her hairline and dripped between her breasts morning, noon and night. Her lungs felt like they were filled with water half the time and her feet itched constantly in her boots. Hook was insistent that she take them off and dry her socks by the fire every night, muttering under his breath about sailors who had lost toes to gangrene when they neglected to take proper care of their feet.
There was heat in his gaze when he looked at her, as heavy as the air around them and making her heart beat faster while her pulse surged between her legs and she didn’t dream of wrapping her lips around cherry Popsicles, but of another tasty treat instead that was hard and pink and would melt right in her mouth.
Summary: The deed is done, you and Peter have slept together. The real challenge begins, the thoughts of relationships and publicly being a couple spring up. More importantly, can you still be best friends now that you’ve slept together? It’s something you would like to happen more than the one time. Peter seems to agree. Both of you hate hiding it from Ned and Michelle. Neither of you knows exactly what to say to each other or to your friends.
Warnings?: A little smutty. ;)
When you woke up the next morning, you were alone. You felt a sharp pang in your chest. Why had Peter left? You looked over at your alarm clock. It was still early enough for you to have a shower and make yourself some breakfast before you had to catch the train.
You fidgeted anxiously at the train stop. Why were you nervous to see Peter? You had never been this nervous to see him. He had always been a source of comfort. But at the moment, you were consumed with the question of why Peter had left. Surely it wasn’t a big deal. Perhaps he had just left to get ready for school?
Or he freaked out and ran, maybe he’ll never speak to you ever again? You shuddered at the thought of your friendship with Peter ending. You didn’t even know what you would do with yourself. No. You and Peter’s relationship was fine. If kissing didn’t do anything to you, sleeping together shouldn’t be that different.
Ugh, who were you kidding..? Losing your virginity was a big deal for pretty much everyone. Let alone losing it to your best friend only a day after your first kiss. You hadn’t even realized how fast you two had moved until you stood away and looked in. But no matter what, you didn’t feel any regret. If it had to be anyone, you wanted it to be Peter.
What if that meant your friendship was over? Would you want it to be someone else then??
Peter never showed up at the train station. You almost didn’t get on the train so consumed with worry for where he was. He didn’t show up for the first half of the school day either. You finally gave in while eating lunch with Ned and Michelle and asked them if they had heard anything.
“Oh yeah he’s-” Ned stopped “At Stark’s.” He said
“Hmm.” Michelle muttered obviously not believing Ned.
“So, the Internship interferes with school now?” You asked raising your brows.
“It’s important work, you know.”
“No, I don’t think we would.” Michelle interjected. “Since he never talks about it.”
“Trust me, okay? Plus, he said he would be here after lunch.” Suddenly you were nervous again.
“Did you do something different to your hair?” You realized Michelle was talking to you.
“Um.. no. Why?” You asked fiddling with the loose strands. Michelle looked you over once more before shrugging.
“I dunno, you just look different.” She said picking at her fries making little red swirls with her ketchup.
“She’s right. There is something different about you.” Ned agreed.
I’m not a virgin anymore. Is that it? Is it true then? You can tell when someone had “gotten lucky” the night before or lost their virginity..?
“I didn’t do anything.” You said flinching at your defensive tone. You didn’t want to think that You and Peter sleeping together could change anything. Not even your appearance.
You almost didn’t notice him come in. Almost. Plus you had seen him walking across the field from the train stop only minutes before, your heart heavy.
He plopped down on his stool between you and Ned a couple seconds before the final bell rang signalling the beginning of class. You were relieved when Ms. Warren started right away instead of waiting long enough so that you would have to face Peter. Usually, Peter wouldn’t talk during lessons.
“Psst.” He poked your arm with the eraser end of his pencil. You jumped.
“Y-Yeah?” You said not able to look at him he leaned closer to you to make sure no one heard.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning. I heard your parents moving around in the morning. I didn’t want to get you in trouble so I slipped out.” He whispered. “I really wanted to be there when you woke up.” He said you smiled at how genuine his voice sounded. Turning to look at him finally.
“Good. I thought I had scared you off.” You whispered back.
“If kissing you didn’t scare me off,” He looked around nervously checking if anyone was eavesdropping but you were being quiet enough. “What makes you think sleeping with you would be any different?” He said
“I don’t know because its not kissing..” You said fiddling with your pencil. “It’s… sex.” You said
“Hey,” He reached over and placed a hand on your arm. “I wanted it just as much as you did. I mean, it’s not like you pulled me down that fire escape and into your bed by my ear.” He said you laughed covering your mouth quickly but it was too late. Warren had scoped you and Peter out.
“Peter… Y/N.. Anything you would like to share with the rest of us?”
“No, Ms. Warren. Sorry for interrupting. I just needed an eraser.” You said
“Oh, I didn’t know erasers were so humorous.” She said
“They aren’t ma’am.” You said lowering your head in embarrassment.
“Speaking of things that aren’t I realized that you and Mr. Parker hadn’t handed in yesterdays homework assignment.” She said the class cooed.
“Oh… um..” You gaped. You didn’t even know there was a homework assignment. She wasn’t calling out Ned either so obviously Ned had done it quickly after taking the Death Star home from Peter’s.
“Thirty minutes detention for the two of you after school.” She said you and Peter both nodded, embarrassed and ashamed.
spiderman where Tony knows Peter's ill before Peter does and Steve's like omg leave him alone lol he says he's fine but Tony doesn't buy it then suddenly Peter realises Tony was right...
“You’re not going,” Tony presses for the fourth time, voice almost distracted as his thumbs dart across the screen of his phone.
The second Peter stepped into the conference room minutes earlier, Tony knew something was off. The boy’s shoulders were slumped forward, a blaring contrast to his strong, eager posture. And while normally pale, his skin looks that of a ghost’s, with the only color coming from the faint flush colored across his pale cheeks.
Tony’s observant; it’s a particular skill he holds highly, so he can tell when Peter’s sick, especially with the kid’s poor track record over the last few months.
“I’m fine,” Peter whines, drawing out the words. “Seriously, Mr. Stark! I feel great!”
Tony’s chest swells with a deep sigh that he huffs out as he presses send on his text to Clint. He drags a slow gaze toward Peter with a shake of the head. “You’re sick, kid.”
“I think I would know if I’m sick, Mr. Stark.” Peter argues, hands curling into fists atop the table.
“Come on, Tony,” Steve joins in, focused eyes locking onto Tony’s unyielding ones. “He says he’s fine.”
“He’s lying,” Tony says, voice firm, borderline dangerous, as he drops against the wall and crosses his arms.
“I’m not!” Peter fires back, eyes alight with a creeping rage that bolts across his body as an uncomfortable heat.
“Then prove it.”
“Tony,” Steve warns, but Peter leans forward in his chair, narrow eyed locked onto Tony’s.
A second, louder sigh shoves past Tony’s lips. “Walk over here.”
“Fine,” Peter gripes out. He shoves his chair back and hops to his feet, and all at once, he’s hit with a crushing wave of fatigue stemmed from sleepless nights and the approaching flu season that has students at school dropping like flies. His head feels as if it could float away from his heavy, aching body, and his vision blurs out of focus as he stumbles forward, bracing both hands against the table to keep from toppling over.
“Peter!” Steve’s on his feet and helping Peter back into the seat in seconds as Tony strolls forward with a click of his tongue.
“Peter’s temperature is resting at 102.4 degrees, sir.”
A deep frown etches across Steve’s lips as he presses a large palm to Peter’s forehead. It takes only a second for his entire palm to grow uncomfortably warm, and he pulls his hand back with furrowed brows. “Peter, you’re burning up. What were you thinking?”
“That he could ignore his illness away like usual,” Tony mutters as he moves around the table to clamp a hand down to Peter’s shoulder.
“I really thought I was fine,” Peter mutters as he wraps his arms around himself in a defensive stance. “I thought I was just tired.”
“Well, there’s a lot more than fatigue going on with that fever,” Tony mutters, giving Peter’s shoulder a quick squeeze before moving to exit the conference room. “Make your way up to med bay,” he calls over his shoulder. “Clint’s taking your place for tonight’s mission.”
Peter watches with drooping eyes as the doors slide closed, and he huffs out a deep sigh as Steve cups the back of his neck.
“Are you ready?”
With a shrug, Peter nods. “I guess so.” He allows Steve to help him to his feet, and burning embarrassment heats his already warm face when he finds he has to lean against Steve to keep himself upright.
“Sorry,” he mutters as Steve drapes a strong arm over his shoulders.
“Don’t worry about it, Pete. Let’s just get you better.”
A/N: yikes this is a long one but … today might be that day
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As soon as
Alex left Aaron’s property, he felt a cold weight drop into his stomach. His
brain screamed at him to turn around; to go back to his soulmate. Thomas was
willing to work things out now; why would he prolong their separation?
half-turned back, but steeled himself. This was the right decision. It had to
be. He let his feet take him wherever they would, not wanting to go back home,
not wanting to go back to the party. For once in his life, he thought that
maybe being alone would be best.
down John’s familiar street, trying to tamp down the rising panic. Alone was
good. He could make it good.