@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU Word Count: 12,037 Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.
Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.
To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!
Well, you get the idea.
Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.
You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.
every single day i am haunted by that one bastille interview with dan and kyle where theyre asked about their most awkward romantic encounter and kyle talks in great detail about getting wanked off in french class and dan is completely silent, avoids the question, and asks the interviwer instead. what did that interview mean? was kyle emotionally stable enough to share that? why didn’t dan answer? where is the video now??? does it even exist???????
The weekend had passed. Draco and Y/N didn’t cross paths, except for one awkward encounter in the Great Hall. The two of them had reached for the potatoes at the same time, which resulted in bumping hands and rosy cheeks.
The next time they had Potions class, Y/N wondered if that night in the common room would fade into a forgotten memory.
She hoped it didn’t.
She got to class just as the bell was ringing, and took her seat next to Draco, not meeting his eyes.
As Slughorn spoke to the class, Y/N heard the unmistakable sound of rustling paper, before Draco slid a folded piece of parchment across the desk, in her direction.
She glanced down at it, then back at him. “You know you can just talk to me, right? I’m sitting right next to you.“
He rolled his eyes. “Would you quit ruining the moment and read the bloody note?”
She grinned, picking it up off the table.
Common room. Tonight. 11.
She looked back up at Draco, raising her eyebrows.
He gestured towards the quill lying next to her book bag, then at the note.
She shook her head, still smiling, picking up the quill. She scrawled a reply and slid it back across the table.
As the pair waited for their potion to settle, Draco said, “Oh! I brought you something.”
She turned to him, confused, as he searched for something in his bag. A moment later, he held out a bright green apple in her direction, a huge grin plastered on his face.
Y/N smiled back, wide.
“Sorry it’s green… I couldn’t find a red one, and I didn’t know-”
Her smile grew miles.
“You’re a dork.” she said, staring at the fidgeting boy in front of her, who nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
“Is that a good thing?” he asked.
Y/N took the apple from his hand, their fingers lightly brushing, which caused Draco’s heart to skip. Then, she simply shrugged and bit into the fruit, a crunching noise filling the air. “We’ll see.”
After all of the other girls in Y/N’s dormitory had fallen asleep, she made her way down the stairs, her feet hitting the stone steps in tune with her rapid heartbeat. She found Draco sitting on the couch, his platinum blonde hair standing out in comparison to the darkness of the common room.
“You’re late.” he said, standing up.
She grabbed his wrist and turned it so she could read his watch.
“Well it felt like forever.” he breathed, over-dramatically.
Y/N rolled her eyes, which she felt like she did 50% of the time she was around Draco Malfoy.
He suddenly grabbed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. Y/N was thrown off guard at the gesture, which felt oddly intimate, but she gripped him back.
“So…” she whispered. “What are we doing here?”
The two of them creeped down the stairwell just outside of the Slytherin common room, trying to be as silent as possible. They walked along the walls, as if that would make them more invisible.
Just after they got halfway down the stairs, Draco abruptly stopped walking, clamping a hand over Y/N’s mouth and pushing her back against the wall.
She elbowed him in the ribs.
Draco’s mouth fell open as he resisted crying out in pain, his hand falling from Y/N’s lips.
“Filch.” he mouthed, before she could yell at him.
Her eyebrows knitted together, clearly not understanding.
A grating meow.
Y/N’s eyes widened.
The two Slytherins pressed their backs to the stone wall, Draco’s fingers carefully wrapped around her wrist. Her breathing quickened, and not just because of the approaching footsteps.
Draco could feel her pulse.
He didn’t think his heart was capable of beating so fast.
Y/N could see an approaching light on the far wall, and a portion of Filch’s shadow. She covered her mouth with her free hand, to prevent any sound from coming out.
But the universe was looking out for her and Draco, because Filch turned and left.
They both exhaled at the same time, and turned to face one another.
Draco couldn’t help smiling, and Y/N let out a small laugh.
He took her all the way up to the roof of the astronomy tower.
“Why are we up here?” she asked, a grin plastered on her face. Draco had never noticed the crinkles that formed next to her eyes when she smiled.
He squeezed her hand and took a breath. He wasn’t quite sure why he felt so open with her, but he took a chance and said, “I come up here a lot, by myself.”
She squeezed his hand back, knowing that this wasn’t something he shared with many.
“Come here.” he said, pulling her toward a bench with a telescope positioned in front of it. He sat down, and Y/N followed, turning to face him. The cold air had turned Draco’s pale cheeks a slight shade of pink. He grinned at her, fiddling with her fingers.
“What?” she said. “Did you bring me up here just to stare at me?”
Draco’s smile fell, only slightly. He began to stand up. “Hold on.” he said, kissing her quickly on the nose and moving over to the telescope.
Y/N messed with her hair, only attempting to cover up the blush that had set up camp in her cheekbones.
She watched Draco fumble with the telescope, and wondered how exactly this had happened - only a few days ago they were bickering at each other. And now he was kissing her on the nose and making her blush?
“Here.” he said, lowering the telescope so it lined up with her height. “Look.”
She stepped up and peered in, and her eyes focused on a cluster of stars. “What am I looking at?”
“Huh?” she said, looking at him.
“It’s the constellation I was named after.” he said, pulling awkwardly on his tie.
The corners of Y/N’s lips turned up. “You brought me here to show me the constellation that you’re named after?”
“Damn it, I was trying to be romantic.” he sighed, his hands falling to his sides.
She laughed. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
Y/N closed the gap between them by yanking on the green and silver tie hanging around Draco’s neck. Their lips met, and shoes scuffed on the floor as they made their way back to the bench. Draco’s hands found their way to Y/N’s hair, as her hands rested gently on his cold cheeks.
Her heart hammered against her ribcage as tongues bumped and teeth scraped. Draco’s fingers slightly shook as they traveled from her hair down to her waist, an exciting twinge in his stomach.
Y/N pulled away, her lips lingering on top of his. “Fuck.” she mumbled.
Draco’s blue-grey eyes widened. “What?”
She hastily pressed her lips to his right ear and whispered, “Someone’s coming.”
Chills ran down his spine at the sudden touch.
Their eyes met and neither of them moved. If anyone were to come through the roof door, they’d have no place to hide. Y/N bit down on her lip at the steady sounds that resembled footsteps.
But many seconds passed, and nobody came.
“You hear that too, right?” she whispered, close enough that Draco could see the specks of color in her eyes, in the glow from the moon.
“Yeah.” he choked out, his voice breaking.
She slowly leaned away, and made her way to the edge of the roof, her hands curving over the edge of the barrier. Draco followed.
Then they saw it: a vibrant orange cat, repeatedly swatting at a stray food can down on the road.
Draco audibly exhaled, saying, “It’s just Granger’s stupid cat.”
A short silence followed, before the two of them bursted into laughter. Stomachs were clutched and tears leaked out of eyes and somehow they ended up sitting, shoulders touching, against the barrier at the edge of the tower’s roof.
“What are we doing?” she breathed, after the laughter had died down.
“I don’t know.” he replied, his smile lingering.
“Is this a mistake?” she said. “I mean, Filch, and the cat. Are they signs or something?”
“What?” Draco said, sternly, his grin falling. “No.”
Y/N looked over at him, his blue-grey eyes staring directly into hers. He took a breath and said, “I don’t know what… this, is yet. But I do know that I like it.”
The corners of her mouth turned up again and the crinkles made their way back to her eyes as Draco grabbed her hand, threading his fingers with hers.
“I really, really like it.” he said, giving her hand a squeeze.
Suddenly, Y/N’s heart lurched at the realization in front of her. The uncertainty, the doubt - it was terrifying. The possibility of them, the two of them. The time stretched out in front of them. His long fingers intertwined with hers. It all scared her, but thrilled her at the same time.
“Okay, say something.” Draco said. “Don’t leave me sitting here like an idiot.”
She laughed, looking up with the boy that had worry written all over his face.
“I like it too.”
sorry i haven’t posted much since last weekend; school is keeping me really busy!! i am also going to see fantastic beasts tomorrow night, so i most likely won’t be posting then.
i do have a lot of fics in progress, so i hope to post a bunch this weekend! xx
Simon and Baz are roommates, and they hate each other. Simon didn’t ask for a posh git of a roommate, and Baz doesn’t even know what he did to provoke the asshole he shares a room with. But at least he’s a hot asshole.
Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a Peter ParkerX reader when the reader moves into Peter’s apartment building and they have awkward encounters where they see each other for like the first couple weeks and then her dad (an avenger) invited over to help paint but the reader has no clue that he is Spiderman. Thanks!…. Sorry its so long.
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
A/N: I took so artistic liberty when interpreting the second part of the request. I also decided to make it a short series, since the request needs a lot of development. Hope you don’t mind, and thanks for requesting @sassy-and-classy-cowgirl !
“I’m home Aunt May!” called Peter as he stepped into his apartment.
May was in the kitchen when she greeted him, making her signature walnut-date loaves.
“Hey, sweetie. How was school?” she smiled kindly, mixing the batter.
Peter simply shrugs before saying, “It was okay.”
“Well, was there a new girl in school today?” May asked mysteriously, a smile playing on her lips.
Peter slipped his earphones out, scrunching his face. “Uh, actually yeah there was. How’d you know?”
“I saw her family move in. Next door. She’s cute,” May smirked, teasing Peter.
Slightly blushing, he swung his backpack on the armchair. “Yeah, yeah…I guess so.”
Settling into his room after school, Peter lost himself in the world of math equations and science formulas. And before he knew it, it was 8 pm. Stretching his arms, he got up from his chair and decided to take a well deserved break. He walked out of his room and was greeted by the sweet and nutty aroma of the walnut-date loaf that was baking golden brown in the oven. But he noticed three loaves chilling on a rack.
“Smells good, May.” Peter reached for a slice, but chose against it. “But why’d you bake so much?”
Pulling another loaf out of the oven, May looked proudly at her baked goods. “It’s for our new neighbors. We have to greet them!”
“Good thinking,” he commented before turning around to go back into his room.
“Not so fast, young man,” May called out, grabbing him by the hood of Peter’s hoodie. Handing him a nicely wrapped loaf, she urged him to take it. “Bring it over to our neighbors.”
“What? Me?” Peter exclaimed, surprised by the sudden prospect of meeting strangers. “Why?”
“I thought it’d be polite for you to say hello. Plus, maybe introduce yourself to the cute girl. What was her name…her mom mentioned it…(Y/n)! That’s right. Really pretty name for a really pretty girl,” May smiled, having too much fun making fun of Peter. Pushing him out the door, May shouted “Go say hi!” before shutting the door on an unwilling Peter.
He thought it’d be hard to find the apartment, but he saw piles of cardboard boxes two doors down and assumed it could only be (Y/n)’s.
Truthfully, he had started forming a crush on you. The moment you sat down next to him for a lab, he got major heart eyes for you. He remembered what you had said to introduce yourself, how sweet and silky your voice sounded, how flirty and fresh your scent was…Okay maybe that was a weird detail that he shouldn’t have noticed, but he couldn’t help it. You were gorgeous with your flowy, shiny hair and your smarts. Literally perfect. And now, he was approaching your door, walnut-date loaves in hand, ready to woo you.
Summary: Dan and Phil decide to do another baking video, and while Phil is hesitant, Dan’s excitement is catchy, and they have a good time. Questions are asked, slight awkwardness ensues, and Phil’s left speechless.
Summary: Dan and Phil are keeping their promise to themselves to collaborate more, but complications arise in the form of a handsome twin who has a bit of a thing for Dan. Do they tell him that they are a couple, try and fudge the issue, or will the competition make Phil appreciate Dan even more. Enough to say goodbye to keeping them a secret?
Summary:Phil was a Christmas man. He was, in fact, Christmassy to a degree which slightly astounded his boyfriend slash housemate Dan, who had previously considered himself the most Christmassy around.
Summary: Dan and Phil were curled up on Phil’s parent’s couch watching The Polar Express, the faint scent of peppermint candle wafting through the lounge. It was all very 2010 Dan and Phil, when Dan barely broke six foot one and Phil’s hair looked like a mane more than hair, but Christmas was a time of nostalgia, right?
Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Word count: 550
Warnings: Awkwardness at its finest, mentions of pubic hair, talk of vibrators and masturbation.
A/N: This is getting funnier and funnier
[Feedback is good, me likey]
gripped the door knob and you sigh as you open the bathroom door. You know both
bothers are out there waiting for you to get out. Shutting your eyes you do it quickly,
like a band-aid
around the room you feel 2 set of eyes following your every move. With your
free hand you scratch your head and place your bangs behind your ear before
taking the small pink case.
kick yourself mentally for not getting that extra credit card so you could take
a room for yourself… But noooo you didn’t want to commit any more fraud!!
You look up
to see them both of them staring at your hand. “What Sam?” You breathe out,
already flinching about whatever question he’s about to ask to you.
that? I’ve never seen anything like it…” He extends his big hands, like he’s
asking for you to show it to him and Dean moves closer to his brother. Oh, he
wants to see too!
chuckle escapes your lips; the brothers give each other a side glace before
looking back at you. “I- I’m sorry.” You cover your mouth with the back of your
hand trying to get a hold of your sanity, only to laugh again louder this time.
Dean join you and the three of you laugh like a small group of crazy people, a
couple of minutes go by and you realize that you are the only one laughing
again. You sigh and everything is awkward again.
open your palm, showing the not so small devise, “This is an UFO vibrator.” You
hold it up so they can both inspect without touching.
“Why is it
shaped like… like that? Is not like- like the normal ones” Dean asks and you
can see how he’s really trying not to reach out and take it.
I like it this way… we good now? Can we just, forget this ever happened?” You
turned around and go to your duffle again.
You hear a
whisper argument ending with a ‘You do it?’ ‘No you!’ quickly you take a pair
of jeans and pull them up your legs over your shorts; you just wanna get out of
Sam again and you see it coming.
“Can I ask
you one more thing?” You release you hair from the bun you did earlier and
scratch the sides of your head a little too hard.
you check your wallet for a little cash, yes you’re gonna have breakfast
somewhere else! Then look at Sam in the
Your mouth opens and closes a couple of times until you finally find your
voice. “I don’t always let it all grow freely, like all natural it’s just that,
I really haven’t got time to wax, and yes! Sometimes I think of you, both of you
actually but this was not the particular case.”
the room and you wonder if it is better to run north to Canada and then
Greenland of south and don’t stop till you get to Antarctica…
“Yeah, no… That wasn’t it.” Sam says “I just wanted
to know if from now on you’d would prefer to have your own room.”
Avoid the awkward "dancing" encounter with strangers by simply looking to the left or right and following through with that side.
It happens to everyone. You’re walking towards someone without much
clearance on either side of them. You have to pick a side, but you don’t
want it to to be like high school prom. It’s awkward, it sucks, but
what I’ve started doing is if I know that this terrible encounter will
happen, I simply look to the stranger’s left or right and hold that
stare. Lastly, pick a side, be confident in that side, and pursue it.
Make the decision. Works like a charm.
so Harry owns this small cozy bakery slash café - complete with shelves stuffed full of old, shabby books about every topic imaginable and an old jukebox that doesn’t really work but that he put a stereo behind because why not
and Draco has a very very secret sweet tooth and just drops by someday to pick up a cupcake and maybe something caramel-y
that is until he sees the most delicious thing in the shop: the barista
* so naturally Draco approaches with all his cockiness and tries to charm the other man; because charisma.
When Harry just reacts to his attempts at flirting by blinking behind these stupid glasses and repeatedly asking him about his order, Draco gives up momentarily, orders the thing with the most sugar in it and a fruit tea (he may look and sound like a snob but, hell, he likes his sweets)
a few awkward flirting encounters and foodgasms later they’re actually going out on a date that doesn’t involve either Harry’s bakery or two cracked eggs and a bag of exploded flour (that was a weird encounter at 3am that neither Draco nor Harry fully remember)
their first date isn’t perfect and slightly awkward and stilted but when they get to Draco’s front door and kiss, with lips still sweetened from the double chocolate brownies they’d had, it’s all fine. they’re good.
(you don’t even want to know about the mess that is them moving in together and Draco actually having to start going to the gym again regularly because otherwise he’d be rolling around the flat in no time with all the baked goods Harry feeds him)