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speak your mind even if your voice shakes

tell me a lie

you were a masterpiece, but then everyone saw you

I smell autumn

yes I function with out a heart

my mom won’t like you

please do not touch

there are so many types of art but {name of idol) is my favourite

seize the day

fragile, handle with respect 

I was the perfect roe that drowned

happiness is a great colour

you eventually will run back into it 

keep your heart closed but mind open

qualified meme-ster


s/he was so artistic painting smiles on every face but her/his own

did s/he forget to love

ask no question and you’ll get no lies

people change quicker than you think

society is an ugly burnt ass cracker

how many secrets can you keep

only fools fall for you

meme queen

everything I ever loved, I lost in the magic

seek joy, embrace joy, share joy

if you don’t build your dream, someone will hire you to build theirs.

autumn kills summer with the softest kiss.

no tears for the creatures of the night

you will let go

the colour yellow is really under-appreciated

im a petty bitch

Im a golden thread; fragile but valuable 

a little bit of sugar, but a lot of poison too

confusing reality with dreams

and I will fight even if I break 


fuck im broke

give me a sign

you’re one of a kind and no one understand

make your life a story worth telling

in conclusion, im bitter

but one day I’ll stop falling

(idol name)’s the tear in my heart

im soppy and emotional so stay the fuck away


have I fit into society yet?

is this any better?

create you’re own path to an adventure 

I let you out, and everyone saw

send memes

glazed donuts 

late nights, red eyes

entertain my faith


sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

I’m Fiji water, you are toilet water

see good in all things

we rise by lifting other

oh no, not you again

you still have Facebook?

you make me emo

just keep going

but do you know my aesthetic?

wheres the leak ma’am 

be like spongebob, create fire in the ocean

can life go back to when I didn’t understand it

How do I silence my sins

I will burn again

did I give you permission to break my heart?

red blood, black heart

dear society, do you accept me now?

a thornless withered rose

a touch of gold

fuck you I don’t care I failed

aesthetic mind

my brain is 80% song lyrics

im at the top but I still don’t see you

left me in the dark

stars fall and the world goes blind

sorry mom I promise to never be a a bad bitch

if you’re lost just look for me

dismayed mind

fuck of weirdo

home is where the art is

keep your dreams close to your heart

teach me your contour blending ways

find a way to be yourself

first you find yourself

let me glow bitch

I don’t want seconds

take on life like a swan; calm and serene on the surface, but paddling like hell underneather

(idols name) fills my heart

mom can I be savage now?

do ya thang

neither lost nor found

have a positive mindset

im honestly a troubled kid looking for dank memes

don’t look back, chase whats in front

no thanks, I don’t want leftover

I want to create

a black cloud in a black sky - nobody notices

oops sorry I spilled out my heart

I found the heart, but its empty

did I leave a stain on your heart

I thought this was eternal

buy me food pls

I asked for the word, and you bought me a carrier bag

sorry only dark humour is accepted 

you made it this far kid

you’ll probably love me 

too lazy to socialise 

I found my happy ending


This went REALLY well last time so I thought I would try it again (idc if this failed miserably its 2am)


like or reblog if use :)


what should I do/make next? 

creds to @httpmisfitx if use

Originally posted by bubblebutttjimin

It has been MONTHS since I’ve posted anything on here, but my vacation just started and I am so fucking ready to get back on here. This is the longest shit i’ve ever written so i hope you guys like it. I’m only writing for BTS at the moment so if you have any requests for them, i’d be happy to oblige. Without further ado, please and enjoy. Feedback is much appreciated, as usual.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff, smut

“Fucksake, not again..” you grumbled. You brought your hands up to your eyes and rubbed at them sleepily, feeling the anger slowly boiling up inside of you as you sat up in your bed.

Just ignore it. Just block it out, close your eyes, and go back to sleep. You can do this.

The encouraging words you kept repeating in your head made you lie back down, still holding onto the small piece of hope you still had, but it was quickly erased when another moan rang out in your ears and you groaned for the nth time before sitting up again.

You actually felt like crying at that moment. There was nothing you wanted to do more than get a decent amount of sleep after a hell-filled week. With the all exams you’d been studying for, all the papers, all the assignments, you craved a weekend full of goodnight sleeps and rest. But, clearly, that was just too much to ask of the horny fucking assholes who couldn’t keep it in their pants at this time of night.

You were too tired to even think of going there and giving them shit about it. So you just got up out of bed, still in your pajamas that consisted of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, grabbed your phone and dorm room key, and left your room. You cringed as you passed the room next to yours when you heard another groan echo from there, deciding you wanted to get off this whole fucking floor to at least have a quiet and peaceful night, even without sleep.

You sighed and ran a hand down your face as you entered the elevator before pressing the button to the main floor, considering the main lounge would be empty at this time of night. The ding sounded when you reached the floor, the door slowly sliding open to a completely empty and silent room. A tiny smile graced your lips as you walked to a seat in the corner, a small part of you happy to spend some quiet alone time, even though you were spending it outside your bed on an uncomfortable couch. But hey, when in college, those things were nothing to complain about.

You took your phone out and opened Instagram, scrolling through the search feed in search of anything entertaining. You sighed and slid down the seat and brought your legs up to rest on the seat, trying to get as comfortable as possible because it seemed it was going to be a long night.

Time seemed to fly as you sat there, switching between Instagram, Tumblr, and Twitter, occasionally turning on some music and singing along softly. But when you looked at the time, only twenty minutes had passed by. You groaned and sat up properly, locking your phone and looking up at the ceiling in frustration. You were pretty damn sure the two rabbits fucking upstairs were anywhere near done since you’ve experienced stuff like this countless times before, so you had no idea what to do. You only grabbed your phone and laid back against the couch once again, laying your head back and closing your eyes for a few seconds to clear your head. But then you heard the elevator ding, and your eyes snapped open quickly. Who the hell would come down here at this time of night?

You turned your head but stayed in your position, watching as the boy walked out of the elevator oblivious to your presence with his eyes glued to his phone. You definitely recognized him from around campus since he was pretty hard not to notice. He was one of the cuter guys around, not with too much attention though. He had his own group of friends and didn’t seem to want to broaden it any time soon. You didn’t even know his name even though he was in one or two of your classes.

He didn’t look up from his phone until he sat down on one of the couches a few feet away. As his eyes scanned the room, they landed on you and they widened at the presence of someone else. You sent him a small flustered smile, having been caught staring at him, and he sent one back. You broke eye contact and looked down at your phone once again. You were very tempted to go up and maybe say hi, get to know him maybe. But you didn’t wanna be one of those annoying strangers that annoyed the hell out of you without knowing it, and you had a feeling he was too polite to ignore you or tell you to fuck off. So you stuck to scrolling through your phone once again and sighing as you dug yourself further into your seat, occasionally glancing over to him to see him engrossed in his own phone.

Another fifteen minutes had passed by, and you looked up when you heard shifting from his side of the room as he got up and walked to a vending machine in the corner. He slid in some money and once you heard the crumpling of the wrapping of what you guessed was a chocolate bar, you suddenly felt the hunger that was starting to take over your stomach. You were pretty sure you didn’t have any money to buy anything though, since you didn’t bother to think about anything but getting away from that damned floor.

However, you were surprised when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him making his way over to you, and you tried not to get nervous at the thought of actually having to interact with him. You weren’t very used to meeting and talking to new people, especially when they were attractive.

You kept your eyes glued to your phone, thinking maybe he was going in a different direction than you thought, but then a snickers bar was held up before you. Your eyes brows raised in surprise and you looked up to find him looking at you expectantly, his other hand holding his own half-eaten snickers bar. You stared at him for a few seconds, mouth slightly agape in confusion and slight bewilderment.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I got you the same as mine,” he said after he swallowed down his bite, and the look he held in his eyes was so soft and innocent you almost melted right there.

“Erm, thank you,” you chuckled and sat up in your seat. “You really didn’t have to.”

He smiled a cute, bunny-teethed smile and nudged the chocolate towards you once again. “I guessed you were down here much earlier than I was so.. it’s nothing really.”

You took it from him with a smile and thanked him once again, feeling your stomach flutter when he took a seat on the couch opposite to you and unlocked his phone before settling in. You settled back as well and unwrapped the chocolate bar before taking a bite, savoring the sweet and salty taste that always managed to have you full in just a few bites.

You continued to use your phone when you felt his eyes on you, and you didn’t know whether to look up or just ignore it. But you couldn’t help but let your eyes meet his, and he was quick to avert his gaze down, but you definitely caught the slight tint in his cheeks at being caught.

“Are you down here for the same reason I am?” He asked all of a sudden, and you looked up mid bite to find him having locked his phone with his attention now on you, and you decided to do the same.

“Wait, is Park Jimin on your floor too?” You asked, slowly connecting the dots in your head as a smile slid onto both of your lips before you two busted out laughing.

“I knew it,” he sighed after you both stopped your laughing fit. “I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“I’m __.”

Within another half an hour, you’d gotten to know more than a handful of things about him. He was a dance major. He had a part time job because, similar to 90% of college students, he was struggling to pay his college fees. One of his best friends was Park Jimin, the dickhead currently fucking someone in his dorm room. People like to call him ‘Kookie’ or ‘Jungkookie’, which you found extremely adorable to be completely honest. He loved to sing. His favorite number is 1. He has a black belt in Taekwondo.

And, surprisingly, you talked and spilled just as much. It was nice. It’d been a long time since you sat down and just had a long chat with someone about nothing in particular, just anything that came to mind. He’d even made his way over to you and sat on the seat next to yours, and you tried not to focus too much on the handsome features of his face after he sat so much closer.

However, after you both yawned for the fifth time, you grabbed your phone to look at the time, surprised to see that two hours had just flied by.

“You think Park would be done by now?” You asked after another yawn and he chuckled as he checked his phone for the time as well.

“If he’s not, I’m going in there to kick his ass myself.”

When you reached your room, you turned to him and gave him one last smile.

“Night Jungkook. Thanks again for that snickers bar, if it weren’t for you I would’ve starved to death down there instead of coming back up here and getting some cash and hear that girl getting murdered.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughed. “Night __, I’ll see you around.”

That was about a week ago. You hadn’t seen much of Jungkook except for in classes where you two said simple ‘hellos’ and exchanged smiles. A small part of you was upset that you two hadn’t talked properly again, or even exchanged numbers. But you figured that night was a one time thing and he only talked to you because there was no other better way to pass the time.

That thought, however, was quickly thrown out the window when you heard your name being called as you walked to your next class, which happened to be with Jungkook himself. You turned your head to see him jogging up to you, ignoring the butterflies that flooded your tummy at the sight of him.

“What’s up?” You greeted with a smile and he sent one right back as he walked alongside you.

“Nothing much. We have the same class right now, right?” He asked, and the small high school part of you squealed at the fact that he remembered that.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Are you mentally and emotionally prepared for the amazing and fun-filled lectures of Mr. Kim?” You asked with false enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah, super pumped,” he chuckled. As you walked, you continued to chat casually about your week and how it’d gone. You finally reached your class and you walked to a vacant seat, expecting him to part ways with you and sit near his friends since they also attended this class. However, you were pleasantly surprised when he followed you and took the seat right next to yours, and bit back a smile as you settled in your seat.

The two hour lecture started, and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t bored out of your mind and halfway asleep on your desk. The reason was Jeon Jungkook and his antics. He kept doodling on your notebook, which you had no use of, passing you notes, and making lame jokes that had you choking back laughter.

You were currently practically red in the face, giggling quietly, body shaking from laughter as you leaned your head against the table so that nobody saw you. Then he tapped you on the shoulder and you sat up, huffing out a sigh after your laughing fit before looking to him expectantly.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?” You chuckled. “Why?”

“Just give it to me.”

You slid your phone out of your pocket and handed it over to him after unlocking it. He typed in a few things before giving it back, and before you could ask he talked.

“There, now you have my number saved. Text me later so I can have your number saved too, yeah?” He smiled that sweet smile once again and you had no idea why you felt your cheeks heat up slightly, but you turned to the front of the class so he wouldn’t notice, though you were pretty sure he knew your were grinning.

are you coming to taehyung’s party tonight?

i don’t think so

why not? :/ it’s fridayy

i have a lot of studying to catch up on

oh come on __ you still have the whole weekend

well yeah but still idk if that’s enough

please? i promise you’ll have fun if i’m there with you

You felt a smile grace your lips and you knew you couldn’t turn him down.

alright fine see you there

You sighed as you laid there in bed, already stressing about what you were gonna wear and the countless people you were going to have to talk to during your time there. But then you remembered that you were going to see him, in a much more relaxed and loose atmosphere, so you immediately got up and started rummaging through your closet for an outfit.

You settled for simple. A crop top, some ripped skinny jeans, and healed boots. Your makeup was simple and you let your hair down, which wasn’t something you often did so you liked the change. You checked your phone for the clock and decided to head out. You texted him that you were on your way, and he said that he’d be waiting for you.

You knew the address since you’d been to Taehyung’s parties before, and you definitely knew how wild they’d get sometimes, which is partially why you were hesitant to come. But you couldn’t help but agree. Ever since he’d given you his number, he’d texted you everyday. Sometimes a good morning text, others a goodnight text, with silly and goofy texts that spread out through the hours of the day. You weren’t going to deny it, you were starting to like him. With his stupid smile, his sweet personality, his gorgeous everything, it was hard not to.

The door to Taehyung’s was open and you made your way in, your eyes scanning the place to try and find anyone familiar, but to no avail. You walked further into the house and headed towards the kitchen, quite enjoying the loud music that filled your ears, and pulled out your phone to see if he’d texted you.

text me when you get here

i’m in the kitchen

You sent the text and leaned back against the counter, settling for waiting instead of getting a drink. You knew not to drink anything at these frat parties if you didn’t have anyone watching your back.

In less than a minute, you looked up to see him walking towards you. You felt a smile automatically being drawn onto your lips as soon as he reached you, and it was accompanied with a soft blush when he immediately pulled you into a short hug as he reached you.

“Glad you came,” he grinned as he pulled back.

“Well I gotta admit, a small part of me didn’t wanna spend the night writing a ten page essay,” you chuckled.

“Come on, let me introduce you to my friends.”

There was Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin, who was surprisingly not a dick as you’d expected. They were all a bunch of chill guys who sat there and laughed with a few others, and you kind of got the vibe that this was Jungkook’s close group of friends that he hung out with, and you were happy to meet them.

Each and everyone of them addressed him as Kookie, and you smile each and every time they did. You two sat on one of the couches, his arm resting behind you on the back of the couch, so it was easy for you to lean towards him and mumble to him.

“So, Kookie huh?” You giggled when he blushed.

“Yeah, I told you they all call me that,” he chuckled. “It’s not by choice, believe me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s pretty cute.”

“Not as cute as you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he closed his eyes and groaned in embarrassment. “That was so tacky, wasn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but bust out laughing at that, and despite his embarrassment, you saw him crack a smile. You nudged his shoulder playfully and leaned slightly into him.

“It was, but I’ll give you an A for effort.”

“He locked me out of my own house for two hours just because I went with Taehyung to a new place that opened in our town,” he sighed and shook his head in mock disappointment.

“What the hell?” You laughed loudly. “He was worse than a clingy girlfriend.”

“Yeah, Park Jimin isn’t the most open minded best friend, or boyfriend,” he laughed with you.

You two were walking home from the party, and he was telling you old stories about him and his friends. Apparently, they were all friends for a long time, and it made your heart even softer to think of all of them still holding onto their friendship and keeping it strong through all those years.

“It’s sweet that you guys are still close friends after so long,” you smiled up at him and he smiled as well at the thought of his friends.

“Yeah, but they can be assholes sometimes. But I guess Jimin being an asshole two weeks ago brought us here didn’t it?” He nudged you with his elbow and you really couldn’t manage not to blush.

“Yeah, I guess..”

“Do you wanna go out with me?”

You sputtered on your coffee at the sudden question. managing to save yourself from a coughing fit before looking up at him. He stared at you nervously, contemplating whether it was a good decision or not to blurt this out in the middle of a study session in the cafe you both chose.

“I mean, you don’t have to.. I just thought-”

“I’d love to, Jungkook.” You cut him off and placed a hand on his to relax his nervous posture, and he immediately smiled in relief and you felt your heart flutter at the mix of it all.

“Tomorrow night then?” He asked, and you only managed to nod eagerly, already feeling your heart racing when he turned his palm upwards to squeeze your hand.

You were glad that he didn’t suggest something like dinner, but instead opted for bowling. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t enjoy dinner with him, you were more than sure you would enjoy doing just about anything with him. But you absolutely loved bowling, or in other words, you absolutely loved anything that involved competition. So you immediately agreed.

You sat on your bed, switching between nervously biting on your fingernails and fiddling with a loose string on the bed sheets. You shouldn’t be nervous. It was only Jeon Jungkook, the sweet boy who managed to make you comfortable with only a simple smile and a few words.

But this was different. When you first talked to him, the thought of him actually taking an interest in you was way, way far off. But then he reached out to you and talked to you in uni, and still, you thought he was one of those persons who were too nice for their own good, and was only interacting with you so as not to be rude after having talked to you a week earlier. And then, he took your number, and he texted you and called you, and hung out with you. But you managed not to let yourself get hopeful because some guys did manage to lead girls on without actually realizing it.

Then he dropped the bomb and asked you out.

And now your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing because in the short time you’d spent with this boy, you could already tell he was the epitome of sweetness, and you pondered why he’d chosen to ask you out of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted with a knock on your door that alerted you that it was finally time. You swung the door open to be met with those puppy dog eyes once again, and the contrast between his innocent face and his lean body still made you wonder how he could make it work.

“Hey,” he smiled and moved in for a quick hug which you accepted, enjoying the way his whole body radiated with warmth.

“Hi,” you greeted back with a grin.

“Ready?” He asked, but he was already stretching his arm out for you to grab his hand, and you slickly wiped your palm along your pants before placing your hand in his.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh my god, you are so going down, Jeon.”

You didn’t realize this date could turn so quickly into a serious match, but with the amount of competitiveness you both apparently had ingrained in your genes, it was inevitable

“If I get one more strike, it’s done for you, __.” He raised his brows teasingly with a smirk that you still hadn’t gotten the chance to get used to. He went and grabbed his ball, throwing you one last glance.

“Huh, yeah. Good luck with that, sweetie.” You said those words with as much false confidence as you could muster up. But you knew, you just knew he would get it.

“How ‘bout if I get this, we go on a second date tomorrow?” He turned to face you again just before he threw the ball.

“Is this how you get girls to go on dates with you, Kookie?” You used his nickname on him for the very first time, and the smile that took over his lips had butterflies flooding your stomach for the hundredth time that night.

“Not usually, no.” He shook his head as he walked closer to you after placing the bowling ball back down. He stopped a foot before you. “I guess you’re different though. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

You bravely took a step forward and looked up at him, quite enjoying the significant height difference. “Well, don’t worry. Strike or no strike, I’d love to go out with you again.”

You both smiled at each other again, standing there for another handful of seconds before he turned and grabbed the ball, confidently throwing it in a more than perfect posture.

Of course, it was a strike.

The second date was a movie. Cliche, yes, but if you two hadn’t spent almost the entire movie throwing popcorn over each other, you would’ve been bored out of your mind. You were shushed and scolded several times, until they actually kicked you out of the theater for ‘disturbing the others’. But you couldn’t care less as you both laughed till tears were rolling out of your eyes on your home back home.

The third one was a picnic. Jungkook had been adamant at showing off his cooking skills and he definitely lived up to his gloating as he’d prepared several simple snacks that had you groaning at the tasteful bites. And as all picnic dates ended, you laid on your blanket and stargazed, you just had to do it. You ruined the moment, however, when you pointed out that a group of stars kind of resembled a pair of boobs. That had him rolling around in blanket in laughter as you giggled along.

The fourth one was a bit more interesting. You were scrolling around on Instagram when you see that there was a free cooking class in a few days. Your eyes lit up and you immediately sent a screenshot to him, asking if he was up for it, and he agreed. The whole class turned out to be old married couples and newly weds, and the class was supposedly for married couples only. You had to hold in your laughter as Jungkook explained to the sweet old woman who was teaching the class that the two of you had eloped after your parents disapproved of your relationship, and were currently traveling around aimlessly with no permanent home. After a few aws and cheek pinches, you began to learn how to make Baked Dijon Salmon.

The fifth one you went mini-golfing, where your competitive streak came out once again. However, this time, you won the bet. You managed to make him pose with his butt perked up, holding up a peace sign whilst puckering his lips for a photo that you posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Girls night out’.

The sixth one was your favorite. In one of those previous dates, he’d managed to tell you tons about his earlier life and childhood, and somewhere along those lines, he’d mentioned his favorite diner that was near his hometown. He showed you pictures of him there with his friends and family. And he decided he wanted to take you there because apparently, the burgers there were the best he’d ever had. It took you a while to get there but it was definitely worth the ride.

The old lady that worked there had known Jungkook since he was a child, and you felt your heart melt when he encased her in his arms in a soft hug as she cooed at him. She hugged you as well because ‘any friend of Jugkook’s was just like one of her children as well’.

You sat on the same side of the booth, and you spent the night eating, laughing, teasing, and glancing shyly at each other out of the corners of your eyes. And what made it better was that it all ended with a kiss. It was soft and mellow, just like him. He brushed your hair with his fingers as his lips moved at a slow pace against yours while your hands rested on his firm chest, feeling his heartbeat.

That was the first kiss of many.

The dates - well, any meet ups actually - that followed those were full of kisses that had you growing more and more attached to the boy. He’d made it a habit of pecking your lips softly as soon as you were in arms reach, quickly grabbing your arms and pulling you into his embrace. It was quite frustrating as well because you were shorter than him and didn’t get to do the same to him. Not that it was hard to convince him to kiss you.

You were currently walking hand in hand, back from the library to the dorms after several hours of trying to study with Jungkook, ‘trying’ being the keyword here. You ended up wasting about two hours in there just whispering to each other and giggling, sitting in a table all the way at the corner so you could sneak in a few pecks and kisses without getting glared at by the librarian.

“Do you wanna hang out at my room for a bit?” He grabbed your hand and asked just as you were about to make the turn to the hallway for your room. You felt a small smile grace your lips and your heart leap at the thought of spending alone time with him, in his room for the very first time. But then you remembered that his roommate is probably gonna be there, and your smile faltered a bit. As if he’d read your mind, he spoke again.

“Don’t worry, my roommate’s sleeping at his girlfriend’s tonight so it’ll be just us.” 

At that, you smiled and nodded before allowing him to lead the way.

“Here, you can wear these. I’m pretty sure those jeans aren’t the most comfortable thing to cuddle in.” He threw you a pair of clean boxers that would definitely fit like shorts on you with one of his over-sized t-shirts. You gave him a grateful smile because you truly did feel suffocated because of those skinny jeans after being stuck in them all day. You grabbed them and went into the bathroom to change, mentally clapping yourself on the back for convincing yourself to shave during your morning shower today.

“Hey, what do you wanna watch? I have some-” He was speaking to you through the door and you cut him off as you swung it open after being finished. He looked down at you, your body absolutely drowned in his shirt and boxers, managing to look completely adorable yet completely sexy at the same time. He swallowed visibly but then smiled to cover up, before pinching your cheeks.

“You look adorable,” he chuckled. You huffed and swatted at his hands as your cheeks reddened. But he only chuckled more and leaned down to peck the corner of your lips. “Come on, you pick something to watch and I’ll order us something to eat.”

You climbed onto the bed and grabbed the laptop, opening google to look up something to watch. But your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to him as he stood there, in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt identical to yours, his eyes fixed on the phone as he searched for something with a concentrated look on his face. You were completely entranced with him and you thought you were in some sort of dream, sitting here on his bed and waiting for him to join you. He seemed too good to be true. He was kindhearted, sweet, funny, dorky even, handsome, sexy, it was all wrapped up in one. Your eyes were glued to him and if they hadn’t reached his lips to see them moving, you wouldn’t have known he was talking to you.

“__?” He asked again, a knowing smirk slowly creeping across his lips.

“Huh?” You mumbled, blinking a few times before looking at his eyes properly, and you could surely feel your face burn as you’d just been caught ogling at him.

“I asked you what you wanted to eat,” he chuckled.

“Pizza’s fine,” you answered and cleared your throat before quickly looking away and busying yourself with 2017′s top ten movies list. You tried not to let your eyes wander over to him again as he looked up the number and pressed the phone to his ear, but you couldn’t help but steal small glances at him every few seconds, and every time he caught you his smile would widen.

You snapped your eyes back the laptop as he ended the call after placing the order, and he walked over to the bed and sat next to you. He scooted so he was practically stuck to your side and placed his chin on your shoulder to look at the screen with you, simultaneously wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Anything good?” He mumbled, and his voice was right next to your ear, his breath hitting your skin immediately. You sighed and shook your head no, not trusting your voice at the very moment. You continued to scroll through movies, occasionally stopping at one and reading the description but moving on after figuring out it wasn’t worth it.

“Come on, just pick anything,” he whined, and if he didn’t sound so adorable, you would’ve elbowed him in the stomach.

“They all suck, though,” you groaned and he only giggled and tightened his arms around you. You smiled and involuntarily scooted closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours and his scent that overwhelmed you, both from himself and his clothes that you were wearing.

He turned his head to bury his face in your hair, humming in contempt. “You smell nice,” he mumbled before lifting one hand and moving your hair away to reach your skin and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the intimate action and you unconsciously tilted your head a bit for him when he placed a soft kiss to your skin.

You sighed when he continued placing kisses, getting hotter and hotter with each passing second as his kisses got harder. Your eyes fluttered shut when his lips parted slightly and you felt the warmth of his mouth envelope a spot on your neck. One of your hands lifted without you realizing it and grabbed his hair softly, running through the smooth strands when he actually began sucking and nibbling at the spot he’d chosen to his liking.

“Kookie..” You meant to grab his attention but it barely came out as a hazy sigh and he only hummed against your skin before pulling away slowly. But he clearly wasn’t planning on stopping as he dove one of his hands into your hair and angled your head towards his before connecting your lips.

You hummed against his lips, enjoying the sudden displays of affection, slowly turning your body so you could get more comfortable. He started leaning back, breaking the kiss to lean against the headboard and pull you onto him. However, as you tried to balance yourself on your hand as you climbed over him, you had no idea how your foot managed to slip on the covers and it had you tumbling on top of him. You laid against his chest and groaned in embarrassment as you felt his chest vibrate with laughter beneath you.

“Have I told you how adorable you are?” He laughed and patted your waist as a signal for you to sit up properly and look at him, which you did with a glare.

“Only about a million times now,” you crossed your arms at him.

“Well, you are,” he raised a brow and uncrossed your arms before pulling you forward and placing your arms around his neck. “Come’ere..”

Your lips were on his once again and you weren’t planning on embarrassing yourself this time as this one seemed much more heated than the one before with the way his tongue roamed your mouth freely. His hands alternated between your back and waist, moving around and tracing your upper body and scrunching up the material of your shirt, before they finally managed to slip beneath it and found their way to your bare waist and gripped it firmly.

Your hands once again dug into his hair and tugged on it, causing him to tighten his hold on you and bring you closer to him so that your torsos were pressed firmly against each other. His hand slowly traveled up your bare back before splaying out against it, holding you firmly to him as he suddenly flipped the two of you over so that he was on top.

With all the sudden movements, you barely noticed how both the shirt and boxers had ridden up your body and exposed a lot more skin, but you honestly couldn’t care less as Jungkook was kissing your breath away, your breaths mingling and your hands getting braver as you explored each other’s bodies further. You wrapped your legs around his waist because it was too tempting not to with the way his hips fit so snugly between them.

One of his hands trailed up to your hair and grabbed with just the right amount of force as his teeth bit into your bottom lip, before he sensually sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t help but whimper at that, tightening your legs around his waist and digging your fingers into his back. You remembered that your hands also had to be put to use and trailed them down his back before you slipped them beneath his shirt, running your nails and fingertips and enjoying the movement of his muscles beneath your hands.

He pulled away from your mouth and you definitely caught the smirk on his lips at the whimper you gave out, but it was quickly hidden when he once again buried his face in the crook of your neck. He placed several kisses there before he trailed down to your collarbone which was easily exposed because of the ‘V’ of his shirt, and decided to focus his attention on there.

“Jungkook,” you moaned for the first time when he sucked on a particular spot. He dropped his head onto your collarbone before groaning lowly against you, his hot panting breath practically burning through the material of your shirt. Then he suddenly looked up at you and made his way back to your lips, kissing you vigorously like there was no tomorrow, before he broke away and looked at you through eyes searing with lust.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, placing a kiss to your lips. “We don’t have to go all the way, just-” Another kiss. “Just let me make you feel good, baby..”

It was either the pet name, his words, the look he was giving you, or the wet spot that had formed on your panties as soon as his lips touched yours, but it didn’t take even half a second for you to nod in consent.

In mere minutes, the boxers you were wearing had been thrown across the room forgotten, your shirt now all the way up to expose your bare breasts after your bra had also been discarded somewhere along the line. Your panting, whimpering, moaning, the sound of Jungkook’s mouth moving against your heat, with the occasional groans that left his lips as well were the only sounds filling the room.

“Ah,” you cried out, trying to buck your hips up but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and hips to keep you still. “Fuckkk, Jungkook.”

You dared to open your eyes and look down at him, only to find that the sight was just too erotic for you and it had you whimpering. His eyes were looking up at you, watching closely for each and every movement of yours. His skin was slightly sweaty as strands of his stuck to his face, and you were pretty sure yours was the same case. The sight was ripped away from you, however, when your head rolled back against the pillow with a loud moan as he sucked harshly on your clit.

“Fuck, yes please,” you cried out, your hand seeking out something to hold onto before you felt one of his hands leave your hips to intertwine with yours. Despite the erotic situation, you found your heart fluttering at the sweet gesture, but you didn’t have much time to think about it as his other hand traveled up your body and gripped one of your breasts in his large palm, squeezing it harshly.

“God, you’re so good.” You didn’t even know what was spewing out of your mouth as he gave you the freedom of bucking your hips against his mouth, immediately intensifying the pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” he spoke against you. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

With only a handful more encouraging words from him, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open in a silent scream with your peak, only muttering a single whimper of his name. Your panting could still be heard as he cleaned you up before grabbing his boxers and pulling them up your legs.

Your eyes slid open when he brought your shirt back down and laid down beside you, propping himself up on his elbow so that his face was right above yours.

“Hey,” he mumbled with a smile to which you returned.

“Hey,” you muttered sleepily. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you softly, and you almost melted into the mattress with sweetness.

“Sleep, baby,” he planted a kiss on your forehead and laid down properly next to you, and you turned so you could entangle your body with his. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Kookie.”

Ever since the first time Jungkook went down on you, he’d been insatiable. It was like he couldn’t get enough, pushing you down and getting whatever piece of clothing you’d been wearing out of the way before diving in.

Currently in the same position you’ve been in more than a handful of times these past couple of days, panting and whimpering in sensitivity as you came down from your second high, pushing Jungkook’s head away as you could take no more.

“Come’ere,” you mumbled lazily, pulling him up so you could reach his lips and kiss him deeply before pulling away and resting your head against the pillow beneath you. He flopped down next to you, getting ready to cuddle up to you but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes glancing at you worriedly, but you only shook your head at him and pushed him so he was laying flat on his back and quickly straddled him.

“Nothing, I just think it’s about time that I do something for you for a change,” you said and leaned down to kiss him slowly before breaking away and making your way down his body.

“Baby, you really don’t have to..” His words trailed off as you unbuttoned his shirt and kissed every inch of exposed skin with each button you undid.

“Shh, I want to,” you said against his skin after finally undoing the last button, completely exposing his toned torso to your hungry eyes. You looked up to find him giving you the same look, his lips caught beneath his teeth as he anticipated your touch. You maintained eye contact as your fingers found their way to the button of his jeans, popping it open and slowly sliding down the zipper.

His breath was getting heavier by the second, and he groaned lowly as he helped you pull his jeans down. You were sure it looked like your mouth was watering at the sight of him so big in his boxers, the see through material doing absolutely nothing in hiding his hardness. You threw his jeans away and leaned down to place a kiss on his length through the the cloth, causing him to huff out a sigh.

You honestly didn’t have the patience to tease, nor did you think he did, so you looped your fingers at the hem of his boxers and pulled them down. A moan almost made its way past your lips at the sight of him, hard and ready, and you felt pride swell in your chest at the thought of him getting this hard because of eating you out. 

You didn’t waste anymore time and grabbed the base of his cock, angling it to place your lips on the head, mouthing at it and flicking your tongue, barely making any sucking motions at first.

“__,” he sighed out your name and you kicked it up a notch, slowly taking a bit of him in your mouth before moving back up, running your tongue flat along the underside of him along the way. You repeated the process, slowly but surely getting used to the feeling and building up your pace, until you eventually started taking more and more of him with each bob of your head.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as you sucked harshly on your way up once, and you felt his hand on the back of your hair, gripping your hair in a tight hold, not pushing or pulling, just something to grab onto. His heavy breathing sounded throughout the room. His thighs were tensing beneath your hands. You moved your gaze up to him, and the sight only made you moan whimper against him.

His head thrown back with his neck and throat completely exposed, the sweat covering his skin making each and every bone of his stand out even more and you could swear it looked like he was carved by Greek god, unless he weren’t one himself. His sweaty chest was moving up and down rapidly with each heavy breath and his stomach was clenching, his abs just begging you to let go of his cock and put your mouth on them instead.

“Fuck, __,” he moaned out. God it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. “Feels so good..” His grip on your hair tightened, and it only made you wetter. You fingernails dug into his thighs, unable to control yourself and the only thing you could do was increase your pace and taking more of him into your mouth.

“Yes. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned out and subtly bucked his hips up into your mouth. You hummed against him with encouragement, more than eager to have him come in your mouth.

“Ah, __..” With one last groan of your name, he pulled on your hair to signal that he was coming. You pulled away and placed the head on your lips as you stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his warmth fill your mouth. He looked down at you with hazy eyes for a few seconds as you swallowed before licking his head one last time, and he dropped his head back onto the pillow in exhaustion.

You pulled his boxers back up his legs and tucked him in before climbing back up his body and laying against him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you waist and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, placing feathery kisses there every few seconds.

“Didn’t expect you to be the swallowing type,” he spoke all of a sudden.

You gasped and tried to sit up but he wouldn’t allow it, trapping you on his chest with his arms as he laughed loudly. You groaned and smacked his chest with your palm as much as you could with your body squished against his.

“Way to ruin the moment, asshole.”

“You said you weren’t gonna drag me to anymore Parties, Jungkook,” you groaned out as he lead you into the crowded house with his arm around your shoulder.

“I said I’ll try not to drag you to anymore parties, baby. And I am,” he looked down at you with an innocent smile. “It just hasn’t worked yet.”

“Screw you, okay.”

You both walked further into the house until you spotted his usual group of friends and made your way over to them, and they immediately yelled out their greetings to you.

“Kookie! __! You’re heeereee,” Jimin drawled out as he got up and stumbled his way over to you, clearly more than buzzed on drinks already. He separated you and stood between the two of you, placing an arm over each of your shoulders, looking back and forth between the two of you. If it were any other guy, you would’ve pushed him off by now, but it was Jimin and you were pretty much used to his antics after hanging out with him so many times with Jungkook.

“You know,” he started to say, an evil glint in his eyes. “My room is right next to Kookie’s..”

“Yeah, we both know that Jimin,” you said, unsure where he was going with this.

“And I’m more than sure that you two know how incredibly thin the walls are in our building,” he continued.

It took you a few seconds to run over the words he’d said before you felt a light bulb go off in your head and you felt your face go red in record time. You groaned and pushed his arm away before covering your face, but you heard him mutter an ‘ow’ through a giggle and you were pretty sure Jungkook smacked the back of his head.

In a second you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap around you once again and you buried yourself in his embrace, feeling safer now. You looked up at Jimin who was still looking at you both triumphantly, and you just couldn’t help but say those words to show that you weren’t a shy girl that was ashamed of her escapades with her actual boyfriend.

“Well, in case you don’t know, that’s just a preview. You wouldn’t wanna be in your room for the full show,” you smiled innocently and leaned further into Jungkook. Jimin’s eyes widened in both surprise and amusement before he laughed as well.

“I guess I shouldn’t.”

You later found yourselves sat on a love seat. Well, Jungkook was sat on the seat, you were on his lap, all cuddled up and in your own world as the others laughed, talked and danced around you. He held a beer in one hand, occasionally taking sips, and the other rested beneath your shirt, on your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

You looked up at him as he laughed with everyone at a joke that Hoseok just said, and you felt yourself smile involuntarily. He felt you looking at him and brought his gaze to yours, smiling cutely at you. He leaned in a pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, exchanging unspoken words before he decided to speak up. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nodded and got up.

You weren’t exactly planning to end the night like this, but what was supposed to be just a goodnight kisses had him leading you back to his room and pressing you against the door before he even opened it.

You kissed like two couldn’t get enough of each other, panting into each other’s mouths, out of breath but unwilling to break apart.

He placed his hands on your thighs on you immediately jumped up and wrapped them around his waist. He pinned you against the door with a thud and you moaned against his lips in wanton.

“Just go inside the room before you fuck here like animals.”

You broke apart with a gasp to see Yoongi walking to his room, barely sparing you a glance on his way. You barely managed to giggle at that before Jungkook swung open his door and stumbled in the room. He kicked it shut with his foot and immediately made his way over to his bed, thanking God that his roommate was almost always stuck up his girlfriend’s ass and he had the room to himself for the night.

He dropped you on the bed and climbed on top of you with that hungry look in his eyes that you never tired of, before connecting your lips once again.

You couldn’t even waste time on foreplay, you’d done that warm up way too many times and it took a fucking ton of self control not to just fuck each other senseless from the first time. But something told you both to wait, to take it just a bit slower than usual because the wait always made it so much better. And it did.

There was no waiting anymore though, both of your clothes were off in record time and your bodies were tangled together, not even an inch of space separating you two. The feeling of his body against yours was near euphoric, with every bit of bare skin rubbing against yours, his hands roaming yours in return, groping and squeezing freely to put each and every body part of yours to memory. To know how each touch could make you moan and whimper and sigh.

“Jungkook..” Your cry of his name was desperate, almost choked, as he entered you in one swift motion. Your head dropped back, your back arching and your chest pressing flush against his. Nails running down his back as he found his pace, slowly thrusting his hips as his heavy breaths hit your skin and gave you shivers.

Your sweaty palms gripped at the sheets, almost ripping them with the force of your hold, and he grabbed one of them in his to pin it against the bed and intertwined your fingers together against the mattress as he sped up his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned and dropped his forehead on your collarbone, his mouth pressing wet kisses to the valley between your breasts. Your other hand dug into his hair and you unconsciously scraped his scalp with your nails.

His other hand gripped your thigh and hoisted it up his waist, causing you to tighten your legs around his and bring him deeper into you.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” you cried out when he started going deeper, using more force than before to bring you the maximum amount of pleasure he could. “Right there, Jungkook..”

His name came out in a whimper, and the growl he let out in response was almost animalistic as he sped up his thrusts. He lifted his head and his torso before resting his elbows on either side of your head to support his body, gaining leverage to snap his hips harder against yours. His lip was caught beneath his teeth in concentration, and the sight of him above you almost brought tears of pleasure to your eyes.

Jeon Jungkook was a fucking sight for sore eyes.

Sweaty strands of hair stuck to his forehead. Eyes fluttering open and shut with that blissful expression gracing his features. Lips parting to let out the most erotic, sexiest noises you’d ever heard from a man before.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and dragged your fingers down his sweaty back, appreciating the feeling of his muscles moving and tensing beneath your fingertips. And then you did something you wanted to do ever since the first time you caught sight of his cute little behind. You dragged your hands down and gripped his ass, squeezing slightly and pushing him to go harder.

He wobbled a bit on his elbows at the sudden action, letting out a short out-of-breath laugh and leaning down to kiss you before going on, and you couldn’t help the smile on your lips despite the situation your were in. And that only showed you how comfortable you could be with Jungkook no matter what.

His hand traveled between your bodies, seeking out the most sensitive part of your body. The smile faltered from your lips when he found it and immediately started rubbing in tight circles, and he had you clenching your thighs around his hips in blinding pleasure.

“Jungkook! Oh god, please,” you cried out. “I’m so close..”

“Me too baby, come on.” He grunted, somehow managing to increase his pace.

You brought one hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into a heated sloppy kiss that consisted of you two moaning and breathing into each other’s mouths.

“I’m there, I’m there..” You whimpered. “Fuck, Jungkook!” With one last, loud moan of his name, you came, clenching around him.

“Ah fuck, __!” He moaned loudly, dropping his head in the crook of your neck to hide his moans, but you heard them loud and clear as you felt his warmth fill you, your eyes rolling back at the blissful feeling you’d been craving for so long.

You stayed that way for a few seconds before he pulled out of you, grabbing a shirt that was thrown beside his bed to clean you up before throwing it away laying down beside you. He didn’t even have to usher you over to cuddle into him, and he wrapped the covers around you with his arms around you.

He placed a soft kiss to your forehead and you looked up at him to find him already staring at you. And you didn’t even need to exchange words to know that you both felt happy and contempt about this, and you both new it wasn’t ending anytime soon.

Bad Temper


Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried. 

Word count: 2,658

“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily. 

I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.

“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always. 

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dad!yoongi + the pawful experience 

“Return it.” Yoongi sneered.

You rolled your eyes at him, “No.”

“Goddamnit.” He huffed, glaring at you, his hands perched on his hips like they usually did when he was about to go off on one of his tangents. “Three, ___. I gave you three children, is that not enough? Do you have a fetish for cleaning up shit that is not yours or something? Where the hell are we going to put a dog?”

“He can have your side of the bed if you insist on being an ass, Min Yoongi.” You seethed, turning your attention from the aggravating man to the lump of fur that was nestling deeper into your lap, “Your yelling is upsetting Min Holly.”

Yoongi cringed behind you, gripping the fabric of his jeans to keep from strangling you, “Don’t give that dog my last name I want no part in its upbringing.”

“You’re so immature.” You scoffed, petting the toy poodle in your lap.

“Says the person who went out and spontaneously bought a fucking puppy with that overgrown toddler Taehyung.” He hissed.

“You’re the only one who has an issue with the dog, Yoongi.” You sighed, “The kids love him.”

“Of course the kids love him, our son also loves eating his own boogers so excuse me if I’m not about to go off the advice of a fucking six year old.” He whisper yelled as he glanced over at said toddler who was currently trying to run away from his own shadow, and when all else failed sat on the floor and began screaming.

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, before gesturing to your son who you were looking at with what could only be described as pure exhaustion, “I love him. I do. He’s my son and I love him. God, but he’s an asshole.”

“You can’t call our kid an asshole.” You murmured, but it was halfhearted.

“Why not?”

You paused at that before staring up at Yoongi’s blank expression, “Not in public.”

There was an amicable silence between the two of you as you stared on at your child who had gone from wailing in frustration on the floor to giggling with his toys not even a second later, the contrast in mood almost frightening.

“We’re not finished talking about the dog, ___.” Yoongi sighed, “I hate animals. You know I hate animals.”

“You also hated me and children but look where we’re at now.” You shrugged.

Yoongi put his tongue in his cheek, “Yeah well you let me fuck you and those are my asshole children as a byproduct of me fucking you. Seeing as I can’t fuck this dog—”


“—and you didn’t give birth to it I want it out of my house.” He gritted out.

You glared up at your husband, “You’re being impossible!”

“You should’ve spoke to me before making a decision like this!” He yelled back, looking truly upset for the first time since you had started arguing, “I don’t give a shit about the stupid dog I give a shit that you made this decision that would ultimately effect me and the kids and it’s not that big of a deal but you didn’t talk to me about it first and I find that really fucking annoying. So no I don’t like dogs but yes I would’ve given in in a fucking heartbeat like I always do when it comes to you or the kids, if you had just dropped me a text or phone call or casual fucking conversation over dinner instead of just going out on your own with Taehyung and surprising me with an entire other mouth to feed.”

By the time Yoongi had finished his rant you swore you had shrunk three sizes under his frown of disappointment. Being married to Yoongi, and having been dating him for even longer of course you had your fair share of fights but even then you could count those times on one hand, the rarity of arguments only heightening the hurt and dejection on his face as he sent you one more annoyed glance before tugging on his tie and heading to your bedroom.

You let out a sigh before looking down at a whimpering Min Holly.


Yoongi wanted more than anything to skip dinner that night, an entire hour of having to sit through a meal with you sending him puppy dog eyes because he knew you felt bad about what you did, all while the remaining guests of said dinner party remained oblivious to the quiet tension, too caught up with trying to gauge each other’s eyes out with spit balls? Yeah no thanks. And it wasn’t because he was the bigger person, or even because he was mature enough to sit down and talk things through with you like an adult—God no. But Friday’s were family nights, something even he wouldn’t dare go back on, for fear of having to deal with three, no four, dreadful little brats whining his ear off at canceling on them at the last minute. And while sitting through thirty minutes of ‘but daddy you promised!’ just sounded so fun, he relented before he had to deal with any of that, shuffling everyone into their respective car seats and pointedly ignoring you.

So alas, here he was, in his own personal hell that was filled with thirty or forty other screaming children all of who sure as hell didn’t belong to him, so he had no moral obligation to not trip that one fat kid that kept screaming and chasing his precious, precious, baby girl around the godforsaken ball pit, all while receiving blatant looks of outrage from you.

He shrugged, “Accident.”

You bit your lower lip, refusing to egg on his behavior as a very concerned looking parent came over to scoop their child up from in front of your booth.

There was a moment of silence—well as silent as it could get in a Chuck E. Cheese—between the two of you as Yoongi scrolled through his phone and you watched your daughters chase their brother around the slide. You snuck a glance Yoongi’s way before worrying your lip between your teeth. You hated when he was mad at you.

Sure he was grumpy and insufferable most of the time, but at least then he was scolding you and calling you a jackass, that was at least better than a cold shoulder from Yoongi. You dared a glance in the other direction before inching your way closer to him, willing the cushions of the booth not to give you away just yet as you clumsily climbed closer and closer.

Yoongi didn’t even look up from his phone when he felt your arms wrap around his waist, your chin finding purchase in the crook of neck.

“Yoongi-ah.” You murmured, before nuzzling closer for his scent. “I was wrong and I’m sorry.”

If there was one thing Yoongi could appreciate about you—well, one of many, it was that you didn’t dawdle when you knew you messed up, something that suited Yoongi’s frank personality well. It was the reason arguments never went on for long, especially when you hated grudges, you preferred to keep things open and aired out as you had once told him.

“I’ll return the dog tomorrow.” You said quietly, not really expecting an answer.

Yoongi turned then, withering you with a glare, “And make me look like the bad guy? Hell no. We’re keeping the damn dog and you owe me a weeks worth of blow jobs to make up for this.”

You smiled against his neck, even as you clenched your thighs under the table. “Anything for you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at you, but still turned in your embrace to place a chaste peck on your lips earning a mega watt smile that made his hearts do annoying backflips in his chest.

“Love you.” He grumbled.

“Love you too.” You sighed, lacing your fingers with his before returning your gaze back to the playground your children were occupying. “Also, I hate to ruin the moment but your son is naked in the ball pit.”

“Why is he always my son whenever he’s doing something stupid?” Yoongi scoffed.

“Oh my God Yoongi, he’s peeing, go get him!” You hissed, smacking his shoulder profusely as parents and staff gawked at your six year old.

“He’s already started you might as well —ouch! Ouch! Okay! I’m going! Jesus Christ!” He grumbled.

You stared in amusement as a very disgruntled, very annoyed Yoongi shuffled around the now vacated, as well as urine contaminated ball pit to collect your sons scattered clothing and scoop him up, screeching at the top of his lungs. Yoongi didn’t even bother to stop as he motioned for you to get the twins and grabbed the car keys off the table, shuffling out of the restaurant as fast as his little legs would take him. You sent an apologetic smile to your hostess and left a hefty tip for your server before nearly dragging your children into their car seats.

By the time you had gotten home it was already ten o clock but that hadn’t stopped Yoongi from sitting down a very petulant looking six year old and scolding him on social norms and how exhibitionism went against all of them, and also how pissing in public, in an effing ball pit while socially unacceptable was also hygienically unacceptable and when that went over his head he had resigned himself to glaring at the toddler until he finally slumped back in his high chair with a pout. While you had always agreed that your son had always looked more like Yoongi than yourself, in that moment while he was glaring and sticking his tongue out at his father he never looked more like a spitting image of the man, something that forced you to bite back laughter.

“No more kids.” He grumbled, taking a spot next to you on the sofa.

You stifled a giggle, cuddling up to his side.

“He’s so much like you it’s a little ridiculous.”

“He’s nothing like me.” He pouted, “I only claim those two angels who are probably upstairs doing angel things. I want a paternity test for the boy.”

“He flicked Taehyung off the other day over brunch and tried to choke Jimin when he told him he couldn’t stuff his phone in the garbage disposal.” You said dryly.

Yoongi smiled fondly, “I may claim the boy.”

You snickered at his response just as you felt a small, furry presence pressing against your leg.

“Oh, was someone lonely today?” You cooed, leaning down to lift the whining puppy in your arms.

“Not on the couch ____.” Yoongi admonished.

“Oh shut up.” You murmured, petting a hand over the sleepy puppy, “Just look at that face, there’s no way you can hate something so cute. You’d have to be a true abomination, Yoongi!”

Yoongi sneered as you raised the brown lump of fur to eye level with him. What exactly did you want him to do? Look into those stupidly huge brown eyes and tell you that maybe the disgustingly adorable heap of fur wasn’t so bad when it was peering up at him with it’s tail wagging and it’s tongue out like the idiot dog it was?

Because he won’t.

Only something so stupid could be so happy.

“Babe, I’ll be right back,” you said, handing him the puppy and ignoring his very disgusted look in the mean while, “I forgot my phone in the car.”

“And what do you want me to do with this thing?” He grunted after you, a glare marring his perfect face as he held the puppy the way he would a sack of potatoes.

“Try not to throw him into the garbage disposal.” You called over your shoulder, slipping on a pair of Yoongi’s slippers before running out the house.

Yoongi glared at the puppy who’s only response was to lick a stripe up his cheek and pant happily.

“You know you have a girls name right?” He spat.

A joyful bark.

“Don’t think you can win me over just because you’re cute. The last time I let that happen I ended up married with three swamp demons.” He muttered bitterly, “I won’t be fooled twice.”

Another yap.

Yoongi sighed before relenting under the dogs pleading eyes and reaching a hand forward to pet over the soft fur, begrudgingly. It really was stupid looking…

But in a good way. An endearing way.

“I guess you’re not that bad, Holly.” He muttered. “You make my wife happy.”

And it took everything in your power from letting out a victorious ‘I told you so!’ from your spot, instead opting to creep your way up the steps and give them the rest of the night to get acquainted with each other.


Originally posted by kimbbuyo

My first Mino scenario. I honestly really enjoyed writing this and i had a lot of fun doing it. I really hope you guys like it, feedback is much appreciated as always so please don’t hesitate. 

A/N: disgustingly fluffy bc i live for fluffy cliches okay fight me. this is my first mino scenario so if you like it let me know if i should write more for him

Pairing: Song Mino x reader
Genre: fluff, smut
Word count: 12,791 (idek man mino did things to me)

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Deadly Sins- Pride

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter’s trains against Captain America and the pride in Captain causes issues for the Reader. When something happens to Peter Thor gets involved trying to solve the situation. Events turn causing the Reader to be injured.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,)

Word Count: 2,113


A/N: Can you sense the theme ;) Btw my series will have different stories but categorized under the Deadly Sins

[Reader’s POV]

“Faster Spiderlover, you have to be faster than that” Natasha scolds putting you in a headlock.

 Stiffening up you breathe out slowly. You twist your leg around hers flipping her to the side slamming your body on top of hers. A groan slips out of her mouth as your elbow smashes into her ribcage. Rolling off of her you get back up. Your vitals flashing in your glasses. Natasha’s eyes glaring at you before getting back into her stance. Noticing her finger twitching your reflexes kick in.

She’s going to use her wrist tasers.

   Moving to the left dodging the burst of electricity coming your way. Opening up your bow into its true form you click the button causing it to shoot an electric arrow extending into size. Thanks to adapting some of Ant Man’s technology. It’s able to be shot then expand closer to the target so they don’t see it coming. She tries to dodge but it cuts open her shoulder when it expands to its full size.

“Spiderling girlfriend wins” Stark announces. You’ve been fighting for the fast twenty minutes. It was whoever drew the first blood. Your technique has grown since Natasha trained you these past four months.. Clint would stop by every so often to help train your skills with the bow. You felt safer with your new skills you have now. Ever since the incident two years ago with Mason you’ve changed. Peter has been super supportive of you growing stronger.

“Babe that was wicked, you did that thing and did that movement and flipped her over!” Peters excited interpretation with arm motions making you laugh.

“Not bad Spiderlover, come back tonight for assassination practice” Natasha smiles wiping the blood from her shoulder. Her hand applying pressure to stoop the bleeding.

“Sorry bout that..” you look at her immediately feeling guilty. Natasha was your mentor, you’re learning from the best. Yet you hate harming her in ways but when Tony says to train we have to give it all we got till first bloody injury.

“No, you’re here to train. You’re apart of the team thanks to your dear Spider” She points to Peter who’s now fighting against Captain America. You watch as Peter swings around the training room testing the new web shooters you designed. You took pride in them, you worked so hard on them that even Mr. Stark was impressed.

   You hear a bone crushing smack causing your head to snap in the direction of it. Looking to see Steve down on indented into the wall of the training room. Blood was dripping down his face and onto his white star.. Looks like your blade web fluid worked. The room got dead silent till Peter started shouting. “See I can even take the Captain Down!”

   Looking over at your boyfriend who starts swaying slightly. Blood started staining his suit making your eyes widen. He collapses to the ground gripping his left side. Panic flashed through your system causing your chest to tighten. Stark is there before any of us kneeling next to Peter. You then see Captain walking over towards the group.

“Is he alright?” Cap asks rubbing the back of his neck. He did this, he knows the training rules.

“You know this is just training Steve! Your pride in trying to always be right,what the fuck were you thinking” You snarl jumping at him your glove protruding blades. Your fist was about to slam in his face before you a web covers it instantly.

“Peter what the hell” Annoyance fills your body as you turn to look at him.

“No, w-with great p-power comes great responsibility..” He says trying to catch his breath. You don’t attack your team, you knew that but you were just trying to protect him.

“Kid you can’t try and prove yourself like that, we need you ALIVE for the mission in two days” Stark chastens. Peter looks at him frowning slightly. Only to nod before laying his head back down.

“Dammit Peter what were you thinking?!” he flinches from your raised voice. How could he not expect to get yelled at. You can’t lose him.

“I just wanted to show that I could take him down, I know I can babe..”

“Don’t do that, we all know you’re strong… this is just training not a gladiator fight” Sending a glare to Steve as he kneels down next to you looking over Peter’s injuries.

“You did good kid, like I said you have a lot of heart in yah” He ruffles Peters exposed curls.

“Babe… please don’t be mad I just really wanted to put your web-shooters to a complete test..”

“Fuck you Steve” you snarl slapping him hard across the face. A loud crack fills the training room. Your gloves had a superior strength mechanism that matched his shield. Steve looks up at you shocked as blood drips from his mouth.

“Starlight.. That isn’t the way of acting towards a fellow member” Thor’s hand placing itself on your heaving back. You grit your teeth at Thor’s nickname for you. They always called you something other than your name.

“He let his stupid make America great again pride get to his fucking head and took it out on Peter!” Your voice raising an octave. Peter is your everything, your reason to live now.

“Babe don-”

“Starlight… How about we fight next?” Thor asks trying to calm you down. He knew training was one of your stress relievers.

“Absolutely not, baby let’s leave” Peter is now standing in front of you gritting his teeth. His hand covering the wound on his side.

“Peter, you have to let Starlight make her own decisions for once.. You won’t always be around” Thor crosses his arms looking down at him.

“I.. I accept” You say moving Peter out of the way. A web covers both of your hands pulling you back to him. Smirking you hit a button on your wrist screen causing the webs to melt off. Peter looks down at your hands in shock.

“H-How di-did you do that?” Shock still stained on his features.

“Well Peter I do have free time in the shop and access to your web fluid” A sweet smile replaces your smirk as you turn towards Thor.

“That means… you could have punched Cap’n in the face?” Peter looking at you in disbelief. Nodding you turn away heading outside onto the outdoors training field.

“Now you two.. Please for the love of God DO NOT destroy the place with lightning.” Tony begs with a pout.

“Fist fight?” I ask turning to the side looking at Tony. My hair cascading down my back in curls.

“Weapon and Fists only, I’m tired of remodeling cause of your lightning Thor”  Tony sighs walking out of his Iron Man suit.

“Weapons? Her against Thor?Absolutely not.. ” Peter’s voice coming from behind you.

“Do you think I can’t handle this?”

“Babe he’s the God of fucking thunder, you’re just an ordinary human” he states looking down at you.

Did he just say… Ordinary?

I’ll show him I can defend myself…

“Just an ordinary human… understood Peter” You snap shooting a blast out of your palm.

He flips backwards avoiding it and turning his head to look at the blast you shot at him.

“Babygirl, I didn’t mean i-”

“C’mon Starlight show me what you got” Thor grins gripping his hammer’s handle. Tugging your hand out of Peter’s grasp. You couldn’t believe he called you ordinary, you were beyond ordinary from what he said in the bedroom last night.


“Get ready Spiderlover!” Natasha shouts from the sidelines. She was like a proud soccer mom on the side. Clint had his arm slung around her shoulders.

“Victor, engage Oden Fighting Mode” I say with a smirk cause there were some tricks you installed. Your armor had multiple things to help you in battle due to situations. Many possibilities thanks to the supplies Tony gave you.

“Engaging Oden Fighting Mode”

   Thor lunges at you throwing his hammer at you. His hair flowing in the wind as he comes closer to you. You cross your arms in front of you in a ‘X’, a forceshield forms as the hammer collides causing a stream of light to fill the air. The intense collision making your feet dig into the ground.

   You can do anything you set your mind to. Letting out a grunt you use your shin bracers to knock his hammer away. Shooting anchors to his cape causing him to be unable to move. Jumping you punch him repeatedly in the face. Your fighting mode going fast detecting his possible counters.

“I see you’ve done some tinkering Starlight” he chuckles as his fist aims straight towards your face after dodging another punch from you.

“You gotta do what you gotta do” A groan slipping out of your lips as he manages to wrap his hands around your neck. Gripping onto his forearms,the smell of burnt flesh fills your nose.

“What the fuck?” Thor hisses dropping you making you take a huge breath in. Doing a backflip to get some distance between you two. Victor disables the acid touch instantly.

“Like Peter said, I’m just some ordinary human, I have to defend myself somehow” bitterness filling your mouth. You could taste the blood but you swallow it.

“You’re going to regret that” He growls punching you hard in the chest. Pain and electricity spreads you through your body.


“Calling for medical personal, vitals dropping, contusions to the chest” Victor’s voice fills your ears. Coughing you collapse onto the ground. You could feel that he burned a hole in your chest plate. Back to the drawing board when you heal..

“I-I wasn’t thinking properly” He explains running towards your body.

“You’re going to get chewed the fuck out” Natasha grips Thor by the ear taking him away. She is totally your mom.



“Babygirl, h-how are you feeling?” Peter asks as you slip your silk robe on  to cover over your bandaged chest.

“How do you think I’m feeling Peter?” My tone coming out harsh. You were still salty with how he called you ordinary.

“Y-you know I-I didn’t mean it… I’m just afraid you’ll get hurt badly and look where we are” he gestures towards your bandaged chest and torso.

“I knew that I would get hurt the moment I came here but I came here to be with you Peter… I love you so much that I can’t be away from you. So forgive me if I want to fight alongside you and if I have to push myself I will..” You could feel your nails digging into the palms of your hands. Feeling this way towards Peter was a first. Sure you got upset but never angry at him.

“Your pride got you hurt today, just like it hurt Cap’n” he explains taking your hands into his. You look into his brown eyes that you swear you could get lost in.

“It wasn’t pride” Taking your hands out of his but he catches them back in his grasp again.

“Yes love, your pride in your suit.. I know you were trying to prove a point to me” A small smile is plastered on his lips. He know’s he’s right and you hated it.

“What point are you even talking about” Eyes looking away from his, you were completely frustrated.

“That you aren’t an ordinary human, Natasha is human and is an excellent fighter… You’re learning from the best so ordinary was an awful word to say” His arms pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I can’t believe you called me that, Peter I was so mad” You huff placing your forehead against his chest.

“You blasted at me, of course I knew my girl was mad at me..” His laughter filling the air 

“After the things you called me last night…then calling me ordinary was infuriating” Your lips kiss down his neck pausing at the base of his neck. His hands tighten on your waist as you leave dark marks on his skin.

“You’re going to regret blasting at me today love” He whispers darkly pulling away from you. His hands flick causing webs to pin you against the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him.

All you could see in his eyes was… Lust.


So… what’d ya thinkkkk. I’m loving the tumblr community more than Wattpad tbh. Until I upload the next part take a look at my recent post ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love with You :,)

Sass Starters!

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” 

“Excuse you?” 

“I could do that, but “could” doesn’t mean would.” 

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t give.” 

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” 

“Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.” 

“Fill a cup with your tears so I can drink them. Gotta keep hydrated.” 

“I’m sorry, was I talking to you? The answer is no.” 

“You couldn’t train a rock, much less a pet.” 

“You couldn’t land a hit on a mountain.”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, brat?” 

Jedidiah, The Luxurious Bargeman

*Context: I was DM and I wanted to test a campaign set in a more 1920’s Naval Period. Our party consisting of A Black Market Smuggler named Jared, A engineer named Zachariah, A singer named Ruth, and a Runaway Convict named Jedidiah. They wanted to destroy a corrupt naval tramper carrying illegal goods surrounding Victorton (a port city), and they recently stole a barge filled with TNT.*

**While the barge was being pulled up near the ship, I had to go to the bathroom, so my friends decided to RP**

Zach: Aw hell, this barge is filled with enough TNT to sink the city. (In a deep Texan accent)
Jared: Shut up… We all knew the stakes, and we all knew what could happen to us. (A French accent)
Ruth: That’s the same thing… (In a quiet shy tone)
Jared: Shut up.
Jedidiah: Now that’s no way to talk to a lady. (Very very pompous British accent)
OOC Zach: Why the hell do you have that accent?
Jedidiah: Well I did have a life before my career in crime…

***I came back, but I kept my mic muted***

Jed: But what you might not know is that I was a foreman of a salvage company.
OOC Zach: That didn’t answer my ques-
Jed: Being a Bargeman was a honest living… however I was contracted to salvage a Train owned by the Royal Family.
Jared: Sounds like a load of-
Jed: After salvaging the wreck, I was paid handsomely for my work. I indulged the high life. It was… Glorious… but sadly the dream came to an end.
Ruth: What happened?
Jed: I invested all of my money in barges
OOC Jared: The fuck?
Jed: I bought 12,000 orders of barges, so that the company I worked for would prosper, but sadly all of them couldn’t be stored in the port. I apparently was blocking the waterways, and I was jailed for 5 years
OOC Zach: but you said that you were a petty thief
Jed: A petty thief because I stole the… the…. (now OOC) Where the fuck is Jon? It doesn’t take this long to use the bathroom)

The Truth Comes Out

Summary: The reader’s quiet night at home is interrupted when Dean shows up looking bruised and bloody.

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 2,352

“Thank god I live alone.” You grumble to yourself, thankful no one’s around to witness your behavior. You’re lazily sitting on your kitchen counter in a ridiculous onesie stuffing your face.

You twist open an Oreo, put a scoop of chocolate ice cream then add whipped cream and chocolate syrup. While singing along to the radio, you smoosh the Oreo back together and shove it into your mouth.

You’re really baffled as to why you’re not married yet. Your boyfriend would be crazy to not lock down all of this sexiness. Realizing it’s almost time for a new episode of Scandal, you make way towards the couch.

You freeze when you hear someone fumbling with the lock on your door. This is just fucking perfect. A creep is breaking into your apartment and on top of it, you’re gonna die wearing a onesie.

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Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: I had an idea. Could you do Jughead x Reader where it’s jugs birthday and he wants to invite her over for dinner but he lives with Archie and Fred so he’s embarrassed and goes and asks for Fred’s permission if he can have his girlfriend over for his birthday and fill in the rest idk if I made this clear enough!

A/N: I changed the idea just a bit! SO glad I finally finished this. Hopefully you’ll still like it xx 


Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

It was Jug’s birthday on Friday.

You wanted to do something with him but he told you that Archie and his dad were going to throw him a dinner party/barbeque.

He felt bad but you assured him that you two could do something before or after his birthday.

You two have been secretly dating for the past three months so obviously you weren’t expecting to go.

Especially since you lived on the other side of town and went to a different school.

What you didn’t plan for was Jug to ask Fred Andrews if you could come.

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Puppy Problems

Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: Yes. Anon: Can you do a reid x reader where they have a little dog and she hurts her paw after trying to get out of their bed, while reid is away you fuss over the dog (laying her down, tucking her in, stuff like that) and when reid gets home he finds you feeding the dog lunch meat and cheese? sorry, this is long winded, but my pupper is hurt and it brought this idea up.

Word Count: 947, Warnings: None.

A/N: I hope this turned out okay, lmao. I don’t have any pets and so I hope I portrayed this accurately! Sorry, this is a little short as well.

Spencer was away on a longer case than usual which meant that you were sleeping alone every night. You usually would fall asleep to the steady beat of Spencer’s heart as your legs intertwined with his. It wasn’t ideal coming home to an empty bed however, you and Spencer had recently decided to get a dog. She was incredibly playful and full of energy which made it even harder for you to fall asleep as she would miraculously want to play fetch at 3 in the morning. You both decided to name her Hazel, based on the fact her eyes were light brown and filled with love. As soon as you saw her you had to adopt her. You shuffled around in bed trying to get comfortable as your enthusiastic puppy jumped up to your face and started licking. You flinched at the contact and groaned “Sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop doing this,” you whispered as she lay on your chest shifting her head side to side as you spoke to her. She jumped off of your chest and lay at the foot of the bed. You got restless and began to groan as you couldn’t find a comfortable position to sleep in. You lifted the duvet slightly to get up, but you accidentally tugged at the fabric slightly more aggressively than you anticipated. You heard a thud as something fell to the ground. You peered over the side of your king-sized bed to find Hazel laying there. “Oh my God, Hazel! Baby, are you okay?” you immediately cried out, falling to her side as her small form whimpered against the wooden floor. You picked her up and cradled her small body, assessing if she had any injuries whilst tears dramatically streamed down your face. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, as you examined her limp paw.

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Missing You (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

A/n: When requests are short so you decide to use some of the prompts yourself (Wouldn’t mind making a part two!)

Requested: no

Word count: 858

#30 “So that’s it? It’s over?”

Warnings: angsty af

Summary: Zach breaks up with Y/n out of the blue, and it completely destroys her.

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

Originally posted by raquel-lostgirl

Something didn’t feel right. The tension was high as she climbed into her boyfriends beloved Audi. Zach was silent, not a single word spoken as he drove her home. Not even a small peck when she first got into the car. Her heart hammered in her chest. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.

Zach takes the long route home. Letting all their little songs play. Almost as if he’s trying to remember all their special moments. He’s been distant since Hannah’s death. Quieter, and not as present. After 40 minutes, they finally pull into her drive way. She knew somewhere, deep down, this was ending. Zach turns the engine over, just sitting there in complete silence. She doesn’t dare move from her spot. Her hand that has been sitting on her knee began to shake violently. She can’t even look at him, she knew what was coming.

“Y/n…” Zach’s voice was gentle, but yet emotionless. With each heartbeat, she felt the cracks began to unfold.

“You’re breaking up with me aren’t you?” She asks, her voice barely audible. Zach takes a minute to reply.

“Yeah.” He says quietly. Now, her whole body begins to shake. A panic attack is dominating her body, and the one person who can fix it, doesn’t take action. They sit there for another few minutes. She musters up enough courage to say something.

“So that’s it? It’s over?” She whispers. She wanted an explanation, to hear reason. Zach doesn’t reply. Tears threat to spill over. She holds them back, waiting to let go the minute she’s alone. She quickly gathers her backpack. Her hand grips tightly on the door handle. Afraid to leave the car. She sighs, she opens the door and scampers out. She stands there for a minute, looking at him. With one finally breath, she lets the door close before heading to the front door. She unlocks the door, and takes one look back at the Audi, only to find it backing out quickly. She steps in, and closes the door behind her. She slowly walks up the stairs to her room. Her heart in her chest is like a gravity ball, pulling her down to the floor. She gets to her room, opening the door, then closes it. But instead of going to her bed, she finally lets it out. Her bag is slowly released from her grip as she leans against her door. Loud sobs rack out through her body as she cries. Her body slides down the door. She brings her knees to her chest, cuffing her arms around them. Crying violently into them. She didn’t understand.

~A week later~

She’s quiet. Hasn’t spoken a single word to any of her friends, teachers, and parents. She’s changed. Hasn’t done her makeup in days, doesn’t care how she dresses. A mess bun, sweatpants, and a baggy t-shirt is what clings to her body. She’s starving. Hasn’t eaten a proper meal in the last few days. She misses him. She cries out in her sleep, wanting him to come running back and make her better again. She sees him in school. He hasn’t changed, he still laughs at whatever stupid joke his friends say. Not even her best friend, Justin Foley, can make her better. School is starting to turn into a hell hole filled with people she doesn’t care for. She’s alone.

It’s after school now, she’s in her sanctuary, her room. Where the walls are traced with memories that haunt her every day. Where the carpet is soaked with tears. Her phone buzzes for the first time in days. It’s Justin.


You should come to the basketball game tonight. We won’t win without you.


It hurts. I don’t want to see him.


It’s been 8 days. Enjoy yourself, you have to start getting better.



She does show up. To support Justin and the rest of the team. She can feel lingering eyes on her throughout the game. They’re losing. Because their star basketball player can’t focus. His mood changes, he makes shot after shot, making the team win. The buzzer goes off. They’ve won. The crowd races out to congratulate them. She doesn’t, she gets up and walks towards the door unnoticed. It’s like she’s in a movie, behind her, everything slows down, while she’s still in reality.

~Zach looks for her, but she’s nowhere in sight. He’s made up his mind. He needs the girl he loves back at his side. Justin points towards the exit. Over the cheers he hears Justin yell, “Go get her!” So he does. He breaks out from the crowd and races towards the exit of the gym. He bursts out into the cold windy night, hoping to find her still walking to her car. But she’s not, her car is gone, and so is his heart.

If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.
—  Charles Haddon Spurgeon
Jeff Atkins x Reader || Friends with Benefits

A/N: As requested by @mayasmedberg & @asheyl14 . Hope you enjoy it ! I honestly love writing 13rw imagines. Be sure to follow and like this for more. Feedback is always appreciated. Also leave some messages in my ask, I’m willing to do a Q&A or just finding someone to talk to. Btw this is the furthest I’ll ever go with smut I’m not comfortable going in depth so hope you understand. xx

Warning: Language

I think long and hard till this day about my decision I made 3 months ago. It was a simple yes or no question that he had asked me. Who could this possibly be ? You may wonder, it was the all too famous and every ones favourite Jeff Atkins

Jeff and I have been good friends since 7th grade, lately this year he has given me a lot more attention which I would never know why. He started teasing me and throwing harsh remarks; which people say that when guys tease you its because they have a crush on you, could this be true ? Jeff Atkins having a crush on (Y/N) (Y/L/N) ? Well, could us being friends with benefits be considered that Jeff has taken a liking to me ?

It all started 3 weeks ago. Before that my life was the same old coming to school being teased by Jeff and laughed at by his gang. Jessica was a good friend of mine and always told me to never take him seriously because he had grown to be cocky. I tried to brush it off but after a while his words started to hurt more by the day. I’d hoped that life would get better and I would get stronger but I was weak, that too I didn’t want to make my problem an issue for others. I’d cry myself to sleep on certain nights to free the pain but it didn’t help either.

I was sitting in the cafeteria with Jessica and Hannah, we were just talking about arranging times to do our group assignment until we were disrupted by Jeff’s daily remarks. “Oh boys would you look at that lonely fat shit sat between Hannah and Jess. Of course she’d sit with our girls because she can’t make friends of her own. Attention seeking bitch” he spat. I looked down at my lap and dug my nails onto my arm in hopes to not think about Jeff’s words. Does he think teasing me will distract people from finding about our ‘relationship’ ?

I hadn’t realised a tear left my eye until it dropped onto my arm. I looked back up at Jeff to see his face soften when he saw mine. “Jeff why don’t you shut the fuck up and leave her alone” Hannah said. I stood up from my seat “Excuse me” I murmured loud enough for just the girls to hear me and walked right pass the group of jocks with now probably bloodshot eyes. As I pushed pass the double doors of the cafeteria and into the empty hallways I cried out harder. Every time I would wipe a tear, another had dared to fall. I couldn’t control my emotions, today Jeff had crossed the line. I made my way down the hall and into the parking lot, picking up my pace to get to my car.

Heavy footsteps were heard behind me but I hadn’t bothered to see who it was since I was more interested in leaving. I pressed the unlock button on my car key from afar, opening up the car door my hand was stopped. I looked at the face that I last wanted to see. “Leave me the fuck alone Jeff. You’re the last person that should even bother to be here right now. What did you come here for ? To hurt me with your words because it’s almost the same as hurting me with a knife” I left him speechless. He looked back at me and was at a loss for words. “I thought so. Now excuse the fat shit that is about to leave before she runs you over” I said lastly, getting into the car and speeding off home.

My parents ran their own business and since they were always so busy traveling overseas or coming home late, then their was never really time for me to have a proper conversation about what’s going on in my life.

I ran into my house and upstairs to my bedroom as I balled my eyes out. I can’t believe I fell for an asshole like him, what the hell is my problem ? I filled myself up a nice hot bath with a few beautiful scented candles and threw in a bath both to soak myself in. As I got into the bath it was as if I forgot about all my worries and pain. I went through my phone and found numerous messages from Hannah, Jessica and Jeff. I froze in the bath when I read Jeff’s message “I’ll be at your house in 10”, that message was sent 8 minutes ago. He’ll easily make his way in if I don’t allow him. I mentally slap myself as I realised I didn’t lock the door. I don’t want to deal with him ever again and right now I don’t want to see him, I’d just like some alone time.

I quickly grabbed myself a towel and wrapped it around my body. I rushed downstairs to our front door and rolled my eyes when I saw Jeff outside our front porch ready to knock on the door. I opened it before he could “Atkins go home. I don’t want to see you here again nor do I ever want to have any dealings with you. Forget about our past because it was all just a joke to you anyway.” I said. His foot held the door when I tried shutting it and comparing his strength to mine, we all knew who won this battle. He came in and locked the door behind him.

He didn’t utter a word but just took small steps toward me. “I’m sorry” was all he blurted out. “Excuse me ?” I asked in shock. This was the first time I ever heard those words come out of his mouth. I never though those words would be existent in his vocabulary as he always expects people to bow down to him well, not me. “I’m sorry” he said once and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. “Apology not accepted. Now go away Jeff, you disrupted my bath” I said and turned on my heel already making my way upstairs to my bathroom. He followed close behind me “Do you not understand me when I ask you to leave ? Do I need to show you the door ?” I asked when I got into the bathroom. I let the towel drop to the floor and got into the tub.

I could feel Jeff’s stare on me, it was as if he was taking in the detail of every inch of my body. I played around with the bubbles in the tub, it was an awkward silence since Jeff was in the bathroom with me but he isn’t saying anything. “I don’t see what was the point in you coming if you aren’t going to say much. Did you expect to apologise for the first time and I’d suddenly be head over heels for you then we’d have sex ?” I asked and turned my attention to him. “Pretty much yeah” he said. He walked from leaning against the door to the edge of the tub and took a seat. “That’s not how it works for me” I rolled my eyes. “Jeff you need to understand that you’ve crossed the line. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive you” I said.

”You will after we have make up sex” he smirked. “Is that the only shit running through your mind ? Our friends with benefits relationship is over. So now you’re free to go mess around with other girls or unless you were already doing that whilst we had a fling ?” I raised a brow. He’s a jock, I should have expected him to be with over 20 other girls because I mean all the girls at school are head over heels for him.”I’ll be honest and say that you’re the only girl I’m with, in secret. All the other girls I just flirt with and lead them wanting for more” I just plainly nod my head trying to show I’m uninterested.

”Would you mind leaving now ? This fat shit has to rinse off in the shower and would like to take a nap after” I said with emphasis on what he called. “Oh I don’t mind, I could stand here and watch you all day babe” he grinned. I sighed and covered myself up with hands, I hopped into the shower and rinsed myself off. When I stepped foot out of the shower, Jeff wasn’t in my bathroom how did I not notice him leave but all the better for me now that I’m all alone. I wrapped the towel around my body and went to my room, I frowned to see him seated on my bed.

“I was so happy thinking you left but you just won’t leave will you ?” I asked and closed my room door behind me. “I want to make it up to you after what happened in the cafeteria so until you forgive me then I’ll leave like you said or unless you want me to stay” he wriggled his eyebrows.

“Okay, I can propose something. How about I punish you and then we can see where we go from there” I requested. “What punishment are we talking here ?” He asked eagerly. “Well, I can have my way with you, you can look at me all you want but only thing is you can’t touch” I whispered in his ear. “If it makes you forgive me then okay” he said. I grabbed the rope from my gown and thought of using that to tie his hands around the head board to keep him from touching me. “Kinky” he smirked when he saw the rope in my hand. I pushed him against the headboard and tied his hands, making sure he had no chance of touching me. He stared at me to try and catch on to what my next move was.

I hadn’t given him much time to think when I placed my lips on his cutting him off short. Our lips moved in sync, his lips were soft and might I say he was a damn good kisser. Just as I started to feel his tongue I broke the kiss and started to leave wet kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. I kissed his sweet spot and nibbled on it, making sure to leave a mark. I joined our lips again making sure he had craved for more, he moaned when he finally got his way with his tongue in my mouth. I removed my towel and sat myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer if it was possible as I yearned for his touch. I realised I was not only punishing him but myself as well because I was craving for him.

”Baby I think that’s enough punishment I need to touch you” he mumbled between kisses. I ignored what he had said and decided to tease him by rubbing myself in circular motions on his crotch. “Ugh I can’t do this anymore” He was getting annoyed by the minute. “It won’t happen again” he pleaded. I trailed my hand slowly down to my private in hopes to throw him over board by now at the sight. “Don’t you dare” he warned. “Like I’d fucking do it myself, you’re finishing this off” I said and loosened the rope. “About fucking time, you’re all mine now” he pulled me by my waist. “Wait just a second, explain why the heck you insulted me in front of everyone at school ?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because I have a huge crush on you and I didn’t want people to know about my true feelings but you’re the first to know now, and I’m sorry once again.” he rushed. “Well, why didn’t you say so a long time ago you dweeb, we wouldn’t have to worry about having this conversation” “Enough about that, I’d like to finish what you started” he pointed to his pants.

Mind Trap Chapter 8: Amor Part 1

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Chapter Summary: The greatest danger to the Paladins is love


The Paladins through the sludge and clothes as the closer they think they are at the end the deeper sludge is to the point Pidge is on Hunk’s shoulders so she she doesn’t sink. Pidge then asks, “How much farther till we reach the emotion?”

“I think we’re here,” answers Keith as he pushes the last bit of clothing to show to as he would describe inner demon hell.

All around darkness filled the area as the only source of light was their own lights. They see a sludge wrapping around the area like vines in a jungle. Though what really caught their attention was in the center was a pillar with inner demons wrapping around it like snakes.

Suddenly they turn around when they hear Pidge and Hunk screaming. Shiro and Allura are trying to pull them out as sludge is causing them to sink.

“Shiro!” yells Keith as Pidge and Hunk fully sink into the sludge as Shiro and Allura begin to sink as well. Though little did he know he was sinking as well. Then all he saw was darkness.


You’re not smart enough to be friends.

Pidge and Hunk gasps as they quickly rush out of the sludge into rocks. They pant tiredly as Hunk asks, “You okay Pidge?”

“Yeah, ugh I felt Lance’s insecurities all over me. Remind me when we get out to ease the teasing with Lance,” requests Pidge as Hunk nods.

They look around as Pidge sees a somewhat path as she says, “Guess we better start walking.”


You’re not good enough.

Shiro and Allura gasps as Shiro helps Allura to her feet as he asks, “Are you okay, Princess?”

“As much anyone going through inner demon sludge,” answers Allura as she wipes off leftover sludge.

“Guess, we better start moving,” says Shiro as they walk to find the others and hopefully the emotion.


You’re not worthy of love.

“Shiro! Princess! Hunk! Pidge!” yells Keith as he emerges from the sludge as he trudges to the nearby land.

Keith looks around as he looks for any sign of life. He sighs at the sight of being alone. He mutters, “What kind of emotion separates us?”

Keith ignores the pain his heart as he walks along the sludge path wondering where to find one emotion in this huge place.


Pidge and Hunk walk when they stop when see a demon. They hide behind a tree sludge as they wait to pass till their suits being pulled. They look to see a demon. It had two heads with a almost childlike smile which sent shivers down their spine as it says in a mixture of a high pitch and deep tone, “Friends always leave. Left behind in the dust. Not smart enough.

Pidge and Hunk freeze wondering what it was referring to as Hunk forms his cannon as it tries to blast it but it keeps dodging as it wraps it claws on Hunk as it says, “Not smart enough. Left behind. No friends.

Pidge launches her Bayard but the demon grabs it as it stares at her as it adds, “Goofball. A joke. No friends.

Hunk and Pidge freeze understanding what it meant as a burning question entered their minds… When was the last time they truly hung out with Lance as friends?

Suddenly as their own fear and worry about that they hardly notice the sludge is going on them till it’s too late as they scream in fear. Then silence.


Shiro and Allura keep walking till Shiro grabs Allura as he asks, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” asks Allura as they say silent until they hear Hunk and Pidge’s screams. “Oh that.”

“That was Hunk and Pidge! We got to find them!” says Shiro as they go in the direction until they fall into a sludge net making them swing on what seems to be a tree.

Shiro and Allura try to get out until a inner that looks like a snake whispers, “Disappointment. Burden. Waste of space.

Shiro swings at the inner demon but it easily wraps around his arm as it opens its jaw as ooze drips down as Allura grabs it and throws it out as suddenly they see they’re hanging above other demons whispering and hissing like a snake pit as she whispers, “Oh no.”

Shiro looks around till they feel the net shake. They look to see a inner demon sludge tree with faces as it speaks in a jumble of voices, “Left out. Disappointment. Burden. Not good enough.”

Soon enough it moves with Shiro and Allura still in the net as they begin to wonder how far Lance is in the darkness with this emotion.

While hanging in the tree they spot a two headed inner demon as Shiro yells, “Hunk! Pidge!”

“Shiro?” wonders Pidge as she wakes Hunk awake. “Shiro! Allura! Where are we going?!”

Shiro looks around as the deeper they are the more sludge, more inner demons scatter, and more darkness as he answers, “Wherever we are going. I think we’re not going to like what we’re going to see.”


Keith walks aimlessly as he turns around for the who knows how many times. He has a sneaking suspicion he’s being followed, but by what he doesn’t know.

Keith looks around trying to find clues to the emotion till he feels like he stepped on something. He looks to see it was a heart shaped rock but it was broken in half.

That’s when it clicked what emotion it which makes him sick. The last emotion is Lance’s love.

He should’ve figured. Lance is an openly affectionate person. He has a lot of friends…. or at least he thinks he does. He flirts constantly. It makes sense that his core emotion is love.

Keith picks up the rock and places it in a pocket of his armor… it might come in handy.

Suddenly a black hand tries to grab him as he forms his sword as he slashes as the hand crawls as he looks to see a mixture of feminine and masculine figure, but it’s now missing a hand, as it speaks, “Love is weakness. No acceptance. Pick one!

Keith quickly slashes at the demon at the head wanting it to silence. He’s tired of these thoughts. He wants them gone.

The demon causes him to slip on sludge as it lunges. Though it wasn’t him it was the heart rock. Keith keeps the rock at bay as he slashes the demon with all his might.

The demon writhes in pain as it melts into the sludge running away from Keith. Though the hand he cut didn’t but it tries to. Keith grabs it as it tries to get away.

“You’re not getting away that easily. Now show me where the source!” demands Keith as the hand actually cowers before him as it points north.

Keith looks up and stares in horror as he sees the emotion, Love, dangling in the middle of a black heart…. a black broken heart.

aah! a speedy ♡ sakamoto x acchan ♡ because i’m slowly spiraling into their shipping hell. they filled my soul w/ such warmth it’s incredible  ♡

sakamoto desu ga is such a treat and i’ve been thoroughly enjoying it since the first episode! STILL ROOTING FOR ACCHAN UNTIL THE END! YOU GO! YOU GO, ACCHAN!

Some of the larger guilds on this server are so toxic, one in particular which is led by a princess with a messiah complex, and lackeys picking up same holier than though bullshit. There are good people on the server, but a particular large guild is a cancer to the community. I’m inclined to stick to my community of people whom display mutual respect and are fun and relaxing to play with, not a drama filled hell. The only real way to have fun on this server is with your own close knit circle of friends and avoid messianic divas.

Never Again (part 2)

   Pairings: Dean x sister!winchester, Sam x sister!winchester, John x daughter!winchester (mentioned)

   Warnings: Heavy drinking, being drunk, angst, swearing, unhappiness, arguments, fluff, more angst!!!

   Summary~ With Sam having just left the family business to go to college, the Winchester family is a bit shaken. Dean, Y/N, and John deal with this difficult situation the best they can, but can the family business really go on without one of the esteemed members, Sam Winchester?

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Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

After more than a full day of driving, you finally came to a stop. You’d driven from Montana, just because you could, after hot wiring some poor bastard’s car. When Dean had started calling you, it took you a long time to decide whether you should answer or not. Eventually, after 7 ignored calls in a row, you decided to message him, just to give him some peace of mind. 

But, of course, Dean wouldn’t take any less than a phone call. He continued to call you and kept calling and calling and calling, until you had to change your ringtone because it was driving you crazy. You decided it would be easier to just call Dean back- after all, 20 repeats of Led Zeppelin’s ‘Immigrant Song’ would be enough to send anyone into a bubble of unadulterated fury.

“What, Dean?” you spat down the phone.

“Would you look at this! The princess has finally given us a moment of her precious time!” Dean mocked, his voice crackling through the flip phone.

Anger began to bubble in your veins. “What do you want?”

“I want you to get back here. Now,” he growled.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s not going to be happening, Dean. Leave me alone,” you wearily sighed.

“Well, Y/N, I’m afraid that the world doesn’t revolve around you! Haul your ass back here, right now.” 

The hairs on the back of your neck bristled in fury. “Go to hell, Dean,”

A chilling silence filled the air. “Do I need to call dad?”

“Do whatever you want,” you stated as you hung up the phone. “Fuck!” you cried under your breath and threw your phone across the street with vigour.

Painfully, you swallowed the lump in your throat and bit back tears. You didn’t know what to do. Shaking your head, your Y/E/C eyes full of tears, you made your way to the local bar. You were going to drink the pain away; it was the only thing you thought would make you feel better. It was a terrible choice. By 20, you were going to be an alcoholic. But who cared, right? You were probably going to die young; hunters never live long lives.

If Sam had been here, he would’ve calmed you down, comforted you. Told you that it was just one argument- you could fix it. And then you’d eat whatever sweet junk food was in the fridge and watch crappy TV together (even though you were supposed to be doing research), whilst Dean and John went hunting. Sam would’ve known exactly what to do. After all, isn’t that what big brothers were meant to do? To look after the youngest siblings, make sure nothing harms them, and above all, to never let them down?

Perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Obviously, Sam didn’t care. That was why he left, wasn’t it? Because he didn’t care about his family enough. He cared too much about leaving the life, borderline obsessing over it. And then, he left with a bang, without a single look in your direction. He just… left for college. 

Sam let you down. And then he didn’t respond to any of your calls. Or messages. Your 19-year-old brother tried to run from his past, and he did that by forgetting about family- the most important thing in your lives.

You had to stop thinking about it or you were going to start crying. Slowly, you slid into one of the stools at the bar table. You didn’t even remember getting in the bar. “Bartender,” you signalled as the young man sauntered over, “What can you give me that’ll make it difficult to walk after an hour?”

He chuckled, joy dancing in his almond eyes. “Rough night?”

You smiled weakly. “How’d you tell?”

Piercing blue eyes met yours. “Intuition. Can I see some ID before you try to drown yourself in your sorrows?” he smiled.

“Of course, no problem at all,” you whipped “Karen Giles’” driver’s license out of your black leather jacket.

The kind man examined the fake ID thoroughly. “So, Karen. Your 21st birthday today, huh? And you’re spending it getting wasted in a bar?”

You grab his tie and pull him forward roughly until your lips reach his ear. “Stop asking annoying questions and bring me some vodka.”

You let go and he blushes beetroot red. “Com- coming right up,”

3 hours later and approximately 3 large bottles of strong alcohol later, you slumped over onto the bar table, babbling to yourself. It was almost midnight, and you were nowhere near finished with your first time drinking yourself into oblivion.

“Hey, Gary? Bartonker, I mean, Bartenk- Bart! That’s a great name for you, Gary. I’m ‘unna gall you Bart from now on.”

Gary rolled his eyes. “Do you have anyone I can contact? I think you’ll need some help getting home,”

Fear flitted across your features. “Don’t call Dean.”

Gary brought his fingers up to his brow, squinting as though in pain. “Alright, listen, Karen. I’m gonna call my friend Sam to pick you up. He’s nice, I promise. He won’t hurt you, alright?”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled already half-asleep.

Sam had been just about to go to sleep after an intense late-night studying session, when he recieved a call from his buddy Gary asking for Sam’s help. Instantly, Sam’s instincts kicked in. “What’s going on, Gary?”

“Nothing much man, don’t worry. Listen, there’s this girl here at the bar who’s absolutely smashed. I can’t find any contacts on her, and I can’t just leave her here, so I was wondering if you could, you know…” Gary rambled on.

Sam relaxed. “You want me to give her a place to crash?”

“Yeah, man. If you don’t mind.” 

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be there in 10.”

Once Sam reached the bar, he entered quickly, wanting to get this over and done with, “Hey, man. Where is she?”

Gary walked up to Sam, handing him the keys to the bar. “I put her on the couches. Lock up, would ya? And give me those keys back tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure, Gary. See you,” Sam searched for the girl. 

When he found her, his heart stopped cold. Their eyes met, and Sam froze.


Part 3

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About A Girl (Tate Langdon x Reader)

Request: “If it’s not too much trouble, could you write a post-death Tate oneshot/headcanon (whichever) about a “preppy” girl that moves into the murder house and Tate doesn’t really like her at first because she reminds him of the popular kids at his school but then one night he hears her blasting nirvana and starts to fall in love? Sorry if this is really long! 😳 thanks!”

Warnings: Plaid (it deserves its own warning, okay? I think I meant checkered though originally), small cliffhanger, poking fun at preppy kids, I went a little off-request

Word Count: 1,018

A/N: I actually really love this request, thank you. I’m a lil’ nirvana stan have no idea why, though. And when I wrote this, I typed a whole, like, 300 words but they’re missing? RIP? It was about 1.2k but I totally forgot what the hell I used to fill it in, so like I said, RIP.

BY THE WAY: I’ll make a more informative post on this later, but one of my kitties is heavily pregnant. If I go missing for a while, it’s because she’s had her babies. Don’t worry. I will probably take a hiatus and/or close requests when they arrive, since kittens are a lot of work, but I can assure you that I’ll be back.

Tate had always liked girls that were more on the “grunge” side of the spectrum. Girls that reminded him of the 90′s, when he was alive. He had never gone for preppy girls (which is what he classified Y/N as), in fact, he often made fun of them. Never out loud though, he was only that much of an ass to his mother. At least she gave him those morals. Though, that might just be his common sense.

“I’ll finish that box later.” You say, scooting the box containing your clothing out of the bedroom doorway. Tate watched from the opposite door, silently laughing at your plaid skirt. Who wore plaid these days?  He knew a few girls that wore, like, plaid dresses in his days, but it wasn’t quite in-trend in the 2010′s, in his opinion, at least.

And you seemed a little… Off. Kind of like the vibe he got from Kyle Greenwell. He was a football player who came from a rich family, everything he could’ve asked for served to him on a silver platter. Tate knew he probably wasn’t as bad as he had made it out to be in his head, but Kyle was still bad. You came off as a little… Well, preppy. And as we said earlier, Tate never liked preppy. 

Your mom mumbles an agreement, hunched over the stairs. Her attention was focused on some kind of legal papers that you didn’t understand. Taxes, maybe? Or was it something to do with buying the house? Either way, it was holding her attention and looked heavily confusing.

Deciding to avoid whatever those paper were, you walk back to you room. Tate quietly follows you. As you push the bedroom door shut, Tate sneaks through. Perks of being a ghost, right? You start to un-zip your skirt, letting it pool at the floor. He watches you as you undress. He knew it was weird and pervy, but he was Tate Langdon for God’s sake.

Once you’re changed into some comfortable clothes, you hear a knock at your door. Sighing, you open it to reveal the blonde haired boy. He walks in, looking at your bedroom.

“It’s not unpacked yet, sorry.” You stand awkwardly at the door as he picks up several of your possessions, examining them. “Who are you?”

“Tate.” He simply says. “I live next door.”

“Oh! Are you, uh…” You trail off, almost expecting him to read your mind. “That blonde woman’s son?”

“Constance?” He snorts. “Yeah.” 

Tate fiddles with the small radio perched on your nightstand, and soon enough, some band starts playing at full volume. He doesn’t bother to turn it down, instead making funny faces as he listened to the lyrics. He obviously didn’t care for modern music.

You rush over to the device, twisting the volume knob down before your parents could hear. “Look. You seem nice, but I think you need to go.” Shrugging, he flips through the preset stations, twisting the knob back up. You shoo him away from the bed, and soon out of the bedroom. “I trust you can find your way back out?” He nods, and when you look away, he’s vanished.

That was the first night Tate visited you. Well, that you were aware of. He had mainly stayed away when you were home, not liking you very much, but when you were gone, he snooped in your belongings. He didn’t find many things that seemed important or deemed you worthy of his liking (unlike his previous flings, of which he found these things quickly. That’s where a lifetime of sneaking around came in handy). That was until he found your stash of mixtapes and whatnot. 

He wasn’t able to play them very long before you came home and forced him out again, but from what he heard, nothing changed. He still disliked you, if not a little bit more. 

A few days later, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. “Come in.” You groan, expecting a member of your family. “Oh my God, not you again…”

“I came to apologize.” Tate sighs, walking in. “It was rude of me to come in that last time and go through your stuff.”

Damn right it was wrong. Didn’t he know about personal space? Or personal belongings? Surely Constance taught him better than that…

“Just that last time?” You ask. He shrugs, half-nodding. “Fine, come on.” Putting down your book, you watch him like a hawk watches prey. He sits down in the rug in front of your bed, looking around. You somehow know exactly what he’s thinking. “Go for it.”

His face lights up, and he crawls quickly to the radio. For some reason, that was always the reason why he had snuck and your room. 

“You can tell a lot about a person by their music.” He says, flipping through the preset stations again. He knew all (well, most) of them, but still liked to see what was on. You nod, picking the book back up. Opening the cover, you notice something. The library slip had several names written in it, the most recent being from November of 1994. Tate Langdon, the neat, yet messy, cursive read.

“Tate Langdon?” You question, staring at him. He shakes his head, seemingly ignoring your wait for an answer. As he presses the CD button, the first track of Nirvana’s Nevermind album blares at what seemed like the loudest setting. 

“Huh.” He smirks. “Mixtape or album?”

You turn the volume down once more, frustrated that he always turned it up. Nothing seemed to get into this boy’s head. “Album.” To confirm, he turns it to the next song, In Bloom. Tate flips it once more so it’s on Come As You Are. 

“This one was always a favorite.” The boy smiles, leaned over the nightstand. You nod. 

Somehow, the two of you ended up spending the night talking about Nirvana, music, the 90′s, and school. You never asked him 1994 was stamped next to his name. In fact, you forgot about it for the most part. You forgot about it until it happened.