here come the night time

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But if by chance you’re here alone, can I have a moment before I go? ‘Cause I’ve been by myself all night long, hoping you’re someone I used to know.

Young

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.

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lookin straight through you seeing all the broken parts

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We Must Reinvent Love” || Mad as Rabbits [Pretty. Odd. – Track 15]

Finally finished this design, after a quarter of a year of indecisiveness. Can you spot all the references? 

About Tattoos: Several people have reached out to me regarding the use of this design as a tattoo, and first of all, THANK YOU FOR ASKING FOR PERMISSION. Actually asking an artist for permission to use their work? – We live for people like you.  If you’re interested in using this as inspiration for body art, I’d appreciate it if you shoot me a message to let me know, and feel free to ask for the completed line art! 

yeah, i’ll always love you guys too :)

Our Booth ~ Jughead Jones

Okay, I have quickly become extremely obsessed with Riverdale, and mainly Jughead! I love the new twist on the character, and I absolutely love the way that Cole Sprouse portrays him, so I needed to write something for him.

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   You had just moved back to Riverdale after three years of being away. You were excited to see all your old friends again and to see what they were like now; especially your old best friend, Jughead Jones. You had both been pretty devastated when your mom told you that she had gotten a job that required you to move. You two had kept in touch for almost two years after that, but it faded to a couple text messages here and there, until the two of you just completely stopped. For the last two years you hadn’t seen or heard anything from your absolute best friend in the entire world.

   Your mom had sent you to pick up your takeout at the local diner and your personal favourite place to eat; Pop’s.  Jughead and you used to come here all the time, every friday night you would sit at the same table and just talk about life, that booth was your happy place. Walking in, Pop comes from behind the counter to greet you.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know that you were back in town, how are your parents?” He asks.

“They’re great, they actually sent me to pick up our food. You know that none of us can resist your burgers” you smile at him.

“Well, I will get that ready for you, it’ll take a minute so, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you Pop”

  
    You look around the room and notice that the place is completely empty except one person; you didn’t expect anything different at this time on a Friday night. The boy looked to be about your age with black hair covered by a beanie, he was typing away furiously on his laptop.

    Damn, he is attractive!

   He also happened to be sitting in your favourite booth. You decide to go talk to him, maybe you’ll have a friend before you start school in a couple days.

   Standing next to the table, you greet him, “Hello, would you mind if I sat?”

“Why?” He asks, not looking up from his laptop.

“I don’t know, maybe so we can have a conversation? Doesn’t seem like you’ve got a line up of people wanting to talk to you.” I sassed.

“Fine, whatever” he agrees, not looking at you still.

“Thank you” I reply politely, sitting down across from him, “I’m starting to understand why people aren’t fighting to be your bestie.”

“I really don’t care if people like me, I’m fine on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you.

“Wow, you’re really hot, shame about the personality though” you snark

“Well, I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you” he tells you sarcastically.

“Whatever. What are you writing?” You ask, pointing to his laptop.

“A novel” he answers.

“About?”

“What happened here this summer, the murder of Jason Blossom” he says flatly.

“Interestic topic” you try.

“Order for (L/N)” Pop says, bringing the bag of food to the table and placing it in front of you, “ It’s good to see you two back together again, and in your booth too. You know (Y/N), Jughead never sits at a different table, even in all the time that you were gone.”

   Pop smiles at the two of you before making his way back behind the counter.

“(Y/N) (L/N), is it really you?” Beanie boy asks you, losing the grumpy attitude instantly, closing his laptop he just stares at you wide eyed.

   He searched your face like he was trying to memorize it. he had a look of pure joy on his face and you assumed that you had the same look. You had missed him so much, and now he was right here in front of you again, you were overjoyed to have your best friend back.

“The one and only” you answer happily, “ you look different Jug.”

“So do you” he answers with a grin, “I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Did you really always sit here?” You question.

“Every Friday, six O'clock on the dot” He answers, “I guess I just hoped that one day you’d come back through those doors and everything would go back to the way it used to be; you and me against the world.”

“That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard Jug” you say, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks, “I guess your wish finally came true.”

“I guess it has” he smiles, “come on, let me walk you home, I haven’t seen your parents in ages.”

The two of you stand and he packs up his bag, before throwing the strap over his shoulder.

“They have definitely missed you” you beam, “but, not as much as I have.”

“Good to know (Y/N), cause I have missed you to” He says, pulling you in for a tight hug.

  You stand there for a minute, just hugging, trying to make up for the years without eachother. His head rests on top of yours, while yours is laid on his chest.

“Damn, you got tall Jughead.” You laugh from your place in his arms.

“I like it, I’m the perfect height to rest my head on yours” you don’t have to see his face to know that he is smiling.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh.

“I know, I got that from so many years of hanging out with you” He jokes as the two of you pull away from the hug. He grabs one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he grabs the bag of food with his other hand.

   You pay for your food and exit through the front door of Pop’s into the chilly September weather, walking together down the sidewalk, hands clasped together tightly.

“Now, what’s this about me being hot?” Jughead teases you lovingly.

“Shut up.”

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volume one; pentacle killer [ l i s t e n ]

01 bernard herrmann twisted nerve (3fk trap remix) | 02 digital daggers new york new york | 03 the lumineers flapper girl | 04 mark shane harlem strut | 05 dead man’s bones lose your soul | 06 funky fresh few first met you | 07 florence + the machine seven devils | 08 marco beltrami tea for three plus one | 09 archie bronson outfit rituals | 10 phantogram black out days

volume two; sleeping sickness [ l i s t e n ]

01 in the groove chimes at midnight | 02 trevor ashley with the easy virtue orchestra let’s misbehave | 03 ruelle bad dream | 04 son lux alternate world | 05 matt berninger i’ll see you in my dreams | 06 sleeping at last you’ve got a friend in me | 07 kaleo broken bones | 08 x ambassadors unsteady | 09 fever ray nows the only time i know | 10 laura marling night terror

volume three; the forgotten [ l i s t e n ]

01 son lux flickers | 02 london grammar devil inside | 03 celia graham with the easy virtue orchestra pack up your troubles in your old kit bag | 04 karen elson the birds they circle | 05 the xx together | 06 zayde wølf save this city | 07 fleurie fire in my bones | 08 carey mulligan new york new york | 09 the score who i am | 10 arcade fire here comes the night time ii

volume four; king of crows [ l i s t e n ]

01 masha come as you are | 02 the phantoms world gone mad | 03 symphonic orchestra (lana del rey) young and beautiful | 04 imagine dragons thief | 05 woodkid run boy run | 06 the phantoms you are my sunshine | 07 ruelle until we go down | 08 zayde wølf heroes | 09 max richter the leftovers theme | 10 x ambassadors eye of the storm

anonymous asked:

Jem, I'm sorry for this plagiarism saga. And all the salty anon. Let me be the vinegary anon (was going to say sweet, but I'm not really) to balance the palate yeah? Let's play a copycat bingo, shall we? All you have to do is say bingo everytime I guess right because I have been running my investigation in the small pool of SLBP writers and I think I have found your plagiarist. 1) She sounded just like you in her recent fics that we had to double take the byline. 2) a very prolific fic author.

(I apologize for doing this in anon, I’m a coward, but plagiarism is a festering issue that needs cauterising). 3) She openly expressed admiration for you and citing you as inspiration. 4) She is young but old enough to know better. 5) She’s not used to write and sound like you. 6) But now that she has stolen your voice, style and syntax, she seemed to be unapologetically milking it for all the notes. 7) It is especially blatant when you read a certain fic about a certain lord puppy bestfriend.

Bless you, friend. I’m the coward. I’ve since discovered that I might be one of the few, and that there are many people here, amazing and kind, supportive and just, badass and so bright, who are irrefutably not cowards and never will be– including you. It’s a lesson I never expected to learn on the Internet with so much humility. 

Yet here we are.

So, Vinegary Anon: bingo. To all of it. 

I Need You [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anon requested: “okay but can you please fuck me up with some angsty 31, 27, and 9 with my boy Tim Drake? Please?”

A/N: Holy…. okay this combination is… omg okay I’ll try not to make myself cry

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warning: Death

Word Count: 1399

Prompt 9: “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.”

Prompt 27: “You keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you.“

Prompt 31: “Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay.”

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You hated it; all the lonely nights in a cold bed, the fear that wrapped around your heart every single night, the sinking feeling of being ignored, the disgusting injuries and nauseous smell of blood.

You loved Tim, you loved him more than words could explain. What you didn’t love was the fact that his life seemed to be complete without you. Sure, he claimed to love you with all his heart, but where was he? If he wasn’t out being a hero and saving lives, he was whisked away by the amount of work he had. It was an endless cycle and you wondered if he ever considered putting you, his girlfriend, into the picture.

You tolerated it. You were patient and you waited, and waited, and waited. No matter how much it pained you, you kept waiting like a lovesick fool. Perhaps you were some lovesick fool to stay with someone who sometimes didn’t even bat an eye at you.

And then one day, you finally snapped.

“Hey Timmy.” you said cheerfully when he entered the apartment in a hurry. However, all you felt was a rush of wind as he shuffled past you. “Tim?”

“Not now, I’m late for patrol.” he muttered quickly, hastily changing into his costume. 

Now, you were already upset. However, he had ignored you all day–again–and he didn’t even offer a greeting.

That was when it all came pouring out.

“You’re always patrolling!” you blurted out, stomping your foot. Tim, who had just finished putting his costume on, froze as his eyes widened in shock. You never shouted at him before.

“What–”

“I hate this, Tim!” you continued, “I hate being the least of your worries! Every night, I go to sleep alone and every morning I wake up to an empty bed! And you know how scared I am each time that happens? I don’t know whether you left for work already or you never returned from patrol, because you don’t even bother to leave a note, or send a simple text saying you’re okay!” By the end of it you had tears of frustration running down your face. “You know, you keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you, and frankly I don’t know how much more pain I could take!”

Tim frowned. Usually he would be consoling you and apologizing, but he had been having a rough time too. He was on multiple cases that seemed to only lead to a dead end and the crime rate was at its peak. He was frustrated as well.

“Look, can we talk about this after my patrol?” he sighed, already sliding the balcony door open. He wasn’t even waiting for an answer.

His impatience and attitude towards your outburst only fueled your anger, and so you hissed, “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.

For the second time that night, Tim froze. He stood on the balcony, staring at you as if you had killed someone. 

“W-What? [F/N], no.” He shook his head in denial. He had not just heard you threaten him with that.

“Make up your mind.” you challenged, crossing your arms. “Well?”

“[F/N], you’re being irrational right now.” Tim warned. He opened his mouth to say something else, but there were police sirens in the distance, and Tim spun around, his body facing the direction the noise came from.

Someone needed his help.

“Tim, are you seriously–”

“[F/N], can we please talk about this when I get home?” Tim said quickly. “Someone is in trouble. Please, I promise we’ll talk.”

You released a breath of defeat and hung your head low. Although you were angry, you couldn’t deny that there was someone out there who could by dying right now. Gotham needed him.

“Fine. Go.” you said quietly.

“[F/N]–”

“No. Just go.” You said in a defeated voice, your voice cracking at the end of the statement. Tim looked at you sadly before dashing to you and giving you a peck on the lips, the first kiss he had given you in a very long time.

And just like that, you were a lovesick fool again.

“Someone needs me right now.” Tim whispered when he pulled away. “I’ll be back.”

As you watched him go, you mumbled weakly, “but I need you too.”


It happened so fast.

You didn’t know how that monster knew about you, but that wasn’t what mattered right now. 

You need to run

You need help.

You need him.

But he was gone. He was out saving Gotham.

You couldn’t even find the courage to scream when it struck you.


When Tim returned to the apartment, he was tired, but he was also worried about you. You seemed furious with him, and understandably so. He hadn’t been a very good partner lately, but he loved you. He loved you more than his poor heart could take, so he was going to do anything he could to make it work.

He had gone over hundreds of scenarios and possibilities in his head, but he never expected to see you on the floor, blood surrounding you and splattered on the walls when he entered the apartment.

No words could describe the shock and utter despair and fear he felt. He rushed to your side, lifting you onto his lap with shaky hands.

“[F/N]? Oh god. [F/N]! [F/N], open your eyes! Please!” Tim cried, trying desperately to get you to regain consciousness. He had tears in his eyes, staining his cowl.

“Please, please wake up.” he pleaded, his voice expressing the pain he was feeling.

“T-Tim?” He gasped when he heard your breathless voice.

“[F/N]! I’m here. I’m here.” Tim said, cradling your face with his hands. “I’m here. I’m not going to leave you, I should have never left. Oh god…”

“Tim… Tim you have to listen to me…” you murmured, your voice small and feeble. It broke his heart.

“No, you have to save your strength! I’ll get help–”

“No… Timmy… I-I’m not going to make it.” you choked. Tim shook his head madly.

“Don’t! Don’t say that, you’re going to make it!” he protested, clearly in denial. You sighed and, with all your strength, you lifted your hand and tucked on the fabric covering his face. Quickly, he removed the cowl.

The sight would’ve broke anyone’s heart. His eyes were red and glistened with tears. His lips were wobbling and he was sniffing as he struggled to control his tears.

“Tim… I-I love you.”

“I-I love you too.” Tim sobbed, holding your hand like his life depended on it. The tears wouldn’t stop.

“Shh… Tim, don’t cry.” you cooed, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears even when it took everything you had.

“Please don’t leave me.” Tim begged tearfully, “I-I need you [F/N].”

You smiled gently at him, your eyes showing so much love and affection. There was no trace of the anger you held for him before, and it only made him cry even harder. 

Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay. You’re… you are strong Tim. You are my hero, my Timmy. You’re going to get through this.”

Tim shook his head. “No. I can’t. Not without you.” He was choking up. He could barely see you with how blurry his vision was.

“You can…” You closed your eyes slowly. “You… must…” Your hand went limp and dropped to the floor.

“[F/N]?” There was no response. “[F/N]?! No… please, no, you can’t–please! Please! I beg you! [F/N]!!!”

Tim brought your body into his arms and cried, not caring if he got your blood on his clothes. He held you tightly and refused to let you go, because he couldn’t. He lost too many people in his life, he couldn’t lose you too.

But he did, and in his own home out of all the places. He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault. This wouldn’t have happened if he had listened to you and stayed, if he was there to protect you. 

Tim had saved countless lives. He was always there when people needed him.

Yet the one person who he failed to save, who he failed to be there for when needed, just had to be you.

Surprising Grayson on Tour

I know I’ve already written an imagine of this same concept, but I got this idea for a “Grayson is on tour and (Y/N) comes to surprise him” imagine and wanted to do another one. Enjoy :)

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“Gray, I miss you so much.” You said to Grayson over the phone.

“I know, I miss you too. But, we have a couple more shows left, and I promise, as soon as I get home, I will spend every single second of my free time with you.” He said. 

“Awe, you don’t have to do that.” You said.

“No, I do. And I want to.” He said. You spent about an hour on the phone, before Grayson had to go to get ready for the show.

“Okay, I gotta go. I will call you after the show. I love you babe.” He said.

“Okay. Tell Ethan I said hi. Good luck tonight baby. I love you too. Bye.” You said, hanging up.

Just as you hung up with Grayson, you finished packing your suitcase and called a cab to head to the airport. Grayson had no idea, but you were actually flying out to their next city, the night before the twins were supposed to get there, to surprise him. You and Ethan formed this plan to fly you out, and you were so excited to see them both. You loaded all your bags into your cab and rode to the airport. Once you got your bags checked and made it through security, you grabbed a bite to eat and headed to your departure gate. You sat there, waiting for boarding calls, and you got a text from Ethan.

“Hey (Y/N), super stoked to see you tomorrow. Grayson is going to lose his mind when he sees you.” The text read.

“Awe, I’m excited to see you both too. You know, it’s really sweet of you to do this for Grayson. And for me, so thank you.” You replied.

“It’s no problem. I know how much you two missed each other. I can be nice sometimes. 😂 Well, the show is starting soon, so I gotta go. See you tomorrow. 😊” He said.

“Alright, good luck. See you tomorrow. 😊“ You replied. You put your phone in your purse and sat there reading a magazine until you were able to board the plane. Once you finally got on, and found your seat. You had a ten hour flight ahead of you, so you figured that you would try and get in some sleep.

* * *

Once you landed, you text Ethan and updated him on your location.

“Landed about an hour ago. Just checked into the hotel and got to room.” You replied.

“Okay, great. Our flight gets in tomorrow morning at around 10:30, so we’ll see you tomorrow, ready to greet us at the airport amidst a million fans.” He said.

“Boy am I excited. Well, I’ll let you get some sleep. See you tomorrow.” You replied. You put your phone on the charger, showered on got ready for bed. You tossed and turned all nigh, too anxious and excited about seeing Grayson to actually sleep.

The next morning, you made got up and put on a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. It was chilly outside, so you threw on Grayson’s black Obey hoodie that he left with you before going on tour. Once you got to the airport, you found a huge group of people waiting one of the gates, so it was safe to assume that was the gate the twins would be coming out of. You tried to push your way towards the front of the crowd so you would be one of the first people he saw.

While you stood there waiting, a few people recognized you and asked to get pictures with you, which made you feel a bit weird, but you obliged. After a while, you heard everyone start screaming and you turned around to see the twins coming through the doors.

“Here girl, go get your man.” One fan joked as she helped push you to the front of the crowd. Grayson was on the opposite side of the crowd, but Ethan redirected his attention towards you.

“Hey Gray, that girl over there looks really familiar.” Ethan said. Grayson turned towards your direction, locked eyes with you and the widest smile spread across his face.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered.

“Hey baby!” You smiled as he pulled you into his arms, giving you the biggest and tightest hug he’d ever given you in the eleven months that you’d been dating. He smiled at you and gave you the sweetest kiss, causing the crowd to go into a frenzy. You saw camera flashes going off around you, but you didn’t care. You were so excited to finally see Grayson and be in his arms again.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He said, hugging you again, rocking you back and forth.

“Well believe it baby, because I am. Now, go take pictures with your fans, I’ll be waiting outside and we’ll head to the hotel.” You said, kissing him again.

You made your way through the crowd and waited outside for the twins to finish taking pictures and meeting fans. Once they finally made their way outside, you called a cab and headed to the hotel.

“So, we have two rooms, (Y/N) is in one already from last night, and I’m assuming that you two will share the room tonight, so I guess I’ll get a room to myself tonight.” Ethan explained as you walked into the lobby of the hotel. He checked in to get the keys for his room and you made your way upstairs.

“I’ll give you some time to settle in, and for you two to catch up, then we can go get some lunch later.” Ethan said as he walked down to his room, which ended up being a bit down the hall from yours.

“Alright, see you later.” Grayson said as he followed you into the room. He set his bags down and pulled you into his arms, kissing you softly.

“So, are you gonna tell me what the heck you’re doing here?” He asked.

“Ethan had this idea, that since we missed each other so dearly, he wanted to do something for us. We planned this out about a month ago for me to come surprise you.” You said.

“How did I get lucky to have two very great people in my life, always looking out for me.” He smiled, kissing you again. “When did you get in?” He asked.

“Last night, I got here just in time to come meet you at the airport today. I’m so glad to be here, I really did miss you.” You said.

“I missed you too. But, things like this do have to end. When are you going back home?” He asked.

“I’m here as long as you are. Except I’ll go home when you two head to the next city.” You said.

“And then it’s only a couple more weeks until I’ll be back home to see you again.” He smiled. 

“Exactly.” You said, kissing him.

“Well, I’m gonna get out of this airplane clothes and change for lunch.” He said, walking to the bathroom. You nodded and lied on the bed, opening up twitter.

“Y’know, being the girlfriend of a famous boy is rather interesting.” You said, scrolling through your notifications, noticing how many followers you’d gained in the last couple of hours, how many people were tagging you in photos, calling you “queen” and complimenting you, saying how cute and Grayson were.

“Oh yeah? What makes you say that?” Grayson asked from the bathroom.

“It’s just, your fans are wild. They recognized and noticed me as your girlfriend at the airport today, and they came up to me, asking me for pictures and whatnot. It took me aback. I mean, of course I love being recognized as your girlfriend, I just wasn’t expecting it.” You said, following a few people back.

“A girl as beautiful as you deserves to be recognized.” He said. He came out of the bathroom and stood in front of his bag, shirtless, trying to decide what to wear. You snuck a candid of him and let out a small giggle. “Looks like I got a room with a view. 😍😍“ You tweeted, along with the picture.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” He asked.

“Nope.” You laughed, causing Grayson to roll his eyes. “Hey, you should wear this sweater, it looks good on you.” You said, pulling his green crewneck out of his suitcase.

“Well, since you’re wearing my favorite sweater, I guess this one will do.” He said as he slipped it over his head.

“Hey, that’s not fair. You gave this to me four months ago, before you even went on tour.”

“I know , baby. I’m just kidding.” He laughed.

“Besides, you told me you loved me in this sweater.” You said, sitting up on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well, it’s true.” He said, placing his hand on your hips, kissing you softly.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.” He said, kissing you again. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Grayson went to answer it.

“Are you two done catching up and sucking face? I’m starving.” You heard Ethan say.

“Yes, we are too. (Y/N), you ready to go?” Grayson asked.

“As ready as ever.” You smiled.

The three of you headed out to lunch, and you spent the time catching up with Ethan as well as more with Grayson. Granted their stories weren’t much different than each other, you still enjoyed hearing their different interpretations of the same situations because they were always hilarious and entertaining. Being with the twins again made you feel at ease and as if you hadn’t spent three months apart. Picking up exactly where you left off, as if there was no time between the last time you’d seen each other.

After you finished eating, you spent a few hours out on the town, going to all the tourist spots in the city. It was a perfect afternoon with the twins, and you were so happy to be with them. You ended up being out for a long while, and started to get hungry again, so you grabbed a bite to eat for dinner, then headed back to the hotel.

“It’s getting late, and I’m super jet lagged, so I’m gonna head to bed.” Ethan said as he walked down to his room. “I’ll see you two in the morning.” He added.

“Alright, good night Ethan.” You and Grayson said in unison. You and Grayson headed back into the room and changed into your pajamas and snuggled in bed.

“Mmm, I’ve missed this so much.” Grayson said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lying his head on your chest.

“Me too.” You said, running your fingers through his hair. You lied there in a comfortable silence, scrolling through your pictures from the day, as Grayson did the same. 

“Awe, baby, look at this picture I took at the airport when you first came out. It’s so cute.” You smiled.

“I know I can always count on you for good candids.” He smiled, looking at the picture you took of him earlier in the hotel.

“And I can count on you for always looking pretty for candids.” You said. After a while of going through pictures, posting some on instagram and twitter, Grayson started to fall asleep.

“Baby, come up here and go to sleep.” You said, patting the pillows next to you and pushing him off of you.

“No, no. I’m still awake.” He mumbled, his eyes closed.

“Gray, you were snoring. You need to sleep, you do have a show to put on tomorrow.” You said.

“But I’m not tired.” He whined, rolling onto the pillows and starting to fall asleep.

“Okay, sure you aren’t.” You laughed. You put your phones on the chargers and turned the light out. “Good night Grayson.” You said, kissing his temple.

“Mmm, good night baby.” He said. You lied down next to him and rubbed his back to help him fall asleep.

blue night radio ♡ 170310
translation: thatcoolcatmeow

jonghyun: nine-ssi, how was today’s radio?
nine: i had many thoughts while coming here today. many people around me ask: “do you still do blue night?” each time i would come here thinking: i want to do this really, really for a long time, for a long time, forever, forever. thinking that the countdown begins now …, it feels weird.
jonghyun: it’s sad, right?
nine: i don’t know. i can’t really put my feelings into words just yet but blue night was really dear to me as well. there are only a few weeks left now and i wanted to tell you that i still have a lot of things to talk about with jjongd.
jonghyun: i was thinking about that … about saying goodbye. i had two ideas: one was to put off as long as i can and tell you the news at the very end because it would be too shocking, or to tell you early so the stories you might end up leaving at your heart would be less but i decided that tell you earlier was better.

nocturnal a playlist for tired and sleepy people (requested by anon)

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The Homestudy

Part two of “A Triple Threat”


Part One, You Are Here, Part Three, Part Four



David had received the call twelve days after the meeting. He was washing dishes when the phone rang. After the usual formalities they gave him the good news and he dropped a plate in shock.

It had been a fine china set from his grandmother, worth a lot, but he didn’t care. Not when he was one step closer to his goals.

He went to the scheduled appointment where they did nothing short of drilling him with their questions.

They were surprised to hear that he had a specific child in mind to adopt, as that didn’t happen often. They told him that there was a chance that he wouldn’t be a good match for Max.

David told them that he understood, but he had been Max’s camp counsellor for a few years and understood his specific needs better than anyone else that would adopt him. He told them that he knew that Max would be lashing out right now, and that he was sometimes violent and had a bad mouth but he was a really good kid and he was trying. Max was really trying but his foster families couldn’t see that because they didn’t know what to look for.

The woman who had been interviewing him nodded, she seemed pleased to David but he couldn’t know for sure.

She said to expect a social service worker to drop by his home sometime next week. David thanked her and left her office.

He was giddy and bouncing with glee once safely out of the building. He was going to do this. He was going to save Max.

David got inside and broke out the disinfectant. His house was already pretty clean, but it could always be cleaner. David lived in a decent sized home that he owned with three bedrooms. He used one as a guest room for when his parents or Gwen visited, and the other was always empty. He already had rooms for storage in the basement, and a dining room, a living room, multiple bathrooms, and an office space. He was going to give the third room to Max.

The house was a little large for David’s preferences, Mr. Campbell had purchased it one night when he was drunk as a hide-out home. After he sobered he realized he’d used the general location before and couldn’t use it again, so he gave the deed to David. David was very grateful seeing as he lived in a small apartment with leaky windows before, not that it was a bad arrangement for David, but an upgrade was appreciated.

David swept the whole house, including the basement, wiped down the countertops and windowsills. He dusted the television and the book cases. He vacuumed his rugs, washed his cushion covers on the couch and loveseat, and he steam cleaned the wood floors. By the time he was done the house looked pretty much the exact same, as it hadn’t really needed a cleaning to begin with, but it helped to calm David’s nerves.

Yes, the social service worker will like this. What else will they like?

He went through his house deciding on what would be impressive and what wouldn’t. He replaced the burnt out lightbulbs in the basement, did all of the laundry he had let build up, he mowed the lawn, he polished the silverware, he got some child-safe locks from the dollar store and put them on the table “to be used later”. In actuality, David was never going to use them. Max was probably still ten. His birthday was in the summer, David was never able to celebrate it though, and it was still spring so, yeah, still ten. A ten year old didn’t need child safety locks.

David looked back at his work. He hoped this was enough.

A couple days later the social service worker came. They sat down, and David offered him a coffee. He refused, but requested a glass of water instead which David happily provided.

“So, you work as a camp counsellor at ‘Camp Campbell’, correct?” Austin, the social service worker, had asked him.

“Yes, I was a co-counsellor with a woman named Gwen.” David smiled fondly.

“Ah, yes. How is your relationship with her? Do you communicate outside of work hours?” Austin asked him, jotting something down on his clipboard.

“Yes, she and I are friends. She comes and spends the night here when she has the time. She sleeps in the guest bedroom upstairs, of course. She’s in a relationship with a woman right now.” David said hurriedly, trying not to give Austin the wrong impression, “She has been really supportive throughout this process, and she has a degree in psychology, you know!” David said, proud of his friend.

“Does she? That’s great.” Austin wrote something down. “Your home is very clean, I can tell it’s always like this. In my line of business you learn the difference between a clean home, and a cleaned home. Having a clean home is very important. Can you show me where you’ll be keeping the child?” Austin asked.

“Oh, sure!” David grinned. He lead Austin upstairs to the third bedroom that was empty save for a bed with a cream comforter and pillow. “I know it’s empty, but I want Max to have complete control over how he decorates his room!” David smiled at Austin.

“Yes, I can see that. You’re very interested in Max. What will you do if you don’t get matched with him?” Austin asked.

“Well,” David looked back to the room. “I can’t stand the thought of Max being all alone. He’s a really good kid, you know. He seems mean, and he has a problem with authority, but I know how to take care of him. I don’t know if I’d be satisfied with a different child. I love kids, but taking one in when Max is out there? I don’t know.” David said.

“I understand. I had a feeling you felt that was and I appreciate your honesty.” Austin said warmly, writing on his clipboard. That was beginning to make David nervous.

Austin asked him a few more questions, and David showed him the rest of his house. At the end of the study, as Austin was leaving he turned to David and asked him why he cared so much about this kid from his summer camp.

David looked Austin right in the eye and said:

“Because somebody fucking has to.”

Fanfic - Keeping You Warm - 1/1

Summary: Five times Iris has worn Barry’s clothing to keep warm. 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4083

A/N: Snuggle up with your favorite blanket and get a cup of hot cocoa and please enjoy <3

Plaid Shirt

Iris wonders if the phrase ‘If the best part is the cuddling afterwards then he’s not doing it right’ actually had any validity.

Cause for her the best part of lovemaking with Barry was the afterglow.

Don’t get her wrong Iris loved sex. She especially loved sex with Barry. Their lovemaking being passionate and intense but also playful. Iris never had any lover quite like Barry before who seemed bent on attending to her every need.

But it’s the intimacy in the afterglow she loves best. When their bodies melt into the mattress, or any other hard surface that they could find, from exhaustion. Their limbs become tangled together flushed with heat and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Neither wanting to be any more apart more then they had to. Iris had never been like this with any of her past lovers. She never saw herself as anything less than giving in the bedroom. But with Barry it was as though they couldn’t get enough of each other.

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REDAMANCY; – AN OIKURO PLAYLIST – LISTEN // COVER

1.  STOP THE WORLD I WANNA GET OFF WITH YOU – arctic monkeys 2. THE SHIVERS (I’VE GOT ‘EM) – margot and the nuclear so and so’s 3. LURK – the neighbourhood 4. CALL ME IN THE AFTERNOON – half moon run 5. HALO – cage the elephant 6. THE CONSTANT CHANGING STATE OF US (GOLD) – to kill a king 7. I’M LIKE A LAWYER WITH THE WAY I’M ALWAYS TRYING TO GET YOU OFF (ME & YOU) – fall out boy 8. DO I WANNA KNOW – hozier