Hey everyone!! I’m finally posting my Dralentine’s day fanart/fanfic
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‘Enough, that’s- that’s enough… Draco!’
'I’m sober!’ Draco lauched himself forward, blindly trying to snatch the Firewhiskey bottle from Harry’s hands.
The crowded pub made it easier for Harry to just get up from their table and pull Draco with him without getting much attention from their coworkers, most of them already as drunk as Malfoy. The blond fidgeted in his arms, mumbling something Harry couldn’t understand or barely hear.
’We’re going home’ the unintelligible words shushing Draco immediately. He’d learnt parseltongue was useful for those times Draco wouldn’t listen to him. Harry hooked one of Malfoy’s arms around his shoulder, doing his best not to bump into too many people on his way to the door.
Fuck. He turned around with some difficulty, Malfoy breathing on his neck while trying to balance his weigh on his legs without bringing both of them down.
Ron walked towards him, his expression quickly changing into one of concern as soon as he recognized the blond head.
'Where are you going?’ Ron squinted his eyes suspiciously, darting them from Harry to Malfoy, who hiccuped and giggled, the sound muffled by Harry’s hair where his face was now buried. Ron didn’t even bother to hide his disconfort, his cheeks a dark shade of red Harry knew couldn’t be blamed only on Firewhiskey.
'Home’ Harry rolled his eyes, giving Ron a small smile to try and ease the tension a bit.
'Why? You’re not his mother! Just leave him here, I’m sure he can-’ Ron gesticulated towards an almost unconscious Draco like he was trash Harry was taking outside.
'And then what? I’ll have to open the door for him later anyway.’
Ron sighed, searching for help and noticing no one cared if they were leaving or not.
'It’s friday and you’ve just finished a fucked up case. You don’t deserve this, Harry’
It’s not that bad, Harry thought, the words now common in his vocabulary when talking to Ron, Hermione, or any of his friends. Being paired with Malfoy after their Auror training two years ago may have angered him a bit - quite a lot, actually - and finding out they’d have to share a flat, which was protocol for new partners in order to 'strengthen the bond’ didn’t sound like the best of options, but after all, it really wasn’t that bad. Malfoy was organized and surprisingly quiet. He could be nosy, childish and bossy but most of the time, it was manageable.
A drunk Malfoy, however was another story. Needy, cuddly, demanding. It shocked Harry the first time the blond got himself pissed on a Friday night and let his head fall on Harry’s shoulder in the middle of the bar.
'Let’s go home, Harry’ he giggled in his ear, Harry’s own name resonating in his head.
After that he’d tried his best not to let Malfoy drink too much.
Malfoy hiccuped again and Ron let out an exasperated sigh.
'It’s fine. See you Monday, yeah?’ Harry turned around before Ron could say anything, his own mind a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the noise.
The cold breeze hit them square in the face the moment Harry opened the door. He let it close behind him, the noise gone the second it clicked shut. Malfoy shivered against him, curling himself on Harry’s side. The sooner they reached their flat the better. The safer, Harry thought.
’Harry’ Draco breathed in his ear. Fuck, Harry hated how Malfoy always said his name, how could Harry mean something completely different than Potter coming from the same person?
'Yeah?’ Harry stopped, his mind still too slow for him to remember where was the nearest apparition point.
'I’m hungry’ Draco nuzzled his nose against Harry’s dark locks, inhaling like that was the most natural thing to do.
'What? No, we’re going home, Draco’ He said firmly, deciding for a random direction.
'Please, I’m really hungry…’ Harry let out an exasperated groan, the weigh and the cold doing nothing to improve his mood. He took a look around, spotting a small convenience store not far from them on the other side of the street. They had no food at home, he was tired and, if Draco was indeed that hungry, he woudn’t be too picky about it.
They crossed the street, Harry sitting Draco on the closest bench outside the store as soon as they reached it.
'Stay here. I mean it, Draco, stay’
’’m not a dog, Potter’
Potter. Good, he was not that drunk.
Harry turned around, rolling his eyes, and opened the glass door.
Water, some noodles. An aspirin since Draco forgot to brew hangover potion. Hmm, chocolate, since Draco would be in an awful mood tomorrow-
Harry stopped shortly. Merlin, they sounded so… domestic. Harry shivered, avoiding the cashier’s eyes since he knew his cheeks were probably bright pink.
He headed for the door noticing through the glass that Draco wasn’t where he’d left him.
'Fuck’ He stormed out of the store, his wand already firmly secured in his hand.
'Hmm?’ Harry jumped, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Malfoy was stading not far from him, his hand placed on a huge cabin right by the door.
'A photobooth cabin?’ Harry’s voice startled the blond, who darted his eyes towards him.
Harry remebered the first time Dudley got home with one of those stripes, his ugly face splashed in tiny squares all over it. When he’d asked aunt Petunia if he could take one too the woman told him those things were for people with friends. And Harry had none.
'You take photos in these’ He stared at the ground, the grip on the plastic bags tighter than necessary.
'I wanna try it’
'What?’ Harry stopped, not believing what his ears were telling him.
'Come on, Potter, it can’t be that bad’ Draco took a step forward, lifting the black curtains and peering inside, curiously.
'You’re aware this is a muggle thing, right?’ Harry said, taking a step forward. He had no idea why a muggle photobooth cabin was standing outside of a convenience store on a wizard neighborhood. He checked the money entry, noticing it was modified to accept wizard money. An image of Mr. Weasley appeared in his mind instantly. Right, there were wizards who collected stuff like that.
Harry dropped two knuts inside the machine, Draco already getting inside.
It was small, smaller than he’d expected, with only one old black stool. Harry sat awkwardly at the edge, almost falling while doing his best to avoid touching Draco more than needed. The blond seemed too distracted with a big black screen in front of him to notice or even worry himself about it, letting his knee touch Harry’s carelessly. Harry pressed the only button under the screen, the countdown starting in front of them.
'What’s happening?’ Draco reached for his wand but Harry stopped him before he could take it out of his pocket.
'Look there, and…’
The first picture was taken, Harry only having a few seconds to pull a funny face. He couldn’t help laughing when he realized Draco was just frowning at the camera.
'Are you stupid, Potter?’ He turned to stare at Harry, reminding him of how close they were.
'Why?’ Harry gulped, looking everywhere but at him.
'That’s your idea of a funny face?’ A crooked smile formed in Draco’s lips, paired with something wicked in his eyes. Before Harry could stop him, Malfoy reached out and grabbed his glasses, putting them on his own face.
Another picture was taken while Draco tried to impersonate him. Harry couldn’t help bursting out laughing, Malfoy so unrecognizable wearing his glasses the whole thing seemed too absurd to be taken seriously.
Tears still streaming down his face, Harry opened his eyes to find a small smile on Draco’s lips. The black old frames constrasting with his bright grey eyes and blond hair looked almost… innocent. Harry shouldn’t be thinking that, he shouln’t even be there in that small cabin with him, but the second the blond burst out laughing too, the sound covering Harry’s loud heartbeat, he forgot why Draco Malfoy couldn’t be something else for him.
Another picture was taken before Harry pulled the man towards him and kissed him on the lips.
It took Draco a few seconds to kiss back, his eyes falling shut and lips opening to allow Harry to deepen it. It was, in some way, like a first kiss, the wamth radiating from Draco’s mouth reaching the bottom of Harry’s belly, warming every inch of his body.
They parted, eyes still closed.
‘Harry’ Draco whispered, his tone low and needy.
Harry gulped again, licking his lips which were still millimiters from the other’s. ‘Let’s go back to mine’
‘Did you forget we live together?’
‘I’m trying to flirt here, you git’
Harry chuckled, holding Draco’s face between his hands and kissing him again, softer this time.
Grind Till I Own It || Mafia!Jeon Jungkook x Reader [M] Pt. 1
Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the son of the famous mafia gang TBB (The Black Base) and is a filthy rich man that gets whatever his finger points at - that includes even you.
Rated [M] for eventual smut/angst
You’d like to think that you were a flower amongst the thousands of sweaty bodies grinding on each other. A pure flower. If it wasn’t for your complete opposite best friend you wouldn’t even step foot in this whatever club, but of course she worked her magic on you and here you were. Here you were, quietly sipping on your beverage while the taste intoxicated you more and more each second that slipped away.
“If I were you - I’d slow down with that drink"
You heard a man chuckle, accompanied by the sound of wiping glass.
“They’re known for turning good girls into bad girls”.
You paused, letting his words melt in your brain before you raised your glass, a smirk painted on your pink tinted glossy lips.
“What makes you think I’m a good girl hmm?” You slurred, surprised the words could roll off your tongue despite your boozy state. You earned another chuckle from the bartender, he shook his head in - not disbelief but amusement in which he looked up at you with a grin.
“How come such a rebellious girl like yourself be alone in this dark place?” He mused. “Where’s your prince charming? Shouldn’t he be here and shield his princess?” Your eyes traveled to his name tag and made out his name as Jin.
“Well Jin” You started, downing the whole thing with a hiss at how the liquor burned your throat. You liked Jin, he had a way with his words that made you want to listen to him more - it was like his words hypnotized you to keep talking to him, guess that is the reason for him being the bartender. “This princess doesn’t need a prince charming, she’d rather have another drink though” You grinned, the corners of your lips stretching from cheek to cheek.
“Of co- Shit”
Jin caught you off guard with the sudden way he hissed. His eyes were wide as if he’d just seen a ghost pop up in front of him, it made your head spin around and holy fuck.
It wasn’t a ghost that had taken over both of your and Jin’s eyes - it was a God.
His ebony hair was neatly parted on each side, exhibiting his smooth forehead to the whole world. His three-piece suit was equally as black as his hair, though his tie was a haunting cherry red which made his chest pop up a bit. His eyes were sharp and alluring, he could probably turn anyone who laid their eyes on him a stone statue in seconds. This guy was attractive yes, but what wasn’t as attractive as himself was the half naked girls who had their arms snaked around his - maybe you were just jealous?.
You turned to Jin, your mouth hung open
“Who the fuck is that?”
Jin snickered while returning a few glasses that were wrapped around his fingers, he could clearly see that this was the first time you’ve ever seen him and it made Jin’s snicker turn into a low laughter. “Like what you see?”
You felt your cheeks heat up together with your hammering heart. You turned around, hoping that you’d catch another mesmerizing glimpse of the man in the suit but you frowned when it looked like he had vanished somewhere out of your sight. With a sigh of disappointment you proceeded to stand up, catching Jin’s attention.
“Leaving already? You’re about to miss the best part”
This perked up your attention and your head cocked to the side, your brows crushed together curiously while your arms were crossed above your chest. “Best part?”
Jin nodded, removing the egg white apron that was tied about his waist. He waved his hand in an excused manner to his - you guessed boss - and he motioned you to follow him. While walking, you noticed how Jin was familiar with almost all the people in the bar, it made you a tad bit jealous only knowing your best friend who was probably drunk with some guy. A smile played at your lips, knowing how she’d act the next day and how amusing it was to watch her walk with a chocolate bar in her mouth while yelling ‘asshole’ to the wall.
“So” Jin began, startling you a bit. “Let me tell you a little bit about The Black Base - or TBB in short. The guy you saw before is the son of the most famous mafia gangs around town, they’re so rich that rumors say his dad bathes in money” Jin explained, raising his head to greet the people that passed him.
“TBB? But what’s he doing here? Shouldn’t he, like, work or something?” You asked, flattening the tight black dress that hugged your curves a little too tight for your taste.
Jin laughed. “Work? The guy is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, work is the least thing he worries about” He paused. “If he even does have any worries”.
This guy sounded like a complete jerk to you and you haven’t even met him yet.
Jin had taken you to what looked like the more rich part of the bar. All the men wearing suits and tall glasses of expensive champagne hung from their hands. Filthy rich bastards You thought as you and Jin sat down on a round table, Jin gently nudged your leg, nodding to the left. His expression screaming ‘look over there’ with a smirk.
And so you did.
And there he was.
“Wait- what’s his name?” You furiously looked back at jin, who was just smiling.
“Jeon Jungkook” Jin said. Ah, even his name sounded like rich dirt to your ears.
He looked as fine as before, not a single wrinkle had taken over his black suit and it looked like he had switched girls - huh, what a player You thought as you rolled your eyes over this strange feeling that bubbled in your stomach. Anger mixed with a drop of jealousy.
“Looks like they’re playing pool this time” Jin said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Aah Jin! My man”
Your heart was about to explode.
Jungkook was standing right next to Jin with a sly smirk, his body leaning comfortably with the support of his elbow on Jin’s shoulder. Jin chuckled.
“Hey, another game I see? Can I count on you if I bet you’ll win?”
Jungkook laughed. His laughter was loud and obnoxious, filling the whole room with it. You frowned because it muffled the song which happened to be your favorite one, damn was he loud.
Suddenly, his eyes pierced through your body and you forgot to breathe for a moment. His knife like eyes carved a hole in your heart and you shifted uncontrollably in your seat, rubbing your legs together to distract you from looking back at him - but you fell into his trap and looked.
“And who’s this”
It didn’t even sound like a question to you, it sounded more like a demand. His confidence shone brightly, and the way his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips and further down made your heart flutter. You mentally scolded yourself for letting this jerk shake up your fragile heart, worst part is that you kind of liked how his attention was on you for the time being.
“Oh!” Jin lit up like a Christmas tree, he grinned at the way your cheeks were turning into a strawberry like shade. “This is Y/N, we recently met but I do consider us friends already”.
Jungkook raised a brow, his smirk more prominent than before. He - just like everyone else - had his hand occupied with a transparent glass of Champagne, the yellow fluid crashed from side to side as he swung his glass in a slow pace. Jungkook hummed in response.
“You seem to always befriend the most ethereal ones, Jin. No wonder they say you have a keen eyesight” He playfully nudged Jin’s shoulder, laughing.
You covered your mouth, unsure of how to reply to such a compliment. Not unsure - too embarrassed was the word. You were amazed at how easily this guy could compliment someone, let alone a complete stranger. He was probably blinded by his narcissism, jerk.
Jin shrugged. “This is Y/N’s first time here, I hope you show her what great games they display here, so she maybe can come again” Jin gained a laughter from your lips, Jin was definitely better than this jerk, he was more careful and gentle while Jungkook just cut to the chase. Painfully.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jungkook tapped his chin each time he said your name, still smirking. “I like it” He caught your sight and winked before walking over to another table, making your heart jump up at the sudden way his eyes scanned you - as if you were the prey that his stomach growled for.
God, but he was so fucking attractive you patted yourself for not being like the other girls who would’ve thrown themselves on him a long time ago.
“Y/N! The game is about to start” Jin said and clapped his hands in excitement, his eyes were glued to the pool table and you followed his glance, your own eyes landing on the same table as your bartender friend. You tried to suppress a giggle at how Jin was shaking from being too excited - it was actually kind of cute.
“C'mon Jungkook, don’t let me down!” Jin shouted when Jungkook came out with a cue stick, he was waving to Jin but then his eyes were on you again.
Why is he looking at me? You thought, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.
Jungkook looked focused and it honestly took you in surprise. How could this player be so dedicated to something when he couldn’t even stick with one girl? You shook your head, trying to get the poisonous thoughts out of your head and maybe, just maybe you could watch this game.
You were at a loss for words, completely shocked at how this game had ended - Jungkook had won five games in a row now. You couldn’t even imagine the money he had gotten from just one game. Your attention was focused on the people behind you who were whispering about both Jungkook and TBB.
“His father is rather lucky, even though he only has two months left”
Your eyes went wide when your mind finally digested what the man behind you had just said. You barely knew Jungkook but how come your heart felt as if it got hit with a hammer just now? Was this pity? Worry?.
You looked at the ground for a moment before Jin called your name, causing you to look up.
“Jungkook said he was inviting us for a few drinks! You coming?” He smiled at you, showing off his pearly white teeth while his hand grabbed yours and without any sort of answer - he lead you to a table.
There he was again, looking so incredibly handsome that you were afraid that if you touched him you’d burn yourself.
“Ah! Jin, Y/N glad you could join me” Jungkook grinned, his tone low and raspy from all the alcohol he had poured down his throat "Sit down, sit down”.
So you both sat down and Jungkook grabbed Jin’s glass, filling it with the same champagne as before and then moved on to yours.
“Can you handle it, kitten?“
The nickname he just gave you made a shiver travel down your spine and onto your toes, you couldn’t help but curl them underneath your heels.
You mimicked his signature smirk
"Are you trying to intimidate me?"
Jungkook chuckled, pouring down the gold liquid until your whole glass was mid full, you noticed how he seemed to sneak glances at you - but honestly, you didn’t mind at all.
Jeon Jungkook was sneaking glances at you anyway.
"So” Jungkook began, leaning back on his chair, toying with his Rolex watch for awhile before your eyes met again. Something about his stare told you that you’re in danger, it was alarming. The way his eyes seemed to bore into your own created a spell in which you could not escape, no matter how much you wanted to avoid his stare, and how much you struggled; you were trapped.
“Who’s the lucky one hm?”.
You drew your eyebrows together in confusion, your mind blank for awhile before you finally prepared your reply.
“No one” You simply said, tasting the drink in your glass. “My best friend wanted me to come, so, I did”.
God. He was just sitting down and you still thought it was the hottest thing you’ve seen, what spell did he posses that made you feel like this? You were a deer and he was the beast in this game, and just like his other games - he was winning.
Jungkook rubbed his chin, letting the words that came out of your alluring lips melt in his brain which seemed to be clouded with only you. He leaned forwards, hands clasped together and elbows on the table.
Jin suddenly spoke up.
“Shit, the boss is calling for me” He said and stood up. “Enjoy yourselves” Jin flashed a weak smile before he vanished and you were left with Jungkook.
Your head - as if you had no control over your actions - spun to the direction of Jungkook’s voice from where Jin had left. You gulped when he suddenly abandoned his seat and proceeded to sit next to you, Jungkook moved too swiftly for your eyes to even register what just happened - or how it even happened.
“I seem to take quite an interest in you, you’re.. Mmh He paused to think, while doing this you found his arm wrapped around your waist and he was slowly pulling you to his body.
"You’re different my dear” Jungkook smirked, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You shivered at the touch, cold yet it still had a burning flame dancing underneath his fingers, and it traveled all the way up to your neck.
“I-I am?” You gulped for the second time.
Jungkook chuckled. “Did you just stutter? Never knew bad girls could do that”.
Chewing on your bottom lip as if it was your last meal, you connected your legs together in order to conceal how nervous you were but of course - he found out rather quickly.
“Well” You straightened your back, emptying the glass. “You said I’m different, no?”
It was Jungkook’s turn to chew on his lip. He raised one eyebrows and huffed in nothing but amusement. He was pulling on your strings so you decided to pull his - was it working? God knows if.
“You’re right - you are different” Jungkook said, rubbing his hand on your exposed thigh, slowly as if to tease you. “So different that it makes me want to have you all to myself” A dark chuckle made its way from his mouth and you felt his finger ghost around your panties.
You moaned out softly when Jungkook hit your wet core, rubbing it a bit too roughly - but then you liked it at the same time. You were just scared because fuck, you and him were both drunk, what if regrets crash down the next day?.
“Princess, I really wanna get you out of that dress” Jungkook whispered, his hot breath laced with the smell of alcohol hit your neck and holy shit you wanted to get out of it too but you were drunk? Half of the time you didn’t even know what you were saying, shit could go down real fast.
“W-Wait, I’m drunk, you’re drunk. I don’t think this is a good idea, really.” You exhaled, wanting to deny how painful it was when his fingers left your panties. “Besides, you can get any girl you want here, how about that huh?”.
Jungkook was so fucking amused. You were putting on a good ass show right in front of him and it had been a long time since he felt something like this. Sure, he could get anyone he wanted but there was no one who could replace the flames in the pit of his stomach which he got from you. Jungkook wanted you and he will get you - no matter what but he had to play out your cards first, that’s just how the game goes right?.
Jungkook put his hands up in surrender, grinning. “My bad, my bad. You’re right, but then again” He brought his face so close to yours that your noses brushed together. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you drunk”.
Your face was probably burning in different shades of pink and red. You were about to say something but then you heard the familiar voice of your best friend, and you couldn’t express how happy you felt to see her face.
“Y/N I-” Your best friend, Seulbi came into view and once she saw you and Jungkook, she closed her mouth shut. Your eyes screamed 'I can explain’ but before you could do anything Seulbi grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the seat.
“Ah! Seulbi!” Jungkook lit up, clasping his hands together. “Nice to see you again! Whoa, look at you! Seems like you’re doing good without me”.
You looked at your best friend, the corners of your lips curved downwards and now it was Seulgi’s eyes that screamed 'I can explain’. You looked at her and then Jungkook, then back at her.
“You know him?!”
“I- Well, we were something before. But trust me, I’m helping you over here by getting the fuck away from this, this asshole” Seulbi angrily said, her eyes cutting through Jungkook, every word that levitated from her mouth was wrapped up with pure hatred - like a gift from hell itself.
“You never told me about him” You said sternly, letting your arms limp by your sides. You weren’t exactly mad at her, but there was something inside of you that made your stomach churn in displeasure.
“Y/N, let’s go, he probably tried something on you didn’t he? God, here I’ll-"
"Let go, Seulbi"
Seulbi’s eyes widened. She’d seen you angry plenty of times before but this was something else - something more than just being angry. She could almost see the heat from your head in front of her eyes and it made her feel heartbroken, you two had been best friends for so long. Seulbi didn’t want this to end.
Not like this.
"Y/N, seriously? Don’t trust this guy, and I’m saying this from experience” Seulbi said, her voice soft and gentle yet still had something in it that made you scoff. “Get away from him"
"Seulbi, honey, dear. Can’t you see what you’ve done? Can’t believe you kept me a secret from your best friend” Jungkook said mockingly, hands behind his back while he strolled in circles around you two.
Jungkook mingled around you for a moment, leaning in to whisper into your ear.
“What kind of best friend does this huh?"
You knew that he was just talking bullshit to get you on his side. But then again, you still couldn’t believe that she lied about Jungkook.
Couldn’t believe that she slept with one of the richest men just to have everything her finger landed on. It tore you apart. That explains why she never lends her clothes to you, because if Seulbi did - then her sugar daddy that is standing right beside you wouldn’t be her sugar daddy anymore.
"Now I know. Now I know why you didn’t let me borrow your clothes, because your contract with 'JK daddy’ would get terminated” You snapped at Seulbi, making her step back. “Right?!”.
You never yelled at Seulbi. Not even when she did something wrong, or when she broke something, but this. This was another story. A story that almost made you burst into tears because of how ridiculous it was.
“My, my. I would certainly not call this a friendship, Seulbi, dear, how could you?” Jungkook cooed softly, his words felt like cotton in your ears and it made your heart jump.
“Y/N, come with me”
You didn’t know what happened - or how it happened. But Jungkook was dragging you around the bar until the fresh air of the outside world hit you. And it was then that you finally exploded into small, transparent drops. Your tears rolled down your cheeks and this made Jungkook’s heart ache for the first time in awhile. He had never seen someone look so miserable but at the same time so captivating while they cried.
Jungkook felt himself almost crying seeing you like this. Your cheeks puffy and sore, eyes slowly melting into a deep scarlet. The way your lips quivered with grief made him want to kiss the pain away but he stopped himself, noting what you said before about the two of you being drunk. But Jungkook couldn’t just let you stand there, couldn’t let you get drenched in the rain that started to pour down as if someone was pouring down water from a bucket.
“Here, let me” Jungkook cleared his throat before shrugging off his jacket, wrapping it around your bare shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold. Jungkook grabbed his cellphone from the pocket and pressed a contact, bringing the phone close to his ear.
“Jimin, its urgent - you know what to do” He simply said before putting the electric device back where he took it from.
You didn’t know what to feel, or how to feel. The only person who you thought could be there for you had been deceiving you and hurting you in secret. As if playing hide and seek but now you found the truth and you ended her game, and you were positive that another round wouldn’t come sooner.
“Forget her, yeah? You have to erase people like that from your life” Jungkook said, looking up at the dark sky. His hair was damp and it shone in the moonlight, emphasizing on his sharp and handsome features. This man was without a doubt God’s creation. He was elegant, and the white shirt that was getting wet in the rain gave you a sneak peak of how he’d look shirtless. Fuck, he looks so good like this.
In less than a few minutes later the sound of a car pulling over was heard and Jungkook grabbed your hand, opening the door for you and you sat down. Sighing while removing the jet black jacket from your shoulders, you folded it neatly - considering how expensive it looked.
“And who’s the princess this night"
You heard a soft voice ask, looking up you were met with a pair of eyes that were harsh yet the little fat under them represented youth. The driver - who you assumed was Jimin - viewed you from the mirror and he looked quite attractive even though you only saw eyes and a glimpse of carrot colored strands.
"No time for foolish games Jimin, the princess got her heart shattered into pieces” Jungkook uttered coldly. You guessed these two were great friends after you observed how Jimin’s eyes disappeared into small crescents, a chuckle escaping his rather plump lips. “Yes sir"
"W-Where are we going?” You weakly asked, surprised at how your voice was able to still give a sound after crying.
ISTJ: You were somehow roped into a relationship once but ended that nonsense right quick once you realized they wanted to talk about their feelings. You live a lonesome, tranquil life by the river now, whittling calculators and stock portfolios from driftwood. They are your only friends.
ESTJ: You had a great life, perfect partner, and tons of friends for many years. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Jk, your best friend and the rest of the Senate stabbed you repeatedly in the back and you bled out alone on the floor. “Et tu, Brute?” were your final woe-begotten words you tyrannical dictator, you.
ENFJ: Your partner got sick of trying to decrypt your real feelings about everything every other second. It’s okay though, you still had a pretty fulfilling life never saying no to any person’s request. You eventually died when your body spontaneously combusted from the stress of trying to make everybody happy.
INFJ: You tried to act ethereal and distant for so long that nobody wanted to put in the effort to get to know you, Star Man. Except for Linda. But once she saw that all of your “deep, mystical” thoughts were actually just crippling anxiety about people’s approval of you, she jumped that ship pretty quickly.
ESTP: You took all of your friends skydiving and pushed all their scared, pansy asses out of the plane as a practical joke. You turned around and saw the parachutes they were supposed to be wearing still hanging on the wall, but you didn’t think much of it. Anyways, you convinced the pilot to do a sick flip between some buildings and died in a fiery explosion, just like that old, Romanian woman said you would.
ISTP: You were too busy being the douchey frat boy bully trope in every teen movie that you forgot to make friends. As you lay dying in a pile of cigarettes and empty liquor bottles, you smile, believing wholeheartedly that Fonzie would have been proud of you. He wouldn’t.
ISFJ: You were baking a casserole but got distracted by youtube tutorials on how to make friends and burned your house down with you in it. You could’ve escaped, but…there’s people outside…so like, screw that, y'know?
ESFJ: Your son got so tired of you telling him how to live his life and inserting yourself into his romantic life that he snapped at the “Please Date My Son” mixer you threw for him and came at you with that expensive bottle of Chardonnay you got for yourself while you scrutinized all of the potential daughter-in-laws. None of the girls came to your rescue, as they had recently learned that you’d been gossiping about every single one of them since you’d met them. Let’s be real though, you always knew patricide was the only way you’d go out.
INFP: You drowned your first partner in the bathtub that you filled with your own tears because they had a weird inflection in the way they said hi to you that one time in August 2011 and you never really got over that. All of your friends got so exhausted trying to console you that when you got trapped in ISFJ’s burning house while helping them make the casserole, they all just assumed your bitter passive-aggressive inferences to the fire’s failure to be a good friend would save you. They did not.
ENFP: You couldn’t stand the idea of being normal, so you moved to eastern Europe to be different and start a charity or something, you’ll figure out the details later it’s whatever, but you forgot to mention it to, like, all of your friends. Also, you forgot your passport. And your keys. Also, you left the stove on.
ISFP: Everybody got tired of you staring languidly at the rain so they left you. Like, we get it, you’re deep and thoughtful. Also, they couldn’t stand that you were still into SuperWhoLock, like, that stopped being popular 6 years ago, please move on. Anyways, your pet horse gets so tired of you talking to him about your feelings that he kicks you in the chest, killing you instantly.
ESFP: You told all your friends you were too busy for them and couldn’t commit to the friendship and floated to some neon rave party and thought trying ecstasy would be a fun experience. You tried proving you were a badass to the bouncer and took like seven and pretty much died on the spot ‘cause your pansy ass would barely have been able to handle one.
ENTP: You pitted all of your friends against each other to see what would happen for like, the twelfth time, so they all turned on you and forced you to work an isolated office job. They watched through a two-way mirror as you went insane and chewed off your own fingers. They felt that justice was thoroughly served and so do I.
INTP: You emerged from your garage after weeks of isolation to find that everybody is gone, as they went to the Florida Keys for vacation, but didn’t invite you because they thought you were too busy working on your project that has no real world value. Instead, you assume it’s the zombie apocalypse and retreat back into your garage indefinitely. You die when the roof collapses on you while you’re eating Flaming Hot Cheetos.
ENTJ: Your coup fails because none of your friends liked the way you kept bossing them around and the government publicly executes you for high treason. In your last moments, you feel a strange sense of camaraderie with ESTJ’s fate, but it doesn’t last long because you could have done waaaaay better than them if you were in that situation.
INTJ: You’re too proud to admit that you feel things on occasion and shove them all down until the emotions rot away your insides and you eventually have an ulcer, a stroke, and a heart attack all at once in a GameStop parking lot and die, wishing you could have told just one more person why they were wrong about something.
Word Count: 1,380 Reader Gender: Female i guess idk Warnings: Jealousy, arguement, him arguing with other girls, cursing Love Interest: Peitro Maximoff Note: There is a 200000/10 chance that there will be a second part
I crossed my arms as I glared at him, waiting for him to finish his little show. Anger and irritation bubbled inside of me, and I mentally cursed myself for trusting him enough to leave him alone. I go into the shop for five fucking minutes, and I come out to this shit. I tried pulling him away from the girls that were flirting with him, but it just shrugged me off. The worst part about the whole thing? He was flirting back.
His ass was flirting with other people and he was loving it. I’m not sure if he got the memo, but he’s not single anymore. He’s in a relationship with me, and I have half a mind to kick his ass. I clutched harder at the plastic bag that was in my hand, the contents were requested by none other than the douche himself. I grunted, deciding that he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. I walked up to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him around.
“We’re leaving.” I said sternly.
“Who’s the slut?” One of the girls asked.
“I’m his girlfriend.” I spat, anger coursing through me.
“Oh really? Then why is he over here?” Another girl asked.
“Slut.” The first one said.
“Pornhub called, honey, they say your resume is too extensive.” I spat.
“I’m not going anywhere, why don’t you find somewhere else to be.” Pietro offered in an annoyed tone.
“Fine,” I shoved the bag in his chest, walking away, “But you’re finding a new place to live.”
It didn’t take him long to appear at my side, but I didn’t acknowledge his existence. I was still beyond pissed at the little act he pulled moments ago. He wouldn’t like it if I did that stuff to him, he’d be pissed. I’d get my ear chewed off, so why does he think it’s okay for him to do it? I still had my arms crossed over my chest, a clear indication that I was angry. Despite my body language, he still tried to talk to me.
He said that he was confused, which just pissed me off even more. What the hell does he mean? He doesn’t get to be confused, he gets to feel like an ass. I sent a glare his way, instantly shutting him up. I looked away from him, rolling my eyes and focusing on getting home. I’ll deal with him there, right now I’m too angry to talk to him. He didn’t even stand up for me, he just let them trash talk me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”Pietro shouted as I closed the door to the apartment.
“Oh, I don’t know, my boyfriend just completely forgot that my ass existed. Forgive me if I’m a little pissed off.” I glared, flipping him off.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“You were flirting with those girls! I heard you the entire time! One of them was even talking dirty to you!” I yelled, “God, Pietro, where do you draw the line?!”
“You’re just being jealous and oversensitive.” Pietro said, walking past me.
“I’m not any of those things! I’m just worried that maybe my boyfriend is cheating on me!” I yelled, feeling the anger mix with betrayal.
“I can’t help it, Y/n! The ladies like me, get over it. I’m not going to stop just because some worthless little girl doesn’t like it.” He spat, glaring at me.
I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words completely. Is that all I was to him? Just some little girl? Not his girlfriend or anything? My brows furrowed, and I took his words to heart. He can’t just get over himself for two seconds to listen to me? I took in a deep breath, realizing that his opinion on this matter wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. I saw his face soften, and I wiped the tears away from my eyes.
“Worthless?” I questioned.
“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He reasoned.
“Then how did you mean it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t respond, “That’s what I thought.”
With that, I quickly walked into the bedroom that him and I shared. I got out the suitcase that I took with me on extended missions. I started packing my things, no longer feeling welcome in here. I took a deep breath, sadness now kicking in rather than anger. I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved more clothes into the suitcase. I heard Pietro enter the room, thanks to the small breeze of wind that had picked up out of nowhere.
“What are you doing?” Pietro questioned.
“I am taking my worthless self out of here so you can continue living your wonderful life as a bachelor.” I said, zipping up the suitcase.
“You can’t leave me, Y/n. I love you, don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.
“Love me? You’ve been flirting and getting random chicks numbers the entire time you’ve been dating me, you don’t stand up for me when they insult me, then you call me a worthless little girl, and you have the audacity to say you love me?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.
“Please, just stay with me.” He pleaded, and I sighed as I looked into his eyes.
He looked like a lost puppy on a rainy day.
“Do you promise to stop flirting with people that aren’t me?” I questioned, slightly hopeful.
“I,” He stuttered, “I don’t.” He trailed off and I shook my head, laughing dryly.
“It’s nice to know that the man I’ve been dating for 3 years doesn’t love me enough to actually act like he’s dating me.” I said, moving past him and to the door.
“You don’t understand.” Pietro said, blocking the door.
“I understood clearlywhen you called me worthless,” Tears formed, “I understood when you flirted with the other girls and acted like you didn’t know me,” My voice broke, “And I understood when you couldn’t even promise you’d stop. I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”
“Just give me another chance, Princessa.” He said, cupping my cheeks.
“Pietro, don’t you get it?” I removed his hands from my face, “I’m exhausted! I’m mentally and physically drained from trying to take the pressure and the hurt of your actions. From arguing with you over the same things. I’ve given you dozens of chances.” I huffed, and he went silent.
I shoved him out of the way, walking out and slamming the door shut. Tears fell from my eyes as I left the complex, my suitcase on my shoulders like it was a backpack. The weight of the entire event settled onto my mind, and I angrily wiped my eyes. I didn’t expect him and I to actually end, but if he thinks I’m not good enough for him then I’ll leave him be. I know when to push, and when to walk away, and today it was the ladder.
I found myself walking to Tony’s place, which was the only place I felt like I could go right now. Questions swam through my mind, drowning out everything else. Had he been cheating on me? When did he decide that I wasn’t good enough? I was just so tired of fighting to keep him, and fighting to make him see that what he was doing was wrong. I was emotionally exhausted, and, in turn, it made me physically exhausted.
“What are you doing here?” Tony asked, not looking at me as I entered the room.
“I,” I took a deep breath, “I was hoping I could stay here for a little while.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He turned around, hearing the sadness in my voice.
“It’s nothing.” I shook my head as he came closer.
“Well, I’d love to hear about nothing.” He joked.
“We broke up.” I held back a cry.
“What? Why? Do I need to kill him?” Tony asked, visibly concerned.
“He just makes me exhausted.” You sighed.
“Well, how about you have a seat and I’ll pour us some drinks?” He offered.
“What’s the price?” I eyes him.
“Dirt, details, blackmail.” He stated, turning around and going to get a couple glasses.
*NSFW* I won’t be able to think about frosting the same again. Enjoy! xxh ;)
It was a quiet and lazy morning in Harry’s apartment. The two of you had slowly gotten up and around for the day, taking your time and enjoying the rare occasion. You’d gone off to the kitchen a while ago, and Harry was still lounging on the couch, dozing off again. He was brought back to reality by your voice, calling out.
“Harry, can you come here?”
He pushed himself off of the couch and rubbed his eyes, then came around the corner to find you kneeling on the counter in front of an open cupboard. Your hands were on your hips, looking very intently for something.
“What is it, love?” he asked, leaning up against the doorframe, a bit confused.
“Do you have any vanilla? I need it for a recipe,” you explained, turning to look at him, “We’re going to your Mum’s and I told her I’d bring desert.”
He thought for a moment, confused expression painted on his face, and then his eyes grew wide as he remembered.
“I’ll grab it,” he said, “I always keep it tucked away over here because I hardly ever bake anymore. Catch?”
You cupped your hands out in front of you and (thankfully) caught the small glass bottle once it left his hands, “It’s still good, right? Not an ancient bottle of vanilla from your baking days?”
He smirked, “Jus’ bought it a few months ago before the holiday, should be jus’ fine.”
You twisted the tiny cap off and took a breath in, “Smells okay to me,” you laughed, “the last thing I need is to poison your family with a cake because of bad vanilla, I’m finally starting to get on Gemma’s good side.”
“They’ll love it regardless, and you know they love you too,” he assured you, coming up behind you and grabbing your waist. He spoke into your hair, “Don’t see why anyone wouldn’t love you, you’re perfect.”
You were glad to be facing the wall, because your cheek grew red embarrassingly quick, “Harry, you know that’s the farthest thing from the truth,”
“Yeh can argue all you want, petal, but we both know I’m right,” he teased, “What are you making anyway?”
Music blared from her speakers as Y/N started to get ready for the dance. Singing along to the lyrics she walked into her closet, coming to a stop in front of her dresses. She still hadn’t decided what dress she was going to wear and she sighed in frustration as she looked through her walk in closet. One side of the closet was dedicated to dresses and she looked at them, trying to decide what color she wanted. Black? White? Turquoise? Red?
Her eyes landed on a pink and silver dress, hiding among the rest. She had brought this dress for last year’s homecoming but had changed her mind at the last minute. Pulling it off the rack, she held it out in front of her. The strapless dress was sparkly silver at the top with a light pink ribbon around the waist. The light pink material below the waist fell just above her knees. Smiling she held it against her body, standing in front of the mirror. It was perfect.
Placing it down on her bed, she returned to her closet to find her sparkle silver heels. Grabbing them from the shelf, she placed them next to her dress. It was the perfect outfit for the evening. She smiled as she imagined Peter’s reaction to seeing her in the dress.
She glanced over at the clock on her bed stand. 2:00pm. She had four hours until Ned would be at her house. The two of them planned to ride together, meeting Peter and Liz at the dance. Y/N was still not happy about Peter bringing Liz to the dance and to be perfectly honest she was more than happy to stay home and have a movie night by herself. The only problem was Ned. He kept bugging her about it so she finally caved and agreed to go with the three of them.
It had been almost a week since Peter had told Y/N that he was bringing Liz to homecoming. Since then she had hardly talked to him. She did her best to avoid seeing them because now Liz was with him almost all the time at school. At lunch, Y/N made up excuses about having to finish a project and ate lunch in the library. In the hallways, she did her best to go the long way to her classes because it meant she wouldn’t have to see them together. Sure, Peter and Liz were still only friends but it hurt Y/N to see them hanging out.
“Ow!” Y/N groaned, clutching her stomach from the sudden pain.
She slowed her breathing, taking in deep breaths as her stomach continued to hurt. Sitting down on her bed, she felt herself become nausea and continued to take deep breaths hoping the feeling would pass. When another sharp pain emitted from her stomach, she laid down, and closed her eyes, willing the pain to go away.
“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!”
Y/N opened her eyes to see Ned standing above her. She groaned as she rolled over onto her side, clutching her stomach.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“6:00! We were supposed to leave now,” Ned said. “Do you feel ok? You look pale.”
Y/N shook her head. “I feel awful.”
“But you have to feel better! You need to come to homecoming. Peter needs to realize that he needs to be with you and not her!”
“I-I don’t think I’m gonna go,” Y/N said, scrunching up her face in pain.
Ned’s face dropped but he nodded his head, understanding. “You’ll come if you feel better right?”
Y/N nodded. “Of course.”
He squeezed her hand before leaving the room. Y/N grabbed her phone from her nightstand to see three texts from Peter.
When are you and Ned getting to the dance?
Liz and I are on the way.
We’re here. Where are you?
The last message was from ten minutes ago but Y/N placed her phone next to her, ignoring the messages. He would find out soon enough that she wasn’t going to be there. Ned would probably be at the school any minute to tell him.
Her stomach felt a bit better, but she was still nausea. Turning on her tv, she put on Netflix resuming the last episode of the show she was currently watching. Luckily, it wasn’t anything that took a lot of brainpower and she laughed as the characters continued their crazy antics.
The next hour, Y/N drifted in and out of sleep, only getting up once to use the bathroom. Just as she was laying back down, the familiar sound of her window opening caught her ear. She glanced over to see Peter quietly climbing in, still in his tux from the dance, and land gracefully on the floor. He closed the window behind him before turning around to face her. She blushed, finding him quite attractive in his tux.
“H-hey,” he said, quietly.
“Peter! Hey! What are you doing here?” she asked, forgetting that she was trying to avoid him at the moment.
“Ned said you weren’t feeling good, so I thought I would make sure you were ok.”
“I’m fine. You didn’t have to come and leave Liz all by herself,” she said, laying down.
“But I wanted to,” Peter replied, confusion in his voice.
“Well now you see I’m fine you can go back.”
“Well I…I was thinking maybe I could stay over and we could watch a movie or something.”
“You would rather stay with me than be with Liz at the dance?”
Peter nodded, running his fingers through his brown hair. “Yea. I like her and all but I would rather hang out with you any day.”
Y/N laughed. “Even when I’m sick?”
“Even when you’re sick.”
Peter walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. “Please tell me my sweatpants are still in here? This tux is uncomfortable.”
“You have a pair of shorts in there….”
Peter turned around. “Y/N, where are my sweatpants?” His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. “Are wearing them and one of my t shirts?”
“They’re comfortable!” she said, holding her hands up in defense.
“I know,” Peter said, laughing. He grabbed the pair of yellow gym shorts from her drawer and one of his many t shirts that had accumulated in her drawer. “How do you have so many of my shirts?”
“I always forget to give them back to you,” she said, referring to when she would stay at his place and want to wear a comfortable shirt instead of one of her’s.
Peter smiled, walking into her bathroom and closing the door behind him. When he reemerged his tux was no where to be seen. He had on his yellow gym shorts with a blue Midway t shirt. Y/N blushed as she looked at him, finding him more attractive than when he was in his tux.
He layed down next to her, both of them rolling onto their sides to face each other.
“So how was the dance?” she asked.
“It was…ok,” he said. “It would have been better if you were there.”
Y/N smiled. “Was Ned having fun?”
“Yea. He was actually dancing with Michelle when I left.”
Y/N laughed as Peter’s hand moved to hers and intertwined with her fingers with his. They had held hands before but this time there was something different about it. Y/N’s heart beat faster and she was sure Peter could hear it with his superhuman senses however he was nice enough not to say anything.
As the two of them laid on Y/N’s bed watching a movie, they found themselves becoming tangled up. Y/N’s head was resting against Peter’s chest, while his hand was placed on her stomach. Throughout the movie, Y/N continued to doze off but each time she woke up, Peter was still there, his eyes glued to the television screen.
The next time she woke up, the sun was streaming through her windows. Her head was still on Peter’s chest and she could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. Her stomach was feeling slightly better as she stood up to use the bathroom.
When she returned, Peter had woken up, his brown hair messy, as he looked over at her.
“Good Morning,” she said, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door.
He stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug.
“I had fun last night. Thanks for letting me stay.”
“I’m glad you came.”
They took a step back from each other and Y/N watched as Peter walked over to the window, opening it quietly.
“Going to save the world?” she asked.
Peter nodded. “I’ll come by later and we can hang out again.”
“Sounds like a plan, Spiderman.”
Y/N sat at her desk, finishing her math homework that was due tomorrow. She was having a hard time focusing as her mind kept replaying everything that had happened last night with Peter.
“Y/N,” Peter said from behind her.
She turned around to see Peter closing the window. He was still dressed in his red and blue Spiderman suit and he pulled the mask off, tossing it to the floor.
“Save a lot of people today?” she asked, giving him a hug.
“Stopped a bike thief, gave an old lady directions. I’d say it was good day,” he said, smiling.
She laughed pulling away from him. As she took a step away his gloved fingers locked with hers. Before she could do anything his lips were pressed against hers. She smiled as he moved his head away, his brown eyes locked on hers.
“I-I forgot to do that earlier,” he said, an embarrassed smile on his face.
Standing on her tip toes, she pressed her lips against his. “It’s ok,” she replied, knowing that he had finally realized how he felt about her.
Authors Note: You guys are awesome! Thank you so much for the positive feedback. I plan on doing one more part to conclude this story. ❤️ Lexi
when he realises that he likes you he would ask his members
and the advice would start with
“Woo her with words, write her a song and serenade to her!”
“Be lowkey and cool about it. Buy her a burger and then just casually drop it”
“Just be straight forward about it. Tell her you like her and if she likes you back take her out”
he would probably go with Mark’s being cool and lowkey way
but he would fail bc damn I just don’t see him succeeding
so he would want to buy you a burger but then forget
and then he would try the convenience store
and think to himself that a cream cheese Sandwich would do the jb right?
so he meets you and is like
“Yeah I got that for me- no wait for you. I bought this for you”
and you would take it and be like
“Aw thank you but I’m lactose intolerant”
And he’ll just malfunction a little
“Mark told me that would work and I should just be lowkey and cool about liking you! And now I forgot you are lactose intolerant!”
and you just looked at him while biting your lip and he kept complaining so you just shushed him
“I like you too Yugyeom”
And his eyes were suddenly as big as his fake confidence
and there was this awkward silence for a second and then he was like
“Can I hug you?”
and you nodded and laghed at how cute that was like awwwwwwwww
and then he excuses himself because he needs to use the toilet
BUT THAT’S JUST A LIE
he actually texts into the 97′liner group chat and probably calls Bambam or something
the other members have two moods
Jinyoung and JB in the living room with you while Yugyeom was on the toilet or smth
and it was dead silent while they looked at you judgingly
the clock on the wall made the only sound
and you’d just sit there and look at your knees
and then JB would be protective as he is
“Bring him back by 10″
“Yes ma’- sir. Yes sir!”
and then Yugyeom would finally come in and be like
“Whut’s goin on”
you had no idea tbh
“Before you go. I don’t want to be a grandfather so protect”
“Don’t have sex at all. Jaebum what kind of values do you try to teach our children?”
And then the two start bickering and Yugyeom just slowly pulls you away
but the two don’t want to be mean they just want to protect their youngest
but then on the other hand you would have Bamba who’s just like
He would put a lot of thought into dates but don’t mention it
like not bc he is humble but because he will deny it
let’s say he took you out to a restaurant
he would request the flowers on the table to be your favourite
but if you asked he would go
“What??? Don’t be delusional!!”
but you know
One time you took him ice skating
turns out he can’t ice skate but felt too daMN COOL TO ADMIT
so now he stand stiff on the ice while you push him
but if you speed up even a bit
he will be full o panting and fearing for his life
“Stop Y/N or I will just sit down and pull you down with me!”
he is just bluffing
you thought and didn’t slow down
and then suddendly it’s like a tower fell
and inevitably you fell too and now everyone is staring at the human mass on the floor
quietly swearing at each other
you decide it would be good to just go for a coffee too
sometimes you two would just lay around and suddenly he goes
“how many chilis do you think I can fit in my mouth?”
and you are just like
“Yugyeom don’t you will regret that so much!”
and he is just like
the next day bambam facetimes you to show you Yugyeom crying while drinking milk
“I don’t even feel sorry for you I told you!”
out of pure interesst you would want to know how many he could put in though
He would be super caring for you though
always making sure you ate and drank and slept enough
if you were out together and a breeze hit he would immediatly throw a piece of his clothing around you
“i’m not even cold!”
“yes but I don’t want you to get sick!”
If you ever got sick though
even if it was just the slightest stuffed nose
he get’s you enough medicine to cure the entire nation
and a preach about that one time four months ago you went out with slightly damp hair and how he told you it will get you sick
he would love holding you
he would bury you in his body
would love leaving little kisses in your face randomly
he would bite you too
but god if his members would be even Close
he is two meters away from you
you better know he would not see the end of it if the members would see him even just brushing a body part of yours
I think he would also like to be the small spoon every now and then
with his head on your chest and his arms around your waist while talking to you
about his dreams and hopes
and also his worries
and you would need to reassure and soothe him
he would be there for you
and while he wouldn’t want to come across sappy 22/7
there would be those moments he would get serious and tell you things like
“I’m always there for you!”
“No matter what it is you can come to me and I will help you with it!”
“You mean the world to me!”
“I love you”
But especially saying “I love you” would be special to him and he wouldn’t want to say it too often
you knew when he did he really meant it
more often then not you would be teasing each other
“Hey dumbfuck pass me the salt”
“Why you need salt you have enough in your soul”
“Sweet how you think you can diss me”
“Sweet how you think I can’t”
and if anyone doesn’t know it’s just your basic way of communication they’ll be like
“Are they fine?”
and Jinyoung is just standing there like
“Susan wht do you mean that’s young love on it’s peak. Look at them bickering. Love birds”
I feel like fights would happen quite regularly
but they are more just petty, stubborn, heated convos
and they don’t last long
10 minutes max
he would show you dances he is working on
and sometimes bc he is a little fucker™
he would show you dances that are waaaaaay too sexy
and then you sit there like
“what is that?”
“just a choreo what do you mean?”
sometimes you would see him Play with Coco and giggle like a small Boy
or curl up while sleeping while his mouth slightly open
and you think about how cute and adorbly he is
and other times you remember that oneIf You Do Performance
and yeah uhm so much about cute Yugyeom
Overall: Dating Yugyeom would be full of fun an laughter. While he would often want to seem all tough and cool he would have the weakest, softest spot for you, caring for you crazily much and showing you so too.
Description:When Ashton forgets about Valentine’s Date he has with Y/N, thoughts and emotions immediately start running through her mind.
The clinging sound of your heels filled the kitchen as you prepared the last things for the night. Candles, home-made meal, flowers, everything was perfect. You always hated Valentine’s because you never had anyone to celebrate it with. Your last couple of relationships would always end right before the 14th, so it was not even weird that you were looking that much forward to the night. It all seemed like a movie. You had bought new lingerie, made him food like you were some kind of mum - even though you had to call Calum to get him to help you. Nothing could go wrong.
Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 3
Title: Picture Perfect
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 4,623
Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you
You stared at the mug that stood in front of you on the coffee table, the hot beverage having gotten cold long ago. What was it again? Jody had offered it to you but you didn’t even remember what you told her, your thoughts were clouding your vision the entire time. You knew Dean was upstairs with Mary, probably talking to her. You didn’t know if he was trying to explain to her what was going on. But if he was you were sure he would have been having a really hard time. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening on the first place yourselves, how could you explain it to a little girl? Gosh, she must have been so confused and maybe scared. That was not the way you wanted it to happen, not that you had ever thought it would, but she was only a little child. How could she take all of this?
You couldn’t even begin to think how Dean would be feeling at the moment either. You knew very well that his emotions just like yours would be mixed. On one hand his brother, the one he loved more than anything, was back from the dead. But on the other hand he was the father of the child he considered as his, the child he raised as his own, and… the man you loved way before him and for much longer.
As far as Sam was concerned, well, the last time you saw him it was on the living room after… Mary called Dean “dad”. You knew that no matter what was going to happen after this, you would never forget the look you saw on the younger Winchester’s face. It was going to hunt not only your days but also your dreams, that much you were sure about. You couldn’t clearly describe it, not entirely. You knew that he was heartbroken but you couldn’t exactly grasp the extend to which he was hurting. You probably didn’t even want to imagine how much he would be suffering at hearing his own child, his first and only child, call another man that was actually his brother her dad.
As that your mind raced back to the moment you opened the door and came face to face with the man you loved more than anything but considered to belong ago dead.
“Sam” you breathed out, your heart leaping to your throat. It came as a statement but not a conscious one, almost like a reflex before you could realize it. Because for all you knew it could be a demon parading in your… boyfriend’s body. Gosh the mere thought felt so foreign all of a sudden.
“H-Hey baby.” his voice sounded a little more hoarse than it usually would but not really different than what you remembered.
Summary: dan’s never had sex with a boy and he wonders what it’s like. phil says that he can show him. (literally just 2009 first time porn with minimal plot)
Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: smut (blowjob, butt sex ya know the whole deal), swearing
A/N: i literally haven’t written in almost two months but for some reason i felt possessed to write practically 6k words of porn in two days so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who even knows at this point tbh (title from Heaven in Hiding by Halsey)
Dan had never really been so sure about liking boys. Sure, he had identified as bisexual for a few years now and he liked the way that felt. It certainly seemed like a label that fit when he thought about all the cute boys he saw in movies and a couple that he had brief crushes on over the years. But more often than not it seemed like the other boys his age were too brash and loud. And yeah, most of the time he was like that, because after all, he was young too. They were all just trying to figure things out and they would probably calm down with age.
Nevertheless, this made Dan feel like he would never actually like a boy enough to want to date one. He wanted someone that he could have an emotional connection with too, not just something physical like all the boys he met at parties seemed to want.
summary; both Shawn and Y/N may still be fighting for each other, but it’s a matter of if time is working with or against them
p.s. shout out to the one and only @mendes2k17 for helping me develop the plot,, it actually helped me write a huge part of this bahaha
p.p.s. if you haven’t read part 1&2 to this series, now would be a good time to or else this will make almost no sense and of course, your heart won’t hurt as much if you haven’t read the other two parts before this bahaha
Breakups. You’ve been through some before you and Shawn’s. Multiple in fact. So why does this particular heartbreak hurt as if it’s your first? Maybe it was because you guys were going so strong. Or maybe because he treated you so good that it just felt right to be in his arms. You could tell yourself that everyday, but deep down you knew it was because you were still in love with him. So deeply in love with him that these past four months and nine days have been misery. You’ve never spent such a long period of time in pure agony.
They all asked what the worst part of your breakup was, and although you answered with ‘I miss Shawn,’ it was really that even with everything he put you through – the trauma, the pain, you’d still take him back. It hurt even more to know that he was probably over you, your thoughts confirmed by the last time you saw him at the club. You regretted even bringing up the break, but you regretted not doing anything to fix it even more.
Tonight was one of those nights where you wouldn’t leave your bed. After the first two months that you stayed with your parents, they eventually kicked you out claiming that you’d do nothing but party and sleep. They were right about you doing nothing with your life anymore, but it was hard to when you were in a constant cycle of drinking to forget the pain and sleeping to avoid the hangover and hurt as much as possible. Your friends did try to help you, but they eventually gave up soon after, too.
Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to
make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return
to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she
finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,809 (Jean-Ralphio voice: “I’m the wooooorst!”)
Warnings: angst, language, car trouble, mentions of alcoholism,
mentions of bad home life, revisiting childhood home, tw: seizures (mention),
medical emergency (mention)
You were really glad that your plan that you made up in a matter of seconds actually went how you wanted it to go; get Luke alone, make him all hot and bothered, and then leave him sweaty and baffled along with wanting more. Everything was going perfect.
Rating: R [A BIT OF SUB SPACE AND JUST A TAD BIT OF A PAIN KINK, ALONG WITH LUKE BEING VERY DOMINATE]
A/N: y’all asked for it, so here it is… hope you enjoy;)
Of course the room fell
completely silent when those words wisped out of your mouth; you really should
not be surprise on the reaction that you’re receiving. You were somewhat
praying that you would get a different reaction, not one of surprise or shock,
but something that would make you generally happy and excited rather than a
stone cold glare and a fake smile.
You let your arms slump
to the side of your body as you stared at your green haired friend with wide
eyes; your back begins to curve in as you become the same height as the boy
that sits before you as your bottom lip drops into a pout as you shuffle a bit
on your knees.
“Before I say anything
that would most likely hurt your feelings, can I ask you something?” He questions,
his pierced eyebrow rising up on his forehead as he leans back on your bed
post. You just roll your eyes and nod your head slightly to allow him to begin his
now overanalyzing questions.
“Are you happy with
what you did?” Michael ask, his bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he gives
you a serious look. His feet rubbing over each other in his knitted grey socks
as you suck in a breath, before pushing your hand throughout your hair to get
rid of a bit of a tangled mess.
“Do you not want me to
be happy with what I did?” You question, eyes bearing into his as you cock your
head to the side and look at him with concern. He just rolls his eyes, drops
his lip from out of his mouth and lets a sigh escape him.
“First off, it’s not
about me, it’s about you. And second, I’m not the one who slept with my next
door neighbor.” He states, annoyance clear in his voice but you just ignore it
and shift around more on your knees as your lips tug into a smirk.
“Actually remember that
one time where-“
“That was years ago.”
“Actually six months!”
“But she wasn’t a
parent who was battling custody for their child.”
You let a groan slip
out of your mouth as you shut your eyes and throw yourself backwards on your
bed. The sheets below you crumple underneath the weight of you as you toss your
head around and kick your feet against the mattress, causing it to bounce
around under your weight.
“Stop acting like a
child and answer my question,” Michael muttered as his arms came and wrapped
around your ankles to stop the heavy movements.
“Michael it’s not that
serious!” You exclaim, hands by your sides beginning to grip the sheets.
“Uh… Yeah it is? You had
sex with a guy who is emotionally unstable, you took advantage of him,” He
explained, voice confident and sounding like a parent, which causes you to groan
and look up towards your ceiling.
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, like literally 2 and a half months
There was no doubt that Iceland wasn’t beautiful, But you weren’t here for scenery. Actually, there was a Hydra base here. It had been spotted by the local authorities and not taken seriously. But when the officer who reported it went missing it was something the team couldn’t ignore.
Ever since you and Bucky had got together Steve always put you two together on missions. He trusted the two of you to look after each other while he would stay with some of the least capable S.H.I.E.L.D agents. And, even though you weren’t an official Avenger, you were treated as such.
The base was small. Only two people needed to be there, so you and Bucky were chosen.
‘We got any coffee, darlin’?’ you had just got out of the shower, quickly slipping into your favourite shirt and shorts (AKA bucky’s shirt and some clean boxers). You were walking into the tiny kitchen when you saw Bucky bent over, head stuck in one of the cupboards. His ass was stuck out and you couldn’t resist yourself. Taking your right hand, you swung it as far back as you could. Bringing it down harshly on his backside, you heard a slap then a small yelp from the supersoldier. You giggled as he turned to find you, your arms resting across your body; right hand covering your mouth.
Word Count: 1,722 A/N:
For prompt 4: masturbation, I thought how often Bucky would be stuck listening to Tony and Steve butt heads at a meeting. When I pictured him running late and missing an anniversary dinner with the reader, I thought, “Now what would be a good punishment?” And well, that was the inspiration here… Lol. Do I even need to say it? Smut.
Written by: @dragonsrequiem
His first clue as to how much trouble he was in for missing your anniversary was when you told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Aw, but doll… Steve and Tony kept bickering over the best protocol on the upcoming mission!”
“Bucky, how old are you?” You asked in an arch tone, and his bottom lip went out in a little sulk. “Physically or in actual years?” He tried, hoping to hit your sympathetic side and get a little reprieve.
Oh shit, yup. He was in trouble. He began to approach you with his hands up in an apologetic gesture, but you poked that broad, sexy chest of his and pushed him back towards the chair you kept in the corner for reading. He knew he could easily grab the hand and kiss you until you forgot just how mad you were, but he also knew that sometimes it was best to just admit it when he messed up. And since he had missed your much planned and anticipated anniversary dinner by 9 hours without a call, he would be an idiot to think he hadn’t messed up.
Secret Encounters - Dean Winchester x Reader (Single Father AU)
Title: Secret Encounters
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: —
Warnings: Age gap, Reader is twenty something years old
Summary: Imagine being in a secret relationship with your best friend’s father, Dean Winchester.
A/N: I read something that inspired this, so I am not the one that came up with it in the first place but this is all still mine so enjoy!
He was tall, dark and handsome. How more cheesy could it get?
Whenever you stared at him you felt like time would stop. How was it even possible? The only words you could think of to describe him were exactly those. Alright maybe not the dark part. Whenever he’d smile at you or anyone around him it felt like the entire room would light up and your heart would soar, a smile forming on your lips too. It felt almost contagious but he had such a kind soul, so selfless, generous and kind that it was impossible not to be happy with his own happiness.
The first time you’d met him, as many you thought, you’d taken him to be more… rough. The full lips and sharp jaw along with the broad shoulders and strong arms as well as the jeans and black shirt and flannels he’d wear intimidated you for some reason as well as attracted you. He looked kinda scary at first, and when he spoke that deep gruff voice would make anyone think that he was a tough man but in reality when you got to know him he was such a gentle person. Dean Winchester was the definition of ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’, or at least up to some point.
His love for classic rock and his Impala was true, as was the fact that he was a ladies man. With a killer smile like that he could have anyone that he wanted and it was only proven by the numerous nights he spent at bars and then at some lady’s place. Well, lately that had started changing but from what you’d gotten to know and what you’d usually see he was a total flirt. Moreover, his love for pie and burgers along with childlike behavior was obvious by the boyish grin he’d sport sometimes. He was a kid at heart yet… such a real man at other times, knowing exactly what to do and how.