i have a secret crush on you but it's a secret

anonymous asked:

Yo could you share some of your headcanons for the deh kiddos :O ?! I'm really curious!!

*cracks knuckles* HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT (these are generally feel-good and going off of a Connor Lived And Everything Gets Better AU set of ten [+ one extra] headcanons for the kids where they’re all friends)

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I haven’t updated this in about 9 billion years so I’d say it’s time I updated it… Because there are so many reactions, I’ve put all of them under the cut!

As of February 5, 2017…


~ = TRIGGER WARNING

* = SEXUAL CONTENT


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Tree Bros Neighbors AU

(Another late night and another crap ton of head cannons)

  • Their windows are directly across from each other, so they can literally see into each others rooms.
  • They both think of each other as “The cute guy next door” But neither are willing to admit it.
  • Evan knows all of Connor little quirks and habits, like how he leaves on a night light, how he listens to classical music to fall asleep, how he can see him putting his hair in a pony tail then taking it out and then repeating the method until he gets it “right”.
  • Connor knows that Evan has trouble sleeping some nights, so he leaves him a classical music playlist on an old iPod beside his bed table labeled “Evan sleep, you’re welcome”. (yes, Connor broke into Evans house)
  • Connor has see Evan come home crying on multiple occasions after hard days at work or school, he starts to comfort Evan and offer his advice.
  • Connor sees Evan shirtless all the time, he loves his little back freckles.
  • He also knows that Evan wears star wars pajamas to bed, (which honestly is the cutest thing)
  • They start having regular convos about each others day while leaning through their windows at night.
  • One time, after a particularly rough day, they have a secret slumber party. Connor basically just spent the night comforting the panicked Evan who doesn’t feel safe alone (moms out of town)
  • Evan and Connor continue to sneak into each others rooms just to chill and talk, its a lot more comfortable to sit down then lean out your window for an hour
  • Evan loves to braid Connor’s hair, Connor has no idea how he knows and one night he asks, turns out Evan used to have a padawan braid as a kid.
  • Evan literally meets Connor in his room after he heard Connor’s parents screaming to each other over dinner about Connor’s mental health. A hug was never more needed 
  • They fiiiiinaly have their first kiss in Evans room, after he said he needed help with something to get Connor to come over.
  • “You bastard, i knew their wasn’t a problem”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! when you’re lying your ears get all red”

“You can see that from your room?”

“I have good vision”

  • They date, but in secret cause Connor knows his parents will hate their relationship.
  • Evans mom catches them together one morning after Connor spent the night there after a particularly bad panic attack.
  • She rolls with it, but she invited Connors fam for dinner
  • It goes about as well as Connor expected
  • Zoe is just excited for them, saying that her brother has had a crush on Evan since they were kids.
  • Cynthia is okay, a little confused at how she didn’t notice, bit okay that her baby is gay/bi
  • Larry tho…
  • “I knew you were up to something, Cynthia you have to realize this isn’t healthy. I mean, the last thing he needs is a boyfriend.. especially that boy”. “Larry this isn’t the time..” “Its his depression, he’s confused!”
  • Connor’s dad threatens to move, Cynthia actually has wanted to move so she doesn’t bother fighting it. Zoe and Connor on the other hand-
  • “We can’t move! I just made a… friend..”

“Oh! Is that all Evan is Connor? Didn’t you just say he was your-”

“I don’t know Dad!”

“Well, for someone who is in love.. thats not a good thing to say.”

  • Over the summer, Connor gets sent away to a camp to “help” him with his sexuality and depression. Mostly just to be sent away from Evan
  • Evan sent letters to him after Cynthia helped him find the P.O. address, but Connor never replies.
  • When he gets back, they’re both so distant…
  • Evan had the whole “tree thing” while Connor was away.
  • “What happened to your arm?” “You’d know if you read my letters?” “What letters?” “I sent you over 30 Connor, did you read any of them?” “No… I-” “forget it..”
  • T H E G R E A T B R E A K U P O F 2 0 1 7 
  • Evan and Connor keep their blinds shut for awhile.
  • Finally, Evan opens his. Ready to talk to Connor and see hows he’s doing.
  • Connors room is dark..
  • ITS NEVER DARK BECAUSE OF THE NIGHTLIGHT
  • Evan climbs over to Connor’s room to see if he’s okay, its midnight, Evan is freaking out until he find the body.
  • C O N N O R   D I E D 
  • HE TELLS THE MURPHY’S WHAT HAPPEN AND AT FIRST THEY BLAME EVAN BUT THEN EVAN IS JUST SOBBING SO THEY START TO CRY TOO CAUSE THEIR PRECIOUS BABY IS GONE
  •  “He wouldn’t be dead if i didn’t send him away Cynthia!” 

“Larry please its not your fault!”

“It is.. he was getting better, with Evan.. I tore them apart.. Its.. It my fault”

  • F U N E R A L
  • Evan is sitting in Connor’s room one night (he gets permission to do that now) and he looks over where the nightlight usually is.
  • There’s a note

“Dear Evan Hansen, Im sorry. Im sorry i cut you out of my life, I’m sorry i let me parents do it. The truth is, you don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve the mess that i am… You deserve the best Evan. I hope you'll understand the reason i did what i did.. I opened my window and waited for you Evan, I waited for you to open yours. But you didn’t, and I’m glad. Im glad you can continue with your life, safely. I read your letters that you sent, i needed to talk to you and make sure you were okay.. I hoped you’ve moved on, I do hope that you’re happy too. I think Ill miss you the most, I love you.

Sincerely-

Connor Murphy.

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
Our Pet Monster

TW: Mentions of Pedophilia

When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a conspiracy among the kids there.

I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.

And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.

I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in, the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but the twins were ecstatic to meet me.

Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in and they needed equal teams to play their games with.

There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.

But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of them shared.

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Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

Love Letters

Originally posted by joeck


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: zach dempsey fluff please!! 

Words: 1.735

A/N: This is my first Zach imagine and I hope that you guys like it. This is my last post until friday night, since I’ll be going back to school tomorrow. I am still writing and I can see the feedbacks and requests if there are some. I hope that you guys bear with me and I hope that you understand. Thank you so much, guys.

- G.

Warning: Swearing


Peer Communications was one of the subjects you looked up to everyday and you loved it because you learnt how to behave with people and how to communicate with them. You sometimes asked for help whenever you were down and needed some advices. You also studied some psychological topics and it helped you to be more empathic towards other people.

One more thing you liked about it was the notes of encouragement bag. You could write some anonymous notes to people and put it in their bag. Its purpose was to encourage people so they would value their self-esteem and their existence in this world.

You thought that the idea was amazing and innovative, because it has been awhile since you’ve been secretly receiving love letters from someone from your class. You could admit that the person perfectly cheered you up, making you more confident whenever they would leave one in your bag, but it didn’t help you to kill your curiosity to find out who the person was.

“(Y/N), you look so pretty whenever you smile and it melts me every time I see your lips curving and with those perfect white teeth of yours exposing.” Alex read that little piece of paper with a smirk as you were talking about your secret admirer.

You two were in the library with Zach and Jessica while you were waiting for your next subject: Peer Communications.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessica complimented as she took the piece of paper from Alex’s hand and read it once again, with a lower tone this time.

“It is.” You bit your lip as you tried not to smile too much because of it. “I wonder who it is.” You wouldn’t sleep sometimes because of it and, being your ultimate crush, you kind of wished that it was Zach.

“Jesus Christ, that’s too damn corny!” Zach complaint and shook his head.

“Stop being jealous, Dempsey.” You winked at him as you teased him, but you were absolutely broken hearted for his reaction. You shrugged it off since you hinted that he was having a bad day, because he just gathered his things and walked away. “Zach!” You shouted as you tried to stop him.

“Zachary Dempsey!” Jessica tried to stop him too, but he just ignored you and he got out of the library, annoyed and vexed.

“Shh!” The old and stressed librarian scolded you and you just flashed her an apologetic smile. You were embarrassed, because you got some looks from your other fellow students and you heard soft giggles from Alex.

“I’m pulling your septum ring away if you don’t stop.” You threatened him and he suddenly closed his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Just kidding, Standall!” You and Jessica then giggled silently and Alex shook his head.

“(Y/N),” Alex became serious as he looked at you, straight into your eyes. “I think he’s jealous.”

“Jealous? Who?” You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” He let his face fall on his hands as he unleashed a long and deep sigh. “Zach!”

“What the fuck are you saying Alex?” You snatched a piece of paper from Alex’s hand and you started to gather your things. It was impossible that Zach was jealous, how could he? Didn’t he think that those stuffs were damn corny? “Don’t think about it that way, Mr. I jump into conclusions easily.”

“Why the fuck are these people so touchy?” Alex complaint as he looked at Jessica and pointed at you. You and Jessica both chuckled because Alex thought that you were annoyed and frustrated.

“I’m not being touchy, bro!” You defended yourself and you looked at your wrist watch for the time. “We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass up.”

“Alright, let’s go.” They started to gather their things and you all went out of the library as you headed to your next class.

“Wait, I forgot my book!” Jessica exclaimed as she was controlling the books in her bag. “(Y/N), mind joining me?”

“Oh, sure!” You smiled at her and you were about to go away, when Alex stopped you.

“I’ll go with her, go inside the class (Y/N) and save us our seats.” Alex proposed and you just shrugged it off. They both went to Jessica’s locker and you entered your room.

“Zach?” You were surprised to see Zach and he was about to put a piece of paper inside your encouragement bag. How? You thought he never liked those stuffs.

“(Y/N)!” His eyes widened as he saw you entering the room. He didn’t expect to see you and he was frightened because you caught him. “Uhm, I- I…” He stuttered and he didn’t know what to say.

“You are my secret admirer?” You corrugated your forehead as you brought your hand to your slightly opened mouth, shocked of the revelation.

“Uhm,” He wandered around the room as he felt nervous and you could see that he was blushing. “read this.” He walked closer to you and handed you the paper, instead of putting it in your bag. He was already caught in action, why would he even escape?

“Thank you.” You shyly said as you carefully accepted the paper from his hand.
You slowly opened the folded paper and you were honestly excited to read what was written in it.

Dear (Y/N),

Hi! How are you? I know that it’s been awhile since you started receiving love letters from me and your curiosity is killing you every time, I always see you frustrated after reading my notes.
Anyway, I know that I suck at writing, but I wanted to let you know that I am liking you more and more every day. I am happy to be your friend and being just a friend is enough for me, if you don’t feel the same way. I sometimes hope that you feel or will feel the same way about me too, anyway. I am keeping my fingers crossed,

Take care always,
Zach
.

You silently read the short letter as the two of you stood in the middle of your classroom. You looked at Zach and you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heartbeat was getting louder and you became nervous and enthusiastically happy at the same time.

You wondered, though, why he acted strange earlier if he felt that way? Why would he be jealous, like what Alex hypothesized? Damn, look what Alex could do at you!

“Zach, you are the sweetest person ever.” He smiled at you and he pulled you into a hug.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me,” You hugged him back and you were amazed by the height difference that you both had. He was surely tall and you had to admit that you felt a little bit small. “your friendship is enough.” He murmured and you could hear in his voice that he was wishing for more.

“Zach,” You broke the hug so you could see his handsome face. “you are sweet, kind and funny. It’s not impossible to not like you back.” You honestly confessed back and you quickly saw a wide smile forming on his lips, while he fidgeted with his fingers and looking at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

It was true that you had a crush on him for a while now and you never had the guts to admit it because you thought that it was the boy who should do the first step. Yup, old style.

“Rosie’s tonight then?” He happily asked. “So, we can talk about it.”

“Yeah, sure!” You hyperactively nodded and he let out some soft laughs.

You and Zach stared at each other for a while and you both didn’t know what to say because the awkward atmosphere. At that moment, you hated your classmates for not coming inside the classroom until the bell rang and you hated Jessica and Alex because they were taking too much time to get the freaking damn book.

“Zach!” You suddenly blurted out as you remembered that something was bothering you. “Why did you say that those stuffs were corny if you were the one who writes them?”

“The one that Alex has read wasn’t from me.” He seemed disturbed at the thought of that little letter.

“So, you were really jealous?” You smirked as you teased him and he rolled his eyes.

“Uhm, yes,” He almost whispered as he answered your question sincerely. He looked at the ground as he tried to hide his reddish face. “because I saw that you were so happy because of it and I thought that you didn’t like me and you liked that one, instead.“ He explained and you just giggled. You didn’t know that he was that possessive and you honestly loved it. A possessive and overprotective boyfriend was what you were asking for.

“Silly!” You shook your head because he thought that you didn’t like him. “I still wonder who wrote that note though.”

“My fault!” Alex entered the classroom and winked at Zach, who was already giving him a death glare. You raised an eyebrow as you asked for explanations from that vexatious friend of yours. “I knew that he liked you and I told you that he was jealous.”

“Damn it, Standall!” Zach complaint, but Alex didn’t seem to care that much. You smiled because you understood what he tried to do and you couldn’t help but to love that idiot even more, of course, as a friend.

“Congrats!” He cheerfully teased the two of you. “By the way, I really thought that you have a really nice and perfect smile, (Y/N), and I can confirm it now.” He pointed it out as he saw you smiling widely for his actions.

You shook your head together with and stopped as soon as the bell rang. You went to your seats as the other students came inside the room. You kept on getting smirks and teasing winks from Alex, but you just threw him a crumpled paper in response.

Your favourite subject was about to start and you wanted to thank your teacher for making those bags of encouragement up. It was really a useful and a pleasant idea.

At least, it helped you to be more confident and it has got you a date for that night.


Roses ⚘

(part I) Summary:  Where Bucky Barnes hates you and you hate him or where Bucky Barnes only has eyes for you but you have eyes for someone else

Warnings: none I think, this is long tho ya’ll RIP.

Authors note: My third imagine you guys for the support! And thank you to my new followers for following me! Also this is divided into two parts: it starts out with your POV and then switches to Bucky’s


The kitchen is packed when you walk in. Steve had asked for the team to meet briefly, along with a few other lab techs and agents. You were one of those agents. You were recruited about two years after the avengers were reestablished and  due to your aptitude in computers you hacked for Fury and due to your aptitude in hand to hand combat and weaponry you occasionally went on missions with the Avengers team.

You walk over to the counter where you find your usual cup of coffee waiting. You pick it up and take a long sip, eyes closing in content. Looking over at Natasha you raise your mug and give her a smile. Over the course of a year you and the Black Widow had become friends and now you were fairly close. Every morning you found a cup of coffee on the counter, made exactly how only you like it, half cream and one sugar. Natasha wasn’t openly affectionate but you knew it must be her, she showed affection in subtle ways.

Steve taps a spoon against his mug and the room quiets.“I just wanted to let you all know that we’ll be going over strategy at twelve today. So be there. Oh and meet in the training room, we’ll be usin’ the climbing rope for some exercises” You give a loud sigh, forgetting for a moment how quiet the room is. You hated those ropes.

“What, scared you’ll break a nail princess?” a deep voice says.

Your face contorts as a chorus of ooohs echoes across the room. You turn towards the bane of your existence.

Bucky Barnes.

“No” you snap “But you should be worried about breaking a hip, grandpa” muffled snickers wash over the room as you fix Bucky with your best death glare. But before he can retaliate Sam pipes up.

“Can we reschedule this WWE smack down for after I’ve eaten breakfast?” 

Laughter erupts and you roll your eyes before walking over to stand next to Natasha as the agents start to disperse. 

You despised James Barnes and he hated you in turn. When you first joined the team Bucky seemed shy towards you, but then again he was shyer in general back then. But one day he made a snippy remark towards you, and you being the person you are sassed him right back, and then a rivalry was born. You  know Bucky hates you because he thinks you’re a spoiled little princess who thinks she’s too good for everyone and anything. You didn’t know why he thought that.

Okay you kinda did. 

You were the type of person who is always put together, you enjoyed pampering yourself and  dressing in cute outfits and always have your nails and hair done. You hated the fact that Bucky stereotyped you like so many people had before and vowed to work harder to prove him wrong. Your sense of style had nothing to do with your fighting abilities.

“I see you and Barnes are still at odds.” Natasha murmurs giving you a smirk.

“When will we not be?” You snort

“Hmmm… I don’t know, you know heat can often be mistaken for hate” the redhead says looking down at your coffee mug.

“Please, as if I could ever be with someone who looks down on me just because I enjoy fashion.” You take a sip of your coffee and look over to where Bucky’s sitting with Steve. He really was handsome, with that soft dark hair,strong jaw, piercing eyes and his muscular frame. He even made that metal arm work somehow. He always made the research techs blush and giggle with his compliments and made the team laugh with his sly comments. It’s really such a shame he was such a condescending jerk. You never would admit it, but it bothered you that Bucky singled you out. It reminded you too much of the times you had been the target in high school. And it’s depressing to know that nothing’s changed.

“Excuse me ladies,” You look up, only to meet eyes with the love of your life.

Steele Coulter.

Steele was truly a genetic marvel. With thick auburn hair, a body that looked like its been carved by the gods and a face adorned with a square jaw, plush lips, long lashes and unreal light brown eyes, you were salivating whenever he walked into the room. Steele steps in between you and Natasha, and grabs a muffin from the counter behind you. He shoots you and Natasha toothy smile before heading out, probably to the labs. Thankfully you were a master at concealing your emotions so no one knew about your little crush. 

“You have a little drool on your chin”

Well except for Natasha.

“Shut up,” you say, thankful no ones around to hear her

“You know I don’t think you and Steele would be the best fit.” Tasha says fixing you with her stare.

“Why not? He’s Sweet. Smart.Funny. Hot.”You tick off his qualities on your fingers

“I don’t know, I just think you’d click better with someone else.” she shrugs

“Who?” you press.

“Someone,” Natasha  says giving you her secret smile. You roll your eyes.

“Okay when you find that someone please let me know”

“Who says I haven’t already have?”

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You lay on the grass panting, after Steve’s climbing ‘lesson’ which ended in a long outdoor run in the heat, you’re pretty sure you’re never gonna be able to use your arms ever again. Or the rest of your body for that matter. Sam, Steele and Wanda lay next to you, with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha reclining in front of you and a couple of other agents laying down a few feet away. Sweat drips into your eyes and you wipe it away, and what looks like half of your face comes off onto the back of your hand. This is what you get for trying to make an effort this morning and putting on a little eye makeup. Of course Bucky-eagle-eyes spots this immediately and has to comment on it.

“You really put on makeup to train?” He says

“Why can’t you mind your own business for once in your damn life?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him.

“Okay that’s my cue to leave,” Sam says. sitting up.

 “You’re just in a hurry to go and try to woo ya lady friend” Steve snickers.

“Awww Sam you have a girlfriend?” You say looking over at him.

“Not exactly,” Sam scratches the back of his neck.

“He wishes!” Steve whoops “But that dame won’t give him the time of day”

“Shut up man” Sam groans standing.

“Don’t worry,she’s just playin’ hard to get.” Bucky says, and Wanda and Steele give encouraging nods.

“I hope so,” Sam chuckles. You smile up at Sam.

“If all else fails, give her flowers, girls can’t say no to flowers” You say. Natasha barely contains a snort.

“Hey!” You defend yourself “If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”

“I’ll take that into consideration, Simon Cowell” Sam bops you on the head. You give him a mock salute in return.

“Bye guys,” He calls over his shoulder as he walks away. 

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That night there’s a rose left in front of your door. You pick it up and place it in a vase in your room. Then you fall onto your bed and squeal into your pillow.Sitting up on your bed you stare at the flower you almost can’t believe someone’s taken an interest in you. Your mind races with the possibilities of who the flower giver could be. And then with the not so savory possibilities that it could be a mistake or a prank. You look at the rose’s velvety petals and sigh.

God you hope its from who you think its from.

All that week every morning you find a flower left in front of your door. Towards the end of the week you can barely contain your smiles. Friday morning rolls around and there’s no flower at your door. You hope this means that the flower giver is going to reveal themselves. Midday and then evening passes and still no flower giver. Disappointed you decide to go get carryout from your favorite restaurant to distract yourself. Walking down the corridor to your room you spy a figure pacing in front of your door. When they hear your footsteps, they freeze and look up. You look at them and then look at the massive bouquet of flowers in their hands.

You gasp. 

“No.Way.”


Bucky Barnes hates you.

He hates your smart mouth.

He hates how you roll your eyes at him.

He hates how you always smell good.

Okay, correction. Bucky Barnes hates how you make him feel.

He hates how your smile makes his stomach flip. He hates how your skin always looks so soft because it make him want to touch it. He hated how when you put your hand with its ridiculous stacks of rings and powder blue nails on his arm he could feel his knees growing weak. He hated how the first time he met you he was so distracted by how gorgeous your face was and how good you smelled he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

Bucky Barnes hates the fact that he’ll never be able you have you. 

 You’re too good, too sweet, too normal. He didn’t deserve someone like you. And besides a dame as beautiful as you wouldn’t want a freak with a metal arm. He’s resigned himself to this fact, but even still you make him weak. And he hates that most of all. So he snaps at you, undermines you, in hopes that if you would start to hate him he could hate you. But he could never hate you.

That’s why every morning he makes you a cup of coffee. Half of the cup is cream and one sugar, just like how you like it. Just so he could see your smile when you saw the mug on the counter and know that smile was because of him. 

“You know I think Y/N would be very interested in learning who’s actually making her coffee every morning” Natasha’s voice behind him makes him jump.

“Natasha. Please.” Bucky sets the mug on the counter and turns towards the redhead.

“Alright, alright” Natasha holds her hands up “Your slightly creepy secret is safe with me.” Bucky sighs and heads towards the fridge to grab some milk. Natasha’s voice follows him “Despite what you think, you’d be good for her Barnes. Even you don’t have your head so far up your ass that you can’t see that you’d be good to her.”

Bucky says nothing, and sits at a stool at the counter, making himself a bowl of oatmeal. Steve walks in, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, and then slowly the kitchen starts to fill. You walk in last, of course wearing one of your ridiculous outfits. Today it’s cutoff overalls a tight short floral top and a backwards baseball cap. Bucky hates your outfits. The make it impossible for him to concentrate. He also hates how that scientist Steele makes googly eyes at you. How most of the agents seems to. But Steele makes him bitter because he knows Steele’s everything that he’s not, and can give you everything that he can’t.

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Another thing Bucky hates? How you can look good with makeup smeared down your face. He can’t stop his eyes from following you as you get up to go get a late lunch with Wanda, Steele and Natasha.

A hand smacks the top of his head.

“What?” Bucky turns towards Steve.

“Make a move already you idiot.” The blonde says. 

“Shut up” Bucky groans running his hands through his hair. 

“You need to stop acting like a little boy on the playground, pulling her pigtails ‘cause you like ‘er” Steve snaps back. Bucky groans again. “And despite what you think you’re a good guy Buck. You deserve to be happy” Steve’s voice softens.

Bucky sighs,laying on his back. “I just-she just-” Bucky sighs again “I like her a lot Steve.”

Steve guffaws “You think I don’t know?”

“Ya don’t get it man-I like her almost too much,” Bucky mumbles. Steve rolls over and looks Bucky in the eyes.

“I get it. And I also get what you don’t get. How you need to make a move soon”

“Even if I was going to make a move it’s already too late.” Bucky says looking up at the sky “I-I’ve given her such a hard time I don’t think she would be interested.”

“It’s never too late. Just tell her how she makes you so nervous that you end up doing stupid things” Steve grins. “Works with the ladies every time”

“Man what do ya know about ladies?” Bucky laughs.

“Shut up.” Steve smacks Bucky “Just remember it’s never too late”

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“It’s never too late”

 Steve’s words echo in Bucky’s head when he heads back to his room that afternoon. And sitting on his bed, with this aching feeling of wanting clawing in his chest Bucky decides he’s going to take a chance.

He knows he can’t cold approach you and that you’d treat any compliments with suspicion. Suddenly your words echo in his head.

“If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”

So Bucky gets you flowers. That very night he goes out and gets a bouquet of roses and leaves one at your door that night. And then one the next morning.And the next and the next. The second day he notices how smiley you seem. The third day he hears you giggling with Natasha

“I can’t believe it Tasha, someone’s been leaving me flowers!”

It’s the fourth day and Bucky’s sweating. It’s Friday and he’s decided to tell you and try to ask you out. He spends three hours pumping himself up to actually do it and another hour trying to look presentable. He changes in and out of several shirts before wearing a black button down and jeans. And then he tries to tame his hair into submission. ‘Does it always look this greasy?’ Finally he picks up the massive bouquet of different flowers he bought ‘More flowers more of a chance she’ll say yes?’ and prepares to head out.

“FRIDAY?” Bucky calls out tentatively. He always felt damn strange speaking into open air.

“Yes Sergeant Barnes?” the program answers

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Ms.Y/N is currently heading up to her room from downstairs. Would you like me to contact her?”

“No, thank you FRIDAY” Bucky answers. He decides he’s going to meet you in the hall.

“You’re welcome Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky walks out of his room and he’s nervous it hits him like a wall and his palm starts to sweat. ‘I feel and look like a damn fool. I shouldn’t have gotten this invested in her.” Bucky thinks to himself. But for a moment he allows himself a future where you’ve said yes. Where you care for him even a little like the way he cares for you. And he wants that future.

Bucky hangs back in the corner before your hall for a little bit. Then he hears the click clack of your heeled shoes. He peeks around the corner. First he sees you-he always does. You look radiant, wearing a short long sleeved dress and those black heels he secretly loves on you. Then he notices the silhouette  standing in front of your door. The male silhouette. Steele’s silhouette. Bucky’s stomach drops. When he sees your face light up Bucky thinks that he would feel bitter. 

But he just feels sad.

‘I guess there is such a thing as too late’

He starts to slip away before you see him.As he turns around he hears your voice. It’s like a knife.

Your excited squeal. 

“No. Way.”


Part II -Coffee


tags: @stephie-senpai 

Friends? (M)

Request- Can I request a Jungkook smut where you are not his noona (you are younger or same age, but please not a noona) and you are quite innocent and naive, plus you are a virgin, and Jk and you are best friends, but he has the biggest crush on you, ans he finally confesses to you, and he tells you how much he wanted you and thought of you, and you are all embarrassed, and blushing, and such, cuz you are super innocent, plus is you first time. 

Sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you like it. Sorry if it sucks. 

Enjoy! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 

Originally posted by jeonbase


Your day started off like any other, getting up and ready for class and going to them. Your best friend saved you a seat, Jeon Jungkook. He had been your best friend since you could remember, he was always there. You could talk to him about anything, he was the only person who saw you fro who you truly were and didn’t judge. He always encouraged you to let the world see you, as he thought you were amazing. 

Of course Jungkook didn’t tell you everything he thought about you. You thought you and Jungkook had no secrets, but you were wrong. Jungkook had a huge secret you didn’t know, he was in deeply, madly, life consuming in love with you. 

For the past two years he knew it, but hid it. Thinking you wouldn’t accept his feelings. He didn’t feel good enough for you, you were so pure and innocent. You weren’t all that experienced, well not at all. You kissed someone before, but it didn’t even consist so tongue. Jungkook thought you were the most pure being in the world, he didn’t want anyone to taint your purity. Well except for maybe him.. 

“Jungkook?” You sweet voice took Jungkook out of his daze. He looked at you and noticed people getting up and leaving. How long had he spaced out for? 

“Is it over?” He asked you with wide eyes, he had dazed out for the whole lecture. Your giigle took him back to reality. 

“Yeah, its over. Come on sleepy head, we need coffee. Namjoon’s party starts at nine and goes on til like eight am, and we have to actual stay past two this time.” You push his shoulder. You pack up you stood up and left the lecture hall with Jungkook. 

“Hey, I was tired. And is that any way to treat your elder. I don’t think so, little one.” Jungkook slings his arm around your shoulder, walking down the school hall to get a much needed energy boost. To any one passing you would like like a couple, most people did. You acted like a couple it just didn’t include, sex and the titles. You held hands all the time and cuddled and you loved it, because Jungkook was your first love. 

What a pickle you both were in, both in love with one another, but not knowing each others feelings. You never thought Jungkook would like you back. He always dated, well not dated fucked, sexy confident girls, that knew what they were doing. You did not. You wouldn’t be confessing to him, not wanting to ruin your friendship and because you were scared as shit. You were just going to ignore your feelings and stomp on them. 

You often got jealous of his flings, the way they kissed him, the way his hands were on them it broke your heart a little. You longed to just have him hold you like that, why wouldn’t he? 


The day came and went rather fast. In no time you were walking into Namjoon’s apartment, the party already in full swing. You looked around and spotted Jungkook, leaning against a counter in the kitchen. You made your way to him, but your stride was ceased when a tall blonde came into sight. She grab Jungkooks face and kissed him passionately. You turned and made your way back out of the house again. You needed air and to watch a full series of a sappy romantic K-drama to make you feel better. 

It was so cliche, all of it. Boy best friend who fucks around, girl loves him but is to scared to say anything. You didn’t want it to be cliche you wanted to not love him in that way. It wasn’t your fault he was so perfect and made you feel like a butterfly. 

You were half way through the second episode when Jungkook messaged you. You unwrapped yourself from your warm covers and opened the message. 

Jungkook- Where are you? The party isn’t the same without you :( 

You scoffed at his message. why couldn’t he just have fun with the blond girl and leave you to lay in despair in peace. You knew you would be talking to him tomorrow anyway, why did he not just enjoy himself. You didn’t like drinking anyway. 

Jungkook- Y/N? 

You had forgotten to reply to Jungkook, as you were to wrapped up in your drama to care. It was by the fourth episode there was banging at your door. You groan in annoyance, getting up to get the door. You’re startled to see Jungkook when you open the door. 

“Jungkook, why aren’t you at the party?” You asked, but Jungkook pushed passed you and entered your apartment. You close the door behind him and follow him into the living room, taking a seat beside him. 

“Why did you leave tonight?” His eyes met yours when he finished his sentence. His elbows resting on his knees. His question took you by surprise. 

“How did you know I was-” He cut you off. 

“Yoongi told me you left straight after you came in. Why did you leave?” You try to think of a believable explanation. 

“I wasn’t really feeling well, so I just came home.” You avoided his eyes, you were never a good liar. 

“That’s such bullshit. Y/N I think you’re forgetting I’ve known you my whole life, I know when you’re lying.” You can hear the annoyance in his voice, but why was he so mad? You missed one party so what, who gives a fuck. You were beginning to get annoyed as well. 

“Why do you care so much? It’s just a stupid fucking party, Namjoon has one every week. So what I missed one.” You stood up and walked across the room. Running your hands over your face in annoyance, just wanting this night to vanish. 

“Well it fucking matters to me if you’re not there. Okay, it’s not the same without you.” 

“Why would you need me? You have that blonde girl.” You spit out in anger, regretting it the moment you said it. 

“Because shes not you, no one will ever be as good as you.” Jungkook stands up taking long strides to you, you walk backwards to put distance between you, until your back is against a wall, he traps you with his arms on either side of your head. You move your head I order not to look at him, but he grabs your chin to make eye contact. 

“What I’m about to say you have to promise you won’t stop being my friend because of it, okay?” You nod, curious to know what he has to say. “I love you and not in the your my best friend way. I love you in the way I can’t get you out of my head ever, your giggle makes my day, your smile brightens my world. I love you. I want to kiss you all over all day long, I want everyone to know that I love you. I want for you to be mine and only mine. I want to love you the way you should be loved. You drive me insane and i love it. There was so many times I wanted to pin you up against a wall and make you feel so good. I love you.” 

His confession made you speechless, you just stared back into his eyes. Jeon Jungkook loves you.. 

“You love me? Don’t joke like that Jungkook, its not nice.” You scold. 

“Y/N, I’m not joking.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook leans down and captures your lips with his. “Don’t be afraid, please.” He rests his forehead against yours. 

“Your telling me the truth?” 

“Yes. I know this is a lot, but just think about-” You cut his ramble off. 

“I love you too.” You don’t give him time to say anything else, you press your lips to his. You kiss for a few seconds before you pull away to giggle. 

“Why are you so fucking cute?” He groans. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. His strong arms hoist you up and carry you to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, you lay back and he crawls on top of you. He kisses you passionately, his tongue slipping past your lips. You moan into the kiss, the new experience is amazing. You slide your hands down and slip them under his shirt from his to take it off. He pulls away from you. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop.” His voice is laced with concern, but his eyes are filled with lust. 

“I want this. I want my first time to be with you.” You smile, pulling his shirt over his head. You sit up and take off your own. His eyes are trained on the swell of your breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He quickly latches his lips onto your neck kissing down your neck, collarbones and chest. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. He throws it behind him. Jungkook kisses each breast, he gropes both of them with his large hands, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You moan loudly, in embarrassment you smack a hand over your mouth. 

“Don’t do that. I want to hear your beautiful moans, I dreamed of the day I would get to make you mine.” His words are melting your heart, arousing you. He kisses down your stomach, until he comes to the band of your pjama shorts. He looks up at you, silently asking for permission. 

“Please Jungkook.” He was just kissing you and he had you this needy. Jungkook hooks his fingers under your shorts and panties, pulling them down until they leave you completely bare in front of him. He stares at you in awe. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He spreads your legs, getting comfortable in between your legs. He kisses your pelvic area, making a shiver run up and down your body. His eyes are trained on yours the whole time. He kisses your pussy lips, starting to kitten lick your slit. This is a whole new experience to you, it feels amazing to have Jungkook eating you out. You know why your girl friends were such hoes now. 

“Jungkook t-that feels so g-good.” You stutter out. You can feel him smirking against your pussy. He pumps a finger into your core, pumping it in and out, as he continues to suck, lick and nibble on your clit. He adds another finger, pumping you for a while before hes scissoring you. It feels so good. You feel a tingling in your lower stomach, the feeling grows and grows and so its taking over your whole body. Its consuming you, your body shakes in after shock. Jungkook laps up all your juices, before coming back to your lips. You can taste your self on him, it arouses you more. You wanted him inside you. 

“You taste amazing, baby girl.” 

“Jungkook, I need more.” You never thought you would be like this, but Jungkook just brings that out in you, obviously. 

“It will hurt at first, but then I will make you feel so, so good. Okay? Don’t be scared.” He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He gets off the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes. He was so flawless, his toned body was beautiful and tan. How was he so amazing, how did you stay away for so long? 

“Are you ready sweetheart?” He asks, after he puts on the condom, he joins you back on the bed. 

“Y-Yeah.” You nod, assuring him you were ready. Sure you were scared that it would hurt, but its Kookie, he would never hurt you. He grinds his dick up and down your slit, before slowly slipping in. Your eyes sting with tears, it was painful him stretching you out. 

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jungkook’s head goes back in pleasure, having your tight hot pussy wrapped around his member. He looks down at your pained expression, he moves strands of hair off your face. He leans down and kisses the tip of your nose. “I love you.” 

All the pain faded away soon enough after. “I-I think you can move, Jungkook.” His hips start to roll into yours, it was so pleasing, the way he filled you up. “Oh my god, this feels amazing.” That seemed to egg Jungkook on, as his hands go on either side of your head, he was rolling his hips into you faster. You hands grip onto his back, your nails digging into his soft skin, as your second orgasm approaches. You were seeing stars and couldn’t help but clench around Jungkooks dick, as you came. You chanted his name, like a mantra. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans into your ear. You were so tight around him, he was filling the condom up with his seed. He rests his head against your shoulder for a movement, before he pulls out. He gets off the bed, taking the condom off and putting it in the bin. He grabs a towel and cleans your cum up. You lay there exhausted from what you both just did. You felt amazing. 

“That was amazing.” You finally say, earning a chuckle from Jungkook, who gets back on the bed with you. He pulls the blanket over your naked bodies and pulls you into his embrace. 

“Your amazing.” He kisses you softly, stroking your hair. He pulls back to look you in the eye, he has a smile on his face. “So.. will you be my girlfriend?” You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You bury your head in his chest, not wanting him to see how red your cheeks were.  Jungkook places another kiss on your head and chuckles at how adorable his girl is. 


I hope this didn’t suck to much, and that you all enjoyed it! 

I love you all, good morning/evening/night x

-Admin Abe x

Busted

Originally posted by wkom


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “OMG of I only could say how much I love your Jeff imagine, but I can’t find the right words. Saying that it is perfect isn’t enough. But I want you to know that I really love this one and, I have to ask, is to soon for asking for a part 2? About the morning after, maybe Clay finding they two lol Thank you for writing my request <3″

“hi, i loved ‘Sharing is Caring’ and i wondered if you could maybe do a part 2? maaaybe where they wake up and they’re cuddled up and when clay comes into the room to wake jeff he smiles and quietly calls his parents (he secretly shipped them because jeff never shuts up about her and he wants someone good for his sister). so when jeff and the reader wake up her whole family stands there and it gets a little awkward but it’s still cute? 😂”

“OMG please do a part 2“

Word Count: 2.063

Posted: 08th of May 2017

A/N: Here’s “Sharing Is Caring”’s second part, link is down below if you haven’t read it yet. I am sorry if I took so long to write this. I hope you like it, although it didn’t convince me so much. I think it has a lot of flaws. I really don’t know. It would be great if you send some feedbacks. Thank you so much! Enjoy.

- G. x

Link: Part 1

Warning: Light swearing


“Hmm…” You stretched your bones with your eyes closed as you felt fully rested, waking your still-sleeping soul slowly. Although you still had your eyes closed, the sunlight that penetrated your window pane blinded you.

You were so calm and thoughtless as you felt a strong arm around your waist and you quickly opened your eyes, rubbing them carefully to focalize your vision. You were facing your wall full of posters and Jeff was hugging you from behind, you were being the little spoon of your innocent cuddling session.

You were shocked and shy, of course, but it felt so nice to be cuddled up with your ultimate crush. You wanted to wake him up, but also to stay in that position at the same time. Because who wouldn’t love to cuddle with Jeff Atkins? We all know right.

His touch made you feel warm and relaxed, although you felt uncomfortable for his morning erection. Yes, the thought of his boner made you feel the heat in your cheeks and you knew how red you became at the same time.

“Jeff!” You murmured as you nudged him carefully, trying to wake him up. “Atkins.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, you hinted that he was still sleeping and still had his eyes closed because of his response.

“Wake up, sleepy head.” You softly giggled as you drew small circles on his arm. You didn’t want for this moment to end, but you knew that your family would freak out if they ever saw you in that position with Jeff. “Hey, Atkins.”

You heard him yawning softly as he tightened his grip and your bodies touched even more. You felt his hot breath on your skin and it made you shiver.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” He whispered and his morning hoarse voice made you smile. You found it sexy and you surely wanted to sleep with him one more time.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked as you lingered the warmth of his body and the blankets. You loved cuddling and it was really a moment that you would always do with Jeff.

“I did.” He giggled softly, surely pointing out your position at that exact moment. “Did you?”

“I honestly did.” You smiled and there was a little bit of silence between the two of you. You were astonished, because it wasn’t one of those awkward silences. In the contrary! It was honestly comfortable and sweet.

You both continued cuddling and thinking of how amazing it was to sleep with each other. There was a dead silence in the room, but you didn’t mind it for the thoughts that kept running through your mind.

Yup, there was a dead silence in the room until you heard your brother Clay coughing like there was no tomorrow. He almost spat his lungs out, but you knew that he was doing it to have your attention.

“Good morning, cuddle buddies.” Clay happily exclaimed and, in a fast-swift movement, you and Jeff broke the hug and faced the door, revealing a Clay with a smirk on his face and your parents, Lainie and Matt, behind him. You sat on the other part of the bed to set some space between you and Jeff.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes were widely opened and you knew that you had a crimson red coloured face for the embarrassing moment.

“Words, (Y/N)!” Your mother pointed out and you rolled your eyes. It vexed you how those people stood there with a smirk on their faces, obviously teasing you.

“Did you sleep well?” Clay teased as he laughed hard, together with Matt. You despised your brother for telling your parents that you had a crush on Jeff.

“I personally did.” Jeff answered and you nodded in response. It was awkward to be busted by your parents in that way. C’mon!

“It seems like you don’t need my help anymore, Jeff!” Clay winked at his friend and you shot a glance to Jeff. He was blushing and shocked too. “You already confessed your feelings to your crush.”

“What!?” Your eyes grew wide for what your brother has told you. You saw Jeff face palming himself as your talkative brother revealed his secret. Your heart beat faster and you felt uncomfortable for that. You looked at your family and then at Jeff once again. You wanted to burry yourself alive for the embarrassment.

“Alright, breakfast downstairs.” Your father shouted as he killed the awkward silence in the room. “This is a little bit awkward.”

Clay flashed an apologetic smile to Jeff and they started to go downstairs. You looked at Jeff and he flashed you a shy smile, to which you smiled back.

“You can use the bathroom in Clay’s room.” Your words weren’t too understandable because you talked quickly, trying to avoid his presence now.

You ran through the bathroom and you did your daily morning routines. You took more than the usual time, since you wanted some time to think about the things. How did they even happen that fast?

You liked Jeff too, but it was awkward. Jeff was your brother’s best friend and you’ve never thought that he would like someone like you. You thought that he was more into cheerleaders, the popular girls.

“Clay!” You groaned as you combed your hair in front of the mirror. You bit your lip as your cuddling session came into your mind and you suddenly found yourself smiling widely.

You then changed your clothes and you quickly went out of the bathroom. The bed was already fixed and Jeff was nowhere to be seen.

You went downstairs and you noticed that the awkward silence before has already packed its baggage and left. Your family and Jeff was talking some stuffs about school and they were even laughing. What the hell happened?

“(Y/N), sit down here and have some breakfast.” Lainie called you as she patted your usual chair. You nodded silently as you took your place and got some food to eat.

“How did it go with Hannah?” Clay curiously asked. You rolled your eyes as he was trying to fix the things between you. You loved your brother, nevertheless he has always teased you. He was your best friend and he was your Superman, because he would always be there for you. He knew how to save the day and you loved him for that.

“We had to cancel the sleepover, because her parents fought.” You answered as you chewed your food quietly. “She felt uncomfortable.”

“Ow.” Jeff and Clay reacted and you nodded sadly. You felt sad for Hannah, because she was already going through something at home and those assholes at school kept on bullying her. Luckily, you always had the guts to stand up for her.

“Oh,” Your eyes widen as you remembered something. “why don’t you ask Hannah out?” You asked with a smirk on your face.

“I am asking him the same thing, believe it or not.” Jeff answered and you smiled at him. Clay got the looks from your parents and he became red, obviously embarrassed and shy.

“Mind your own love life, instead of minding mine.” You teased him and you laughed, together with Matt and Jeff. Lainie was so happy because you were close with your brother and you knew each other’s secrets. She really taught you well when you were both young.

“Shut up!” Clay rolled his eyes and you started to feel comfortable around Jeff. Your father teased Clay and your mother just laughed.

“Should I train you how to ask a girl out?” Your dad teased and you all laughed. Clay was hating you, but you got your revenge and you felt a little better.

“You maybe should, dad!” You giggled and winked at Clay. “Hannah’s a great girl, she’s beautiful and she deserves happiness.”

“I second this.” Jeff agreed and your dad kept on teasing Clay.

You spent the rest of your breakfast teasing your beloved brother. You and Jeff are always having the point and you loved the complicity that you had.

“Wait for me upstairs, I’m helping this freak to clean this mess.” Clay said to Jeff whilst looking at him. Your parents went to work as they were already running late.

“Hmm…” Jeff mumbled as if he was thinking. You started to clean the table as you pretended that you weren’t listening to them. “Let me do that, go upstairs.”

“Oh, alright.” Clay replied and you heard his footsteps vanishing. You then felt Jeff’s presence as you started to wash the dishes.

“Hey.” Jeff shyly greeted you as he helped you with the dishes. You looked at him and you noticed the nervousness in his eyes.

“Hey.” You smiled at him and stopped what you were doing, turning the faucet off. “I can do this alone, go to Clay.”

“Uhm,” He looked at you and grabbed your hands to stop you from what you were doing. “don’t you think we should talk about it?”

“About what?” You played fool and he just smiled at you. You aren’t feeling awkward around him anymore, luckily.

“Oh, shut up!” He laughed and you faced him as you decided to talk about everything. You couldn’t pretend that nothing has happened, mostly when you like him too.

You leant on the kitchen counter and you waited for him to start his explanations. You took the moment to admire Jeff’s flawless face and body. You admired his soft brown quiff and his blue mesmerizing eyes. His pierced ears made him look sexier and you wondered how toned his body was.

“Hmm…” He started as he fiddled with his hands, waking you up from your deep thoughts. “I know that it was a shame that you discovered my feelings for you because of your brother, but I want to tell you that I really really really like you.”

You felt the heat of your cheeks and you blushed, although you already knew it. It was surely different to hear it from him and you felt so satisfied and reassured.

“That’s plagiarism for Carly Rae Jepsen’s song.” You winked at him and he just laughed at you. “But I really really really like you too.” You confessed, taking the courage out and covering it with by singing the song. His gaze lightened and he let a alleviated laugh out.

“Really?” He asked because he wanted to be sure of what you were really feeling.

“What? Is it strange that someone liked Jeff Atkins?” You playfully asked him and he rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you one of the campus’ crushes?”

“Well, (Y/N) Jensen likes me. That’s an honour.” He winked at you and you punched his arm playfully.

“Flatterer!” You exclaimed as you shook your head. You couldn’t believe him that he was praising you. Well, he was Jeff Atkins.

“I was just telling the truth.” He smiled at you and you giggled softly. “Can I hug you?” He asked and you found him cute with that.

“You already hugged me the whole night, why do you have to ask?” You winked at him and his face became bright red. You threw your arms wide open and he ran to you to hug you tightly.

You relaxed as you felt his arms around you again. Even though you slept hugging each other, you still longed for his hugs. You felt safe and warm once again.

“Are we having a sleepover again?” He flirtatiously asked and you slapped his toned chest. “Hey, didn’t you say that sharing is caring?”

“Dork!” You shook your head as you smiled widely. You saw Clay smirking as he was standing behind the kitchen’s doorway. You rolled your eyes as he took some pictures of his favourite ship. Of course, he has always shipped you with Jeff, because he already knew everything since the very start. Was he or wasn’t he the most supportive brother ever?

You knew that it was a start of something new for you. It was one of your desires to have him by your side and you would treasure this moment forever. You would keep on longing for him, for his hugs, for the warmth of his body and he would always take care of you, no matter what.

He would do everything to let you feel that you were the most important girl in his life, nevertheless his uncountable admirers.


anonymous asked:

Fem!S/o having a crush on Prompto and is really nervous to tell him because they are really good friends and she doesn't want to ruin the good relationship they have but can't help falling for him everyday.

Confiteor

The expression on his face said it all.

You shouldn’t have said anything. You panicked––after finding him like that, bound at his hands and feet to that device, you almost broke down then and there. When the others got him free and he dropped to the ground, you collapsed at his side and pulled him into your arms.

He gripped you so tightly that you weren’t sure if he knew you were real or not. You whispered into his ear that everything was going to be okay, that he was safe, that nothing bad was going to happen to him again.

Prompto had just admitted his deepest, darkest secret––the truth about his past, had exposed the one thing that he’d always been fearful of. And maybe that had made you bold, maybe you thought he would understand. But you looked at his stunned face now, and immediately regretted the words as they passed your lips.

“I’m in love with you.”

You shook your head, turning from him to walk away. 

“Never mind,” you whispered, barely audible. “Forget I said anything.”

A hand on your wrist stopped you. “Wait.”

Your blood ran cold, your pulse pounding in your ears. You tried to tug your arm out of his grip.

“It’s fine, Prompto,” you said quietly, trying to keep the tears welling in your eyes at bay. “I didn’t mean it. I don’t want to ruin our friendship with a stupid crush, so just drop it, alright? Let’s just go, we have to find Ardyn and––”

Prompto pulled you back, and spun you to face him before claiming your lips in a gentle kiss. You squeaked in surprise as one of his hands came to cup your cheek, the other holding you steady at your waist. It took you a second to respond to his kiss, melting against his touch.

He pulled away, his fingers trembling, his breath shaky.

“After knowing what I am,” he mumbled, his thumb running across your lower lip. “After finding out this secret that I can’t take back, this past I can’t escape…I need to know if you really mean it.”

You searched his eyes. You were met with the clear blue you’d grown to know, the icy pools that you sank into to feel safe and protected. They were marred with worry and fear, and your heart tensed knowing that he had been hurt so badly.

“I love you, Prompto,” you promised, your hand reaching up touch the one that he held against your face. “Your past doesn’t change that. I love you.”

A tear slipped out of his eye and he surged forward to kiss you again. Your arms looped around his shoulders, pulling him tight against you. He shook ever so slightly in your grasp, as if he’d just woken up from an age-long nightmare and could finally breathe. You couldn’t help but let your tears fall as well, the bite of salt slipping past your lips and onto his tongue.

You pulled back and he kissed your tears away, you doing the same for him. You leaned for forehead against his as you both exhaled, trying to calm your racing hearts.

“I love you too,” he said, breaking the quiet. “I always have. Please believe me.”

You gave a nod, lifting his tattooed wrist up to your mouth. You kissed it gently before lacing his fingers with yours. “I believe you.”

Pen Pals (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

@thatthinghasclaws :  Newt Scamander soulmate AU? Where you can see what the other one writes on their skin. :)

Word Count: 2 248

A/N: Arg, this is probably so bad. Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I’ve been super busy but I finally finished! Thank you so much for waiting patiently!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

A lot of strange things started happening ever since you turned eleven and found out about a magical world that was living parallel to the only world you thought existed; the Muggle world. That is, if you could even call it a world at all, what’s a world without magic? But, if possible, things were getting even weirder now.

You were sitting at a desk in a boring Transfiguration class, fighting hard to keep your eyelids from falling. Professor Dumbledore was happily explaining about some fancy Transfiguration spells, preparing you and all of the other Fifth Years for the upcoming O.W.L.s. Oh, the dreadful O.W.L.s. You shivered at the thought, reminding yourself that you still had a little over a week to prepare.

Still bored, you discreetly glance over at Newt Scamander, who was sitting a few seats away to your left. He looked as enthusiastic about all this as the rest of the class. You watched him scribble down a few notes and admired his neat-messy handwriting from afar before he snaps his head up and his green eyes meet yours. You quickly avert your eyes and pretend that nothing happened.
You and he had a…“strictly platonic”…okay fine, “not even really friends yet” type of relationship. There was no denying you had a massive crush on the freckled Hufflepuff, but you were sure that he didn’t share the same feelings. Ah well, maybe something would happen eventually, but that was currently the last thing you wanted to worry about.

“(Y/N), are you following along? You seem distracted.” Professor Dumbledore says curtly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nod your head furiously, hair flying everywhere, desperately hoping you looked alert or better yet; awake. He smiles.

“Well if that’s so, will you please tell the class what I was going to turn this goblet into?” he asks with a sweet smile, his eyes twinkling from behind his glasses.

“Umm, a potato?” you say idiotically, mentally facepalming yourself and giving up on life in general, as the whole class started giggling uncontrollably. Some boys even fell out of their chairs, for dramatic effect of course. You rolled your eyes and giggled too, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

You hopefully glanced at Newt and your heart jumped slightly as you saw him chuckling too. Yes, you made him laugh! Well, he was probably laughing at you but you still made him laugh and that was good enough for you.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He laughed softly and looked at you through his long lashes. There was no denying it, he had strong feelings for you but he was always too shy to gather the courage to talk to you.
Sighing quietly, he admired your handwriting from his seat, thinking that the tiny letters looked as adorable as you did.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

“Please pay attention now (Y/N), I want you to do well,” Dumbledore says gently yet firmly and you nod, relieved that you weren’t getting detention.

Minutes passed and the class returned to its boring state. You sighed and picked up your feathered quill and dipped the tip in ink.
You lazily proceeded to draw on the back of your hand, writing random little phrases and words.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He jumped slightly in his seat as he felt a tingling sensation tickling the back of his left hand.
He cautiously looked around to make sure no one else saw his little jump and he peered at his hand. The words I’m so bored appeared on his hand in what appeared to be black ink, as if the letters were being written on with an invisible pen in the air.

He blinked a couple times, utterly confused. What was going on? Were these words reflecting his feelings? He definitely felt bored but this hasn’t happened before?…

He felt tingling again and he quickly looked down.

Lalalalalalalalala was scribbled across the palm of his hand now.
Yeah, these definitely weren’t his thoughts and this was all getting more than a little strange.

He picked up his own quill and dipped it in a vial of ink. He was going to try something…
The tip of his quill moved swiftly across the soft flesh of his hand.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You yelp as you feel tingling on the back of your hand next to your own little scrawls.
You watch in surprise and wonder as delicate little letters appear, spelling out Hello?

Professor Dumbledore turns to you again after hearing your surprised little sound and quirks up an eyebrow.

“What is it this time (Y/N)? Would you like to share with the class why you felt the need to take such a sharp intake of breath?” he smiles kindly as you shake your head furiously, and he resumes his lesson.

Shaking nervously you grip your quill and write on your hand again. All the ink of your precious conversations, if you even call them conversations, was still etched onto your soft flesh.

Hi. What’s going on and who are you? you write.

The tingling comes back.

Beats me, though I must admit this is rather fascinating. Who are you?

No fair, I asked first.

Well, I asked last.

Okay fine, just tell me this; you aren’t some murderer, right?

Oh no, definitely not. If it makes you fell any better I attend Hogwarts and I’m sitting in a rather boring class right now. This is quite the highlight of my day.

Oh thank goodness, I’m at Hogwarts too! Maybe we could try finding each other?

You were slowly starting to inch your way up your arm for you were running out of room on your hand.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, this is very interesting, he thought as he dipped his quill in ink again.

Or maybe we should keep this anonymous? That way we could talk without feeling awkward around each other. What do you say?

He waits patiently, drumming his fingers on his desk, eagerly waiting for a reply.

Sure! We could be pen pals! Cheesy, I know but it will definitely keep us entertained during boring classes, like the one I’m in right now.

Pen pals it is! Who’s class are you in right now?

Dumbledore. You?

Same, actually! So we have now established that we are also in the same year, how exciting!

Yay, this will definitely be fun. But do you have any idea why all this is even happening?

No idea. But I’m glad I’ve found a new friend, even if I don’t exactly know who you are. I’m terribly sorry if this is getting weird, but I already like you.

Brilliant, I like you already too! And don’t worry, it will definitely get weirder once you’ve seen my doodles. Now, on to more pressing matters; we seem to have run out of space on our left arms, how do we erase all this?!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Turns out that a little bit of soap and water did the trick, no magic was needed. You and your pen pal had become rather close in the next few weeks and you learned that the two of you were of the opposite gender. That made it even more exciting for you in a way.

You always felt like you had a secret, a good secret, making sure to cover up your arms with your robes after a long class.

You were making your way to the nearest washroom to rid your skin of ink when you bumped into Newt on the way.

You blush as you realize who you just crashed into and your hand instinctively pulls down the sleeves of your robes, hiding the smudges of ink and your conversations with your secret friend.

“Ah, sorry about that…” Newt apologizes with a gentle smile.

“It’s fine,” you say quickly and you mentally slap yourself. Great job, the one time you ever talked to your crush and you had to say “I’m fine”? Arg, you always blew it.

Without saying another word, you scurry off to your next class, plop yourself down in your chair and pull out a vial of ink. You try to find a bare spot on your arms and you manage to squeeze in a tiny sentence.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He was still blushing after your little encounter and he felt a tingle on his arm as he sat down in the library to study for he was done all his classes for the day.

Hey, we’re like, super tight now right?

He smiles and pulls out his own quill, swiftly replying.

Yeah, I mean, we have been chatting for over a month now. I’d say we’re pretty close and we know quite a bit about each other.

Okay, good because I wanted to ask you for some advice. I have a crush and he’s a dude and since you’re a dude too you know stuff that I don’t, am I right?

Umm, sure? I guess that makes sense.

Well, here I go anyways. So I’ve liked him for quite some time now and I just bumped into him in the hallways but I really couldn’t bring myself to say anything, what should I do?

Blimey, I just met my crush in the hallways a few minutes ago! he wrote, shaking his head in wonder. You two were more alike than he thought.

Ah! Okay, answer my questions later. Tell me all about her!

Well, I’m in the same situation as you. I’ve liked her since I’ve laid eyes on her but I’m too shy to make a move.

I suggest talking to her! How bad can it be? You’ve got to work up some courage and I’m sure you’ll do great! I believe in you!

I could say the same to you! Why don’t we both attempt to talk to our crushes and meet up to see how it went.

Wait, did you just say meet up!?

Yeah, I’d say it’s about time to see each other, wouldn’t you?

Yes!!! I’ve been waiting for this moment! I’m sure you’re lovely!

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You agreed to meet up with PP (your nickname for your pen pal) by the main entrance. But before that happened, you had to try to work up the guts to talk to Newt. Yeah, that was the tricky part.

He found you before you saw him.

“Umm hi (Y/N),” he said with a shy grin, his beautiful hair falling like a halo on his head. You stood there like an idiot, no words coming out.

Abort mission! Abort mission! you scream in your head.

“I’m sorry Newt, I can’t talk right now. I need to meet someone.” you blurt before rushing off towards the main entrance.

Well, that failed.
You hold back tears as you run.

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, that failed.
He miserably watched you go and felt something odd in his chest. His breathing got heavier. Did you just reject him or were you just really busy? He couldn’t say.

He finally decided that he should probably go meet his pen pal. At least that would cheer him up.

“Oh, Mr. Scamander! Will you help me move these textbooks to another room?” Professor Dumbledore asks Newt, beckoning him over.

Newt opens his mouth to tell him that he was busy but the professor would hear none of it. Newt sighed and made a mental note to apologize to his pen pal later.

*****

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Hello? you write, standing alone by the entrance, finally beginning to calm down after the very one-sided conversation with Newt. You hadn’t meant to seem rude, you just…panicked.
You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now and no one showed up.

I’m on my way!

A frantic scribble appears next to your sentence and you huff, slightly annoyed yet still tingling with excitement. Even though you had failed to talk to Newt, you were finally going to meet your new friend!

Soon, you hear footsteps running towards you and you turn, only to see Newt panting a couple feet away from you. What was he doing here?

“Hi, Newt. Umm, what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice coming out as a little squeak as he straightens up.

“Uh, I am here to meet someone.”

Your heart fell as he looked away, clearly avoiding eye contact. When would your pen pal show up?

*****

~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Oh no, why was she here? He was even more nervous now than before!
He hastily looked away before blushing furiously, refusing to face her.

The two of you stood opposite to each other, both leaning against the wall, waiting and not daring to speak to each other for you were both nervously shaking.

******

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You frantically pull out your quill and shakily start to write.

Where are you?

A tingle.

I’m here waiting for you!

You blink as the writing appears and your breath hitches in the back of your throat. It couldn’t be…

You and Newt both turn and spontaneously walk towards each other.

You shakily lift up your arm and he does too, like a mirror mimicking your precise movements.

Your arms are now side by side and the words you just exchanged were both printed on your forearms.

You tilt your head up just enough to look at him and your eyes brighten with realization.

“It’s you.” you both murmur at the same time.

anonymous asked:

Could you elaborate on their first kiss (if ur not gonna write it in a different post?)

tbh, this ask is psychic. i was actually going to do it on a text post but like, i barely had enough time to do b&r, much less that. so like, you’re a fucking lifesaver, anon.

(previous post)

  • at this point, neil hatford has changed about pretty much all of andrew’s rules apart from the jock thing. neil has made andrew:
    • bring someone home for something other than a group project
    • eat someone else’s cooking (not after the incident in first year)
    • have a crush on a jock
  • andrew’s reputation around the school counts for him being in the gsa (people think he’s there to mooch up on renee), having hospitalized that dude at the freshman mixer (which was actually aaron’s doing), taking unknown medication in the middle of the day (pain meds because he doesn’t wear his hearing aids to school), and being the MVP of the debate team (him and aaron are a roasting in a package deal, okay)
  • in all the weeks that came after andrew’s realization of his crush, neil has:
    • improved his grades 
    • been to at least two of the debate team’s events 
    • invited andrew to all of his games (”what makes you think i want to go there” “well it wouldn’t hurt to ask, wouldn’t it? it’s not like we have anything apart from tutoring on fridays”) 
    • stayed over to keep andrew company on more than one weekday (which only renee used to do)
    • once, neil even barged into a debate meeting to have a silent freak out about his A- on biology while andrew just looked on not-fondly 
      • aaron: that is bull
      • andrew: shut up, your girlfriend makes you look stupider than this
      • aaron: you may not know this but you just played yourself
  • andrew’s pretty much screwed the pooch, especially with how he gives neil Special Treatment, or so aaron calls it.

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Me Against You

( Request: Reader and Spiderman being on opposite sides in Civil War.

PART 2, PART 3

A/N: This is my first time writing for Peter Parker, and I hope I’ve done this request justice!!  Feel free to send in more requests about this cutie pie!!  Please don’t post this elsewhere without my permission!! 


“Keep going, (Y/N)!” Sam hollers. “Get to the jet!”

You hunker down behind a bench. From your vantage point, you can see Spiderman kicking Sam and Bucky into a pane of safety glass. You duck your head to shield your eyes, so you don’t actually see the windows explode. But you hear it. You feel it, too. Those little shards of glass hurt as they pelt onto bare arms and legs.

You wish you’d thought to wear jeans.

“Go!”

You go. You rise from behind your cover and sprint. Coach would be so proud, if he could see you now.

“Your, mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get through enemy territory, and hijack their jet.”  So Captain America hadn’t said it in those words exactly, but the point he’d been trying to get across was essentially the same. Bucky and Sam would keep you from having to engage anybody, leaving you free to slip over to the Hangar and get the jet prepped and ready to go. You would have loved to pilot a jet – say, maybe, after about ten years of lessons, not after some hastily given instructions from ex-Agent Barton – and had told Captain America as much. You only had a learner’s permit for driving a car, not some fancy, high-tech jet, but he was adamant on having you as the getaway driver.

And, if you were being honest, having Captain America relying on you for help was pretty darn awesome.

“Behind you!”

Bucky’s warning comes too late. As you run onward and duck into a hallway, spandex-covered arms embrace you from behind – one around your shoulders, one around your waist. You put on an extra spurt of speed. The hands latch on. A shrill scream splits the air. It sounds like you. But it’s a futile effort – Sam and Bucky are securely trussed up, sticky webbing keeping them pinned to the floor. Even if they wanted to help, they couldn’t.

Let me go!” You demand, twisting and kicking. “Let me go right this instant!”

Inexplicably, the arms around you slacken; drop gracelessly back to their owner’s sides. You scramble away, with wide and frightened eyes, until the small of your back hits the concrete wall.  

(Y/n)?” You stiffen. Oh, no. Please, no. The voice, though woolly and quiet, is thoroughly familiar to you, from years of studying with him, talking to him, being friends with him. “Oh, God. Oh, God, why are you here? (Y/n), you shouldn’t be here.”

“Peter?” You blurt out. “Peter, is that you?”

“I – I’m not –” He’s nervously tripping over his words, trying to come up with a suitable lie. “I’m Spiderman, not –”

Your lips twist up in a sad smile. “You’re a rotten liar, Peter.”

And this time, he doesn’t try to deny it.

The two of you had been best friends ever since the second grade, when your nanny had forgotten to pack your lunch one day, and Peter had given you half of his tuna and mayo sandwich. You’d shared every day, every moment … Every secret.

However, it would appear, not every  secret.

“So … Spiderman, huh?” You manage, letting out a watery laugh that doesn’t hold any real humor in it. Spiderman might have saved you once, but this side of Peter is new and entirely foreign, much like the new and shiny suit that he’s sporting. “You’ve – You’ve really been busy, huh?”

You wonder when Peter was going to tell you; or if he was even planning to. Ever since Uncle Ben had passed, Peter had been acting strange: Showing up to school bruised and bloodied, cancelling days out together with only the flimsiest of excuses, showing up late to the appointments he did agree to go for …

And now you finally, finally know why.

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Peter says miserably. Even under the mask, you know that his forehead is creased and puckered up, warm chocolate eyes downcast. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t – There was never a good time.”

Of course not.

“So what you’re really saying is: You don’t trust me.” It bursts out of you. You’ll admit there’s a sour surge of satisfaction when Peter recoils, even though you haven’t raised a hand to him. It comes out again, louder this time. “That’s what it all boils down to, doesn’t it? I thought we were friends. I trusted you. I told you everything – the boys I liked, the crushes I had. I thought –”

Me?” Peter’s glumness turns into irritation, and you realise your mistake. “I’m not the only one keeping secrets! You didn’t tell me that you’d be running around with Captain America and a bunch of –”

- Criminals. He doesn’t say it, but you know that’s what he means. The word hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare at Peter, not moving, not even blinking. A day ago, that wouldn’t have meant you. A day ago, you and Peter would have been in school. A day ago, the two of you would have still been friends.

When you had accepted Captain America’s request for help, you didn’t think that you’d have to face off with your best friend in the process.

(Y/n), I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean –”

He’s cracked something in you wide open. You stride away from the boy you once knew, but you can’t leave yet.

“Fine,”  You say, infusing the word with venom. “Then arrest me. Take me in. I’m just a criminal, right?”

Your voice rises in octaves, building up to a high crescendo. Your anger rises up, blooming in your chest like a poisonous flower, and you focus on that, since it chases away the chill that permeates deep into your bones. Blind now with a mingled combination of hurt and anger, your hand lashes its way through the air in a flicking motion, forcing the powers sleeping deep inside you to the surface. Even though Peter’s standing motionless at least six feet away, he’s shoved up into the air by an invisible force, slamming into the window behind you hard enough to crush bones. He flies out the window with a shriek.

You turn away from the remnants of shattered glass and a broken friendship, gloom already gathering atop your shoulders to weigh you down. In another life, you might have been fighting by his side, the two of you working together as Avengers. Now you’ve become public enemy number one.

Criminal, criminal. Your mind chants it over and over again, in a sing-song, lilting voice, matching each syllable with your racing pulse. I’m a criminal.

Princess

Peter Hale x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.

Word Count: 1560


Being ordinarily human in a town crowded with supernatural creatures could be pretty boring sometimes; especially when all of your friends saw you as a fragile thing who could get broken if exposed to a high amount of shit. It was stupid, though. You were not a doll or anything related, for God’s sake; plus, even though fighting was not your thing, you could help on other stuff, like cleaning and bandaging the injured. Your aunt Melissa had taught you a lot of medical stuff, making you perfect for this task. However, bone killer Scott shut you out entirely, pledging you were too young to be on this life.

“As if I cared!” You snorted, angry. “Fucking Scott. Fucking rules. Fuck! Fuck!”

You threw, bored, the remote control on the couch’s corner, giving up on finding a decent show to take your mind away from the horrible powerless feeling you were experiencing. People needed your help and you were stuck at home, not able to do nothing about it. Why did you let people manipulate you like that?

“This calls for some booze”, you thought, standing up and heading to the kitchen. Sure, drinking would never solve entirely your problems, it’s not like it’s magic, however, you would at least calm down. Otherwise, it was very likely that you would rip Scott’s throat with your bare hands.

While trying to reach the highest shelf to grab the tequila bottle, you could not help but giggle, suddenly imagining what the pack would do if they discovered your secret crush on Peter Hale. Poor tiny human Y/N falling for a monster. It was ironic.

Finally getting hold of the bottle, you took a sip straight from it, not bothering to get a glass. The liquid went down burning and you smiled, enjoying the sensation. It was damn good, as usual.

Taking short steps, you went back to the living room, ready to put on some music and swirl your hips to it. All of that was probably due the alcohol excess, you were never a strong drinker. Yet, whilst you set up the stereo, you heard odd noises. As if someone was walking clumsily through wood sticks, breaking them with its feet.

“Shit.” You muttered, approaching the window and slyly looking through a brief shaft. There was nothing there. “I’m going crazy. That’s it.”

As soon as you returned to the room, you heard it again. This time, though, the door was swung open and a bleeding light brown haired man leant against the doorframe. What the hell was Peter doing here, at your place? Has he lost his mind?

“Hey, princess.” His voice was weak and he coughed, blood staining your carpet. “Care to help me a little?”

Your thoughts were mingled and confusing, but you propped up and went to help him. You pushed the door closed behind you and dragged him to the couch, staring deeply at his eyes. He seemed so defenseless!

“What happened?”

“Kate is back in town.”

“Kate as in Allison’s aunt?” Your eyes were widened as you quizzed him worried. “Fuck, wasn’t she dead? How did she come back?”

“As it seems, she was not killed. She was turned.”

“Into a werewolf?”

“Not quite, princess. We still have to figure out that part.” You could notice him struggling to talk and it shattered your heart the mere sight of your beloved hurt.

You always had a thing for bad boys, that was true; however, when Peter tagged along, you knew he was different. Sassy, slightly bossy… Heck, a perfect match for you. Still, you had to keep it a secret from him and everybody else. No one was allowed to know about your feelings, because it would turn out to be a major problem, considering how overprotective your cousin could get. Argh! You hated it. All of it.

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“Sure I am.” Your reply came out with a fake laugh and a awkward gulp. “I think I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Uh, I’ll be okay. I only a need a shower.” He smirked tenderly, reaching to touch your right cheek. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”

Yes, this you could not hide or disguise. Seeing him hurt and in pain made your heartbeat go crazy. More than it would normally get when you were around him.

“I’m just…” You licked your lips, fighting to keep it together. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Uh, I’m sorry.” Hale seemed disappointed, which made you bit your bottom lip. “You were the only person who came into my mind.”

“I’m flattered you considered me as an option.” A sarcastic remark slipped. “People tend to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“What?” Peter sat up straight, wincing in pain by doing so. “You’re so tough, princess. So resilient. I bet you would make a badass werewolf.”

“Damn, this is so good to hear.” A smile curved your lips, for you were genuinely satisfied. “Now, enough with this. You need to shower and I’m going to find you clothes.”

“All right.” Hale nodded and tried to get on his feet. You could nearly feel his ache to walk and, once more, made your poor pumping organ skip a few beats. “Where is the bathroom?”

“I’ll take you there.”

Right then you realised how hard this situation was going to be. You cared too much about him to keep your shit under control for that long. It was a true challenge for your sanity; one you hoped to win.


Twenty minutes later, you found yourself lying lazily on your bed, staring at the white ceiling and pulling carelessly the soft fabric of your denim shorts while waiting for him to come out.

You took a deep breath in order to relax; yet, before it made any effect, the door was opened and a shirtless dripping water Peter walked through it, looking refreshed. This tore apart any chance of relaxation. Matter of fact, it made you more tensed up than ever.

As you sat upright, your gaze locked on him and you licked your lips, nervous. Hale must have found it pleasing to watch, for he chuckled, delighted, leaning to grasp the bundle of clothes that were by your side.

“Do you like what you see, princess?”

“I would appreciate if you call me by my name.” You retorted, looking away. “Why don’t you get dressed already?”

“Does my nudity bother you?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Why would it?”

He traced your jaw with his long slim fingers, getting you to look at him. Once you finally gave up and rose your chin, meeting his eyesight with yours, you found them soaked with tenderness. His blue eyes engulfed you like a high strong wave.

“Confess.”

“Huh?”

“Confess.” The raspy voice requested, his thumb stroking leisurely your cheekbone. “Tell me you love me, because I can hear your heartbeat from miles away.”

“Please, don’t make me do this.” You did not break the eye connection, no matter how quivery your voice were. “I don’t want to say it.”

“But you do love me.” He knelt in front of you. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Why?”

“Why I find you beautiful? Because you are! So perfect and freaking gorgeous.”

“No.” You shook your head, giggling. “If you know how I feel, why do you want me to confess it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself by falling for a girl who wasn’t in love with me as well.” A sinking feeling hit your stomach as you slowly understood what he was saying. “Oh, fuck! Did I scare you?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“So kiss me, please.” Peter asked, smoothly. “Go on, princess.”

A smug smirk enlightened your face and then you crashed your lips onto his, tasting all at once. He grasped your waist and pulled you closer, whilst you tugged his hair, wanting to release all the tension built up. It was so much better than you had imagined! His tongue fought with yours for dominance, the whole kiss heating up the place.

“Easy, tiger.” You whispered, splaying your hands on his chest as Hale was inches away from popping your shorts open. “I didn’t think you were this excited to be with me.”

“Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were going to be my doom.” Peter pecked your lips and continued. “The worst was that I didn’t care at all. I wanted you to crush me with your love. I wanted you to break my walls.”

“Did I?”

“Damn hell you did.” Both of you chuckled. “What about me? Did I crack Mrs. Y/N Y/L/N?”

“You know you did.” Your voice was soft. “I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Peter Hale hid his face on your neck, smiling against it, half surprised half glad by your statement. He stayed quiet for awhile, just sucking on your skin and leaving love bites behind. When he finally reached your ear, he could not help but mutter the words you wanted to hear:

“I love you too, princess.”

Your heart warmed up upon hearing that and you sealed your lips once more, realising how deep were your feelings towards each other. You two were meant to be. Definitely a love written on the stars.


The Importance of Iron in Witchcraft

So, I got a lot of really positive feedback about my post about salt in witchcraft, so here’s another one just for you about iron!

Iron, like salt, has been used for many thousands of years as a potent tool in the practices of witchcraft. Iron is one of the most abundant metals in our planet, and is also a really great metal for making into tools. It’s tough, hard, ductile and with a high melting point that makes it ideal for situations in which you might need a tool to work under extremely hot conditions. It’s also one of only three ferromagnetic metals (along with nickel and cobalt), making it an essential part of most magnets and compasses.

In astrophysics, iron is extremely important in the life cycle of stars. Iron is one of the most atomically stable substances in the universe, and it’s also unique because it’s the first element in the periodic table to require more energy to MAKE it than it gives out from atomic fusion. This is important, because when a star gets older and fuses hydrogen to make helium, helium to make beryllium and all the rest, once it starts fusing atoms to make iron, the star begins to die. So, iron is an element that signals the death of stars, and any element that weighs MORE than iron (atomically speaking) can only be made in supernovas - that is, the explosion that takes place when a really BIG star dies.

In biology, iron is one of the most important elements in mammalian, reptilian and avian blood, because it’s the element that we use in the chemical haemoglobin. This is the chemical in our blood cells that binds to oxygen and keeps us alive. Crustaceans like lobsters don’t use iron - they use copper, and instead make haemocyanin, which makes their blood blue! However, just like in stars, iron can mean death for humans as well. If we overdose on iron, we suffer from iron heavy metal poisoning; when we get crushed by a heavy object we can suffer a disease called traumatic rhabdomyolysis or Crush Syndrome, caused by vast amounts of myoglobin (another iron-based compound, found in muscles, which gives them extra oxygen to use) entering our kidneys and killing them, and as a result killing us.

Iron in science is an element of life, death, and of many points in between. But what about its uses in witchcraft?

Witchy Facts about Iron!

  1. Iron is stable. Iron’s stability, both atomically and magickally, makes it a fantastic magickal conductor, and also means that magick doesn’t seem to affect iron very much. Enchantments on iron are never as strong as on other metals, and even the best witches will have difficulty making an enchantment or other spell anchor properly. However, this has the advantage that iron doesn’t pick up negative magick from background sources, and it’s extremely unlikely that there will be issues with ritual or altar tools made from iron. Keeping your magickal supplies inside an iron or steel box, or a box that’s been nailed together with iron nails, will prevent them from leaking out and attracting spirits that might cause harm.

  2. Iron is protective. Along with silver and a few other little bits and bobs, negative spirits and fae folk cannot touch iron lest it burn them and cause them pain. Additionally, negative magicks targetted at someone wearing an iron pendant will be attracted into the pendant and then dispelled. This makes it an ideal protective charm for everyday carry or everyday wear.

    This is why horseshoes are considered lucky
    - back in Medieval times, when protection against negative spirits and magick was much more widely practiced, poor families would often be unable to afford much iron. However, a horseshoe is made of iron, and comes with holes already cast into it, which allow you to nail one over your door easily, which keeps out harmful spirits, magick, and fae, who might seek to hurt you or your family.

  3. Iron is inconspicuous. Anyone can carry an iron nail after all, and a little piece of iron wrought and twisted into a small pendant is far from a traditional witch’s item. Those secret witches who perhaps do not live with accepting families or within an accepting community or country can find great solace in the use of iron as a protective charm.

  4. Iron is cheap. Iron nails, iron rods and iron knifes are pretty easy to get hold of and relatively quite cheap. They’re versatile and not especially likely to draw attention to you - after all, nobody’s likely to question why someone has a couple of iron nails twisted into a pendant, and if they do question it, why it’s just an artistic display! And of course, easy to replace with $5 worth of string, iron and a hammer.

  5. Iron is ancient. Iron is one of the oldest protective charms out there, right up with salt and sage. It’s been used for literally thousands of years to protect people against everything from wolves to armies to poltergeists. That’s a pretty impressive history!

  6. Iron is practical! The best cookware I’ve ever used has always been my cast iron cookware set, which makes better food than I’ve ever tasted, and it’s very easy to clean. It’s also extremely hardwearing - I wholly expect to one day be able to pass on my cast iron frying pan and wok to my grandchildren, and it was already been owned by my mother and father before me. Iron knifes are sharper and cut cleaner than almost anything except obsidian, and high-carbon steel (an alloy of iron and carbon) is the best cutting edge known in bushcrafting circles, where all the best knives are made from it

I hope this helps all you lovely witches and magick users out there!

– Juniper

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Can I request the RFA crew and none of them have released their identities to mc. Mc then goes on about being in love with them not realizing they are in the chat (ex: mc sees zen in a magazine and comments in the group of how much she likes him but the group doesn't tell her zen is the chat) if that makes sense. I'm sorry if it's confusing 😓

 aaaahhhhhhhh sorry this is so late! i’ve been so busy with ap tests :( but this was so much fun to write!!!

Not Recognizing the RFA

Yoosung:

  • You told the RFA how there was this really cute boy in your biology class
  • He was kinda adorkable and overall really sweet and you really like that about him
  • When someone asked what school you went to you told them SKY University
  • Seven immediately asks what your crush’s name was and you told them it was Yoosung
  • CUE INTENSE BLUSHING FROM YOOSUNG
  • Zen and Seven thought it would be funny to keep it a secret that the Yoosung you liked was also reading this entire conversation
  • After that chat, Yoosung gained a little more confidence in talking to you in person
  • He ended up being a little flirty with you omg this lil bean
  • Every time you spoke to each other, you gushed to everyone in the messenger about him
  • You go on a really cute study/coffee date!!!!!!!
  • zen and seven congratulate yoosung on becoming a man lol
  • When the day of the party arrives, Yoosung is super nervous but also really excited to see the look on your face
  • You get to the party and meet everyone but you notice they all have that mischievous smile
  • You realize there’s a member missing
  • *a wild Yoosung appears!* lol wHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
  • “Surprise! I’ve been an RFA member all along and I’ve been reading everything you ever said about me hahahaha……………”
  • He’s red in the face and you’re red in the face and the members are placing bets on who’s gonna make the first move lol
  • After the initial shock, you both start laughing and you end up staying by each other’s side the whole time
  • The party ends and he gives you a goodbye kiss jasfhsjaikd
  • Zen and Jaehee just won 50 bucks lol

Zen:

  • Your friend introduced you to some musical that starred Zen in it and you were immediately head over heels for him
  • When you told the RFA about this new up and coming actor, Jaehee started fangirling
  • She starts going on about Zen and recommends some of his musicals and sends photos of him to you
  • Meanwhile, Zen is watching this convo unfold all while smiling really smug to himself
  • He decides to have a little fun by pretending to not be the actor you currently have a gigantic crush on and may or may not actually be falling in love with
  • Also he can’t pass up an opportunity to talk about himself amirite
  • at this point, everyone but jaehee and zen have left the chat
  • He’ll send selfies of you claiming they’re secret photos he got off the internet and your heART GOES HAYWIRE
  • Zen is having fun with this
  • He ends up surprising you by telling you he scored front row tickets to his new show
  • You. Are. Dead.
  • You ask him how on earth he got tickets but he just says he has connections somehow or somethin idk
  • He thinks it’s really cute that you’re such a big fan of him
  • But he especially loves how it’s not just for his looks! You also admire his talent and how kind and devoted he is to his fans!
  • That’s how he falls for you but he doesn’t know if you’ll love him back or just remain a fan
  • Come the party day and he’s a little nervous to meet you
  • When you see him, you start freaking out because how did Zen end up at this party?!!?!?!!?1?1
  • He starts laughing as he explains that he was a member of the RFA
  • you nearly faint bc omg the amount of embarrassing things that you said
  • After letting the news sink in, he proclaims his love for you
  • You’re super happy because of course you love him too because you were able to get to know the real Zen in the chat and not just the actor
  • When you tell him that, he is sososososo happy!!!!

Jaehee:

  • You met this really cute girl at a coffee shop one day 
  • She was in a rush but she made quick small talk with you but you never got her name
  • When you told the RFA about her, you were super blushy and everything awww
  • But Jaehee is a super smart girl so she was able to kinda put two and two together and figure out that she was the one you met
  • Now she’s getting all blushy bc “wat MC likes me??? she thinks i’m cute?!!?!?”
  • Since that day, she makes an effort to go to the same cafe at the same time in hopes of meeting you again
  • And you’re doing the same thing so you end up meeting each other every day
  • You two claim it’s just a “coincidence”
  • calling u on ur bullshit
  • The both of you end up developing HUGE crushes on each other it’s adorable
  • Everyone in the RFA is rooting for you two lol
  • Especially Zen and he’s also trying to be that lowkey wingman for baehee in the chat without revealing who she really is
  • You thought it would be a good idea to invite Jaehee to the party
  • She accepts while trying to hide her laugh bc little did you know
  • The day arrives and you’re nervous to finally meet the RFA but even more nervous bc oh god Jaehee is gonna be there too you gotta look nice
  • You spot Jaehee right away and you give her a big hug before leading her around and trying to find the RFA
  • You see a group of men walk up to you and they introduce themselves as the RFA
  • You introduce Jaehee as the girl you’ve been talking about
  • “MC, there’s no need to introduce me. I already know them.”
  • lol wut
  • She giggles and explains that she is the other member and you nearly faint you’re so embarrassed
  • She takes your hand in hers and says, “Don’t worry, MC. I happen to like you a lot too.”

Jumin:

  • You had recently gotten a job at the C&R Company and had coincidentally been placed to work in the same department as Jumin’s
  • Despite the rumors and the crazy amount of workload, you had slowly started to develop some feelings for him
  • You never really saw him that much since he was so busy
  • But when you did, your heart would beat like crazy even though you knew that being with him would probably never happen in a billion years
  • So you vented to the chatroom one day after having a run-in with Jumin
  • You told them how you had started to fall for him even though you knew her could never have feelings for you
  • Jaehee was stunned
  • Yoosung and Seven fucking lost it
  • Zen nearly s c r e a m e d
  • When Jumin read your messages, he was shocked to say the least
  • How funny that the MC he’s falling for is also in love with him without realizing it
  • He immediately looked up your employee info so he could have a little fun with this 
  • The next day at work, you were surprised to run into Jumin but even more so that he decided to actually have a conversation with you that didn’t involve work
  • He was a lot nicer and relaxed and smiled more than before
  • You told the members about the interaction while Jumin fucking smirked the entire time
  • This continued for a while, him randomly running into you at work and chatting while you silently died inside
  • same mc same
  • Party day arrives and you’re looking around for the members when BAM
  • juMiN iS HeRE?!?!1/!?!!?
  • You slowly make your way towards him and the small group he was talking to
  • He sees you and smiles
  • “Ah MC, it’s so good to see you again. Let me introduce you to the other RFA members.”
  • O-Other members?”
  • The gears start working in your head before you realize that Jumin was a member
  • Which meant he read all your messages
  • Which also meant that today was your death day
  • He laughs at your expression when you figure it out but reassures you that the feelings are mutual
  • You both smile at each other as he kisses you on the cheek
  • meanwhile zen is now officially screaming

Seven:

  • The agency you worked for partnered you up with Seven for a mission
  • Agents 606 and 707: The best hacker and best field operative the agency has
  • also fucking badass holy shit i might write a fic
  • Ever since your successful mission, you two have been partners on every single one following that
  • While kicking ass, you had slowly started to develop feelings for him
  • When you joined the RFA, everyone introduced themselves except for one who was a hacker
  • To you, it made sense that he had to hide his identity
  • Also for some strange reason, this hacker reminded you of Seven hmmmmmmmmmmm i wonder why
  • You introduced yourself to the group, though, and Seven nearly choked on the chips he was eating
  • As the days passed by, you grew more comfortable with the group and eventually told them about the troubles in your love life
  • You told them how you had fallen for your partner but you didn’t think he loved you back because he tends to push you away sometimes
  • Seven: Dead.
  • Little did you know that he was in love with you too
  • The reason why he pushes you away was because he didn’t think that you loved him
  • Since then, Seven has started to open up a bit more around you and you were really happy with that
  • In classic Seven-fashion, he thinks it would be hilarious if he kept it a secret that he was an RFA member
  • The day of the party arrives and you’re about to leave when you run into Seven
  • “Where you going?” He asks you
  • “Heading off to the party with the RFA. I told you about them, remember? See you later!”
  • yes you will lololol
  • When you meet everyone at the party, you’re all happy to finally meet each other 
  • But you notice that your new hacker friend was missing
  • In the corner of your eye, you see a flash of red and immediately recognize it as Seven
  • You confront him and ask him how and why he’s at the party
  • “For the agency’s best spy, you’re really bad at recognizing people.”
  • Putting two and two together, you realize that he was the last member of the RFA
  • *cue you slapping him repeatedly on the shoulder as he laughs his fucking ass off*
{Reaction} Got7′s s/o Finding Out Another Member Likes Them.

Hi ! I love your blog ! ❤️i was wondering if you could do a reaction of got7 of their gf break up with them but another member like her (she finds out) and because she don’t want them to argue and “destroye” the group (she thanks its more important to him) she wants to Break up Hahaha sorry it’s long

Note: I changed your request a little so it’s just where the reader finds out another member likes them when they’re already dating someone in Got7. Just because the other is a little too long to put in a reaction. I’d be happy to write you a scenario if you want to request for a specific member. Enjoy! 

I don’t own the gifs/ images used.

Jackson Wang

Originally posted by rapnamjoon

Since you’re already dating Jinyoung, Jackson would feel pretty bad for having a crush on you. But it’s not something that you can help or decide, your heart does not care and it can sometimes turn out brutally. Watching you and Jinyoung is torture to him, and no one but himself knows how he really feels. That is until one fateful day when he decided he needed to come clean about the situation as it was causing him so much stress. 

Jackson: “I don’t expect you to return my feelings obviously, but I just wanted to let you know that it’s how I feel. I’m sorry if this makes things awkward. I hope you still want to be friends. I just needed to tell you, it’s been eating me up inside. “


Mark Tuan

Originally posted by tuanmarkers

Mark would be really secretive about how he feels, and only trusts those that are very close to him at the best of times. Upon realising he was beginning to like you more than he should, he confided in Jackson. Bad idea. The two of them sat in their shared room, talking about it. Little did they know that you were stood outside the door for the entire conversation. A little while after, you caught Mark on his own and confronted him about it. He looked more than uncomfortable, you could tell he would rather do anything than have a conversation with you like this.

Mark: “You shouldn’t go around listening to people’s conversations.” 

{y/n}: “That’s not the point. I heard my name and got curious. You should be more careful if you don’t want people to hear you. Any of them could have heard you. Yugyeom could have heard you.” 

Mark: “I don’t care {y/n}. It doesn’t matter anyway.” *Walks away because he doesn’t want you to see him as his eyes well up*


Bambam/ Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by kunpimuak

Bambam had no intention on telling you how he feels about you because well, that would be an asshole move while you’re dating one of his best friends and fellow band mates, Jackson. But one night, the two of you were hanging out with a few drinks, like all best friends do. But with him drinking too much of the intoxicating liquid and you not enough he found himself spilling more information and putting himself in the danger zone. 

Bambam: I like you {y/n}”

{y/n}: “I like you too, Bambam.” 

Bambam: “No, {y/n}. I really like you. I mean, I would totally kiss you right now. But you’re with Jackson, what a dick. I’ve liked you longer, probably. Shit, I shouldn’t be telling you this. {y/n} I’m so drunk.” 

{y/n}: *Not sure if you should take him seriously or not.* “I’ll get you some water.”


Im Jaebum/ JB

Originally posted by jehbum

If Jaebum had learned anything from this experience of falling for the person one of his best friends was dating, it was to make sure that he never trusts Bambam with anything significantly secret ever again. It had been Bambam that had let the cat out of the bag, he had admitted it to Jaebum with sorrowful eyes and a guilty expression. Jaebum had expected you to say something, but you didn’t, at least for a while, until you couldn’t go any longer without anything being confirmed. 

{y/n}: “Bambam told me that you like me… I just wanted to know if that was true, or if he was trying to prank me. You know I’m with Youngjae, don’t you?”

Jaebum: “It’s not true. Bambam is an idiot, don’t pay any attention to him, you know what he’s like.” *Laughing it off, somehow managing to convince you even as his heart shatters.*

{y/n}: “Ah, that idiot. I knew he was playing up. I’m sorry if I made you awkward. I should have known better than to believe something so stupid.” *hugs him*

Jaebum: “Yeah, completely stupid. What were you thinking?” *Holds you tightly as though it’s the last time he ever will.*  


Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by jieunyoung

The worst thing about you liking Mark was probably all of the PDA. You didn’t do it intimately, but it didn’t need to be. Even the smallest hugs, or the way he cuddled you on the sofa made his blood boil. But what could be do about it? Nothing. He liked Mark, he’s one of his best friends, of course, and Jinyoung wants him to be happy. But at the same time, watching Mark standing in the place he is desperate to be kills him inside. 

{y/n}: *Kisses Mark, sitting down next to him on the sofa.*

Jackson: “Are you okay Jinyoung? You look like you’re about to commit mass murder.”

Jinyoung: “I’m fine, I just feel a little sick.” *glares at you and Mark*


Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by j-miki

Yugyeom had taken his feelings out on a piece of paper, he wrote you a full song and ended up releasing it as a solo single. You complimented him on it, but never really understanding it’s true meaning until one fateful day when you caught him under gas and air at the dentist. 

Yugyeom: “Thank you for driving me here, I love you {y/n}.” 

{y/n}: *Laughs* “I love you too, Yugyeom.” 

Yugyeom: “Liar. You don’t love me, you love JB. I love you though, I even wrote you that song. It’s really funny, because you have no idea it’s for you.” 

{y/n}: “…”


Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by gotpmgifs

Youngjae had done a perfectly good job of keeping his crush on you a secret, it had been Jackson that had spilled the secret to you accidentally. But it wasn’t just you that was in the room when the secret was shared, everyone was in the room, including your boyfriend Bambam. 

{y/n}: “… Is this true, Youngjae?”

Youngjae: “No…” 

Drive In Confessions

Word Count: 1,711    

   A/N: This was requested by NoaCohen17 on Wattpad, i hope this is what you wanted!

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


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    It was the last night that the Drive In was going to be open, and as expected Jughead was upset. He had been a mess all night, although Y/N was the only one who knew it, he wouldn’t dare to show anyone else how he actually felt. They knew he was upset of course, but they never saw him cry over the matter like Y/N did, she was his absolute best friend and his crush. The Drive In had a final showing, and everyone left as soon as the movie was over, everyone except for Jughead and Y/N. They sat on the ground on a blanket discussing the next movie they were going to watch.    

    “Whats next?” Jughead asked quietly, and Y/N shrugged.    

    “Whatever you want Juggie, this is your night.” she said tenderly.    

    “No, its our night, this was our favourite hang out and its about to be demolished. This is just as much your night as it is mine.” he said, sniffling and trying to hold back tears. Y/N rubbed small circles on Jugheads back, and leaned her head on his shoulder, staring off at the screen.    

    “I honestly don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” she said, and Jughead nodded, standing up. He held out his hand to Y/N and she took it, and he pulled her up. She stumbled and crashed into his chest and he caught her, chuckling and staring down at her. She backed away and tried to hide her crimson blush, brushing herself off.    

    “Whats so funny, Chuckles?” she said, and Jughead laughed even more.     “Whats so funny? Maybe the fact that apparently you don’t know how to stand on two feet. Have you been standing long, princess?” he teased, and she blushed even more at the nickname.    

    “You’re an ass, why am I friends with you?” she asked, walking towards the film room.    

    “Because I’m your ass.” he called, walking after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around.    

    “Wow, cringe alert.” she said, and Jughead rolled his eyes.    

    “You know what I meant.” he said and she shrugged.    

    “Do I really?” she teased and he gave her a slight shove.    

    “Yes, you know me better than anyone.” he said in a serious tone, and she nodded.    

    “I better, I’m your best friend and I don’t want any secrets between us.” she said, and he nodded.    

    “Are you keeping any secrets from me?” he asked and she tensed up slightly.    

    “You don’t need to know.” she said, and grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away.    

    “Woah I don’t think so, you just said there shouldn’t be any secrets between us.” he said, staring down at her.    

    “"Are you keeping any secrets from me?” she asked cheekily, and he stared down at the floor. “Wow, your poker face really crumbles when it comes to me.” she teased.    

    “Yeah whatever.” he huffed. “We should probably get these secrets out of the way, shouldn’t we?” he asked and Y/N blushed, slowly nodding her head.     “Yeah, I guess.” she looked up at the raven haired boy. “You should probably go first.” she quickly added, earning a chuckle from the boy.    

    “Fine, I guess I will.” slowly he walked the rest of the way to the little shack at the back of the Drive In and stopped in front of the door and turned to face the (Y/H/C) haired girl. “Please don’t get mad at what I’m about to tell you.” he said quietly, and she looked at him worriedly.    

    “Okay…” she said. Slowly, he opened the door to the little room and let her peer inside. Her eyes fell onto a small mattress with blankets and clothes on it. She saw a few pictures around the small place, and she turned to face Jughead. “Are you…?”    

    “Yeah.” he said quietly. “You already know whats going on with my dad of course, but I got tired of it so I moved out. I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go so I came here.”    

    “What do you mean you had no where else to go, you could of come to live with me!” she exclaimed, and she saw his face fall even more. “Im sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, its just you could have come and stayed with me. You know that right?” she said quietly, grabbing onto his shoulder and forcing him to look at her.    

    “Your parents wouldn’t of allowed it.” he said, and it was her turn to spill a secret.    

    “About that.” she said, giving a nervous laugh. “I don’t exactly live with my parents anymore.” she said, and he looked at her wide eyed. “Please don’t tell the others, they’d take over my house and throw a party, and I cant stand seeing people at our school already, I don’t need to hate them at my house as well.” she said and Jughead laughed.    

    “I wont, I promise, but what do you mean you don’t live with them anymore?” he asked.    

    “Well, as you know my parents aren’t all that great either. You know how they were never home and I practically take care of myself anyways, so I got a job and moved out of my house. I’m in a small two bedroom one bathroom apartment and its super cheap but kind of shitty but hey, its better than living with parents who don’t care about me.  At least this way I have a reason to take care of myself, and its my own roof so its my own rules.” she said. Jughead slowly nodded his head.    

    “Why didn’t you tell me before, you have to be careful Y/N, theres a murderer on the loose and having you alone scares me.”’ he said worriedly and she giggled.    

    “You’re the one to talk, this place has the shittiest locks ever, I could kick down your door in .02 seconds. And I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d freak out.” she said, and he nodded his head in agreement.    

    “Touché.” he said.    

    “Anything else you have to take off your chest?” she asked, leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms across her chest.    

    “Well, there is one thing, but I don’t know if I want to say anything.” he said and she rolled her eyes.    

    “Come on, you can tell me.” she said, and Jughead sighed. “Wait, don’t tell me, I think I know what it is.”      

    “"What?” he asked, tensing up. There was no way she would know, is there?    

    “You’re an alcoholic.” she said seriously, and Jughead shook his head. Y/N giggled. “I know that’s not it, you’re just taking way too long to tell me whats actually up.”    

    “I didn’t find it very funny.” he said, staring down at the ground.      

    “Wow, and there goes your sense of humor. Seriously Juggie, whats up, just tell me.” she pleaded. A sudden burst of confidence coursed through Jughead and he took a deep breath.      

    “Fine, here it goes.” he started, and Y/N perked up. Jughead took a few steps forward until he was right in front of Y/N. His gaze fell upon her face, and she looked up questioningly up at him.      

    “Jughead, what’s going on, I thought you were going to…” she trailed off as Jugheads gaze went from her eyes to her lips, and she quickly caught on to what was about to happen. “Oh…” she said as he started to lean down. He paused right before his lips met hers.      

    “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his breath fanning out across her face, sending shivers up her back. She stood on her toes, closing the gap between the two of them. They stood there for what felt like hours, his lips on hers. pouring every emotion they could into this one kiss. Y/N finally pulled away breathlessly, staring up at the handsome raven haired boy that stood in front of her.

    “Thats quite a secret you’ve been holding onto.” she joked, earning a smirk from Jughead.      

    “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like you were keeping the same one.” he said, grabbing her hands and leaning down close to her again.    

    “Its a shame you didn’t tell me earlier.” she whispered and Jughead chuckled, moving to close the gap between them. She quickly pulled away, moving towards the shelves of movies, searching for one to watch. Jughead watched as she looked through the films, and she slowly turned around smirking.      

    “You’re such a tease.” he said, walking towards her.      

    “Not a tease, just impatient to watch our last movies here.” she stated bluntly, still smiling. “We have our whole lives to celebrate our little secret, but we only havetonight to celebrate the Drive In.” Jughead nodded, looking through the movies as well. He pulled out (Y/F/M) and showed it to her, and she lit up.      

    “My favourite!” she exclaimed, and he laughed. “Are you sure that’s the one you want to watch?” she asked, and he nodded.      

    “I don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” he said, and she leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips. Jughead set the movie up, and it started rolling.    

    “Well then, shall we?” she asked, holding out her hand.      

    “We shall.” he said, taking it. They exited the small shack and Jughead turned to close the door.      

    “You do realize I’m being serious about you living with me.” Y/N said, walking back towards their spot. Jughead watched her as she walked backwards, smiling at him. Sure he was heartbroken about this being the last night he had at the Drive In, but this night still was a good one. He may be loosing one important part of his life, but he gained another, and he felt like Y/N was going to make it all okay. For once in a long time, he felt happy, truly happy.      

    “I never doubted it.” he called, jogging to catch up with her. She plopped down on the blanket and Jughead sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her. She snuggled into his side, and they sat there in silence, enjoying the last night there in eachothers company.


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