i like the other one better sigh

@babsxxxx: Okay soo a harry hook x reader idea for you: the reader grew up in the isle but is helping mal with saving Ben. She knew Harry from when she was growing up but hasn’t seen him in ages but he is mad at her for leaving him behind…. so yeah put your own spin on it and make is as angsty and fluffy as you can!


OK, so I may have gone a smidge overboard with this one, but I really like it. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 4336


There was a knock at your door.

You looked up, frowning for a moment, before taking this as an excuse to put off doing the homework for Fairy Godmother’s class. Getting up from your desk, you wandered over to your door to open it.

“…Mal?”

Sure enough, there she was.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Mal said, pushing through into your dorm room.

You were still a little thrown from her sudden appearance. “I thought you’d gone back to the Isle? And your hair…you went back to purple?”

Mal waved a hand to cut you off. “We don’t have time for questions right now. I need your help.”

That definitely caught your attention. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ben’s been kidnapped,” Mal stated, her voice low. You’d never heard her sound so emotional, so sincere.

You blinked. “That’s horrible…but why do you need me? Shouldn’t we go to Fairy Godmother or Ben’s parents or–”

“Uma and her crew took him,” Mal revealed.

Oh. Everything clicked into place.

“Harry…”

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Wrong

Originally posted by lumos025

Summary: Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung bullied you in high school and by some sick joke the universe was playing on you, 2 years later Jungkook was attending the same University as you. Even sicker joke was being stuck with him doing a project on ‘Sex in Cinema’ for a whole semester. Go figure.

Words: 8083

Warnings: Smut, a lot of dirty talk holy shit (I can’t help it), oral, masturbation, overstimulation.

2 years earlier:

You walked down the road, almost around midnight, trying to get home as fast as possible the chilly rainy weather. Not to mention the truck that was trailing behind you and the screams and shouts of “wait up thunder thighs!” and “stop running away like a little bitch!” coming from the 3 boys who occupied it. Wrapping your arms around yourself to feel just an ounce of warmth, you willed yourself to ignore these bastards and walk faster. ‘I’m almost home, I’m almost home’ repeating it like a mantra in your head. Really, it was a stupid idea to think that you could enjoy a last high school party with your friends who were the complete opposite of you. After all, when the three most popular boys of the school were determined to make your life a living hell, why would anyone else want to treat you different in this extremely cliché scenario. It was hard to pinpoint what exactly was it about you that made them hate you so much.

From the time that you can remember, and you remembered a lot, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook had always despised you. It’s like they couldn’t stand your existence. When you would be at the library helping out by staying late, they would wait after school, yes they would go out of their way to stay at school longer, to make sure that your walk home was as stressful as possible. Making fun of pretty much anything and everything you did was a normal occurrence. You had just learned to live with it, but not today.

You suddenly started to slow your pace. They are cowards, you thought. What can they possibly do? Always taunting, always calling names, always making you feel shit about anything you took interest in. But they were all talk, right? You thought, huffing out. People like them walk in groups because they can’t actually do anything alone. You don’t know what came over you, but you suddenly stopped and turned around slowly. The truck that the boys were trailing behind you also slowed and stopped a few meters away.

The one driving was Jimin, while Taehyung sat beside him and Jungkook stood, head poking out of the truck’s opening in the ceiling. You stood defiantly, shaking from the growing rain, your hair soaked and hands tightly by your side. Silently daring them to charge the truck towards you. ‘They won’t do it, they’re cowards’ you thought, your confidence growing slowly. You couldn’t tell where this adrenaline rush had come from to give you such courage to finally stand your ground, just a few weeks away from graduation. You could see Taehyung’s cunning, and terrifyingly psychotic grin widening as he relentlessly whispered in Jimin’s ear, whose grip on the wheel was tightening as he looked you right in the eyes. Jungkook was laughing. He apparently found the situation so amusing, that you decided now to grow a spine and challenge them. Suddenly, the sound of the engine revving was as loud as the rain.

It all went pretty much downhill from there. The last thing you remembered was your too loud heartbeat, the bright flash from the truck and Jungkook’s face suddenly forming a horrified expression as if he wasn’t just laughing at you.

Present day:

You weren’t looking for him specifically among the crowd flooding into the lecture hall. But something did happen inside you when you spotted him. A kind of lightness, or a lifting of some heavy part of yourself. Everything was settling into a nice, normal routine. You were going about your daily lives in an ordinary manner, and you were doing it completely separately.

He sat in the fourth row, and you sat at the back. Only now there was no rising sense of dread. You didn’t keep your hand to yourself when the lecturer asked a question. You answered, without the background sound of someone snickering. And even when it felt as though he was looking at you, when you snuck a glance at him you only ever saw the back of his head.

He bent low over his notes, and his head occasionally lifted a little as he really listened to whatever the lecturer was saying. Once or twice you actually caught him nodding, or doing a little staggered-looking half laugh over some ridiculous concept. As if he loved it all now.

He loved it so much he was sometimes at the lectures early. You would come in with Y/B/F, still giggling over something ridiculous, and get the faint prickle that told you he was already there. Only now when it happened it didn’t make you want to cover yourself up, or run and hide. There was nothing to hide from. Everything was going to be super cool and totally fine from here on in. Or it would have been, if it were not for the group project. The one that you were so excited for that you didn’t process it when your lecturer started reading out the names. You would be working with Y/B/F—that was a given. You were going to watch ridiculously filthy movies together and laugh about bobbing butts and ogle Ewan McGregor’s penis.

And then you heard his name.

Followed by yours.

Distantly, like in a dream of being in class.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you have a problem with that assignment?”

Everyone was looking at you now. No—not just looking. Examining, as though You had become a new and baffling species. The girl who was not excited about the idea of spending a whole semester with Jungkook. The creature who seemed horrified at the prospect of working with him. It made it difficult to do anything at all, even with Y/B/F urging you to say yes, yes I do have a fucking problem. Though you still didn’t expect the shake of your head to happen. Just one little accidental shake of your head and that was it. Your lecturer moved on to his next victim, leaving you in something You once had a nightmare about in ninth grade. Working with Jungkook. On a semester-long project.

About sex in cinema.

“Don’t worry, we can fix this. Just go to his office and talk to him privately about it. He would have to be Satan himself to not understand,” You heard Y/B/F whisper. But the words seemed even further away than you name had when your lecturer read it out.

“Right. Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

“I can come with you if you want.”

“No, that’s okay. That’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You look like you’ve been punched. In the face. With a small nuclear blast.”

“I’m sure,” You said, but soon came to regret that firmness in your voice. The steady nod that told Y/B/F it was okay for you to go in a different direction once you were outside. It only meant that you were on your own when you got to the tiny hallway outside your lecturer’s door.

And saw that Jungkook was already waiting. Of course he was—he probably had the same concerns as you. No matter how sorry he was or what he thought of being in the red and being wrong, he would never want to work in close quarters with you for the entire semester. In fact, him being sorry likely made the situation seem worse to him. Most likely he had calculated all the awkward conversations you guys would have to have and how far apart he would have to stand to keep you comfortable, and found it as unbearable as you did.

Even though his expression seemed to say something else.

Oh god. His expression was saying something else.

Then he held up his hands, as though to calm you.

And you knew.

“All right, Y/N, I know that you’re probably thinking it’s way better if you do this project with that gal pal of yours, but wait, okay? I got reasons why this is gonna be fine.”

“Is that seriously why you’re here? To stop me asking to switch us?”

“Well…no. Not stop you exactly. Stop is a really strong word.”

“While I’m glad you’ve learned that—” You said, your voice briefly catching when you saw his wince. He winced, your mind hissed, before you forced yourself to finish. “I still think it covers what’s happening here.”

“I just wanted to talk to you about it for a second. Just, like, hear me out.”

“I want to. I really do. But come on. You know I wasn’t born yesterday. This has all the hallmarks of some kind of trap or prank or joke at my expense.”

“How could it possibly be a trap or prank? He put people together based on…I don’t even know what he put people together based on. But it couldn’t have had anything to do with me.”

You searched his face, looking for the lie. Waiting for him to show some hint of bullshit, beneath those too-kind eyes and his spread hands and the obvious logic of what he was saying.

Only there was nothing, nothing, nothing.

And it made no difference at all.

“Okay, I buy that. I do. Yet the fact still remains: I cannot do a project with you. Ever. You have to know that doing anything like that is completely impossible for me. Right?”

“I was just thinking that maybe…maybe you could give it a chance. You know, now that we’re on speaking terms and everything is almost cool between us.”

“You think everything is cool between us?”

“Well, maybe not cool exactly. More like…okay.”

“Still need to dial it back a notch, chief.”

“Reasonable? Not bad? Kind of semi decent?”

“That last one is getting close.”

He sighed, shoulders sagging.

Relenting, you thought. He’s actually relenting.

“Fine, we are a fucking disaster.”

“Now you’re getting the idea,” You said.

“But I figure we can work on it.”

“By doing a project on sex in the cinema together?”

“Well,” he said. “When you put it like that it sounds dumb.”

“There’s no other way to put it! That is literally what you’re suggesting.”

“Yeah, I get that. I just…want to not get that. I want it to be easier or better or just not the way this is.”

“That could have been my daily prayer in high school, Jungkook.”

He didn’t react the way you expected to, with more weird arguing.

He just closed his eyes.

He closed them like someone had just told him his family had been in a fatal accident.

“I wish I could go back and start over again. More than wish—I would give everything I have to start over again. The wrestling, this scholarship, every party I ever went to and every fun thing I ever did. And you can choose to not believe me about that, but—”

“I believe you.”

“You do?”

“I’m as surprised as you are, but yeah.”

“Then why does this have to be such a big deal?”

You thought of Y/B/F saying attempted murder.

“Y/N that is fucking attempted murder. Babe, you don’t have to feel bad about anything you put him through now. His friends and him included, ran you over with a fucking truck. How much physio and other therapy sessions did you have to go through because of them, huh?”

The terror that used to flood you when he walked down the hall.

That ever-present sensation of a grille barrelling into your body.

“Because understanding that someone is truly sorry and wanting to spend huge amounts of time with them are two different things. I might see that you mean this, and know rationally that I can almost sort of trust you. Maybe I even want it to be that easy, too. But your face is the one I had nightmares about for two years. Your smile doesn’t seem happy to me. I associate it with cruelty.”

You shook your head. Glanced away from him so you didn’t have to see the defeated look on his face.

“It’s hard for me to look at you, Jungkook, no matter how much I appreciate what you’ve done here.”

“That was a really well-thought-out and logically sound speech.”

“I know it was. I’m pretty proud.”

“And I have no argument against it.”

“You don’t need one. What you’ve done here…” You gritted your teeth hard and looked at the ceiling. But this time it didn’t stop the tears. They were already welling up by the time You explained the rest to him.

“It means a lot. And a million men would never have done the same, I can promise you. I don’t have any messages from Jimin on my phone. Taehyung isn’t going to call anytime soon. It’s just you, a rare fantasy in the middle of all this dismal reality.”

He turned around when you were done. All the way around—and then his arms went up to cover his head and you understood. What you said had affected him, strongly. Maybe more than his words had affected you. It took him twice as long to get it together, and even after he had he couldn’t quite look at you. He just kept staring at the wall and clenching his jaw.

And saying things. Oh yeah, he said things, in a strained, shaky voice.

“I meant what I said, you know. That you are the very best.”

“I know. That’s why I’m going to ask you not to say it again.”

“I can’t stop. I have the opposite of whatever idiocy infected me in high school.”

“What, like insane-need-to-compliment fever?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” he said.

“Well it has taken a raging hold of you, let me tell you.”

“I know it seriously cannot be stopped.”

“I think you have a terminal case.”

“Not a bad way to go, if you ask me,” he said, so soft and sincere it took all your strength to stop yourself smiling in response. You could feel your lips trembling. Your cheeks ached with the effort of pinning them down, yet still You knew you were failing. You could see it in his satisfied expression.

And hear it in his words.

“That’s better. Seeing you look happy.”

“I am happy,” You said, then added without thinking: “Are you?”

Of course you didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a polite habit, based on interactions with people other than Jungkook. People who had actual problems, who lived troubled lives, who might answer with a god no. Jungkook would never need to answer with a god no. His life was full of endless possibilities and unfettered glory. He could snap his fingers and have a thousand people follow him to the ends of the earth.

He even looked that way, in the dim light of the narrow hallway between these offices.His hair was the colour of dark chocolate. Every item of clothing suited him perfectly, from the rich grey-blue of his V-neck to the jeans he’d tucked into his timberlands. He exuded cool from every pore; he could have stepped off the cover of a magazine. Yet all you could see was his face as it slowly sagged. It was like watching someone cut the strings that had held a mask in place—a mask you hadn’t known he was wearing. You thought that smiling golden god who had tormented you was the real him, but for a second you couldn’t be sure. Just for one heart-rattling second, and then the door to the office opened and that glimpse of something else was gone—so fast You would imagine later that it had never existed. It was just a trick of the light.

Better to focus on the real and the now.

“What can I do for you two today?” Professor asked.

Then you took a breath and answered.

“Nothing,” You said.

A few weeks later:

After that day, you didn’t know how or why you suddenly decided to give working with him a try, but so far, it was going…. okay. You two met up at the library, took your notes, glancing at each other once in a while, mostly Jungkook, asking each other questions relevant to your awkward topic given the situation and that was that. He made jokes sometimes that managed to get out a few carefree laughs out of you as well. It was all… comfortable. Nothing that you had expected. That is why, you decided, it was time to move on to watching actual movies for references, in your project.

It was nearly one in the morning, on a Wednesday night when you went to get him as your friend was out and that was the only time Jungkook was free after wrestling practice. Everyone was in bed, and it gave an eerie feeling to your journey back to your dorm.

As did his silence.

He was always talking—You realized that then. Sometimes he practically kept up a running commentary on everything and anything, yet here he was as quiet as stone. And it wasn’t because he was exerting himself. He didn’t breathe hard once the whole time. He could have been carrying a backpack full of air. But the idea of mental trouble lingered. When you tilted your head a little, you could practically hear his mind going over and over things, in a way that just wasn’t like him. He was easy-going. Happy-go-lucky. He never worried about things the way you did.

Until now.

“Jungkook, are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little…”

Like an ominous statue of yourself.

“I was just thinking what movie we should watch.”

“Oh. Oh. You mean…right now?” You asked.

“Well, that’s what you came to get me for.”

“That’s true, I did come and get you for that.”

“Unless you don’t want me in your room so late.”

“No, no why would I…no, that’s cool.”

“You’re in the Jubilee Building, right?”

You had the strongest urge to ask him how he knew. But that seemed just as weird as objecting to him being in your room.

“Yeah. You just go past the science block and then—”

“Right, right, right I got it, I got it. The statue of Heo Nanseolheon is outside it, yeah?”

“That’s the one. Then it’s the third floor. Don’t worry though, there’s an elevator.”

“Ah, it wouldn’t have been a big deal.”

“Do you wanna let me unlock the door?” you asked standing behind him when you both reached your dorm.

“Oh shit, yeah. Yeah, go ahead,” he said moving his bulky body out of the way as you slid past him to unlock the door. Everything had returned to the way it should be now between you and Jungkook.

Except for the sexy movie you were now going to watch.

Alone. Together. On your bed. In the middle of the night.

You let him pick the movie, thinking that would make things easier somehow. Nothing could be misconstrued, at least, that way. He wouldn’t think you meant anything by your choice, whatever it might be. But you forgot that he might mean something with his choice. You watched the heroine trying to clumsily pick up the hero at the start of White Palace, and cringed so hard it felt more like a cramp in your gut. Your cheeks grew hot, in a way that made you grateful for the dim light of your feeble bedside lamp.

Otherwise he would see your face go red and know you understood his point—despite the fact that his point was fucking nonsense.

“This is even less realistic than Dirty Dancing.”

“Really? You think so? Like, in what way?” You asked.

“It just seems like she keeps pushing and pushing. No woman would push a guy that good-looking if he didn’t seem into it. I can’t think of anything more embarrassing.”

You didn’t look at him, but knew he shrugged.

His arm rubbed against yours as he did it.

“Maybe she doesn’t care.”

“I guess not.”

“Maybe she knows he’s actually into it.”

“That could be one explanation.” Jungkook says, sighing.

“Plus she obviously gets exactly what she was looking for.” He adds.

Onscreen, Susan Sarandon was going down on James Spader.

Which to you didn’t seem to back up his point at all.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s having a great time getting absolutely nothing out of this.”

“That’s what this looks like to you? Like she’s getting nothing out of this?”

“Well, in movies they make it look like she is. But I doubt she really would be.”

“You doubt that giving a guy a blow job could be enjoyable for a woman.”

You glanced at him then, just to see if his expression was as incredulous as his voice.

Then had to look back at the screen quickly. If anything, his expression was worse. He had one eyebrow raised, and there was almost no humour in his eyes. This was serious somehow. Much too serious.

“I don’t know. I mean it’s not really something you do for your own enjoyment. You do it for his.”

“So to you there’s nothing pleasurable about it. Nothing sexy about having a guy at your mercy. Begging you, moaning for you, trying not to push too deep when it gets too good.”

Your breath hitched.

“You do those things?”

The words came out too fast. Too disbelieving, too.

But You just couldn’t stop them. They ripped out of you before you had time to talk it over with you mind, all ragged around the edges and maybe a little breathless. Just enough that he likely heard it, and wondered why. You couldn’t tell him, however. You didn’t know yourself. You only knew that when he started talking again, you had the urge to put your fingers in your ears.

“Of course I do those things. Having your cock sucked is fucking amazing,” he said, which was absolutely fine.

But then he kept going.

He kept going.

“The heat and the slickness and her looking up at you as she works it with her hands and lips and tongue. Especially the tongue. The tongue is the best part. Watching it curl right around the—”

“Well, okay, it sounds cool when you put it that way.”

God your voice sounded loud. And too fast again, too. All your words practically jumbled together.

“I don’t know what other way it could possibly be.”

“How about hold still while I fuck your face? Some guy coming right in your eye? Losing a chunk of hair because he pulled too hard?”

“You’re not serious. Tell me honestly. None of that happened.”

Now his voice was bright with amusement. But it didn’t make you feel any better.

“All of that happened. To me. More than once.”

“Yeah but after…”

“After what?”

“After he came then he…”

He made a circle with his hand bobbing his head, as though you should know that one thing logically followed on from the other. It was all completely easy and obvious.

Instead of the hardest quiz you had ever had to get through. “Then he what? Gave me cab fare?”

“No. No. After that then this happens.”

You glanced at the thing he was pointing at.

Then had to look away again, quick. At your hands, at the bedspread.

At him, as he oh-so-slowly realized what your sudden awkwardness meant.

“This has never happened to you. Holy shit. You’ve never had a guy go down on you.”

“I have had a guy go down on me. I totally have.”

“Are you sure about that? You don’t look sure.”

“Well, maybe not like this.”

“There’s no other way to do it. This is actually the most basic, ordinary way to go about eating pussy.”

At those words, you could feel the fire burning on your cheeks and your breathing getting laboured. Jungkook really had no filter.

“Yeah, but this seems really exciting and sexy and hot.”

“Going down on a girl is really exciting and sexy and hot. Like I said about giving a guy head? Exactly the same principle. You get to see you writhe and shake and push herself against your mouth. Just like that, just like Sarandon is doing. Look at her. Look at her.”

“I am. I am looking,” You said, but You weren’t, not really.

You were thinking of the shiver that had gone through you when he said look, soft as butter and so oddly tender. And the way that he was looking himself, eyes almost far away.

Like he was seeing Sarandon, but putting someone else in her place.

“Think about how it must feel.”

“Yeah I can…I get that…”

“Think about his tongue slowly easing over her soft folds.”

“Is that…how…is that what you…” You said, breathlessly “Uh-huh.”

“And it works?”

You voice was a whisper now. But that was okay. His was, too. It was so low he had to lean close to ask you questions. He had to meet your gaze, and You had to meet his.

“What works?”

“It makes you…you know. Cum.”

“Oh yeah. But you gotta take your time.”

“I see. I guess that makes sense.” You were just babbling now, trying to keep up with him.

“Let it build, nice and slow. Start by just stroking her with your fingertips. Work her, you know, until her lips part. And then when she’s all open to you, you just trace the shape of her with your tongue. Lick and lick in these ever decreasing circles until you’re right…fucking…there.”

“Where? Where…where are you?”

You shouldn’t have asked. You knew you shouldn’t as soon as it was out. Your faces were too close together now, and his body seemed to be looming over yours. That was his shoulder, almost nudging your chin. And his thigh, pressing deep and hard into yours. His answer was never going to make any of this better.

Then it came, hotter than molten lava and twice as destructive.

“Her clit. Her slick, swollen clit.”

“I see. That makes sense,” You said, even though that wasn’t what you wanted to go with.

No, what you wanted to go with was more like oh my fucking God this can’t be reality.

“Then you just…stroke it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Until she’s mindless.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Doesn’t even know what she’s saying anymore, or doing. She might tell you to bite, to fuck her with your tongue and fingers, harder or faster or some word that doesn’t even make sense. Hips coming up to meet you, greedy for it, horny for it, so horny she barely notices that her hand is in your hair and she’s squeezing tight enough for it to sting, so close to coming that her whole body is shuddering and shivering and flushing that deep, good pink. Soon as you see it you just know she’s burning. That her clit is aching and throbbing and her pussy is all open and slippery, and one more second of this will make her come. She’s already coming, before you even know where you’re at. Hard, hard, hard, like she never has before.”

You were holding your breath by the time he was done. You practically had to—his face was so close now you could have blinked and brushed his cheek with your eyelashes. Every word he said seemed to stroke against your face, cool at first but then more heated. As though he was starting to boil alive inside, too. Certainly he looked that way. You have never seem him flushed like this, not even when he pushed himself during a match.

Not even when he was embarrassed.

Though you supposed that wasn’t a common occurrence. He didn’t seem to be embarrassed now, and he’d just said all those words. He said clit and pussy and slippery, as if that was just a normal way to talk to your friend. And he did it all without flinching, too. Without glancing away or putting some distance between you. In fact, those eyes of his—now heavy lidded and so soft focus—seemed intent on you more than they ever had been before. They skittered all over you face, searching for something you had no idea how to give.

You didn’t even know what the something was.

You only knew that it made you forget yourself, just as he had described.

It made you search his face back, marvelling over every brutish line and gentle curve. Those lips of his, as plump as a girl’s yet so masculine at the same time. Every inch of them gleaming, as if he’d slicked them with gloss in anticipation of a kiss. Though even in that moment you didn’t really believe you wanted that. Until he whispered, low and heavy against your own lips.

“You can, you know.”

“Can what?”

“Touch yourself.”

It jolted you, when he said it.

But not as much as realizing why he said it.

You followed his gaze down, and took in the unmistakable sight of your hand in your lap. Really, really high up in your lap. Almost between your legs, in fact—though that was fine, it was cool, it was okay. You stuttered ‘no, no I didn’t really want to do that’, but it didn’t matter.

Because his hand was actually between his legs.

“I do,” he said.

As the whole world as You knew it dissolved right in front of your eyes.

“You do?”

“Fuck, yes. I’m dying to.”

“Because of the film. Because of the movie.”

“Sure. We can say that, if you want.”

You closed your eyes. Swallowed thickly.

Wished hard that he hadn’t added that last part.

“If we could that would be awesome.”

“No problem. I mean it was probably inevitable that this would happen to us.”

“Probably, yeah. Almost definitely, in fact.”

“Just a natural response to a sexy movie.”

“Seems that way to me.”

“So you just slip your hand under your waistband, and I’ll slip my hand under mine,” he said, which was fine all on its own. The problem was that he then went ahead and did it. You tried not to look, but saw anyway. You saw the way he fumbled in his haste, as though all his talk was only calm on the surface. Underneath, something was paddling frantically. It was making his cheeks pink and his body all trembly.

And his dick hard. God, his cock was hard.

You could see that without even trying at all. The curving shape beneath his sweatpants was enormous and unmistakable, and even if it hadn’t been, his hand made it pretty clear. As You watched, he eased it over that solid length, before finally clasping it in a way that shoved the swollen head right up against the tented material. Now You could make out ruder details, like the thick ridge around the head, and the slit at the tip. Both pronounced, explicit, rude.

But that wasn’t what really got you.

It was the way he stopped to lick his palm, before shoving it

under his waistband.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god, are you serious?”

“It’s cool. it’s fine. We don’t even have to look at each other.”

“No I guess not. I guess…I guess that I can just watch the screen.”

“We’re just two people getting off over a hot movie.”

“Exactly. Exactly.”

But that wasn’t strictly true. You weren’t getting off over the movie at all. Nothing was even happening anymore—it was just rich people looking down their noses and arguments over a Dust buster. If anything, it was vaguely depressing, rather than lust-inducing. Yet still You sat there, face burning, body tender and rigid all at the same time. Half of you stuffed so full of embarrassment and shock you sort of wanted to block everything out, the other half just shamelessly straining to hear every single tiny sound he made. Never daring to look, of course, but then…

You really didn’t need to.

He made so much noise that you could make out almost everything. Every little moan and gasp—and there were a lot of them, too. Lots of thick, guttural moans that started on an ah and ended with a kind of abrupt sigh, as though a knife had sliced through his throat before he could finish. So many soft mmms and gasps, like he honestly couldn’t get enough of whatever he was doing.

Though it was the whispers that hit you hardest. They got you right in the gut, low down and deep enough to ache. Oh yeah, he murmured, as though the hottest sex in the world was happening onscreen. As though they were fucking like animals, up and down and left and right. His tone even sounded sort of tremulous, and it got more intense as time went on. Soon he was panting, and rocking, and every now and then uttering something he was clearly imagining himself doing.

“Ah, yeah, suck my cock, just like that,” he said.

Then just to make it extra agonizing, he spat into his hand.

To make it extra slick, you thought, like someone’s mouth. Someone sucking him the way he’d described, slow and steady until he was actually shuddering, right here and now. The bed was moving, at least, and it wasn’t because he was working that cock hard. He wasn’t. He was going slow, so slow, squeezing and rolling rather than the short, fast kind of thing You’d always thought guys did. They almost never seemed to do anything else in porn…but then again they never did all this other stuff, too. You dared to turn you head a little more and saw to your astonishment that he had his hand pressed to his mouth. He was almost biting his fist, chest heaving, body shivering all over—but most important, eyes closed.

He couldn’t even see you looking. You were free to do as you pleased.Yet something held you back. You couldn’t seem to do more than peek out of the corner of you eye, and even that made you feel strange. You kept getting this clenching sensation—sort of like embarrassment or humiliation—and it got worse when his back arched. When he actually said out loud that he was almost there, that he was so close, that he was gonna come all over your duvet. I need something to do it on, he said, and even that had a shameful frisson of its own. You had a brief flash of him kneeling up and suddenly coming all over your face, or maybe pulling down that ridiculously large neck hole to expose your breasts.

Followed by an image of that thick white liquid coating you, striping you face, dripping off your tight little nipples. Him pushing his cock past your lips to finish off, groaning as he flooded your mouth.

And he would have flooded it, too. You glanced at him just in time to see him shove his sweatpants down, that big dick swelling under the pressure of his too-tight grip. Thick ribbons of come already hitting his bared belly, over and over until you were sure he must be done. He had to be, yet more kept flowing over his still-working fist. You watched it run down over his fingers in slippery trails before pooling in his lap.

Though none of it was what you kept seeing behind your eyes in the aftermath. Instead, you saw the way his face had looked as he shot his load. The open mouth, and the closed eyes, and most of all the strange, wrenching vulnerability that had covered him for a moment. No mischief, no macho bullshit—just a completely open and abandoned sort of ecstasy.

And all of it for you.

He knew you had watched him. He still knew now. You flicked your eyes back to the screen as he started to catch his breath, but the first thing he did was include you.

“Guess I kind of made a mess here,” he said, everything about his tone suggesting two conspirators, finishing off their evil deed. You even got up after he’d said it, to get him a tissue.

Though when You got back he’d pretty much taken care of most of it.

You stopped in the doorway to the bathroom at the sight: Him, casually licking his messy fingers.

It took you a good two minutes after that to go over to him, with your fistful of toilet paper. And when you did go, it was on very shaky legs. Your whole body felt shaky, in fact—though not in any way you’d experienced before. This was like being full to the brim with something burning hot, skin so close to ripping that it couldn’t keep still. Sometimes you thought you could see it shivering slightly under the strain, and every inch of it was tender, so tender. His leg brushed yours as you sat down, and it was agony. You even winced—then immediately regretted it.

He had been concentrating on clean-up. Now he looked up at you sharply.

And asked questions You were loathing to answer.

“Have you…not? I mean have you not—”

“I couldn’t. I’m sorry, I couldn’t.”

“God, you must be bursting.”

“Honestly, I’m fine.”

The problem was though; you didn’t seem fine.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. Your hands were fists on your thighs.

And of course he could see all of that.

“You look like you’re bursting.”

“Oh yeah? And what does bursting look like?”

“Your voice is shaking.”

“Is it?” You asked, voice so light it almost passed.

Almost, almost, almost.

“Your cheeks are flushed.”

“Are they?”

“And then there’s the fact that your nipples are like diamonds. Fuck, look how stiff they are. Isn’t that agonizing, having them like that? I bet your clit’s the same. Bet your pussy is so wet. So wet you’re making a mess of the nice, clean clothes.”

Your cheeks grew hotter and hotter as he whispered each word. By the time he was done they felt like they were going to melt right off you face. That tense, cringing feeling in your stomach was ten times worse, and that was before he got to the last point. The one about the clothes, and the mess, and oh god what if he was right? It felt as if he might be. You weren’t wearing any underwear, and everything was really slippery between your legs. You could feel it, every time You moved.

“Oh fuck, sorry, sorry I don’t…I hope…it’s just that—” You didn’t even know why you were apologizing

“Honey, you don’t need an explanation.”

His tone was like sinking into a warm bath—and the thumb you could feel stroking over you forearm only pulled you deeper down. He just did it so idly. So like he wasn’t touching you at all.

Before you knew it, you were up to your ears in liquid heat.

“Are you sure? Because it kind of feels like I do.”

“I’m sure. I mean, the movie was pretty intense.”

“Right, exactly. Super intense.”

“So why deny yourself?”

“I’m not…denying…anything.”

“I could leave, if you want.”

“No, god no,” You said, too fast and too fierce.v

Though it was only afterward that you realized how it sounded: Not like someone trying to say you didn’t want to masturbate. Like someone saying that you wanted him to stay.

And he took it that way, too.

“Or, you know. I could just…do it for you,” he said.

Then you just had to do your best not to go out of your mind.

You stopped herself from jumping up. Kept your hands from flailing.

Didn’t look at him, in case looking made you do something crazy.

“Oh my god. You can’t be serious. You can’t be serious.”

“Probably wouldn’t take a lot.”

“I always take a lot.”

“Even when you’re alone?”

“Especially when I’m alone.”

“Well, maybe we should see about that.”

Again, you had the urge to get up. Maybe you even would have, if it hadn’t been for the other things he was doing. The thumb stroking your arm was now the back of his hand, running the length of your arm over and over. And that was his breath against the curve of your throat, so close and warm he could have been kissing you there. It felt like kissing.

Only without the scariness of the real thing.

All of this was without the scariness of the real thing. It was just a game, that was all—and one that you could win if you really put you mind to it. He thought he could get you so easily, but he was utterly and completely wrong. You were a rock, in the face of whatever he was going to do. You were impervious to the pleasure he seemed to think he was going to dole out, to the point where you almost laughed when he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of those too-big sweatpants.

It was weird. Slightly uncomfortable.

Not sexy in the least.

And then his fingertips just oh-so-lightly grazed the pouting lips of your swollen pussy, and things pretty much started to go downhill from there. The sensation it sent through you was just so intense, and over something so small. He hadn’t even slipped between them to your clit, or eased a finger into your slick little hole. In truth, you weren’t entirely sure he’d touched you at all.

Yet you still had to clench your jaw.

You had to tell herself that it was just the stuff that had happened before—the film and him coming and then licking his fingers like a satisfied cat. It wasn’t anything to do with this right now, with him touching you, with his skill. He wasn’t skilful at all. He was terrible. Awful.

he worst lover you had ever had.

You had no idea why your thighs were trembling. Or what made you moan when he finally, finally, finally eased his fingers into that slick slit, and then topped it off by telling you just what he found there.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck you are wet. You’re so wet. Jesus Christ, Y/N, how can you stand it? How can you sit still and quiet with those eyes closed when your pussy is like this? So slippery I can just glide all the way down and ease on in and oh man, oh man,” he said, and all You could do in response was shiver and make a number of embarrassing noises. First for his words, and then oh god then for the feel of him doing it.

He used two fingers—two of those long, thick fingers—yet somehow it didn’t hurt when he pushed into you. There was no fumbling or searching. Your body just seemed to open for him, as though they’d dated for years and he’d worked on you for hours. He knew exactly how to touch you there, and when he did you simply had to respond. Your gasp rung out in the small room.Though you vowed it would be the last one. That was it now—you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of anything else. Not even when he started working his fingers in and out, slow and steady and so unbelievably good. you kind of wanted to cry over the unfairness of it. Why was he the one who had to be so good at this? How did he know how to do it in this deliberate, teasing, tantalizing way?

Even watching him do it was exciting. You made the mistake of glancing down and all you could see was his hand rolling beneath the material, the waistband occasionally stretching to give you a glimpse of your glossy cunt, his gleaming fingers, the way you were spread around that thick intrusion…

Fuck.

You had to look at the screen just to stop yourself coming right then and there—though even those measures had an exciting quality of their own. James Spader was just doing something incredibly dull now, while you sat here watching through slitted eyelids, cheeks flushed and legs spread, as a man slowly fingered your slick, flushed pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, until you were so beside yourself you weren’t sure you even wanted to hold back your moans. You only knew that you were still trying, for reasons that seemed vague and far away now. It just doesn’t matter, your mind hissed, but you kept it up anyway. You held yourself more tightly and bit deep into your lip—deep enough that you tasted blood. And when he started to ease those fingers up, you shut your eyes tight. You thought of other things, more boring things: dry books and bird-watching. All to no avail. He made one circle around your clit.

Just one tiny, insignificant circle, and that was it. Your orgasm rolled up from that stiff little bud, in one all-consuming and all-powerful wave. It took away your control over your body—your toes curled tight and your back arched. But most important, it took away your control over your mouth. It let one little word slip out.

Though one little word was more than enough.

“Jungkook,” You said, and after that the game was pretty much up. That was gratitude in your voice and pleasure in the sigh behind it, and all wrapped in the neat little bow of his name. There was no more pretending that it wasn’t him who had made you feel this way, or suggesting that all of this was just a game.And he knew it immediately. He kept up the thrusts of his long, thick fingers, helping you prolong the feeling of your orgasm for as long as possible. And he didn’t stop there. Your face was starting to contort from the oversensitivity and it was obvious that Jungkook knew it too from the way he bit his lip and started to purposely move his fingers faster once again.

“Ahh! J-Jungkook… I can’t….” You moaned out, though this seemed to have no effect on him as he seemed determined to elicit another orgasm from you. His fingers scraping against your tightening walls as they fought to repeatedly slam back inside you. Your thighs were shaking, your eyes half lidded, leaning back on your hands as his worked between your legs. Suddenly you gripped Jungkook’s moving hand as you came dangerously close to letting go.

“That’s it, fuck, cum again for me Y/N. I need this. You need this” He almost sounded desperate and it made you want to sob because everything was so fucking hot.

With a cry of his name, you came undone again, your body almost curling in towards itself from the sensitivity.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” he said, as though you’d cried out the filthiest thing on the face of the earth. And, again, he didn’t stop there. You could hear him fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants already—though you tried to turn it into something else in your head. He was just pulling them up, you thought. They had slid down as he serviced you, that was all.

Only it wasn’t all.

When you made the mistake of glancing his way, you saw so much more than you were ready for. It was supposed to be over now, completely over, but he’d shoved everything down to mid-thigh and his cock was in his hand again and god god god why was it so arousing? You’d had cum twice already. He’d had one orgasm already, and now he was being so fucking filthy.

Yet somehow the filthiness only made it worse.

You came searingly close to telling him yes.

And go on.

And come all over me—just like you’d imagined.

For one wild second, it even seemed like he might. He was groaning and panting and he kept saying things, incredible things like “do you see what you do to me do you get how fucking horny you make me oh fuck just hearing you moan my name”. His hand was heavy on your shoulder, and you knew he was close. He was going to yank your top down any second now.

Any second, you thought.

Though you didn’t realize how much you wanted it until the first thick burst slid over his fist.

Didn’t know how little control you had over herself until he grunted your name and shuddered violently, that slick fluid easing over his still-pumping fist. After all, if you’d had any you would have stayed right where you were, content to just watch.Instead of leaning forward to take that heavy, swollen, slippery head in your mouth, to catch the last ribbons of his salt-sweet cum all over your eager tongue.

“Fucking fuck, Jagiya” Jungkook cursed loudly, watching you take the head of his cock in your mouth. He slid his hands in your hair, gripping it from the bottom of your skull gently, rocking your face back and forth, riding out the last of his high. You looked up at him, eye still glassed over, breathing hard and laboured and slid the head of him out of your mouth.

There was no doubt that Jungkook was shocked at your boldness but he seemed pleasantly surprised. His pupils blown out, lips swollen, skin gleaming. He truly was a work of art. The magnitude of what you two had done hit you hard. So, naturally, there was only one thing left to do in panic.

Kick him out.

“Jungkook…you need to leave”

A/N: So, Idk what happened but yeah hope you all enjoy. Not sure if I’ll make this a series since I’m bad at continuing ideas. I may stick to separate scenarios. I get bored easily. However, please feel free to check out my blog and send me ideas for new fics

Mistake

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Series: Vegas

Note: The moment you all have been waiting for… Hold onto your caps, people, because this one is a roller coaster.

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: Language, angst…no smut in this one, guys. 😳

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You knew you’d fucked up.

The second those words flew out of your mouth, your eyes shot open and your breath caught in your throat. You were quickly shaken from the spell Daveed had placed you under, and as reality settled in, you began to panic.

Without delay, you pushed Daveed off you and clambered off the bed. He was silent and you didn’t know if it was because he was in shock or because he was still coming down from his high, but either way, you knew you had to get out of there before he started speaking.

You were pulling your jeans on hastily when you finally spoke up. “I uh…I-I gotta go.” You said, trying to hide the fact that you were on the verge of tears. “It’s really late and I think I forgot to do something back home.”

“Y/N…” Daveed breathed softly, pushing himself up on his elbows to look at you.

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Someone to Watch Over Me

Title:  Someone to Watch Over Me (A Bodyguard AU)

Series Masterlist (coming soon)

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife.

You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life.

Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let the armor slip?

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned)

Word Count:  2936

Warnings: language, mentions stalking, death threats, mentions of blood

Author’s Notes: This was written for two challenges: @impala-dreamer One Prompt for All (had to be Dean x Reader, no more than 3,000 words, and the prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”) and @luci-in-trenchcoats AU & Things Challenge (I chose Bodyguard AU). I’m not gonna lie, a lot inspiration for this came from the Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner movie The Bodyguard.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Best Laid Plans

Properly late this time.

(Also posted on AO3)


“Alright!” Teddy said loudly clapping his hands.

Victoire rolled her eyes, “We’re all right ‘ere, Teddy. You don’t need to shout.”

“This is the very important first meeting of the-” Teddy hesitated and bought time by climbing up to stand on the empty teacher’s desk in the classroom they were meeting in, “The Cupid Club!”

Peter groaned.

“That is an 'orrible name,” Victoire frowned.

Daisy and Saanvi giggled, leaning into one another.

“Whatever,” Teddy said dismissively, “We can work out a better name later. The important thing is, we’re all here for one united purpose!” He paused to gesture dramatically and the other students stared at him, Daisy and Saavi giggled.

Teddy sighed, “You could show a little more enthusiasm, you know!”

“Should we clap?” Peter asked.

“Get on with it, Ted,” Victoire prompted with an exasperated smile.

Teddy said, “Fine. So, we’ve all seen my cousin and godfather, the illustrious Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy, flirting-”

“Insults really don’t seem like flirting to me,” Victoire said. To try and quell Teddy’s puppy dog expression she added, “They do look good together.”

Saanvi sighed, “Have you seen how Professor Potter smiles when Professor Malfoy talks with him?”

“He just lights up!” Daisy said with a giggle, “It’s the sweetest thing.”

“But what about Professor Malfoy?” Victoire said, “ 'E is always sneering and smirking at 'arry.”

“He stares at his arse.”

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Homecoming | Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker was suppose to take the reader to Homecoming, but something comes up involving the Vulture. After defeating his enemy, Peter tries to win back the reader. The reader doesn’t buy his dumb excuses anymore and it takes a certain Spiderman to convince her otherwise…

Warning: spoilers and sadness and fluffiness 

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Part One/ Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

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Originally posted by hollandoakes

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BTS and Cuddling

this is turning into a series or something. and i totally didn’t disappear for three months straight what are you talking about 👀


  • Seokjin

Pure tall bean. He’d love being the big spoon and just holding you, so that’s probably his go-to position when cuddling. However, he enjoys having your head on his wide chest, but only if you two are napping. At first, it was pretty awkward because he was so nervous his hands were literally shaking as he dragged you a little bit closer to his warm body. He found it kind of awkward though, and he still does, so you guys only cuddle when you’re going to sleep or watching a movie. Seokjin gets flustered when you’re this close, though, no matter how long you’ve been together, but he always smiles when he holds you. He gets hot pretty easily, so you never cuddle with a blanket over you two, unless you’re really cold. If he feels playful, he’d start tickling you. Also, would lean real close to your ear and while his lips are brushing the shell of it, he tells you the worst dad joke you’ve ever heard oh my god this nerd.

“Seokjin, come cuddle me.” “W-what? No-I mean, I-I, I don’t think I can right now.” “Stop being so flustered and hold me.” *while being dragged behind you on the couch, he’s happy that your back is pressed to his chest and you can’t see his blush*


  • Yoongi

My love. He’d totally be the small spoon, it doesn’t matter if you are a smurf, you’re going to hold him when you two cuddle, not the other way around. However, he enjoys when you two lay facing each other, because he loves gazing at your face. When you two face each other, he’ll grab your hands and rub your knuckles, whispering sweet stuff, sometimes kissing your fingers and palm. At first, he gets flustered too, but he gets over it soon. He usually whines for cuddles because we all know he needs attention and love. Whenever you hug him he lets out a quiet, happy sigh. Also, he’d totally come home late and if he doesn’t find you in bed he’s going to drag you in the bedroom and not let you go until morning. If you are already in bed though, he’d just flop down, wiggle his way under the covers and hold you tightly. That’s the only time he’s the big spoon.

“Love, come here.” “Yoongi, I’m busy.” “I can help you do that later, please, angel, let me hold you.” “Yoongi- what are you doing!?” “If you don’t come to me, I’ll take you forcefully. Not anyone gets me all affectionate but when I’m soft for you, you ignore me.” *pouts while pushing you gently on the couch*


  • Hoseok

!!! Cuddle king right here !!! He never ever misses the chance to cuddle you. Actual cuddlebug. Whenever you two aren’t in public he clings to you and good luck if you want to get him off of you. And by public I mean outdoors, because it really doesn’t matter if you two are around someone else, if he can cuddle and smooch you, he will. He doesn’t even care how you two cuddle, in what position, who is on top, who holds who, as long as you two are trapped in his bubble of love it doesn’t matter how you two cuddle. Cuddles also help him calm down, when he comes stressed or tired home, then you can bet your ass the first thing he does after taking off his shoes is collapse on you and hold you loosely while he sleepily mumbles a rant or directly falls asleep. Also, expect many tickle attacks and play fights, Hobi is a mischievous one.

“Babe, I’m tired, come to bed~” “Hobi, I’d love to but I’m kind of busy…” *whimper* “I can help you finish that after I feel better, please?” “… alright.”


  • Namjoon

Shy lil dork who really wants to hold you but something always goes wrong. He gets extremely flustered when you are around, and even if cuddling is great for him, he always does something that ruins everything. And someone usually gets an elbow in the face. However, he tends to hold you protectively while you two are sleeping, and if you don’t fall asleep while cuddling, you sure as hell wake up with this bear grasping at your side. He enjoys you hugging him reassuringly when he feels especially down, while he whispers everything that has been annoying him lately. He might fall asleep in the middle of the rant if you caress his hair. Joonie is big on tackle hugs, but only if you do it.

“Hun, can we… talk…?” “Uh, sure Joonie, what’s wrong?” “Nothing, it’s just that… everything became overwhelming in the past few days.” “Ah, Joonie, c’mere. You know I’ll always be here for you.” *sigh* “Thank you.”


  • Jimin

Awh, smol mochi loves his cuddles and blushes every time you two cuddle. He doesn’t even bother to hide it anymore, he just smiles brightly while his cheeks turn pink and he ruffles his hair before clinging to you. Only likes cuddling when you two are facing each other, although he enjoys falling asleep with you on his chest. Sometimes he snuggles into your side, when he feels extra-mushy or especially sad, but most of the time he’s okay with just holding your hand or caressing your face while you guys lay down, face-to-face, talking about nothing in particular. Don’t misinterpret, he loves himself some cuddles, but he enjoys being able to look at you more than feeling your presence. Sometimes he does feel like being the little spoon is going to solve all of his problems, though.

*giggle* “Babe, you look like an angel. Did you come here from the heavens to protect me?” *cue dramatic look* “Hey! Park Jimin! Stop with the greasiness~” “Ah, why? You can’t deny the fact that you looove when I’m like that.” *more giggles*


  • Taehyung

Oml good luck trying to pry him away, he’s going to latch like a koala and never let you go ever. He finds the weirdest positions to cuddle, too. Tae is another mischievous one, and he’s oddly playful most of the time, so don’t expect any of your cuddles to be serious. Most likely builds a pillow fort every night so you guys can cuddle in it while you binge watch anime and munch on junk food he doesn’t have the permission to eat. Also, pillow fights. Many of those. He doesn’t have any specific cuddling position, he always comes up with different ways to hold you, although every time he manages to get absolutely no space between your bodies. Tae likes feeling you close, knowing you are there, so pulling you flush against him is very common. While sleeping he will wrap all of his limbs around you. Good luck sleeping peacefully with a blanket on you too, this kid is pretty warm already.

“Tae… I can’t breathe…” “Oh? I’m sorry. *giggle* Maybe we can cuddle the other way around… wait… yeah. That’s it. Better?” “Certainly better than the last one.” “…” “…” “… babe. I’m hot. Can’t we go back to the other one…”


  • Jungkook

Square tf up Jeon. Fite me. Sigh. This kid loves his cuddles and surprisingly enough he isn’t flustered at all. Okay, maybe just the first few sessions. But after that he’s the literal cuddling god which makes me angry. He’s very warm and broad, and he’s pretty chill most of the time too. When he isn’t hyper, he’d like it if you lay on his chest, because that makes him feel ‘manly’ or some other alpha shit. If he’s feeling playful, though, he’d totally initiate a play fight or a tickle attack or a pillow war. And they’re all hardcore because Jungkook is pretty intense when it comes to games and competitions. If he’s feeling down, however, he’d be a little spoon, because he’s a softie at heart.

“Hey… I… you think you can, like, hold me for a while? I feel really down and I need someone right now.” “Oh? Sure. Want to talk about it?” *snuggles back* “Not really. Your embrace makes me feel better already.”


I really, really, really hate Jeon.

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also requests are open but it takes me half a year to write them rip

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Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader)

Words: 1600+

Request: psst hey soulmate au with one of southern motherfucking democratic republicans? 😉

Warnings: Nope

A/N: Hope ya like it anon! (and everyone else!) I apologize for taking so long, college’s been a b*tch


The universe was unfair.

It was said that everyone would meet their soulmate at 18. And for the most part, it was true. The distinct tattoo that everyone had would glow red and hurt whenever they bumped into the love of their lives, and happily ever after. Of course, the ones that did not, their tattoos would fade. It was usually due to their soulmate dying or their soulmate giving up on love. It was not common, but it did happen. Those were all the cases that you heard, so you wondered why it was so different for you.

You were 27, and it’s been almost ten years since you were supposed to meet them. Ten years of wondering when your tattoo would fade, ten years of hoping that you would just bump into them while walking into the bathroom or buying groceries.

Ten years of anticipation.

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Starved pt 4

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Chapter Notes: I’m so sorry for the delay on this one! As you might imagine, this chapter had a bit riding on it, emotionally speaking, and I wanted to be sure I got it right. Big thanks to @thuriweaver for helping me out and providing a critical sounding board each time I wrote myself into a corner! 

CW: Negative self-talk, self-loathing, anxiety, panic, nightmares, misunderstandings, cursing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It was early the next evening before Virgil could bring himself to face the other sides again. 

That night had been easily one of the most miserable of his life. After taking apart the doll and stealthily returning the pilfered articles of clothing, he’d retreated to his room and locked his door, then crawled into his bed. As he’d feared, it felt huge and far too empty, and he found himself shivering, unaccountably cold. He realized he’d gotten used to having the warmth of the heating pad cradled to his chest as he embraced the pillow. 

He briefly considered recommissioning the heating pad by itself, but quickly dismissed the idea. It…hurt, somehow: the thought of using part of the doll only. It was stupid, he knew it was stupid, but he found himself almost mourning the thing, like it’d been a friend or something, and he couldn’t bear to think about trying to create a substitute. 

Besides which, he shouldn’t need one. He should never have needed the doll in the first place. It was that kind of weakness that made the others hate him so much, and if he ever wanted to be someone they could respect (or at least someone they didn’t despise), he needed to stop being so pathetic. 

So he’d huddled up in bed, shivering under the layers of blankets he’d piled on instead, trying not to give in to the fear that was creeping around the edges of his thoughts. 

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Kissed By An Angel || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,178 words

Request by anon:  Hey was up, just wanted to say how amazing ur blog is and the amount of time I spend on it is unhealthy😂. Anyway, If it isn’t too much trouble, would u be able to do write an imagine Tony Stark !Dad! X Daughter x Peter Parker. Could you make an imagine where Peter and the reader are caught making out by the readers dad aka tony stark. He isn’t very happy about it and he grounds the reader.

No Homecoming Spoilers

AN: Thanks anon! btw it’s Not edited

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Originally posted by tomllholland

“x=-12.” Peter mumbled to himself, erasing something he had written down on the notebook paper resting on the binder in his lap. Y/N looked up at him from her position,tapping her face with the top of her pencil , “Actually x is positive 12.”

She looked at him confusingly, he should’ve had that question answered in a heartbeat. He was acting really strange today and Y/N couldn’t understand why.

Peter’s face scrunched up as he looked the problem over. “But you divide twenty-four by two-” Y/N interrupted him, standing up and walking over to where he was sitting on her bed. She looked at the paper that was now in his hands, and then looked down at the textbook n front of him.

“You wrote the problem down wrong.” Y/N said, pointing at the difference between the numbers on the paper and the ones on the textbook. Peter looked down at the book, putting his answer sheet aside. “Oh,” he whispered with a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. It’s funny how he always blushed around her, despite being close friends with her for such a long time now.

Y/N put her hand on his shoulder letting out a short chuckle, “You know us Stark’s. We’re geniuses.” She stood up again, going back to her desk to finish the boat load of homework her teachers had assigned her. She began scribbling down numbers with the occasional letters.

Peter laid down on the bed, forgetting about the homework for a minute, letting out a short sigh. Y/N turned her chair around to examine the boy and make sure that he was okay. “You alright man?” She asked with a quirked eyebrow. He cover his face in his hands shaking his head.

“This is all too much.” He said, his voice muffled by his hands. Y/N snickered, turning her chair back to her desk. “Peter, you’re smart. It’s just math. You’ll figure it out.”

He shook his head, putting his arms at his sides on the bed. “It’s not just the homework. It’s everything. I was just thinking how I’m always going out at night to protect people but, when I’m not Spider-Man, when I’m Peter Parker, people still get hurt.” He explained with a sorrow look manipulating his features.

Y/N, once again, got up from her desk chair to go sit next to him, to offer some form of comfort and support. She sat on the edge of her bed, leaning on her side, brushing Peter’s hair through her fingertips lightly. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling before continuing to talk about his life.

“And today Flash decided to be extra dick-ish because he overheard me talking to Ned telling him that I haven’t ever had a girlfriend.” He rushed out.

This shocked Y/N. Peter, without a doubt in her mind, was a very attractive person. Along with his other good personality traits like his love for protecting the city, his intelligence, his kindness, and his sarcastic side. He was the total package. “You….. you’ve never had a girlfriend before?” She asked, halting her movements of combing his hair.

His cheeks turned the familiar rosy hue as he sat up on the bed. “W-Well no, I mean, the closest I’ve ever had to one was Liz.” He brushed his fingers through his hair not making eye contact with the girl in front of him.

“If it makes you feel better,” Y/N sighed, playing with her fingers, “I haven’t had a boyfriend.”

Peter turned his head, quickly, to give her the same look of confusion that she had given him a minute ago. “What, h-how? You are like, the prettiest girl I have ever met and you are one of the best friends I could ever have. Is it because you think people only like you because of your Dad? Have you ever even had your first kiss? You can kiss me if you want, ” He cut him self off, realizing what he just said out loud.

Y/N’s brows crinkled, “Did I just here you right?” Peter looked at the ceiling mumbling, ‘This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening’. He let out a forced chuckled, “I didn’t, what did I say? I don’t remember saying anything.”

Y/N sat there, contemplating her next move. “Peter,” she paused, trying to gain courage, “You can kiss me….if you want.”

“You sure?” He asked, not knowing if she was just messing with him.

She grabbed his cheeks, pulling his face towards hers.  He threw his books and papers onto the floor next to her bed. Peter climbed on top of her body, not removing his rough lips from her soft ones.

His legs were now comfortably in between hers, as her legs wrapped around the bottom end of his back. He pulled away from her lips for a quick breath before going back to kissing her lips as they moved in sync. Her hands started trailing under his shirt, feeling his abs against her fingers.

She moved her hands back up, pulling one of his hands with her, lacing their fingers together. Her other hand cupped his cheeks.

The two teens were interrupted when they heard someone clear their throat. They jumped apart to notice that the person was Y/N’s father.

Tony Stark.

“I heard a loud thud, I thought something was wrong. Turns out, something IS wrong.” He said with a scowl look. Peter adjusted his clothes, brushing his hair with his fingers to make it look like he wan’t just making out with his daughter.

“Y/N, care to explain?” He said in a demanding tone. She sat there, scratching the back of her neck. “Well Dad, we were…. kissing. What else did it look like?” She said awkwardly, with red tinting her cheeks.

“It looked like,” he said as he punctuated every word, “You were doing something stupid.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to find the proper words to say. “I told you not to do anything with Spider-Man, but I guess you couldn’t listen. You’re grounded.”

Y/N sat there, mouth ajar. “B-But, I have the Academic Decathlon meetings after school and the Science Honers Society.” Both of which she had with Peter.

Tony groaned, rolling his eyes, “Then you’re grounded from Peter.”

He left the room so that Peter could gather his school stuff and leave. When the door shut, Peter let out a large sigh. “At least you can see me at school. And maybe… we can kiss at school too.” He said as he stood up, pulling his jacket on.

Y/N smiled, getting off of her bed too, going to walk him out. “That would be great. Kissing you, whenever I want,” she said as she opened her bedroom door for him, walking him out of the compound.

Harry Hook - “Promise”

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Request: “Could ya do Harry hook x reader. Where they were bffs with mal and co. But when they became good and abandoned you. You become angry and pissed and Harry’s there to comfort you like “we’ll get out of here one day, with or without our parents” something along those lines. Love your work hon”


Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: This is so short I’m sorry


“I can’t believe she would ever do something like that!” You exclaimed as the words dropped from Mal’s mouth. 

The crew were gathered around the small tv in Ursula’s Fish and Chips as the lady of the court was being interviewed by Snow White. 

“What’s it this time, Y/N?” Harry asked sitting on the side of you. 

“She was asked is there anything you miss in the Isle? Anyone that you perhaps miss while here in Auradon? You know what she said? Absolutely nothing! What am I then? Rotten clams?” You shouted throwing a banana peel at the tv screen angrily. 

“She was my best friend before any of them were, I don’t get why she doesn’t miss me. Even just a little bit.” You breathed as tears began to build up in your E/C eyes. 

Harry noticed the seriousness of your feelings and immediately shut off the television. “Hey!” A voice in the crowd exclaimed. “No one turns this on, or you answer to me!” The Scottish swordsman shouted to the man in the group. 

“You alright?” He whispered once everyone had left, finding some sort of entertainment.

 You shook your head as a tear fell from your eyes. “My room?” He asked already knowing the answer. 

You nodded and left the restaurant, traveling below deck of the ship where everyone’s quarters resided.

 Being two of Uma’s best fighters, you got your own rooms, although most of the time only one or the other was used.

 Once the door to Harry’s room was closed, you broke down. 

Like a crashing wave, tears began to fall freely down your face rapidly. 

Harry sighed and pulled you onto his lap tightly. 

His hands weaved through your slightly tangled hair in an attempt to make you feel better. 

“I just don’t understand. I’m not good enough.” You choked out getting up from your position on the bed and wiped your falling tears. 

“Never say a thing like that. You’re one of the most talented ad beautiful souls on this disgusting island. They would kill to have a gal like you at their stupid school.” Harry running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear. 

“I wouldn’t want to go someplace like that, not without you.” You said shaking your head showing a small smile reluctantly. 

Harry chuckled, pulling you into his chest in a warm embrace. 

“I’ll make it a priority, Y/N. We’ll get out of here one day. I promise you that.” He sighed kissing your forehead sweetly.

Gotham Characters Reacting To You Dying And Coming Back To Life

Requested by @bitweird1

Jim Gordon

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t she dead? What the hell?” He ran a hand over his face. “Why am I surprised? Everyone I know who’s died in the past year has come back to life. Jerome Valeska, Fish Mooney, Theo Galavan…” Jim took a deep sigh. “That’s it. I need a drink.”

Oswald Cobblepot

“Are you kidding me, Butch? Y/N Y/L/N’s alive?” Oswald screeched. “Can anyone in the god forsaken city stay dead?!” He sighed, shaking his head. “I mean, it’s not like Y/N’s a bad person, but… God! All this resurrection is making me tired. She just better not turn all crazy killer like the other ones.”

Barbara Kean

“Y/N!” Barbara said, pulling you to her with one arm. “Damn, am I glad to see you alive. Long time no see, huh?” She kissed your cheek. “We got work to do.”

Edward Nygma

“Y/N Y/L/N! Oooh, I’ve heard the rumors that you’ve returned. Y’know, from the grave.” Edward smiled. You couldn’t tell if it was genuine or cruel. You could never tell with him. “Well, hi! Again. Nice to see you not dead, I suppose.”

Bruce Wayne

“Y/N?” Bruce stared you in disbelief for a moment, before everything registered. “Y/N!” He cried, wrapping you up in a hug. “You’re alive! Oh my god! I thought… we all thought you were dead!”

Selina Kyle

Selina was in denial. “How do I even know that it’s really you? With all the shit going on with Hugo Strange, how do I know you’re not some weird clone?” You took a deep breath. “You’re just gonna have to trust me, Selina. Please.”

Alfred Pennyworth

“Miss Y/L/N? You’re alive?” Alfred sighed - you couldn’t tell if it was from relief or exasperation - and wrapped you in a hug. “Bloody hell.”

Jerome Valeska

“Oooh! Y/N Y/L/N, alive again!” Jerome commented, twirling around dramatically. He patted your shoulder. “I’ve been there. But, no need to worry, kiddo.” He smiled. “You get use to it.”

Tabitha Galavan

“So,” Tabitha drawled. “You’re alive again, huh?” She shook her head. “This should be interesting, to say the last.”

Lee Thompkins

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lee said. “I mean, I’m glad you’re back, but can’t someone in this city stay, you know, dead?!”

Sid

“Damn, I thought being an experiment of a crazy man in the basement of a mental asylum was crazy, but being raised from the dead?” Sid scoffed. “That’s just ridiculous.”

Nancy

Nancy sighed. “I’ve heard the rumors, but I didn’t think someone could actually come back.” She winked. “Nice to have you back, though.”

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Ivar x Reader x Hvitserk


“She is taking advantage of you Ivar.” Ubbe said as Ivar refused to listen to his brothers.

“She is not, I would not let her.” Ivar grumbled as he swirled his drink.


“And yet you look after her child and know nothing about where she hurries off to.” Sigurd pointed out with a smirk. “What sort of friend does that when it is so clear how you feel about her.”

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Moonshine

A Liquor Series

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,688

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut! Teasing, food play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, alcohol consumption, mentions of a nightmare and swearing. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys! I hope you enjoy! (You don’t have too, but I recommend reading Whiskey before this one. That way you are caught up!) 

Whiskey

“How did the meeting go?”

You looked up at Ashley as she entered your bedroom. You shook your head while unbuttoning your dress shirt, “Horrible.” You slid your skirt off and walked into your closet, “The whole town council showed up today. They want us to find a new location.”

“Why?” she asked as she sat on your bed.

“Well apparently the loud motorcycles are too much for the yuppies that moved into that high end subdivision down the road.” You said, putting on your new t-shirt that you had ordered for the bar. “Luckily, their vote didn’t win, but I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I hear from them.”

You walked out into the bedroom and held your arms up at your sides, “What do you think of the new shirts?” You asked Ashley.

She turned her head and puckered her lips in speculation, “Turn around.” You did a slow twirl, showing the wolf howling at the moon on the back. “I like these better than the black ones. The navy color looks better with the theme.”

“Good, I have yours in the living room.” you told her before grabbing your shorts and pulling them up your legs.

“Have you talked to Bucky?” she asked before standing up and fixing her hair in the mirror above your dresser.

“No,” you said surly. “But he told me before they left for their mission that I wouldn’t hear from him much.”

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Ten/Finale)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

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There was comfortable silence between you and Jughead as the two of you walked hand in hand together down the street. Your feet were cold on the gravel, your heels forgotten and swinging from your free hand. You didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t care. The dance was forgotten about although you could still hear the faint music. You were with Jughead. That was the only thing that mattered. Every now and then you would sneak a peek at the raven-haired teen. You tried to memorize the way the moonlight bounced off him. The way he smiled at you when he thought you weren’t looking. Everything.

Suddenly, Jughead stopped and turned to look at you.

“Okay, close your eyes.” he said.

You rose your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Trust me.” he said, smiling.

You sighed but closed your eyes nonetheless.

“Making me the next Jason Blossom?” you joked.

Jughead snorted.

He began to lead you off the gravel road and soon enough your feet felt the hard ground turn to grass.

“Over here.” Jughead said.

Eventually he stopped.

“Can I open my eyes now?” you asked.

“Not yet. Take a seat first,”

You sighed again and sat down, putting your shoes next to you. You heard Jughead sit next to you and felt his warm palms on your shoulders.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “Open them,”

You opened your eyes.

As you looked around, you saw that the two of you were in the middle of the park, surrounded by swing sets and jungle gyms and money bars.

You looked up and your mouth dropped open.

The sky, which had previously been covered by trees as you walked in the street had opened up, revealing the beautiful night sky. The full moon shone brightly and there were millions upon million of stars to be seen.

“Not bad, huh?” Jughead asked as he removed his hands from your shoulders.

You looked at the beaming boy whose face was inches away from yours.

“It’s beautiful.” you said.

Jughead smiled shyly before he leaned in, kissing you softly. You smiled into the kiss as your arms wrapped around Jughead’s arm, your fingers running over the few black locks of hair resting on Jughead’s neck that had escaped from his beanie. He stopped kissing you when a sudden gust of wind hit your bare arms making you shiver. Jughead frowned as he looked at you.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“No, I’m fine,” you said. “It’s just—”

You were cut off when you saw Jughead quickly taking his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders.

You smiled as him as you pulled the warm fabric closer to you.

“Thank you.” you mumbled.

Jughead smirked and draped his arm around you. The two of you lied down and you snuggled into the younger teen’s warm chest, Jughead’s arm pulling you closer to him. The two of you looked up at the night sky, looking up at the sky.

You didn’t know how long you laid there for before Jughead spoke again.

“What’s her name?” Jughead asked suddenly.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Jughead looked panicked.

“I, uh, I-I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he rambled, convinced he had ruined everything. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said—”

To his surprise, you giggled, cutting him off.

You changed your position so you were facing him, your elbow supporting your head as you rested it on your fist. Jughead mimicked your position, watching you warily.

“It’s okay,” you said. “After what you said to me earlier, um, I feel like it’s easier to talk about. Still hard, yeah. But it’s easier,” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Her name is Lily,” you said. “Her father… he used to get me flowers. Almost everyday. He’d go outside and pick a whole bunch of them for me. They were lilies. He, um, passed away before Lily was born and I guess I just wanted to find a way to connect her name to him. Even if she would never know who he was. Or who I am for that matter.”

Jughead’s eyes widened.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t know he died.”

You smiled softly at him.

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “It’s… been a while. The ache never really goes away but I’m making my way. One day at a time.”

Jughead nodded again.

“Do your brothers—”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “They don’t know about Lily. Castiel, you know, the one always wearing that trench coat; he knows. He helped me run away and kept me hidden unless Lily was born.”

Jughead’s eyes widened.

““Hidden?”” he repeated. “From what?”

You sighed.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, Y/N, it does,” Jughead said. “Are you in danger?”

You sighed, tried to figuring out a way to phrase your job.

Hey, Jughead, I kinda sorta kill monsters for a living, and I’ve occasionally fought the Devil himself. No big deal. Oh, and my dead boyfriend was killed by a rogue angel using my brother’s body as a vessel.

You shook your head again.

“No,” you said.

Not immediate danger.

“I told you how I had kind of a weird job, right?”

Jughead nodded.

“Well… sometimes that job’s dangerous,”

Sometimes? Try all the time.

“There are thi— people out there who want to hurt me,” you corrected yourself. “But it’s okay. It’s part of the job. Besides, my brothers have my back. So does Castiel.”

“Y/N—”

“Jughead, please don’t worry,” you nearly begged. “I’m okay, alright?”

Jughead looked like he wanted to say more. And he did. He wanted to beg you to tell him everything. To stay with him and Archie so they could protect you from whatever wanted to hurt you. But as he looked into your pleading eyes, he melted and couldn’t say anything else.

“Okay.” he said hoarsely.

You let out a sigh of relief once you realized Jughead wasn’t going to press you further. The two of you lied back down and you snuggled back into Jughead’s chest, closing your eyes. The silence returned but Jughead felt tense under you. Like he wanted to say something else.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” he suddenly asked softly.

You froze in his arms, eyes opening as you looked at his sad expression.

“I, uh, saw your brothers in Pop’s the other day. I, um, decided to eavesdrop a little bit. Thought I could maybe find out how you were doing. Instead I heard them talking about going home or something.” he said.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “We leave tomorrow.”

You heard Jughead give a defeated exhale.

“W-Will I ever see you again? I can still text you, right?” he asked weakly.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you slowly shook your head.

“I—Jughead, I wish. It won’t—It can’t—” you stopped before you began to cry.

You would never see Jughead again. He wouldn’t be able to contact you. Texting someone from a different universe? It was impossible.

“If you don’t want to see me—”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Jughead, I…”

You felt tears rolling down your face.

“I-I love you,” you said.

Jughead’s eyes widened at your confession.

“I love you,” you said again. “I never thought I could love someone the way I love you again. I don’t want to leave. But it’s my home. Everything I know is there. Family, friends, my life. And I can’t just leave it. I-I need you to understand that.”

Jughead was silent as he contemplated your words. and you got more and more nervous as the silence stretched on and on.

What if this was it? What if he just got up and left? What if he didn’t understand? What if he decided—

Jughead’s lips crashing against yours snapped you out of your thoughts. The freshly fallen tears on his cheeks mixed with yours and you could taste salt. You immediately kissed him back roughly, your teeth clacking together. But neither of you cared. When you pulled away for air, you were filled with relief when you saw Jughead smiling softly at you despite the tears in his eyes.

“I love you, too.” he said.

There were no more words to be spoken. He understood.

“Just… do me a favor, okay?” Jughead asked.

You nodded as you turned around to face the teen.

Jughead had walked you all the way back to the motel. He offered to get the car and drive you home but you declined. The more time you could spend with Jughead the better. You had walked hand in hand the entire way back. You talked about your favorite moments together, teasing each other with your little inside jokes, and had even stopped for a quick milkshake at Pop’s. One last time.

“Of course.”

Jughead sighed.

“Tell your brothers. About Lily,”

Your opened your mouth to protest but you were cut off by Jughead again.

“Please,” he said. “You’ll feel a lot better. And I know they’ll listen to you and help you out. I’ve seen the way they look at you. They look terrified. Like they think you’re gonna leave again without any warning. Y/N, I don’t think they’ll be able to handle that again.”

You let out a shaky sigh.

“Jughead…”

“Just talk to them. Please?” Jughead asked.

You nodded.

“Okay,” you said. “When we get home, I’ll talk to them.”

Jughead let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

You gave a small smile to the teen.

“I, um,” you began, unsure of what to say. “I guess I’ll see you around, Mr. Jones.”

Jughead smirked as he took a step closer to you.

“I’ll see you around, Ms. Winchester.” he said softly.

He dipped down, capturing your lips in one last passionate kiss. You kissed back with just as much fervor, neither of you wanting this moment to end. When you finally pulled away, the two of you looked at each other sadly. Jughead began to back away, eyes never leaving yours.

“Goodbye.” he said softly.

Tears welled in your eyes again.

“Bye.” you said back, watching him as he turned around, beginning the walk back to the school.

You closed the door, back sliding down on it. You dropped your shoes next to you and looked at the clock.

2:24

You needed to get to bed. You had to be up bright and early tomorrow. Willing yourself not to cry again, you took a deep breath again and got under your covers, not caring you were still wearing your dress or makeup.

The next day. 12 pm.

Jughead Jones sat at his usual booth at Pop’s, staring at his computer. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he could seem to get any words out. He looked down at his phone, debating about what he should do. You were gone. He had tried to visit your motel room around noon only to find everything gone. There was no trace of you or the others. You had just… disappeared. It was like you were never there.

Eventually deciding he had nothing to lose, he typed a quick message to you before sending it out, taking a deep breath. 

A guy could try, right?

Across a million billion trillion universes, you settled into one of the chairs in the Bunker, smirking at Dean as he strutted around the main area.

“Ah, it’s good to be back!” Dean exclaimed as he took a swig of beer.

Sam chuckled while Castiel just looked at the eldest Winchester blankly.

After transporting back to your universe, the four of you were now back home after you finally killed the witch who transported you there. You wished that your brothers wouldn’t have to kill her but once you found out she was terrorizing the rest of the town and killing more and more people, you had to put a stop to it.

Your phone’s screen lighting up made you look down at it.

(1) New message from Mr. Jones

Your heartbeat quickened.

Could it be?

You reached for the phone before you stopped yourself. Despite the fact that you were dying to, you didn’t dare open the message. Not yet. Jughead’s words from the night before resonated in your head and you took a deep breath. You had something to do first.

“Hey, guys?” you asked.

The three men turned to you.

“I, um, I have something to tell you.”

Chuck smiled as he watched you and Jughead each in your respective universes.

“Father…” an angel beside him began. “Pardon me for questioning you, but why have you allowed contact via technology between the Winchester girl and Jones boy? They live in different universes. How will they ever see each other again?”

Chuck’s smile didn’t falter.

“They’ll find a way. It’s what Winchesters and Joneses do.”

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A/N: That’s it! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I originally was going to have a much more angsty ending, but I just couldn’t do it (and I love writing angst!)

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Take One

Take One: Scene One
[College Au! Taking an editing course with Christian]

As class came to an end your professor handed back your peer reviewed midterms. You honestly always thought peer reviewed was a fancy way of saying Your professor was too lazy to actually grade it themselves, but there were no complaints on your end. There was no way a classmate would fail you, they probably had the same anxiety.

Everyone was always lenient at peer reviews. Right?

“Alright Kids, remember to go over the discussion board, read the next chapter and start drafting ideas for the final” Professor Seo leaned on her desk, taking off her glasses. “Any questions?”

“Yeah, can I do a makeup midterm?” One of the kids in the back piped up.

She chuckled. “No make ups, but if anyone enters the film festival, that presentation will be used to replace their lowest grade, including a midterm. Next question?”

“Professor Seo, what is this?” you gasped turning over your paper.

“Is there a problem?” she raised a brow.

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When it Comes to Love #1 {Jeon Jungkook}

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Pairing: Reader X Jungkook
Au: Fight Club! Jungkook, Bad Boy! Jungkook

Summary: Love is all about timing and place right? You just had to walk into the wrong building where the worst club is held and you just had to make a fool of yourself in front of the worst boy possible, but of course you didn’t know that! All you cared about was the boy beating someone to death.


“Beth I really don’t think this is the right place” you stood outside of the ware house looking building, that was supposedly the best club in the city.

“Trust me babe, just walk in and I’ll find you in seconds!” she slurred through the phone, ending the call and shoving the phone into your purse you stepped forward, making a clicking sound with your heals.

Opening the door the lights were dimmed, shouting and hollering came from a different room. 

“This is the best club in town?” you whined to yourself, questioning where your fathers money is going to.

No one was sitting at the desk in the tiny space, you decided to walk to where the sound was coming from. Opening the wooden door you see men of all different ages, some women clinging to them in nothing but tube tops and short skirts. 

“Definitely seems like a club” you wrinkle your nose from the stench around you, nothing but body odour and perfume. 

Curiously you walked towards the large group of people, receiving looks from the hungry eyes of men and glares from the women. Making your way to the actual group you saw two men, practically beating each other.

Gasping and letting a squeal come from your mouth your motherly instinct came out, looking at the boy who was on the ground practically half the height of the one who was getting ready to finish his life right there and then, you ran over and stood in front of the boy.

The dominant boy stopped what he was doing, the fury in his eyes disappeared staring at the angel that was in front of him.

“What is she doing?” you heard girls murmur while the males booed at you.

“What are you doing angel?” 

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Tutoring | PJ

Pairing: Student!Jimin X Student!Reader

Summary: Park Jimin was known for studying hard and getting good grades, but when he starts failing his parents force him into tutoring which is where y/n is pushed to step in and help the boy. Let’s not forget that this boy used to be her ultimate crush before he broke her heart.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: Jimin is a cocky little shit and this will have some mention of the sexuals

Word Count: 3.7k


The sounds of their feet getting closer and closer to the door was echoing in the young boy’s ears, oh god how he was scared. He didn’t want them to come in, scared of how they would react to the sudden change in his work. Park Jimin was known for being top of the class, always getting the best marks and being an honorary student but his grades seemed to just drop overnight and are getting worse. 

He no longer went to tutoring or helped students, he never studied at night and it all was because of his friends. Jungkook and Taehyung weren’t the best influence on him, heck they were the worst. Instead of going to tutoring in the afternoons he would spend his time over at Tae’s playing overwatch with them. Instead of helping students he would beat them up and get their money to buy himself lunch and crap.

 Instead of studying at night he would have his sweats down at his ankles, his hand wrapped around his throbbing and angry member and jack off to whatever porn he could find that wasn’t on a blocked sight. He had managed to get safe mode off his computer though without his parents finding out but would have to remember to clear his history after he finished. He sat there, his ears hot and his palms sweaty awaiting the punishment he would not only receive possibly from the school but from at home as well. 

The door handle turned and the two older looking people dressed in formal attire stepped inside, looking at their son with disappointment as they took their seats on either side of him. “Mr and Mrs Park, I understand you know why I called you down to my office. I apologise for pulling you both out of work so suddenly but Jimin has been lacking behind at school lately and I was wondering if we could discuss a plan in order to get his grades back up?” Miss Kang explained as his parents nodded for her to go on. 

She began talking about the sudden drop and lack of concentration and effort in his classes and work. His refusal to hand in homework on time and some classes he even skipped because he just ‘didn’t feel like going’ mood. Jimin sat there, just wanting to run out of there and not have to look back at his parents and the disapproval looks. “I was hoping maybe we could arrange for our top student y/n l/n to maybe tutor him once or twice a week. If Park Jimin is up for it?” She suggested and just as he was about to answer the other female voice answered for him. 

“How about we give him tonight to think about it, and we’ll give you a call tomorrow on what his answer is?” His mother was the one to speak, her grip on the arm of the chair tightened a little feeling intimidated. Her blood boiled at the thought of her son, intelligent, smart and intellectual having to receive tutoring. He would be the tutored not the tutor. She hated the thought of some other student teaching her son stuff he probably already knew. 

After the meeting was over Jimin went to lunch like usual but feared to when the day would come to an end and he would go home to his fuming parents. What would his punishment be? No computer for a week? No going out for a month? He sat there staring at his lunch, knowing it was probably getting cold. “Honestly, don’t fret about it. I mean, it’s not a big deal.” Taehyung stated before biting into his green apple. “It is to my parents. My grades mean a lot to them. And if I don’t get them up, then I’ll be dead. No worse, in hell.” Jimin fired back, still playing with his food.

 Completely lost his appetite for anything. “Hey didn’t you say y/n l/n was tutoring you?” Jungkook suddenly asked as he watched the young girl walk over to grab some lunch before trotting back over to her table. Her short black skirt that just stopped above mid-thigh, her white stockings that went to just over her knees, her well fitted crimson red jacket that hung on her shoulders along with her honorary badges she had gotten. He h/c pulled back into a half up and half down look with strands that fell onto her face. 

Her sharp features that played well with her s/c skin. Her plump lips that opened only to answer or outsmart someone who was annoying or irritating her. Her piercing e/c eyes that would read over the hardest equations that were the hardest but simple math to her. “Yeah, why?” Jimin asked causing a faint chuckle to escape from Jungkook’s lips. “She’s the last virgin left in this school. And the only girl that doesn’t throw herself at guys.” Jungkook stated and Jimin rolled his eyes. 

“And your point is what Jungkook?” Jimin asked, wondering why Jungkook was taking such an interest in the girl. “I bet you $20 I can make y/n fall for me and sleep with me in two months.” Jungkook bargained which caught Taehyung’s attention, the guys loved making bets with girls. Seeing how long it would take for them to make some innocent and naïve girl to fall for them. For some reason Jungkook’s request caused Jimin’s stomach to churn and his ears to burn at the thought.

 “No.” Jimin thought aloud causing the two to look at him with confused looks on their faces. “Uh, I’ll do it.” He quickly stated, Jungkook arching an eyebrow and looking at the boy with an interesting look. “You’re going to make y/n fall for you and pop her cherry?” Jungkook asked, the words so harsh that they made Jimin cringe slightly. “I mean, she’s tutoring me so I’ll be seeing her a lot and talking to her so it’ll be easier. I can make y/n fall for me and give me her virginity in two months.” Jimin said confidently, challenging Jungkook which he only smirked at. 

“Alright Jimin, two months. And if you can’t then you have to strip and run five laps around the entire football field in front of the entire school.” Jungkook loved taking a step further with punishments, Jimin hesitated but showed he wasn’t afraid. “And if I win?” He asked, gulping causing his Adams apple to bob slightly. “If you win…I’ll step down as leader.” Taehyung sat up completely in his seat, shocked at Jungkook’s words. 

Never had he ever put his position as leader on the line for a stupid bet, but for some reason he was feeling confident as if he knew he was going to win. “Deal.” Jimin said holding out his hand to the boy, remaining eye contact as they shook on it. The bell rung and everyone began to get up from their seats, Jimin’s eyes glued to y/n’s figure as she walked over to the bins with her friends and put her rubbish in it before walking out of the cafeteria.


 “If Logx (1 / 8) = - 3 / 2, then x is equal to…Mr. Han?” Miss Kim asked as the young boy in the front row answered quickly, “Uh…10?” He asked, not paying attention to the class as y/n shook her head and rolled her eyes. Jimin watching her from behind closely, y/n raised her hand and the teacher called on her. “X is equal to 4.” She said and the teacher smiled and nodded, turning around to write the answer up on the black board. 

“Correct! Thank you, Miss l/n.” She said as Jimin’s lips tugged up slightly, smirking as he watched the girl cross one of her ankles behind the other under her chair. Her skirt hiked up slightly because she was sitting, her hair dangling over her should exposing the soft looking skin on her neck. How he would love to just leave bruises along it—“Mr Park!” The teacher called for the fifth time and bringing him out of his thoughts. 

“Y-yeah…” He stuttered, some of the girls giggling at the boy. Y/n didn’t even look at the boy, she knew who he was and his reputation. She groaned and decided to answer for him, “If Log 4 (x) = 12, then log 2 (x / 4) is equal to 22.” She answered as the teacher smiled and nodded, pleased that at least one student was awake and paying attention. “Thank you again Miss l/n. Seems like everyone still thinks they’re on holiday.” 

The teacher turned to write the answer on the board, Jimin look at the girl who had her head slightly cocked to the side as she wrote down equations and answers, feeling proud of herself. Jimin didn’t know what was going on with him, he did do the work in class and payed attention but throughout the day he was completely switched off. He couldn’t get y/n off his mind, she was like poison to him. The day came to an end and Jimin went straight home, he didn’t live far so he usually just walked home.

 “Y/n wanna come to the lounge? I heard there are going to be some hot guys?” Jimin couldn’t help but over hear the conversation between y/n and her friends. “Can’t sorry, I have homework to do.” She said biting her lip and gripping her straps of her bag. “You’re always doing homework though. C’mon, my friend Don wants to meet you. He’s tall, hot, toned and he’s in college.” Jimin’s fist began to ball up and clench, turning white from overhearing her friends trying to set her up with a guy. 

“No thanks. I’m good.” Y/n said which made Jimin let out a sigh of relief. He began to feel a little better knowing she wasn’t going and instead would go home and do her homework like a good little girl. “Suit yourself.” One of them said as they walked off in another direction, y/n began walking in the other. Did y/n always walk home? How come I never noticed she did before? Jimin thought as he noticed her walking in the same direction that he was walking. He began, well following her. He never noticed her before so why was he now? 

Because of that stupid bet. Why did he agree to it? Y/n was just innocent and kind and angelic, she was the type of person to do her homework at night and have family meals and dinners and go to church on Sundays. But that’s what excited Jimin more, knowing that she was so innocent and the fact that fucking her was something so dirty she would never do it. She was the type of person to ‘wait for marriage’ before she did anything with a boy. And that’s why this would be fun. 

Jimin made it inside and put his bag away, going back downstairs only to be scolded by his parents to take the tutoring session because they don’t want the girl to feel bad since she offered to tutor him. Other than that he was good to go, so Jimin went upstairs and rid himself of the disgusting uniform which he threw into his basket before going and taking a shower. He stepped in and the water immediately hit him like the sun, it was hot but the hot water stung and felt nice upon his tones chest and tan skin.

 His sandstone cantaloupe coloured hair dampening under the water as it trickled down his body, instead of sitting in front of his computer Jimin wrapped his hand around his member, feeling it hot and needy and looking down at the angry purple tip that leaked precum. He placed his hand on the cold tiled walked while he stroked himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to picture y/n. In her short black school skirt and her white thigh high stockings, how she would look on her hands and knees, taking him all in. 

Small whimpers and moans left his lips at the dirty thoughts and images of what he would do to her popped into his head, leaning his head back so it now rested on the cold tiles as well as his hand to hold himself up. He ran his tongue over his lips before taking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to concentrate on the thoughts as his hand picked up its pace and was now pumping as hard and fast as it could. Chasing his high, he could feel himself twitch and before he knew it the white spurts were falling with the rest of the water and disposing themselves down the drain. 

He pulled his hand away and sighed, feeling the relief he needed all day. “Jimin! Dinner is ready so don’t be too long in there!” His mother called on the other side of the door, bringing Jimin back into reality as he tried to keep his eyes open. “Okay.” He called back, grabbing the sponge and washing over himself quickly before getting out and dressing into his usual sweats.


 He woke the next day and was actually excited to go to school for once, he would get to see y/n all day and then actually spend time with her in the afternoon at tutoring. An hour and a half in the afternoon talking to her. He began getting dressed into his uniform and combed his hair quickly before brushing his teeth and racing out the door. He was walking to school so it didn’t look weird that he was running but came to a stop when he heard her angelic voice. 

“Okay. I will. Love you.” She closed her door and skipped down the stairs, her skirt flying up slightly and her baby blue laced panties showing for a split second. Jimin couldn’t help the quiet throaty groan that escaped but only loud enough for him to hear. He felt like she was teasing him, like this all was a set up or a plan to just irritate him. “It’s okay Jimin, just six hours of school and then it’s game time.” He reminded himself before adjusting his tie slightly and continued walking, so far from her but he felt so close too. 

Y/n could hear footsteps and glanced over her shoulder when she spotted Jimin, sending him a friendly and warm smile. Y/n used to have the biggest crush on Jimin, it was all she ever talked about. But that was before he became a douche and his grades dropped and he was a decent guy. But ever since he’s changed she’s wanted nothing to do with the boy, but when she heard about him needing a tutor she put her hand up the highest it would go, feeling nervous but excited to help him. 

She was always so shy and she even tried asking him out once which ended in him laughing in her face and telling her to ‘dream on.’ And ever since that day she felt so heartbroken and angry at him. “Hey Jimin.” She said as he finally caught up to her and looked at her confused but gave her a friendly smile and walked to school with her. His presence made y/n feel more comfortable and safe with him by her side as they walked, both talking about equations in physics that they stumble upon that seem so difficult. 

Once they walked into school they went their separate ways and went to homeroom, one class they didn’t have together. They both studied all hard subjects, Maths C, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Ancient History, along with advanced Korean and English classes. Y/n sat in homeroom, talking to Park Cho-rong about her walk with Jimin this morning. She just talked about how things went at the lounge yesterday and that it was kind of boring without her there.

 “We’re going to the lounge around five tonight, you wanna come?” Park Cho-rong asked y/n and as much as she wanted to say no she found herself agreeing after feeling a little guilty about the amount of time she hadn’t been spending with them. She was doing tutoring with Jimin in the afternoon anyway so she could do her homework then as well. The bell rang and y/n walked to her English class and took a seat, looking around to act natural but also looking for Jimin.

 A figure walked past and she looked up to see Jimin smirking and taking a seat next to her before turning his focus back to the front of the class. “Alright! Good morning class!” Mr. Lee greeted as he began talking in Korean before starting to speak English, having students repeats words and sentences after him. Of course, y/n and Jimin both already study the language that they speak English just fine.


 “Okay, so when a metallic ball bearing is placed inside a cylindrical container, of radius 2 cm, the height of the water, inside the container, increases by 0.6 cm. The radius, to the nearest tenth of a centimetre, of the ball bearing is…” Jimin looked like he had the answer but he wasn’t 100% if it was correct or not. “1cm?” He asked and y/n sighed and put down the pencil. “No pabo! It’s 1.2cm!” She said hitting his head a little which he blushed to because it’s Jimin.

 “Sorry, I haven’t really been paying attention in class lately.” He said feeling slightly shy, he wanted to talk to y/n about other things, more personal things so he could get to know her. He was not going to lose to Jungkook, no matter what. “Hey y/n…have you ever played truth or dare?” Jimin asked suddenly and y/n looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows. “I have…when I was 12.” She chuckled and Jimin smiled slightly. 

“Do you want to play it now?” He asked and y/n looked a little shocked that Jimin wanted to play a silly yet dangerous game. “I mean…yeah. Why not?” She asked and put her pencil down before turning herself so she was facing him. “Okay, truth or dare?” He asked and she thought for a second, debating which one to choose. If she picked truth there were three top questions he was most likely to ask.

1)      Who do you like?

2)      Do you like me?

3)      Are you a virgin?

But If she picked dare there are many things he could ask her to so such as either something like ‘I dare you to kiss me’ or something extreme like ‘I dare you to suck me off.’ Now she had to debate which one was worse. “Truth.” The word slipping from her lips so easily causing him to smirk slightly. “Who are you interested in currently?” He asked causing y/n to laugh a little, “Isn’t that basically asking me who I like?” She asked and he chuckled, biting his lip slightly before answering. 

“Yeah, I just didn’t want to sound like a cringeworthy douche.” He said making y/n smile, he wanted to be a gentleman? “Not really…I mean my friends think I do but I don’t. No one really has caught my interest yet.” Why did it hurt slightly to hear those words for Jimin? To be fair he hasn’t really gotten to know her yet so it’s okay. “Truth or Dare?” Y/n fired back ready with a dare and truth in her mind. “Dare.” He said in a challenging tone to see how she would react, but she only smirked. 

“I dare you to send the sixteenth person in your contacts saying you got a girl pregnant.” She said folding her arms over her chest and biting her lip, she thought Jimin wouldn’t do it but he pulled out his phone and went down the list. Landing on the sixteenth person labelled as ‘Dude’ with a heart emoji and quickly texting them, the question before turning the screen to show her. The person texted back ‘sweet.’ And that was it. Y/n felt kind of annoyed, she needed to step up her game a little. 

“Truth or Dare?” Jimin asked, she really didn’t want to do dare because she feared of being dared to do something stupid or weird. “Truth.” Jimin smirked, knowing that this would just be a game with a pattern of truth, dare, truth, truth, truth, dare, truth, truth, truth, dare. “If you had to give your virginity to one boy in this school, who would it be?” He asked, y/n knew what information he was trying to get and knew what game he was playing at.

 Two can play at that game Park Jimin. She thought to herself smirking a little, “I don’t know. If I had to pick one guy to have sex with…I guess Jungkook looks like he would be good in bed.” Jimin almost choked on air, her words shocking him. “J-Jungkook?” He stuttered, his cheeks flushing red feeling a little jealous. “I don’t know though. I guess it just depends on the person really and how they treat me.” She said twirling some of her hair around her index finger. “Well I would treat you nice.” Jimin said and y/n went silent, knowing what he meant but just decided to shrug it off. 

Y/n glanced at her watch and realised the time, she had to get home and be at the lounge in half an hour. “I better get going. I have somewhere to be. This was fun, same time tomorrow?” She asked and Jimin nodded. A little shocked she still wanted to tutor him after today’s game of Truth or Dare. He smiled as he watched her turn around and walk out of the library, watching as her hips swayed naturally and her delicate hand that held her skirt so it wouldn’t fly up while she walked. “Too late princess.” Jimin smirked thinking back to the image this morning.

You Get What You Give (Long Distance)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.

Word Count: 1,700

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Desperation, Reference to sex, Loneliness, Cursing

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