jealous of every girl

;hard to say (m)

pairing— park jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin
genre/warnings— smut, fluff, slight angst,
words— 11,163

:: summary— You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?

note— this is a (sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here, called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.

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“Dorm Love Affair” (V College AU) Part 1 of 2

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Part 2

Title: Dorm Love Affair

Featuring: V (BTS) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: Mature. Smut including oral, sexting, dirty talk.

Summary: Not only did you have to put up with living in the rowdiest dorm on campus, you also have to live near resident fuckboy Kim Taehyung and his antics. Though you can’t help but wonder why he flirts with everyone but you.

Note: Hey remember when I said forever ago I was gonna write this? Here it is. Its ridiculously long so I’m separating it into 2 parts. Enjoy!

When you started college, you knew there’d be plenty to deal with. Exams, bad food, professors with a stick up their ass, group projects, lack of sleep; but the last thing you expected to deal with was getting placed on the “party floor”.

You were a junior, so you’d had time to get used to it, but that didn’t make the transition from summer to fall semester any less jarring.  People were always in the hall, meandering from room to room, talking too loud, drinking, and blasting music. You’d put in a bid to move 3 times and every time you were told that due to over-crowding and demand for dorm space, you’d either have to put up with it or move out. You refused to go back to your parents place and commute an hour to classes, and you didn’t exactly have the money to rent out on your own, so you dealt with it. You invested in earplugs, black-out curtains, and the art of avoiding conversation.

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rueitae  asked:

I saw others asking for screenshots, I’m looking for meta fuel. I’ve been trying to figure out where Pidge’s crush is coming from. At first, I thought that perhaps she was low key jealous that he’s flirting with literally every girl but her. Then Matt was found. While they certainly aren’t the same person, there are enough similarities between Lance and Matt that I can see Pidge subconsciously latching onto. They both have this cool guy vibe while easily building others up.

I see what you mean. Of course for us, viewers, it may seems like Matt and Lance are pretty similar, but we have to see it from Pidge’s point of view.

If we think.about it, the only thing Lance and Matt have in common (until now) is that both are flirtatious, but if you end up giving the label of ‘family’ to every person that has a similar trait to one of your relatives… then nobody would be in a romantic relationship.

(As always, I apologize if I start to ramble or if I get out of topic ^-^”)

Let’s talk about who’s Matt for Pidge: He’s a guide and the only person she could relate to. They both are smart and have a similar thinking since they’ve been raised in the same way.

Now, how’s Lance and Pidge relationship? Well, it didn’t start too well. Pidge tried to pull away from Lance and Hunk so she could concentrate on her mission. Pidge would have acted in a competely different way if she had found some similarity between Matt and Lance.

The relationship between Lance and Pidge is different to the relationship between Matt and Pidge: While Pidge and Matt have a similar view of the world, Lance and Pidge don’t, and that’s not a bad thing! Because it means that they can learn new perspectives.

There’s more room for feedback and development because it’s not the type of different in which they’re fighting all the time.

They still have the same sense of adventure

The same tactics

And similar likes/pastimes.

That’s what makes their relationship stable, they have different perspective of life and still have things in common.

(Now, going back to the topic x’D)

At first, Pidge was so concentrated in finding her family that I don’t think her heart had any room for more people in her life, especially after we know now that she didn’t have any friends and was used to feeling ‘out of place’. Nobody except her family could understand her… and then we have Lance… someone who doesn’t always sympathize with science but at the same time he’s:

  • Someone outside her family who actually wanted to befriend her (and was so persistent about it).
  • Someone outside her family who cared and payed attention to her.
  • Someone outside her family who praises her.

When someone in your family praises you it feels good of course.

But when a person who’s not part of your family, who doesn’t fully understand your likes, still praises you?… it feels different, especially when she has never experienced that before. Someone who’s not interested in science actually think she’s great? That’s new.

We still need to see more of Pidge and Matt and how their relationship works, but we’ve seen that she doesn’t treat them the same way. At least, she doesn’t get mad when Matt is daydreaming… unlike with Lance.

spiderman spoilers below

I am so sick of these “hybrid mj” ppl - keep hating on the new mj why don’t you. Fact is, she’s here, she’s a boss - and if y'all think she can’t be complex, nerdy, beautiful on the inside and out, confident, smart, sarcastic, woke and funny as hell you’ve got a problem.

And those were some of the original MJ’s good qualities. Excuse me, but do we really want the other side of the ‘Mary jane’ who a) treated Peter like shit most of the time b) jealous of every other girl Peter ever hang out with (aka GWEN) and c) did you see??? The original spiderman movies??? Pls try and tell me that’s not 'problematic’. Go on.

I think y'all are scared that being 'poplular’ ain’t cool any more. Remember the reaction to brown, smart flash thompson, jealous of peter Parker a success? It’s not only his colour but also bc ppl can’t handle the fact that the stereotypes are being flung out the window.

And as a girl who got bullied by 'spunky’ white girls like the original Mary Jane’s bad qualities, I think its about damn time. You need to get over the fact that she’s uncool, that she’s smart AND that she’s black, that she doesn’t have red hair. Because let’s face it, it’s time we stopped with the appearances and focused on MJ being what MJ is supposed to be - a real, wholesome person who is not just to be 'right’ for Peter Parker - and if you’re gonna use that argument, wouldn’t you say it’d be nicer for him not to fantasise over someone unreachable but to gradually fall in love with a friend?

Michelle Jones is a complete new wave. An avalanche. She’s coming for you. Are you gonna roll with it or are you gonna get rolled?

Yes Sir Part 2

Yes Sir by evansrogerskitten

Part Two: You’re Mine 

Professor John Winchester x Reader

Read Part 1  Series Masterlist

Reader’s affair with Professor John Winchester develops. Emotions run hot and so does the smut.

A/N: This is for @roxy-davenport‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday dahling! My prompts: Jealous sex. Horror movie: Psycho. Quote: “You heard me. Take. It. Off. Now. ” This is also for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s Album Fanfiction Challenge- “Lonely Star“ by the Weekend. Prompts and lyrics are bolded. Gifs aren’t mine. WC: 4977 | On AO3 

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit, Smut, Oral sex, Anal play, minor breathplay, language, alcohol, so much dirty talk, unprotected sex, fluff- so basically, my usual. Enjoy! xoxo

“C’mon, go out with us on Friday.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna hit up a friend’s birthday party and then the bars. Get in a little trouble maybe?”

I giggled at my two male classmates who were lounging on desks across from me. They were flirting, coaxing me to go out with them that weekend. I flirted back, smiling even though I knew I probably wouldn’t go. I’d known them all year and they were both cute. And a girl has to have a little fun, right?

Problem was I didn’t really want to go out with them. I already belonged to someone else.

I was having an affair with my college professor. Might call it foolish, perhaps even illegal. But the only trouble I wanted to get into was with Professor Winchester.

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lesbian or sapphic relationship starters.
  • "have you ever had a girlfriend before?"
  • "not all lesbians listen to tegan and sara."
  • "my past girlfriends were all disappointed in my glaring lack of flannel."
  • "i'm not femme or butch... i'm more... futch?"
  • "i've never been with a girl before but i'm in the market to change that."
  • "so, i started reading sappho's poetry yesterday. it's actually pretty good. and gay."
  • "am i a disappointing lesbian if i like dogs more than cats?"
  • "i need to be butcher."
  • "when i look at a girl, i can't decide if i want to be her or be on her. it's a real struggle."
  • "i've noticed since i came out, the population of plaid in my closet has increased drastically."
  • "you're my girlfriend, not my mom. unless you're into that. then i'm kink-shaming you."
  • "does my haircut read as lesbian or more 'straight girl who chats up girls on tinder for me and my manbun boyfriend to hook up with'? ...please say lesbian."
  • "i don't have any cats."
  • "let's face it: i'm a stud."
  • "lesbian bed death was a concept created by bitter straight people who were jealous that lesbians actually have orgasms every time we fuck."
  • "my type? girl... who's available and interested in me."
  • "you can tell she's been single for a while. i can't even remember the last time she clipped her nails."
  • "she sent me a finger pic last night. that a thing?"
  • "i wish i was a sports lesbian but i'm just a sleeps for 14 hours and forgets to clean the cat box for 3 days lesbian."
  • "i heard her listening to hayley kiyoko. she's not straight."
  • "do i look gay?"
  • "i'm wearing a bowtie to our wedding. it's going to bring out my eyes."
  • "i think our dog's a lesbian."
  • "this woman at work asked me if i knew ellen. i told her we all get together every other weekend to catch up on the latest hot gossip. i think she believed me."
  • "i'm so fucking gay."

Request: “You should make an it imagine where she is the first girl and when bev comes around she self conscious because she is thicker than other girls her age and she likes bill and her fear is being alone, like no one wants to be with her because maybe her dad left at a young age. She wears all black and stuff like that. With the cliff scene where they jump, a scene with her fear and when penny wise is trying to be killed. Sorry for it’s so long it’s just I watched it Friday and fell in love with them.”

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Warnings: Body insecurities 

A/N: The reader will have Hannah’s body type in this imagine and there’s nothing wrong with that because she is beautiful everyone is in their own way I just wanted to let you all know.

You were pretty secure about your body, well sometimes. There were times when you absolutely loved your body but then there were other times when you hated it. You were a complicated person with a complicated way of thinking but that still didn’t stop you from having friends. It was pretty easy to love your body when your friends were just guys.

Bill, Stan, Eddie and Richie were boys and although they were a lot thinner than you it didn’t bother you because they were men. That all changed when Beverly came into the group. Yes you were happy that you wouldn’t be the only girl in the group but you envied her petite figure and small frame. 

She was beautiful and so were you but you still couldn’t help but feel inferior and a slight bit jealous. What you didn’t know was that every girl in Derry High School including Bev envied your curves. You had a beautiful hourglass figure that made your curves stand out even more. Guys commented on this as well but they were more perverted about it saying how since you had a big butt and breasts they would ___ you anyday. 

Expect for the gentlemen that were Bill, Stan, Eddie and Richie they would say that you were really beautiful. But that’s it no nasty and disgusting things they were the definition of a gentleman. They were the only group of boys that truly respected women (as well as Ben and Mike but they haven’t met them yet)

You however mostly focused on Bill and what he thought about you. You had a huge crush on him and the only person who knew at the moment was Stan. You felt like you could trust him the most obviously you wouldn’t tell Richie because he was the big mouth of the group with no filter. As for Eddie you trusted him but not enough for him to keep a secret like that.

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BTS Random Scenario #9

BTS in a club.


*awkwardly and passionately dancing on the dance floor.*

*Slowly, everybody on the dance floor moves away from them.*


*Jimin is surrounded by all the girls.*

* Jungkook gets jealous and punches every girl away from Jimin.*

Jungkook: “Move B*tch! He is mine.”

*Jimin enjoying all the attention from Jungkook. *


*Screaming and dancing like animals.*

* Had brought gas stove with them and turning up the flames high.*

V: “Let’s go party.Turn up!!”

Suga in the dorm.

Suga: “Now this is called ‘me’ time. No one to disturb me or make noises in the house.”

*Switches on tv and sees breaking news.*

* An exclusive club in Gangnam district of capital Seoul has been burned down. No casualties have been reported but a gas stove has been identified as the cause of fire.*

Suga: “Wait! Isn’t that the club they had all went to?”

*rushes to kitchen and finds gas stove missing.*

Suga: “Those idiots.”

Suga (becoming sad): “Burning things down was my thing. I can’t believe they did it without me. I mean I would have shouted 'bultaoreune’ and 'infires’ if I would have been there. Ah! Such a waste.”

Offbeat - Auston Matthews

Annonymous said: maybe an auston matthews imagine where you somehow ended up being apart of ‘the guys’ with them showing up at your house randomly to pick you up to hangout and go to parties. and puckbunnies both are intimidated by you because youre always around and rude to you because you arent the typical super thin blonde, and get even more jealous of how close you are with auston in particular and then things happen and you n auston finally get together (surprise me with the how?) please and thank you :)

A/N: Hello everyone! Now I know everyone has been patiently waiting for Mason (Part 6), but I have other requests pending, and I find when I write other prompts or stories, it helps me write about other storylines I have going on as well. Creative juices, right? 

This was reqested a while ago and I appologize for the wait! I hope it’s similar to your request, and I do believe this will be another multi-part imagine. Let me know what you think!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Auston Matthews (Feat. Connor Brown, Morgan Rielly, William Nylander, and Zach Hyman)

Words: 4,691

Warnings: Language and Alcohol Consumption

Originally posted by willynylanders

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Just friends (m)

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader / feat. oh sehun, high school! kyungsoo

genre/warnings: smut, fluff

• words: 9,117

Summary: You’ve had feelings for your friend Kyungsoo for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?

“He should be here already,” you whined to your friend, who you were sitting next to on a kitchen counter.

You were at some pretty crappy house party and things were getting boring.

Why wasn’t he here yet?

“Maybe he got lost on the way, I heard he’s that stupid,” your friend replied, his low voice drawing out as if he couldn’t be bothered to speak aloud.

You turned to him with a huff, but that huff trailed off as you were met with his face and you silently groaned.

How after all these years of knowing him, did he still have this effect on you?

His eyes were big and dark, his eyelashes curling upwards, thick and black, and his nose perfectly fit his face, it wasn’t too big but it wasn’t too small…and don’t get you started on his lips. Those lips were enough to make any girl wonder. They were thick and plump, his cupid’s bow flawlessly turned up and his teeth were straight. You loved it when he smiled, his mouth opened up into a heart shape, although these days you didn’t see him smile much. Maybe you had stopped making him smile…

“Hey, don’t me mean!” You warned, remembering to speak.

You watched him roll his eyes and run his hand through his thick hair. It was styled up today and you liked it – it made him look older, more mature.

“It’s true though, right?” He asked, smiling that heart shaped smile, that you missed.

It was your turn to roll your eyes now and you hit him on the shoulder.

“Kyungsoo, be quiet,” you said, however, you couldn’t hide your little smirk, as you watched him laugh at your reaction.

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riverdale preferences


preference: how they hug you.

written by: kelly

edited by: yours truly

chapter song: my kid of love / emeli sandè ✿

archie: archie’s hugs were the hugs that made every girl in riverdale jealous. his long arms would start off tightly wrapping you around your waist while he’d kiss your forehead, then after the adornment of small pecks he would slowly bring the rest of you in and hold you gently.

jughead jones: jughead would hold onto you for dear life. each hug a clear sign of affection and relief. they would be almost paralysing, so tight but so full love love and warmth. with each embrace his warmth would radiate into your body. his hugs show the world that he is too scared to loose the ones he loves, even if he makes it look like he doesn’t care. when jughead opens his arms to embrace, he also lets his guard down.

kevin keller: kevin was never much of a hugger. he looks at the hug like more of a sympathetic sign of affection, and he wasn’t one for sympathy either. whenever he feels down though, it changes. he craves being held and he craves holding those who need to be comforted. Kevin’s need for affection is reserved greatly for his significant other.

veronica lodge: veronica has always been a very flirtatious person. her dark and sexy appearance always made people naturally gravitate to her, that’s why she’s always been a person who enjoys touch and embrace. however, there is a fine line she doesn’t cross. when she’s with a friend the hugs are quick and sweet, with her partner that changes. the embrace is much longer and meaningful.

betty cooper: betty was always full of love and affection. being a part of her family though, she only ever really showed that side to polly. that was until she met the one who held her heart. holding betty closer and closer, you began to feel her pain. she struggled being a strong and assertive person all the time and she felt like she needed to suppress her vulnerability. betty wore her heart on her sleeve, and you could see that when she would come closer for a hug.

cheryl blossom: everyone knew that cheryl was untouchable. her stone cold personality was enough to make a grown man whimper. she was a hard person to get to know, because most of her life she was never taught how to love. the only person cheryl ever cared about was jason, and when he died that part of her was missing. the light in her life was gone. when she finally met the person who could bring that side out of her, she was very guarded. she never showed any affection in public, it was all behind closed doors. her hugs were soft and warm, full of passion. when she cried she would hold onto you for dear life. scared to loose her light again.

Coming out was never an option in their high school

But Cosette really wanted to date Eponine. She wanted to go to movies with her and go out to dinner. It wasn’t just get either. Her brother had fallen hopelessly in love with Grantaire
So she and Enjolras came up with a plan.
For their next school dance, Cosettes parents got wider full pictures of their kids along with their dates.
Didn’t Enjolras look so handsome with Eponine?
And Grantaire was so gentlemanly towards their daughter!
The two couples became the most stable couples in the high school. Every girl was jealous of Grantaire’s loyalty to Cosette. And Eponine was so understanding when Enjolras was busy and distracted.
Everyone agreed that they were #goals.

They kept the farce up for nearly three years.
They came out at graduation. The two couples suddenly switching and kissing in front of everyone.
And then they were gone, off to the apartment they’d secured in another city with Grantaire’s old friend Bossuet.

Are gods really gods if no one believes in them anymore?

Zeus takes walks in the rain and tries to talk up joggers in central park. When they bolt, or only return his advances with polite smiles that look like fence posts too high for even him to jump, he sighs. He tells them he is a god, and his words echo back to him, accompanied by laughter. No one believes him

He picks up his wife, who might be his sister in this time, in a beat up car with a beautiful flame job, Hera is a marriage counselor with peacock feather bags under her eyes, her advice falls on her own deaf ears as her jealous eyes roam over every girl they pass, and she is right to. She knows this. She has always known.

Poseidon’s hands are rough and calloused, he raises cargo too heavy for a man his age, the young ones say. He laughs his fisherman’s laugh, all depths and riptide, because no one should be his age. He reminds himself he is one of the lucky ones, he gets to be around what he loves. He may not have his dominion any more, but salt water and sun still weather his face.

Hades stalks the streets at night, women cross the street to avoid him, and he smiles with his needle-teeth, they are right to. This winter he is without a bride, and he still wants to usher souls into the afterlife, the pistol hangs heavy in his pocket, his tongue glints gold, the coin to pay his Charon, his most loyal employee. He brings knives to gunfights and guns to fistfights, he stands with his arms out like their new God, these fickle humans, he welcomes the bullets. He dares them to kill him. They try.

Ares and Athena spit curses laced with whiskey from across dive bar floors, they are moving human pawns across a chessboard. They were strategists before they were gangsters, but it doesn’t matter now.

Apollo sings in a nightclub, his crooning voice from a forgotten time. He has his sister’s blood under his fingernails, from stitching up wound after wound, Artemis forgets she is not invincible anymore. He sings about the moon and wonders where she is, picking a fight with some would-be rapist, maybe it’s Zeus. It’s probably Zeus. Again.

Dionysus drinks away their shared pain, dealing LSD in dark alleyways, he whispers sweet promises and his followers believe him, he was human once and he can be again, like wine, he knew nothing so sweet could have lasted forever. Icarus sidles up to his side, asking if he’s got anything that can make you feel like you can fly. In this life, he is a junkie, and Daedalus watches with ancient, sad eyes. Icarus is melting and Dionysus is letting him.

Hestia sits by the hearth and waits for her family to come home. And she listens while they all curse their immortality. She shakes her head slow and clicks her tongue, I know, my darlings, I know.

Are gods really gods if no one believes in them anymore?

Does it matter?

—  Marissa Dakin, 2015

anonymous asked:

Can you do a thingy on how dating jughead would be like?

Dating Jughead would include:

  • early morning walks around Riverdale
  • wearing his beanie 
  • your dad disapproving because of who his dad is involved with #meanie
  • inviting him to live with you after you find out he’s homeless
  • constantly cuddling
  • always holding his hand
  • slow passionate sex because he wants to show you how much he loves you
  • jughead always needs to be holding/touching you in some way even if its just his hand on your hip
  • helping him write articles and stories
  • you guys being the cutest couple ever
  • you sneaking out late at night to meet him at “your place”
  • dates at Pops basically every day
  • Archie being jealous of Jughead because youre the cutest girl ever
  • him constantly showing you all the love he thinks you deserve and he will never let up, hes giving you the love that he didnt have
  • hes not big on PDA, but he will always give you a kiss on the forehead when he sees another guy looking at you
  • jugheads definitely the jealous type dont fight me on this
  • but he loves you with all his heart and would never let anyone hurt you

*Requested* Could you do please an imagine where the reader has feelings for Klaus and she’s jealous every time when she sees him how he flirts with other girls in the Grill and when she’s at home, he comes and teases her about it so she admits her feelings for him? 

( This one is obviously set back in season 3 or 4 of The Vampire Diaries. I do hope you enjoy. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Klaus x Reader

Story Title: “Utter Attention”

Word count: 680

Your name: submit What is this?

You glare at them from across the room, your fingers tightening around the glass in your hand. Klaus is at the bar, accompanied by yet another girl that´s shamelessly hitting on him and he seems to enjoy it very much.

The way she leans towards Klaus, how his finger traces over her hand and how they both wear a smile has you ragingly jealous. You are very well aware that having feelings for Klaus is dangerous and it might drive your friends away but you cannot seem to stop thinking about him nonetheless.You cannot choose who you falling in love with, right?

Klaus crooks his finger, urging the girl to come closer. He whispers something in her ear, which makes her smile even wider.

That´s it. You cannot take more of this. If he wants to surround him with easy girls like her, so be it. You are not going to watch any longer.
You empty your glass and slam it on the table before you leave some money and make your way to the door.

Klaus smiles and watches you leave the grill before he downs his drink and follows after you, completely ignoring the girl he just flirted with.

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I Choose You

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut for sure but I don’t know

Rating: Mature

Request by theb-tchyidol

Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

#132: “I haven’t slept in four days…”

He had offered to cure your boredom but you weren’t expecting him to take you to the abandoned warehouse in town. “Jungkook where the hell are we?” you whisper yell at him.

He stopped in the dark hallway. “Do you believe in ghosts?” he asked you seriously. “Because I heard this place is haunted.”

You smack his shoulder. “Yeah righ-” you say before hearing something scurry around. “What was that?! Did you hear that?!” 

He scoffed. “It was probably just your imagination Y/N, stop being a baby.”

You narrow your eyes and pout just as you grip his hand for security. After the both you were done exploring such a place, he offered to take you home because what were friends for? “Thanks Kookie, I had fun…” you say to him just as he gives you a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek. He was and still is your best friend. His cell phone went off as he walked down your driveway. 

“Hey babe~! Yeah…I’ll be there soon..” he said to the person through the phone. Your smile faded as you watched him fade away into the darkness of the night. 

He had a new girl every week and every girl was jealous of you so they would sabotage your relationship with him. Your feelings got hurt when he chose a random girl over you. His best friend. But you had learned that your best friend turned into a fuckboy and that’s what fuckboys do. But Jungkook would always be your best friend first, regardless of how you felt for him. You stepped into your house and tried to sleep but you were alone. 

For four days you tried to sleep but your imagination kept playing tricks on you. You needed your friend and you were surprised to even see him on your doorstep. 

“What happened to you?” he asked playfully but you were in no mood to play. 

“I haven’t slept in four days…” you said exhausted and you felt faint but he had caught you before you collapsed. He held you in his arms before taking you into your bedroom and lay you down. 

“Get some rest then..I’d ask why but I have a hunch.” he said as he turned to leave but you stopped him.

You were almost in tears. “P-Please stay with me….I-I don’t want to be alone.” you whispered almost ashamed. He was silent for a few minutes but he eventually agreed and laid down beside you in your queen sized bed.

When you grew silent, Jungkook loved over to look down at you as he chuckled. “Troublesome girl..” he teased as he watched you sleep. The rise and fall of your chest was letting him aware that you were just exhausted. He looked around your room from where he lay just before getting up. He saw your childhood pictures with him hanging on one side of your wall. “When did we drift apart?” he asked himself quietly just as he received a text but he quickly turned his phone off so it wouldn’t disturb you. 

He went over to your desk as his fingers ran down the wood and landed on a book. An old faded book. He looked at you before looking back to the book and started to flip through the pages. 

“Page 23…Dear Diary…The moment you kiss someone and everything becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person..and you realize that person is the only person you want to kiss for the rest of your life. Diary I found him..” 

“Page 45…Dear Diary…I tried..I really tried but I can’t keep pretending everything is alright. I would give anything to take it all back…”

“Page 60..Dear Diary..Her or Me..Jungkook…Here I am begging…Her or me…Jungkook I love you…Choose me…love me…”

“Page 90…Dear Diary… I miss him so much it hurts…Will this pain ever go away? Diary, I can’t do this without him…”

Jungkook paused his readings to look back at you to check on your sleeping form. 

“Page 100…Dear-” he shut the book. Startled when he had heard you starting to stir from your slumber. 

“Kookie..What are you doing?” you asked him while rubbing your eyes. 

He ignored your question as he brought you into a kiss. You were surprised at first but you melted into his hold. The kiss was like the first time he had kissed you all those months ago. Soft and Gentle. He pulled your blankets back as he lifted your shirt up and began to undress you. When the both of you were naked, you became shy and wanted to cover up but he stopped you. 

“No don’t…you’re beautiful.” he whispered as he kissed down your body as if worshiping you. You bit your lip as he spread you open to taste you but he was only there for a few minutes. He kissed back up your body as he lined himself up to your entrance and pushed himself in.

You gripped his shoulders and moaned while arching your back. He filled you up and you felt full. He thrusted in and out of you as he panted into your ear. “I love you.” you thought he said but you were too focused on the moment. “Are you going to come for me Y/N?” he asked you as you were whining and whimpering avoiding his gaze. “Look at me.” he voiced sternly. You look at him with a flustered expression as you tried to contain your moans. “Are you…going to come?” he asked again as he thrusts in and out of you.

You nodded your head. “Y-Yes!” you breathed as you felt him increase his speed and leaned further into you causing him to go in deeper. “Jungkook~!” you scream his name. Jungkook grunted and hissed into your ear as soon as he came undone. He marked your neck, claiming you. He got up off of you and cleaned you off before getting dressed and you got dressed blushing.

“I ready your diary.” he barely said as he faced. 

You were caught off guard. “W-What?” you stared at him. 

“I read your diary and I choose you.” he stated.

Dating Sirius Black Would Include...

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

  • laying on the couch in the Gryffindor common room with his head in your lap. 
  • instantly being accepted into the Marauders’ circle
  • scolding him for smoking or drinking
  • then joining in because somebody has to be responsible for him
  • sneaking into each other’s rooms at night
  • rough, passionate sex
  • PDA, and lots of it
  • him always insisting in touching you in some way
  • hands on your hips
  • kisses on your shoulders
  • playing with your hair
  • always telling you how sexy your are
  • but never forgetting to remind you that you’re beautiful
  • whisperin naughty things in your ear during class
  • feeding you during dinner and everyone fake gagging at your cliche romance (especially James)
  • being jealous of every guy or girl that lays eyes on you
  • jealous sex thereafter
  • you wearing his clothes
  • telling him all about muggle music
  • him loving classic rock the most
  • going to concerts together during the summer
  • camping in the bed of a truck
  • sneaking into the prefects’ bathroom for midnight baths, even though neither of you are prefects
  • stealing food from the kitchens to bring to the common room while it’s late at night so you can have deep conversations
  • letting him rant about his prejudiced family
  • comforting him when he’s upset about it
  • always supporting him when he’s fighting for something he believes in
  • never leaving his side
  • loving him more than anything
  • him loving you more than anything
  • vowing to be together always

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I would like to request an imagine where the reader’s ex is Harry and she starts dating Draco and Harry finds out, lots of angst?

a/n- I seriously dislike how I wrote this, I think its so bad but I hope you don’t

If he were a bird, he’d be a hawk. Silent. Quick. Watchful. He views the world from the tips of his nose, eyes always evaluating. Slowly, he begins to evaluate her. 
Her name’s Y/n. She’s got h/c hair, e/c eyes, and skin as smooth as milk. He’s always been attracted to the strange and unusual. It’s odd how she dips out of the castle late at night. It’s curious, the way she hums a melody no one can place a finger on. It’s peculiar that she spends time in an abandoned classroom, an antique, muggle record player spinning an unknown vinyl. He’s intrigued. He’s fascinated, and when Harry Potter is fascinated, it’s a balanced mixture of adventure, with a fifty percent chance of disaster.
‘What’s that song?’ She spins around, hair falling in slow motion, as her lips pucker before parting. ‘It’s called Mr. Sandman.’ He nods, tentative steps guiding him towards her. She glances at him, her eyebrows drawn together with trepidation. ‘Why are you here?’ He smiles, lightly, taking a seat on a dusty desk. ‘I walk by this classroom every Thursday and Sunday, and have never found the will to walk in. I figured now was a good time.’ His kind, yet mysterious eyes found way to her’s, their pupils widening in mutual attraction. ‘I’m glad you did.’
The next day, they were walking hand-in-hand through the castle. Every girl was fuming and every boy was jealous, each student coveting the affairs of Y/n L/n and Harry Potter. However, he wasn’t the only boy fascinated by the secretive siren. 
The moon washed over her cheeks, blue and silver light finding way into her eyes. She sucked in a breath, dipping her toes into the lake. The iced chill climbed up her legs, residing in the pit of her spine. He hadn’t meant to notice her, she was Potter’s girl. Anyone stupid enough to hitch their wagon to the golden boy was of no interest to him. But her way about the world was to be studied. Everything she touched was carried like an artifact, her stance like a lost, Egyptian queen. He watched her body slink into the water, her knees, then hips, then elbows sinking with the ripples. ‘Are you just going to stand there and watch?’ His eyes widened, wondering when he found nerve to walk into the moonlight. ‘Yes.’ She smiled, resting her body against the grass as the waves swallowed her legs. ‘Don’t you just adore the midnight?’ He nodded, his mind lost while he sat next to her torso. ‘It’s a fine time of day.’ She began humming a faint tune, neither major nor minor, lost in a sea of thoughts. As the crickets filled the emptiness of the night, she spoke up, surprising him in a multitude of ways. ‘Do you think intrigue is equal to love? Or, is fame mutual to acceptance?’ He thought for a moment, before uncovering her true intention. ‘You aren’t in love with Potter.’ She heaved a sigh, before stretching her arms like a cat. ‘I don’t think I can love. At least, the doctors say I can’t.’ His lips parted, confused and dazed. Her eyes met his, a mellow smirk ghosting her expression. ‘I’m a diagnosed sociopath.’ He could tell he looked shocked, and alarmed, and scared, and addicted. She rolled over, her wet skirt sticking to her most vulnerable places. ‘I think it’s kind of impossible to love him.’ She picked at her nails. ‘But he is an awfully good shag.’ They met every night for the next six months. 
Over the summer, Y/n broke it off with Potter. Their candle burned out, desire no longer strong enough to bind them together. The same week she left Harry, she was in the Daily Prophet, spotted having a butterbeer with none other than Draco Malfoy, notorious bad guy. What the paper hadn’t mentioned was that Malfoy had just admitted his feelings. It was a mistake. He was a little bit tipsy, she was a little bit vulnerable, they were both a little bit horny. Clumsily apparating, they found themselves undressed in his bedroom, heavy panting and desperate clutches quivering in their bones. The day school began, it was the talk of the town. She was branded with the Malfoy seal, elite gems casually dangling from her neck, with expensive robes hugging her form. The Gryffindors were furious. Granger felt betrayed, Weasleys were preparing for war, but none of them could compare to Harry. Curses occupied his thoughts at all times, ways of revenge blocking his consciousness. He felt raped of love and affection. He began to wonder if she cheated while they were an item. Over the course of the next few years, spells and hexes and insults were hurled without reason, the houses more divided than any moment in the history of Hogwarts. Yet, nothing was like the day Harry heard of the wedding.
It was all over the Prophet. World leaders, Princes, Earls, Dukes, Lords, every high prospect of society gathered to the Manor to celebrate the betrothal of Malfoy and L/n, two respected families merging to form a union. He makes a decision: he will crash attend the engagement party. But, when Harry makes a decision, it’s a balanced mixture of adventure, with a fifty percent chance of disaster.
It’s easy for Draco to spot him across the hall. He’s underdressed, overly obvious, and not the least bit prepared for a brawl. He marches to the pile of black hair, ripping him from the crowd and launching him into the adjacent billiard room. ‘What on earth are you doing here, Potter?’ He’s fuming. Harry snarls, clenching his fists and adjusting his glasses. ‘I wanted to wish you both a wonderful wedding, is all.’ Draco scoffs, gripping his wand and making a show of it, too. ‘I suggest you leave before you make a scene, like you always do-’ ‘Aren’t you curious as to why she picked you?’ His snarl softened, ‘What are you on about?’ Harry chuckled, rolling a stray ball across the mahogany pool table. ‘I’m just saying, it’s a wonder why she chose an ex-death eater over me, you know? It’s a bit odd to think about-’ ‘What are you-’ ‘And it wasn’t the sex. Because the sex was definitely good. So if I could have given her the great sex, and the good, comfortable life, why in the bloody hell would she choose you?’ Draco began shaking, out of rage, and sadness, and fear. ‘S-She loves me. She loves me, and she never loved you-’ ‘SHE CAN’T LOVE!’ The world stopped. Malfoy swallowed, his wand losing balance in his fingertips. ‘You’re wrong, she-’ ‘She doesn’t love you, Malfoy. She loves your money, and status, and your power. She can’t love you.’ Letting a tear slip, he took a step forward, face inches apart from Harry’s. ‘Leave. Now. Go, before I crucio you into oblivion.’ Although Potter left without another word, his dialogue remained floating in Draco’s head. Yet, when he saw his bride glide towards the altar, all insecure thoughts vanished with a puff. Y/n watched with a smile as her future husband sniffled with glee. She lifted a calm hand to her collarbone, faintly touching her priceless jewels, reminding herself one more that she was marrying the money, and not the man.