just look at that disapproving face

fleur delacour falling in love with bill weasley because he sees her. his youngest brother looked and went hair-eyes-teeth-legs, thought body, thought sex. her whole life, men have been looking and seeing a thing, not a girl. since she turned thirteen and bud-breasts pressed up against her shirts and boys at school wanted to sit close, men back home lingered too long in hugs.

until she was fifteen she dressed herself in shame before she put any clothes on at all. wore everything a few sizes too big, a few inches too long. draped herself in thick fabrics to hide the body beneath them. never learned that hot eyes on her were the fault of their owners, not her. took the uncomfortable stares and the endless flirtation as a fact of life. was fourteen the first time she dared to say “stop looking!” and met only laughter.

it’s not until she’s nearly sixteen and her sister is turning ten that she sees eyes begin to slide over her and to gabrielle. a friend of their father’s, not even that deep into a bottle of wine, caresses a child-round cheek and murmurs a line from lolita, eyes too bright and lips too dry. gabrielle flickers a panicked glance around the room. that look is so familiar. the same hour fleur switches her baggy sweatshirt for a crop top and rolls her skirt over two inches. 

they will look at her. never at her sister.

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All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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Addiction is not pretty girls sniffing cocaine on glass tables in low-cut dresses and drinking expensive liquor that you cant even pronounce.

Addiction is not a “quirk” that you can add to characters in your fan-fiction, to make them tragedy.

Addiction is that feeling of relief when your paycheque comes in, even if its supposed to pay your rent.

Addiction is watching your face hollow out, following suit with your mind.

Addiction is telling your friends and family that it’s “just allergies”, even though you have sounded stuffed up all-year round.

Addiction is that look of disapproval and pity the volunteers at the drug clinic give you, as you throw your used needles into that yellow bio-hazard box, and reluctantly take a pack of 10 new clean ones.

Addiction is sitting in 7 day detox programs, writing out a 90 day recovery plan, and praying that you can actually stick to it. Praying.

Addiction is lies.
Addiction is feelings of shame.

Drugs were supposed to be fun.

They used to help you break down those social barriers, although ironically enough, now you couldn’t care less if you didn’t see another person ever again for the rest of your life.

On the inhale.
You feel your heart pump faster.
Your blood speeds through your system.
You feel feelings of euphoria you didnt know were possible.

On the exhale.
You realize thats another $50 dollars gone.
You remember that thing you had to do yesterday that you slept through.
You remember the cracking in your mothers voice when you picked up the phone and told her you weren’t coming home again.

You remember what you had. You remember what you lost.

Drugs can take you to other worlds, much different than our own.

But they will never take you to a world that mirrors what life was like before.

—  “Writing And Other Drugs” by Chris Manchester (writingandotherdrugs)
WATERMELON & MINT [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Would love a Draco x reader imagine where they’re best friends and they’re always really close and they smell each other in the amortentia? I know so original but your writing style is good so it’d be great for you to write a version of this imagine ?” — by anon

a/n: *badly impersonates professor trelawney* you have the markings of a true seer, my child! lol, but seriously, i was thinking about making an imagine like the one you requested, anon. and i am very pleased that someone asked for it bECAUSE THAT MEANS I’LL HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WAHAHAHA. also, i might have blushed when you said my writing style is good 💓 hope you enjoy! x

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“What took you so long?”

Those were the words you uttered just as your best friend, and probably the longest companion you have ever had, sat down beside you like he usually did in Potions. You noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore the scowl he had whenever he saw Potter — which you assumed was the reason why his features were all annoyed, since Harry was in the very same class right now.

Draco took out his textbook, “What took me so long? You’re the one who didn’t wait for me when I clearly told you that we’d meet at the entrance of the Great Hall before going here.”

A blush crept on your cheeks, clearly remembering that he indeed told you that before the two of you parted ways this morning after breakfast. Draco was looking at you with a disapproving look and all you managed to do was sheepishly smile at him, which made him roll his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered just as Professor Slughorn began his discussion about a potion that was called Amortentia. “I completely forgotten it because Ron had a question and —”

“Wait a minute. Why on earth are you on first name basis with that Weasel?” Draco hastily cut you off, turning his body so that he faced you while you still tried to listen to Slughorn’s boring introduction.

You glanced at him. “Because unlike you, I’m not a git, Draco.” you couldn’t help but plaster a smirk on your lips, making him scoff.

But truth be told, only you could insult Draco face to face and get away with it. You have been friends with him since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, the compartment that he was occupying that time the only available place you could find to stay in. It still surprises you whenever you remember it because you were always under the impression that he was just as egotistical and snobbish as his father.

Well, he kind of still was, but whenever it came to you he wasn’t as bad as everybody claimed him to be. Draco was actually a very trust worthy friend, he was definitely someone you knew who could stay and tolerate your flaws and imperfections, and he has always been there for you in times of distress.

Of course, Draco undoubtedly felt the same, or else the friendship you had with him wouldn’t have lasted this long.

“Yes, now, well huddle up and divide yourselves into pairs.” said Slughorn with a peculiar smile on his face. “I’ll be giving each group a sample of Amortentia and you’ll have to be completely honest to your chosen partner what are the things that you smelled, alright? Okay, so, quietly fall in line …”

You shared a look with Draco and he nodded, standing up to get the mentioned sample from the professor for your own group. He was back in seconds, placing a tiny bottle on your working table containing a liquid that had steam rising in characteristic spirals. You leaned down closely to get a sniff, your nose wrinkling before turning to Draco.

“Seriously, Draco. How much cologne did you spray on yourself? I can’t smell anything besides it.” you tried sniffing again.

He pursed his lips together. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone overdoing something, it’s you. Your watermelon scented perfume is going to be stuck in my nostrils forever.” he chuckled.

Both confused by your own accusations to each other — since quite frankly, you didn’t bother to put on your perfume today and Draco had forgotten to apply his cologne — you and Draco leaned down once again to the bottle of Amortentia, determined to get a different scent other than the previous strong fragrance.

Draco glanced at you while you were still sniffing, casually moving closer so that he could familiarize himself again with the smell of your shampoo. He was still taking in the smell of watermelon from the potion, with two new additions: old books and now, your shampoo.

“What is it?” you questioned when he abruptly almost fell on his stool because of what he was beginning to discover.

“Nothing.” coughed Draco, changing the topic. “Er, what did you smell?”

You remembered the scent of fallen rain, the smell of mint, and the strangest of all, his cologne. You thought you were only catching the smell of it because of how close the two of you were sitting right next to each other. Clearly, you were mistaken and found yourself blushing at the realization that you were attracted to your best friend.

“You go first.” you insisted but Draco shook his head.

“No, no, ladies first.”

You snorted, “Please, Draco, we both know you hardly recognize me as a lady.”

“Girls first then.” he corrected himself.

“No, really, you go first.”

“Y/N, don’t be stubborn and just tell me —”

“Yes, I would, right after you tell me yours —”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Y/N — ”

“Mr Malfoy and Miss Y/L/N, do we have a problem?” Slughorn had appeared in front of your desk, a triumph smile on his face. “I can’t help but notice that your voices have increased in volume. May I know what’s the noise all about?”

“Nothing, professor.” both of you claimed.

Slughorn narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

“We were just about to exchange answers, sir.” you added.

He grinned. “Is that so? Well, tell them to the whole class then! I’m sure everyone is just as curious as I am.”

Draco’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Actually, sir, I rather not —”

“Ridiculous, Malfoy! Now, come on, tell us what you smelled.”

You have never seen Draco act so uncomfortable and embarrassed before as he stared at Slughorn, his cheeks tinted pink while he held this look as if he was silently praying that the time was up and they were now going to be dismissed for their next class.

He coughed. “I smell … old books, uh, watermelon, and … kind of like a bubblegum scent.” he murmured the last part, knowing that you were the only one that had hair smelling like bubblegum around the castle grounds.

“And how about you, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Fallen rain, mint, I think. And, well,” you caught Draco waiting for your answer, “um, some type of cologne.”

“Ah! How astonishing. I wonder who would be the lucky person to be wearing such a cologne …” trailed the professor, finally leaving his attention to the two of you and back to his own desk in front.

You and Draco were both silent on your seats, knowing in fact that you had smelled each other in Amortentia — a love potions that gave off a scent that you are most attracted to. In both of your cases, only now did the both of you realize that maybe all this time you’ve been with each other, the affection you showed weren’t precisely platonic as thought it was.

“So,” Draco was the one who had the nerves to speak after understanding, “it was my cologne, huh?” there was a hint of cockiness in his tone and when you peered at him, he had this genuine grin that only you had the chance to see.

“Excuse me, Malfoy, but two beats one. You smelled both my perfume and my shampoo.” you said a matter-of-fact.

You gazed at each other for what seemed like hours before breaking apart, your lips curled up in a smirk while the professor now discussed another potion, Felix felicis.

Suddenly, Draco placed a hand on top of yours nonchalantly, intertwining it with his as a bigger smile appeared on his mouth. He seemed to be very pleased of himself and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the heavy pace of your heart, knowing that this was going to be the beginning of something new and wonderful.

Oblivious

Request: Hi I’m not sure if you’re open to take request right now. If you are can you please make a Eddie Kaspbrak for IT imagine. Can it be where Bill’s cousin who is the reader and Eddie both like each other so Bill and everyone else try’s to get the together? Please if you have the time of course thank you!

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing: Reader/Eddie Kaspbrak

Rating: General

Warning: strong language!


Oblivious

It was needless to say that Y/N was just as oblivious as Eddie was. Y/N had only recently moved to Derry with their mother and father so they could be somewhat closer to their family from their mothers side. Of course, Y/N thought the move was ridiculous until Bill had introduced them to the entire Losers’ club. Though Y/N wasn’t a fan of the name, the people in the club definitely didn’t seem like losers’, they stuck it out and remained quiet happy.

Y/N enjoyed the company, they always found Richie to be the funniest (when he wasn’t being insulting that was.) but always found Eddie to be their very favourite. Of course, they didn’t believe they actually like-liked Eddie. Not until Bill actually suggested it and really got Y/N thinking. It was bothersome for a few days, Y/N couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the fact they could possibly like their friend, but of course, what Y/N didn’t know was that Eddie had just as big a crush on them — maybe even a little bigger.

Now, everyone else in the group knew it, they constantly teased Eddie when Y/N wasn’t around much to his disapproval. He tried denying it but simply gave up after a few attempts once he had realised the teasing would never stop.

”Just ask them out you twat-waffle.“ Richie would muse with a shit-eating grin on his face as he prodded at Eddie endlessly.

”And have them hate me for all eternity? I think not.“ Eddie would reply every time without fail, which would cause Richie to make the most disgusted look in the world before offering to do it for him.

Eddie had been rather distraught about the entire thing, Richie and Ben had been endlessly trying to edge him towards talking to Y/N about his feelings but Eddie resisted each time without fail.

Meanwhile, Bill and Beverly had been nudging Y/N in the right path of confessing their minor infatuation with Eddie, but Y/N was persistant. They didn’t want to rush into anything before they were certain that Eddie liked them back, they didn’t want to put anyone in an uncomfortable position and have an entire friendship ruined in a matter of seconds. That wasn’t how they planned to spend their time in Derry.

What neither Eddie nor Y/N knew was the elaborate plan created by Ben, Bev, Bill, Mike, Stan, and Richie in an attempt to hook the two up, persay. It was really quite a badly thought out plan, and if it went wrong they decided that blaming Richie was their best bet, much to Richie’s dismay. The plan had been to slip poorly made love notes into each of the pairs lockers to make it seem like they both had an equal liking for each other (which wasn’t exactly false!) and have the two finally get together and cut the ever looming tension that seemed to linger on forever.

Needless to say, their awful plan pulled through somewhat. Beverly had used her neatest hand writing to scribble out a ‘mushy’ love letter addressed from Y/N to Eddie, and Stan had used his second neatest to write out Eddies. Originally Richie wrote out the letter from Eddie, but this was scratched and used as guidelines of what not to write in the love letter.

“You can’t talk about Y/N like that! It’s a love letter not an erotic novel!“ Stan had objected, his eyebrows pulled together in a scolding fashion whilst Bill passed distasteful glances at Richie whilst he read over the original draft.

“Y-you know they’re suh-suh-still my cousin, r-right?“ Bill eventually managed, his lips pulled together in a thin line whilst Richie grinned proudly to himself from across the room.

*

Monday morning came quickly, and surprisingly enough everyone besides Eddie and Y/N arrived to school a half an hour earlier than they usually did. They had to make sure everything was perfect and that they didn’t slip the wrong letter into the wrong locker, really that would have been utterly disastrous. They slipped them both in on the count of three, fortunately Eddie and Y/N’s lockers were close by, four lockers away from each other. This definitely gave the losers’ a better view of everything that went down.

Once Y/N and Eddie arrived about fifteen minutes apart from each other, the losers’ knew what was about to go down. Y/N was the first to open their locker, the blue piece of paper fluttering onto the ground and resting there till they leaned over to pick it up, unfold it, and scan it over for the moment before glancing around in search of Eddie. Speaking of Eddie, he had opened his locker with ease, grabbing his books and ultimately failing to notice the deep purple coloured page for the moment before he picked it up and glanced over it, looking over to find Y/N.

The two held eye contact for a moment, causing Beverly to chew her tongue in anticipation. Eventually Y/N slowly closed their locker and approached Eddie, who stiffened on the spot and looked at the other with utter nervousness in his eyes.

“I got your letter.” Y/N started, gaining a very confused look from Eddie before he glanced at the others who gave him a thumbs up.

”Oh right, yes, my letter–“ He was practically lost for words, terrified that Y/N would hand him back the forged letter and ask him to keep out of range of sight from them for the rest of the year. But, he was pleasantly surprised to find that they simply smiled sweetly and nodded quietly.

“We can go to the park or something after school if you’d like?” Y/N spoke quietly, passing a glance at Beverly who gave them a thumbs up.

Eddie was almost entirely lost for words, terrified that if he spoke he would start to sound like Bill and embarrass himself already. He simply nodded, a smile crossing his face and suddenly he was conscious that he may have been nodding a little too eagerly, but his suspicious were overturned once Y/N smiled and kissed his cheek happily.

“It’s a date.” They stated with ease, turning on their heels and walking off at last, and once they were out of sight there rang a chorus of exhales and dopey smiles from every other loser. Finally, they could all sit in the same room without any unresolved romantic tension.



{I hope this is what you were looking for? I feel like it’s a bit short, I’m sorry! If it doesn’t meet your expectations I solemnly apologise.}

Morning Dew (Ethan)

Summary: You have an adventurous day in with your boyfriend that consists of a lot of sleeping, bed-lounging and eating.
Word Count: 2,095
Warnings: Fluffiness and laziness. Also, lots of cute banter.
A/N: This idea just flitted across my mind and me being me, I just couldn’t resist writing it. This is heavily inspired by the tweets from Chrissy Teigen and John Legend where they spend the whole day in bed. I love them. - THIS IS NOT EDITED.


Everybody knew that Ethan Dolan was a morning person. And not one of those who would get up at the ass crack of dawn and instantly run around like child on adderall. But he didn’t like wasting his days with just stretching under the covers, he actually wanted to make his days count.

Which is why, you barely reacted when you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You didn’t know how early it was, but it was early enough for you to still feel sluggish and tired, like you hadn’t had your full eight hours of sleep.

“Babe,” You heard him murmur into the silent room, the warmth of his breath hitting your exposed skin, making it pebble. “Come on, get up.”

You made an indignant sound from the back of your throat, burying your cheek even deeper into the pillow as you drew your eyebrows together in a displeased scrunch. Ethan touched your shoulder, letting his fingers skim across your skin before they stopped their journey.

“Baby.” He was whining now, and you hated to admit it but his voice sounded extra sexy with how raspy it was from sleep and lack of use.

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Comfort Inn Ending | 2

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, some smut
wordcount: 8.2k

part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

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Lucifer praising you when you insult God

Word count: 552

Lucifer praising you when you insult God

You tiredly walked into the kitchen of the bunker not taking notice of any of the guys sat at on the stools. Walking over to the coffee machine you clicked it on and sighed as you waited for the water to warm up.

“Who’s this beautiful little thing then?” you heard a voice from behind you ask.

Turning around you saw Sam Dean and a new person that you had never seen before looking right at you in your short sleeping shorts and a tank top. You smiled at the new guy and took in how cute he looked from his short blonde hair to his icy blue eyes.

“That’s Y/N,” Sam said, his eyes not leaving the computer screen as he ferociously scrolled away desperately looking for something.

You turned back around and began to pour yourself a drink, once your mug was full you picked it up and made your way over to where the boys were sitting.

“Well Y/N, I’m Lucifer,” he spoke with a smirk on his face clearly expecting you to freak out like everyone else had done in the past.

“Hi Lucifer, what brings you to the bunker?” You asked taking a seat down next to him and sipping on your coffee whilst looking into his blue eyes.

He was clearly in shock as the way you reacted but he quickly masked it up with a smirk at the sudden realisation that you weren’t afraid of him and he admired your bravery or lack of not caring.

“Well, Dad’s gone on the run and we need him to help stop Amara. So even though this bunker is extremely boring and I want anything else in this world right now than to locate my father, I’ve been forced to work with dumb and dumber in order to locate God almighty himself!” Lucifer explained.

“Although, I get a slight feeling that it’s not going to be that boring anymore,” he flirted as you leaned over to look at the research on Sammy’s computer.

“Not this guy. God, he’s so annoying, I will never understand him.” You spoke referring to God.

Lucifer’s head shot up at your disapproval of his father and that smirk made its way back onto his face, every second Lucifer spent listening to you speak he liked you more and more.

Sam and Dean both looked at you in shock and worry as if you could just get killed that second for even thinking negatively about God.

“What?” you asked confused, “There’s no point in being scared about some dude who literally does not care for his own sons, daughters and creations to the point where he just nopes out and runs away from it all the second something goes bad.”

Lucifer couldn’t hold in how ecstatic you were making him feel in that moment, in fact, he doesn’t recall ever feeling as emotional as he did then when he realised that you felt the exact same way as he did about “God”.

“Good girl,” Lucifer praised throwing a wink in your direction and you tried your hardest to not let a smirk creep its way onto your face in front of Sam and Dean before quickly excusing yourself from the room so you could smile like a psychopath about your crush on Lucifer himself.

You-You-Me

klance || truth or dare || 6.5k || nsfw

The paladins introduce Allura to the age-old Earthling game of truth or dare. Keith shares unwelcome knowledge about his sex habits. Hunk may or may not eat a sock. Somehow, sexual tension and relief ensues. Also, there are jokes.

i apologize for the memes, but be aware, it’s about 80% jokes, 20% smut

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So I have noticed a Thing

Admittedly, I have a very small Tumblr footprint.  The most notes I have ever gotten on a post was under 450, and that was very unusual for me.  A typical post gets single-digit likes/reblogs–or none.

Still, even when I have managed to rise to the level of Being Noticed ™, there is one thing I never get:

Hate.

Anon or otherwise.

So I have started paying attention to what is reported by others I follow, some of whom can expect 100 likes/reblogs in an hour.  

The women and girls are more likely to get–or at least to report–hate, both anonymous and in-your-face personal.  Not that the guys never get it, but the data is definitely skewed toward “woman and girls get more hate-mail”.  Which makes me rather unhappy.

I have shown my face on here.  I know it’s ugly.  Heck, I avoid mirrors a lot of the time.

(No, that wasn’t a joke. I really don’t like mirrors.)

Is my ugly face scaring off the haters?

Is it my Y chromosome?

What is it?

Tell me, Anonymous: why exactly are you afraid to come hassle me and other men and boys on here like you do the women and girls?   What’s your deal, here?

Sadly, this isn’t some great surprise or shock to me. I’ve known about this crap since before there was an Internet.  I just figured it was time to demand an accounting.  Why do you do this?    Do you even know?

Ladies, if you get a persistent hater?

Show them this:

Send them the Angry Talvin Look Of Irritated Disapproval, if you think it will help.

Maybe it will scare them off. 

It sure is ugly.

Vampire AU - Jungkook
  • Genre: Smut
  • Pairing: Jungkook/reader

A new student of the Academy in Seoul gets lured by a very sweet and addictive fragrance. His curiosity pushes him to follow this deliciously enticing smell which ends up in a very mysterious meeting.



The first meeting

Originally posted by nnochu


Jeon Jungkook has just stepped into the vast hall of the Academy in Seoul. His eyes scanning the robust building as he sheepishly moves onwards. He set off from his apartment slightly later than he had initially planned, but here he is, still having at least 20 minutes to the start of the very first lecture in his life, a lecture that marks the beginning of a new chapter in his existence - the studies. He had applied for the Academy and somehow got admitted, perhaps out of sheer luck. At least, that’s what he thinks it was. Such strokes of luck have been continuously reappearing for as long as he can remember, one thing that he cannot complain about. He really is lucky. 

He is wandering around the corridors of the old building, looking for a certain classroom.

“Dang it,” the boy curses quietly, “I should’ve checked the timetable more carefully.”

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot recall the number of the room. Randomly, he decides to take the next turn left, which leads to yet another corridor. He can smell a very sweet fragrance that lures him to one of many doors. He follows blindly, being utterly mesmerized by the intoxicating scent. The door is open and he stops by, peeking inside.
  
There you are, leaning over the desk and sorting out some papers. They must be very old, judging from their yellowish hue and tattered edges. Jungkook holds in a breath, lips slightly parted. He forgot what he was about to say.
  
“What’s your business, boy?”
  
If it’s only possible, the pleasant timbre of your voice, despite the strictness of the question, seems to be even sweeter and more alluring than the smell lingering in the room and radiating from your persona. He swallows, spellbound by the perfection of the woman in front of his eyes. He can clearly tell you are older than him, but in all honesty, it’s not because of the wrinkles or any other traces of the flow of unrelenting time. It’s rather because he can sense this aura of dignity and nobility around you. The complexion of your skin is akin to that of porcelain dolls, so fair and shiny. Makes him want to run his hands over the area around your neck and…lower, so enticingly exposed by the snowy-white shirt you’re wearing. 

“Have you gone deaf?” you raise your eyes and Jungkook feels attacked by the intensity of the gaze. 

“How can a human being have such ridiculously beautiful eyes?”, he wants to ask but bites his tongue. 

“Emm, Ma’am… I was thinking… I mean, I think I’m lost and I was thinking if you could help me,” Jungkook utters not really recognizing his own voice now. 

“You should stop, then”, you say in a grave tone. 

“Stop what, Mrs…,” he questions, gathering enough courage to get closer to your desk. 

“You should definitely give up the thinking and ask for help, it doesn’t seem to be one of your best assets anyway, boy,” the mockery stops him dead in his tracks.

 “Excuse me?”, he asks, bewildered.

You take a sharp breath, already running out of your short supply of patience. “Listen here, you’re a pretty face but I sincerely hope you’re at least smart enough to see that I’m a terribly busy person, so…,” Jungkook blinks twice in disbelief upon hearing this questionable compliment. You continue unfazed, in a melancholic manner, shuffling the papers in your delicate hands, “So, come on boy, spit it out already or just get the hell out of my sight.” 

Upon hearing that, Jungkook’s body gets all tense, not liking the way how your sweet voice changes into something more of an unspoken threat. 

“I can clearly see that, Ma’am. I can see you’re very busy,” he stutters a little and goes on, trying not to look away and withhold the weight of your gaze, “I won’t bother you anymore. I’d very much appreciate if you could just show me the way to…,” and then he unexpectedly stops talking. 

“To where? Why did you stop? Did you forget how to use your mouth?” a smirk appears on your face as you keep on observing the obviously flustered boy, standing in front of you. 

“No, it’s just…,” he mumbles. 

“It’s just what?” you nag him, tilting your head to the side.

“Thing is, I can’t recall the number of the room and…,” not being able to contain your amusement, you laugh out loud, giving him a disapproving look. 

“Oh my, oh my. It keeps getting better and better. You’re actually quite entertaining.” 

Jungkook’s face reveals the mix of emotions bottling up inside of him. He clenches his fists, blushing furiously. 

“Is it because of anger or maybe he’s just too shy?” you ponder, starting to enjoy this conversation perhaps a little more than you should. 

“Do you know the name of the lecturer, or maybe the subject, anything for that matter?” you question, giggling softly. 

“History… It’s history,” the boy blurts out bitterly. In spite of the attempt to control your reaction, you fail and end up smiling even wider than before.

“Are you sure of that, boy? Or perhaps you need a moment to think it through and…”, he butts in, not allowing you to tease him any further, “Yeah, I’m damn sure, Ma’am. So damn sure.” His chocolate brown eyes narrowed visibly, a vein popping on his slender neck, disappearing somewhere under the collar of the white shirt. 

“What a handsome brat,” you lick your lip while thinking to yourself. The contrast between that puppy-eyed boy from just a moment ago and the furious young man glaring at you right now is just too striking. 

“Very well, boy. Very well,” you hum quietly. “Let me show you the way then…” 

Jungkook stares absent-mindedly at your hips, which are smoothly rocking from side to side, as you languidly approach him. It seems to him now that the luscious smell is even more distinctive. It magnifies with each and every step that you take. Finally, you halt, stopping quite close to the handsome boy, and yet, he wishes you were even closer. He barely manages to suppress the sudden urge to pull you in and close the remaining distance between you two. 

You gaze at him, smiling maybe a bit too provokingly. 

“Ready for a little trip, boy?”

Once again, you can admire how his perfect face blushes all shades of red, knowing all too well that this time it’s not because of anger or irritation. Jungkook nods bashfully, feeling that he won’t be able to say anything out loud.


Sometime later, Jungkook is finally sitting in the classroom, waiting for the lecture to begin. The mysterious lady he has just met gave him precise directions and made sure that he arrived at the proper place, repeating things twice as if she sensed Jungkook’s inability to focus and listen to her attentively. 

It wasn’t his fault, though. Ok, maybe he isn’t the best one when it comes to approaching and interacting with females, but she was on an entirely different level. Jungkook’s never seen a more beautiful human being. It was… It was almost as if she wasn’t real… Totally out of this world. Yes, this is what it was. This is how he felt in her presence. There was something other-worldly about her, something that he can’t forget. If only he asked about her name or anything that would enable him to find her. Well, most probably she is a worker here, but without any info, it may be quite troublesome to look for her. Jungkook sighs, feeling a bit down. 

Suddenly, the noise in the lecture hall eases off slightly, and all of the students that gathered in the room hurriedly take their seats, preparing for the class. Jungkook raises his head and reluctantly gazes in the direction of the door, expecting to see yet another typical history teacher, a boring and old man with little to no sense of humour. At least, that’s the image stemming from his own school life experience. But, oh dear. The boy almost springs to his feet when a certain mysterious lady enters the room, filling the lecture hall with this delicious smell, so familiar to Jungkook.

You briskly move to the desk and lean against it, facing your today’s audience. Jungkook notices how intently your eyes scan the faces of the first-year students. 

“Is she looking for somebody?” 

Jungkook hears soft whispers coming from the girls behind him. His palms begin to sweat, nervousness creeping over his entire body and then, you are finally done with the search. Or perhaps, a hunt. Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours. As ridiculous as it may seem, Jungkook really feels like a pray, though. Once more, the sweet melody of your voice sends shivers down his spine. 

“Hello there, rookies. My name is Y/N and I’m very sorry to inform you that starting from today, I’ll have to bear with your annoying asses at least till the graduation ceremony,” a sly smirk forms on your lips as you keep on gazing at Jungkook, “I sincerely hope it’s going to be a fruitful time, despite all the adversities of the academic year and the incurable idiocy of some of you… Let’s hope for the best, though.” 

The students are visibly taken aback by the bizarre treatment they’ve just received from their new charismatic teacher. Still, it seems none of them took offence and the lecture begins to take its usual course, only though it has a different ring to it because all of the students appear to be utterly fascinated by this strangely irresistible lady. Till the very end of the lecture, Jungkook can’t shake off the feeling of uneasiness lurking somewhere at the back of his head. His intuition tells him that this memorable meeting will be the beginning of a completely new phase, the beginning of something that will change his life for good.


The restaurant

Originally posted by nochuie


Old habits never die, and through the course of your long life, you’ve acquired quite a few of them. One of which was that hot mug of black coffee sipped somewhere at the back of your best friend’s restaurant. You always choose this one particular table and always, without any exceptions, order the same type of coffee. No milk nor sugar, bitter black coffee brewed only by one particular waiter, because apparently, nobody else is able to do it the way he does. Just one of your many quirks. Are you to blame, though? The everlasting, solitary life of a vampire must have taken its toll on you in one way or another. If not for your human friend, you’d have probably gone mad a long, long time ago. 

Being a born vampire from a noble family, you’re as if to say under constant scrutiny. Your not so loving family members keep their watchful eyes on you, hoping for some fresh and disgraceful news that would grant them the possibility to butt in and spread some gossip and calumny about you. No, your noble and dignified vampire relatives are not so virtuous as they aspire to be, and certainly not even half as trustworthy as they claim they are. For that, and many other reasons, for as long as you remember you’ve been rather detached from that fake community of vampire snobs. It’s maybe not as much about your family only, rather the entire race in general. You can’t help to feel appalled by their actions. They are like parasites. Of course, you’re vampires and it’s only natural you have to drink blood to live, but it seems the majority of your fellow bloodsuckers have somehow become all too greedy. The excessive desire to drink and taunt the mortals is something that you do not approve of. Be it boredom, gluttony or just the fascination with weaker and defenceless humans, it has just all gone out of control. Your kin are nothing less than a clique of hideous, full of shit and insatiable brutes desperate for any type of entertainment that would ease their boredom and somehow tend to their worn-out by time souls. 

If that wasn’t enough because you’re a member of this aristocratic and honourable (as they fancy calling themselves) vampire clan, there are some duties that have been imposed on you, and sadly, you can’t wriggle out of them in spite of numerous attempts. Although by day you are a distinguished and well-respected professor of history at the University of Seoul, night-time brings forth less admirable activities. With a heavy heart, you had to agree to become an owner of a nightclub, in the centre of the city. It’s a place where people and vampires mingle, something like a melting pot for these two races. More importantly, this club is a principal spot for business transactions or meetings between the members of different clans and many other questionable people, needing to tend to their affairs on a relatively safe ground. In other words, the management of this place has been a huge pain in the ass since the day your relatives decided to entrust it to you. That’s why that hot mug of coffee is a very much needed treat, helping you to relax a little just before the usual night-time madness.

You swiftly open the door of the restaurant and are welcomed by one of the waiters, who immediately leads you to your usual table. Sitting down, you quickly scan through the restaurant looking for your friend, but it seems that either she is not here, or she is taking care of things in the kitchen because you can’t really see her anywhere. You get all comfortable at the table, opening one of the old books found somewhere in the depths of the university library. Feeling totally at ease, you start examining the front cover of your little treasure. You’re about to open it and start reading when something or somebody casts a shadow on the book. You sigh, a little pissed. 

“How many times have I told you not to stand in the light when I’m reading, hmm?” you ask, not raising your eyes from the book and mentally cursing the idiocy of your regular waiter. 

“Well, at least he can prepare some decent coffee,” you think to yourself when the person finally moves aside, no longer obstructing the rays of the dawning sun coming through the huge windows. 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but out of the things you’ve told me not to do, there’s been nothing about the light, so far.

A strangely familiar and beautiful voice forces you to look up. However, something is off because it’s certainly nothing like the voice of the guy that normally takes your orders. It’s Jungkook. It’s that impossibly cute boy from the university. Your student too. He starts counting on his fingers. 

“You’ve told me not to bother you after class, also not to ask stupid questions… And… Oh, yes! There was something about not staring at you, but I think I can’t really promise not to, so…”. 

“What are you doing here?” you interrupt him, not being able to conceal your confusion. 

“I’m working, Ma’am,” he says, smiling softly. 

Oh, wow. I wouldn’t have guessed. Thank you,” a little mockery helps you to regain your composure. 

“I’m in need of some cash. I’m a poor student, after all, you know,” he answers truthfully. 

“So, you decided that becoming a waiter is a good idea?” Your eyes scanning his body now. That apron wrapped around his hips certainly draws too much attention. 

“Dunno, but it seems the uniform fits quite well. What do you think?” 

Oh, god yes. It does fit well. You just wish the apron didn’t cover that much of his muscular thighs

“Ahh, you could even walk naked around here, If you want to know that badly what I think. What matters is my coffee and I have a feeling you will screw it all up.” 

He grimaces offended and takes a sharp breath of air, probably to voice his disagreement, but you cut in again. 

“And, no, I’m not finished yet. I’ve had the same waiter for over like 3 years, brewing exactly the same coffee for me almost every single day because none other was skilled enough to do it properly, and now… Tell me, boy, do you think you have what it takes to prepare that damned coffee? Do you?” 

There was a short silence following your intimidating rant, making you feel so damn proud of yourself. But then, the boy standing in front of you just smiled.

 “Ma’am, I’m not scared of you anymore,” he beams sweetly, “You’re not that terrifying, after all.” 

Your brows furrow angrily. “What does he mean anymore?” you ponder internally, hating to admit that somehow during these past few months his attitude towards you has changed dramatically. You don’t exactly know, though, what has caused such a sudden shift in behaviour. 

“No?” you ask, a bit too weakly. 

“No. Not at all,” Jungkook responds without any hesitation. 

“Oh, is that so? Call your boss. I have to talk to my friend,” you spit out hastily, much to Jungkook’s amusement. 

“So, my boss is your friend?” his eyes widen a little. 

“None of your business, just go and bring her here! I’m not going to waste any more time talking to you. I’m short of it, anyway…,” fingers nervously running through the long strands of your shiny hair. 

The boy doesn’t move an inch, though. He’s standing there, staring at you with this annoyingly cute smile. 

“Oh, goddammit. You’re so fucking disrespectful! I’m your teacher, you brat!” you almost slam your fist on the table, but fortunately, somehow you manage to keep it all at bay. 

“Exactly, that’s the point. Teachers should neither swear nor behave like that in the presence of their students, Ma’am. I hoped you would know better than that…,” he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, getting more and more cheeky

“Wh-who do you think you’re talking to you li-…,” you hiss out, standing up from your chair but you’re interrupted. That oh so accurate epithet you were planning to use will have to wait till the next occasion. 

Hello, darling!” your beautiful friends storms out of the kitchen, causing a little bit of disruption, and perhaps, uneasiness among now visibly tensed waiters. That rude brat seems unfazed, though.

“No, no ‘hello darling’,” you say, maliciously pointing your finger in her direction, “You better tell me, what the fuck is this nonsense all about?” 

She rolls her eyes, fixing the chef uniform that she’s currently wearing, “What nonsense are we talking about, exactly?” She is as professional and as calm as ever. If not for the fact that you’re best friends, you’d probably feel a little uneasy.

 “This nonsense,” you exclaim, now shifting your finger to point at Jungkook.

 “Oh… That cutie? Wha-What about him?” she asks, genuinely interested.

 “Cutie?!” you repeat the nickname in disbelief. 

“He’s not cute, he’s fucking rude and sassy. Like, why the hell did you even hire my own student? Where the fuck is my usual waiter, anyway…,” you take a breath of air in order to continue, “What is going on here, are you plotting with him?” 

She starts giggling a little, “Wait a minute… Are you telling me he’s your student? Oh my, it’s actually quite amusing”. 

“What’s so amusing about that? I demand explanations. Tell me, since when exactly did you start to hire kids with no experience and knowledge about being a waiter in this, let me state it out loud, high-end, fancy restaurant of yours?”

“There are certain reasons… It’s not always about experience. You’re an intelligent person, you should know it well,” she says casually. “By reasons you mean a pretty face and a…,” you stop suddenly feeling that your throat got so dry it’s difficult to finish the sentence. 

“Would you like some water, Ma’am?” Jungkook asks politely. A little smirk on his face laying bare the truth behind this fake act. 

“This is fucking unbelievable!” blood boiling in your veins as you shot your friend a deadly glare. 

“You mean it’s my fault? Oh, no, no no, my darling. I’ll tell you what happened to your beloved waiter. He fucking filed a resignation! He quitted the job, not being able to handle your picky ass. What was I supposed to do? This kid was the only one eager to take up the challenge. How about that? Huh?” 

“He did, he did what?” a sudden realisation got you off the hook but it was soon replaced with anger. 

“That ungrateful bastard! I even gave him decent tips!” you cry out loud stomping your feet. “Why is everyone at me today, what did I do to deserve that…,” you groan. 

“Oh, my… Don’t be such a drama queen. I got you a new, even cuter waiter. What seems to be the problem, darling?” She pulls you in for a hug. 

“Don’t you like him? Common, just look at him,” she encourages. 

“Common, look at me,” Jungkook echoes, bowing slightly to adjust to your height. Slender hands resting on his knees as he does so. 

“I don’t want to,” you mumble quietly. 

Jungkook turns to your friend, “She is a stubborn one, isn’t she?” He asks a bit perplexed, “And all that because of coffee?” 

She rubs your back reassuringly, “No, she’s-she’s just stressed out because of that night shifts at the club and all… Normally she isn’t all that grumpy, you know.” 

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he heard right.

“What club? What night shifts?” he asks, hitting the high note. “Ahh, she is the owner of a clu-,” you butt in immediately, wriggling out of her embrace and looking up at Jungkook and your friend. 

“Damn, girl!” you practically hiss at her. 

“Do you own a nightclub? Oh shit, Noona!” Jungkook is visibly shocked and so excited. Also, the way he has just addressed you makes you feel some weird things, down there, in your tummy. 

“Where, where is it? What’s the name?” he keeps on asking the same questions, bringing you back to your senses. 

“Oh, cut it, will you? You’re not getting any more info! Now, shut up and go make that coffee already,” you order and look away, being too afraid to face him right now… Your friend spilled the beans, but none of you knows yet that this seemingly innocent slip-up will turn out to have tremendous consequences for later.


The boy gets bitten

Originally posted by jjeonguk


“This entire place reeks of hypocrisy,” you growl. 

Heels clicking on the wooden floor as you hastily retreat from that dark pit of your nightclub. As soon as you push the large door and the cold strokes of night air tickle the skin of your heated cheeks, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. This night really was busy. Fortunately, it’s all over.
  

Suddenly, your muscles tense and you get uncomfortable for some reason. There is this familiar scent of fresh and absurdly sweet blood hanging in the air and making all the bloodsuckers go nuts. Instinctively, your legs guide you in the direction of that intoxicating smell, making your senses sky-rocket in response. It lures you to the lane at the back of the club and then you halt abruptly.
  
The world starts spinning around you.

“Jungkookie?” you question silently.

The boy is pinned to the wall, with some repulsive leech sinking his teeth into that delicate and pink flesh. His face contorting with pain and horror.
You get that sickening sensation at the very bottom of your stomach. Jungkook opens his eyes and you could swear that he almost smiles when he notices you standing there and witnessing this impudence.
  
You leap forward, grabbing the neck of the attacker and pulling him back. Jungkook’s blood starts streaming down his torso as the boy sinks to his knees like a lifeless puppet.

“You fucking pests never learn not to touch what’s not yours,” with such words of farewell you twist the vampire’s neck. The creature squeaks like a pig for one last time before turning to ash and forever disappearing from this world.

You kneel down, stretching your arms to embrace the poor boy. You cup his chin and lift it up a little, wanting to look into his eyes. You would expect him to be terrified and appalled by you and your kin. You would expect him to hate you.

“Noona?” a faint smile appears on his face.

“I fucking told you not to come here.”

“As if I ever listened,” he starts shaking in your arms, “Why am I so cold, Noona?”

“Cause you’re dying, idiot.”

Your lower lip starts twitching dangerously.

“That’s too bad…,” he grimaces.

“I really thought we were going to hit it of-”
  
“Stop wasting energy on stupid shit,” you reprimand him, “I-I can help you.”

“How?” he mewls.

Your pulse starts to run wild as you shift your eyes looking straight at the bite mark.

“I’ll have to bite you and turn you into a vampire,” you inhale sharply, “The guy sucked so much blood you really are in a miserable state.”

The disturbing silence forms a lump in your throat.

“So basically either you let me do that or you die here, in this reeking of alcohol back street.”

You hold your breath, preparing to hear his decision.

“Shiiit, do you even need to ask?”
  
He smirks as if he wasn’t about to pass away in your arms. You stare at this perfect smile. Exactly the one that used to annoy you so much, only now you’d do anything to make it last forever. His eyes flutter and the boy loses consciousness. Your grip on his arms tightens as you hurriedly sink your teeth into his neck.


The unquenchable thirst

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


The clock has just struck 8 o’clock. 

“Heck, morning classes,” you swear under your breath as you rush down the vast corridor of the University of Seoul. At last, your hand squeezes the door handle and you open the old and squeaky door in one sharp tug, somehow completely forgetting to conceal your inhuman powers. Happens all too often.

The previously annoyingly loud students hastily return to their seats in complete silence. You can only hear some faint and hurriedly murmured words as you put down your leather briefcase on the desk placed in the middle of the lecture hall. You turn to face the class and your body goes all stiff. With your arms crossed over your chest, so as to cover up the sudden nervousness that has just attacked your entire being, you greet the students and proceed with the lecture.

“Stop staring, stop staring, you insolent brat,” there is this disturbing presence in the room which has been the cause of the excessive heat in certain areas of your body. You don’t even have to look in his direction, Jeon Jungkook is here, as rude as always.

Ever since you turned him into a vampire he has been a frequent visitor at your house. Duh, be it only your house. He’s been coming for your blood, not wanting to feed off other people. “I don’t want their blood, I only crave yours,” the dubious reasoning behind Jungkook’s insatiable thirst is now resonating in your head. You’d never expect that this newly-turned bloodsucker will be the cause of such a turmoil in your rather uneventful life of a solitary vampire. Fair enough, he’s been pestering you to feed him, which is something you would be able to deal with somehow. Temper the boy, establish some rules, like do’s and don’ts of him getting his portion of the red liquid coming from your veins. Thing is that with time, as he’s been feeding off you more and more frequently, he’s also been gaining an unusual strength. Your rules, any control you had over the boy, and even your own self-control have begun to crumble at a devastating pace. His thirst, the desire to drink your blood, much to your dismay, has unexpectedly evolved into something much more troublesome for both of you. He is not only feeding off you, the very act of sinking his teeth into your skin seems to get him off so fucking much he simply cannot hide it and keep it in. 

Your cheeks have gotten so red now you’re appalled by how much all of this affects you. You lost. You simply gave in and one night you let him have sex with you. One big mistake which has laid the foundation for the current issues with Jungkook’s unquenchable thirst.

You are pacing around the lecture hall, feeling as his eyes follow your every movement. You let out a weary sigh, reaching for the exercise book and quickly scanning the pages. You want something to distract this annoying brat.

“Open the books, page 120. You have the remaining of the lesson to answer questions 6 and 7. Don’t slack off. I’ll grade it.” 

Upon saying that you let yourself gaze at Jungkook, smirking triumphantly at the over-confident bastard. A dissatisfied wave of groans echoes in the lecture hall, as if taking up the challenge, the boy smirks back. 

“Eat crap, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper to yourself, but apparently the message is delivered as it occurs to you that the boy`s eyes are intently watching your lips and their movement. He raises his eyebrow as he languidly opens the exercise book. Finally, he bends down over the notebook, smiling playfully. The room is silent again and you close your eyes for a brief moment to let that sink in, relaxing as much as you can. However, this little paradise doesn’t last long as the sudden grunting noises force your eyes open. It’s Jungkook. His arm is raised, seemingly innocent chocolate eyes staring at you again. Only you know the real side of this sickeningly sweet gaze. It’s a devil in disguise.

“Ekhem,” he grunts even louder.

“What now, Mr. Jeon?”

He is visibly pleased with your vexed tone of voice.

“Could you please help me with one thing here, Professor? I seem to run into trouble.”

“Why does that not surprise me, Mr Jeon? It appears to be your speciality.” You reluctantly stroll to his desk and look at his notebook over his shoulder. 

The proximity between you two makes your stomach clench up in knots. The page is empty, though, unnerved you shot him a reprimanding glare. He only smiles, picking up the pen. He begins writing. Slowly, surprisingly neatly written letters start appearing on the white page. Your gaze falls upon his perfect fingers and slender arms. It brings back the memories from the other night, the night during which these hands were freely and lustfully roaming down your naked body. You swallow hard.

“I’m itching to hear you whimper as I dig my fangs into you again and again.”

Your heart rate quickens and palms begin to sweat nervously. The boy has even the audacity to look up and provocatively runs his tongue over his sinful lips while obnoxiously staring at you. You’re also painfully aware of the little whispers behind your back, the rest of the class has gotten all too interested in you and this… 

“Fucking imbecile,” you hiss, wanting to break his neck like you did with the guy at the back of your club. Jungkook beams even wider. The regret of having so openly lost your cool in front of the other people, hell, during a fucking lecture to be more precise, is just unbearable. Suddenly, the door swings open, squeaking as loud as ever, and a middle-aged guy peeks inside.

“Mrs Y/N, you’ve been summoned by the principal. Pressing matters, if you please, just come with m-mee,” the guy stutters, being obviously afraid to interrupt you at work. You’re not exactly known as the most friendly lecturer here. Normally, you’d send him a deadly glare but now you couldn’t be more happy to see him.

“You heard him right, the lecture is over. Don’t forget to bring the assignment to our next meeting,” with these last words you exit the room, not even bothering to look at Jungkook.


Knock-knock-knock.

“Yes?”

You lazily stretch your sore legs underneath the desk, eyes finally leaving the stacked up pile of documents on your desk so as to glance at the door of your office. The principal gave you like a whole bunch of old manuscripts to examine but you didn’t complain at all. The rustling of old papers has been one of the very few sources of joy in your life. Up until recently, that is. The door clicks, only then you start having this funny feeling in your stomach again. The room is now gradually filling with the sweet and so well-known to you scent. Your brows furrow.

“Have you run into trouble again?” you ask sarcastically, fingers tapping restlessly on the surface of your mahogany desk. His face finally appears in sight.

“You have no idea, Professor Y/N. It’s never been this urgent.” 

He gently closes the door, and with a rather too cocky smile, he turns the key in the lock. Being ridiculously content with himself, he tosses the key in the air as he approaches your desk. It lands in his hand and then he quickly puts it into his trousers’ pocket.

Your mood suddenly drops.

“No blood sucking at the University.” If looks could kill, Jeon Jungkook would most surely be dead by now.

“I know,” the response was too nonchalant for your own liking.

“So what the fuck are you even doing here?!” Rising to your feet, you slam your fists on the desk. The room falls silent. The boy inhales sharply while ogling your body. His eyes glitter and they become narrower as he wordlessly takes advantage of your anger. His stare makes you sit down again, squeezing your thighs in agony. You can’t lose this time.

“I’m not going to wait till the evening,” he announces.

You snort with laughter trying to keep your appearances, but the malicious threat behind his words is giving you cold chills.

“And tell me boy, who says you have the right to decide about anything here?”

This time it was his turn to chuckle.

“Ai, Noona, Noona…,” the amused whisper sounds so sexy

The air around you suddenly feels too heavy and your chest goes up and down in an uneven manner. Hesitantly, you turn your eyes to look at Jungkook. He’s just walked past the desk. You don’t want to look at him anymore, you don’t want to be in the same room with him. You feel so weak and helpless your eyes shut tightly despite your will. The chair rocks slightly as he grabs its handles. You can feel he sinks to his knees pulling the chair even closer. Alarmed, you open your eyes, face reddening as the boy is so close that his breath tickles your cheek. At this point, you’re really struggling to remain a sitting position. If you moved just a little you’d land straight into the boy’s arms with your head tightly pressed to his chest. Involuntarily, you notice that his arm muscles got all tense, the grip on the handles might be a bit too hard. You’re trapped like a birdy in a cage.

“Fuck, just drink the blood and get out,” you snapped extending your hand for him.

He didn’t budge an inch, apparently not being interested in your deliciously exposed wrist. He just keeps staring at your face. You blush even harder, withdrawing your hand.

“What is your problem, brat?” You question fidgeting impatiently in your seat.  

He shakes his head, “I didn’t come for this.” He lets go of the handle and gently runs his fingers over your shaky hand. Your breath hitches at this sudden display of affection. It feels pleasant.

“You know, Baby Girl…,” he trails off allowing himself to gather his thoughts. He gently cups your small hand. It looks so fragile and delicate when he holds it like that.

“Last time,” he continues, “last time you gave me something much more…,” his chocolate eyes lock with yours and you’re basically not breathing at this point.

“You know I’ve realised that I crave you more than your blood.”

You can hear your own heartbeat and you’re sure he can hear it too. He swallows and his Adam’s apple moves against the creased collar of the university uniform shirt. As if it was your last attempt at regaining any control over this situation, you try to mock him again, forcing a half-assed smirk on your blushing face. 

“What is it, boy? Can’t keep it in after I played with you a little last time?”

He doesn’t seem to be bothered by your cheeky remark. His clouded with lust eyes are still stubbornly gazing at you, making you feel totally vulnerable and weak.

“If it’s just me, Noona…,” Jungkook begins but his beautiful voice cracks a little forcing him to clear his throat before finishing his sentence. 

“If it’s just me Y/N, then why do I sense the scent of your soaking-wet panties?”

An awkward squeak of disbelief or maybe even surprise mixed with desire lays bare how much of an effect this boy has on you. The feelings of embarrassment, of fear and unquenchable lust, all combined, make you jump to your feet forcefully pushing Jungkook away. You want to escape, aiming for the door of your office while struggling to make use of your wobbly legs. 

This pathetic pursuit to free yourself from the source of your problems soon turns out to be futile as Jungkook effortlessly grabs your hand and spins you around to push you down on your own mahogany desk with your ass wriggling against his crotch. He mewls and lets out some incoherent noises. Blood rushing to his cock as you do your best to slip away from his grasp continuously rubbing his manhood with your buttocks. The more you fumble in his arms the more violent he gets to make you stay still. 

“Fuck, Noona, would you please stop squirming like thi-” he squeals like a girl when your ass bounces off his dick during this heated tussle. 

You can tell it must have felt really good. Jungkook looses his grip for a moment burying his head into the crook of your neck breathing laboriously. His lady-like squeaks make your pussy go crazy with need as it throbs each and every time the boy makes these delicious and lewd sounds. His limp state doesn’t last long, being totally lost in his own urge to get more of that friction against his fully-erected member, Jungkook abruptly shoves his hand under your skirt. He lifts it up almost tearing the fabric which makes you fuming mad.

“You little shit, haven’t you heard of a thing called a “zipper?!”

You don’t know how but, taking to your advantage the fact that the boy was temporarily defenceless having almost come into his pants, you manage to turn around to face him. His totally fucked-out expression cause you to mindlessly open your mouth completely forgetting what you were about to say. The memories of him crying out your name while you were sucking him off the last time don’t help one bit.

“Noona, let me fuck you, please!”

His desperate plea sends waves of heat down your belly and if you could you’d sink down on his cock this very moment without any regrets. You start chuckling when you feel his trembling hands hastily trying to fight with the zipper of your high-waisted pencil skirt. 

“Oh, what an obedient boy,” the whisper makes Jungkook flinch as the cold shiver runs down his spine. He groans in response, like a small puppy which wiggles its tail after being praised by its owner.

“I’m done, Y/N,” he squeaks enthusiastically, once again addressing you without any proper honorific. 

He yanks the skirt off together with your drenched underwear. He basically stares at your pussy and wet from your juices thighs while trying to undo the buttons of your shirt. He is so impatient he’d most probably tear it off you, but he doesn’t want to risk angering you again. While fighting with the buttons he starts humping your leg, not being able to wait any longer. 

You look at him, totally mesmerised by the show he is giving you right now. His uniform looks painfully tight in the crotch area, the pre-cum leaking out of his needy dick has already left some stains on the trousers. He keeps on humping, pushing himself down on your leg which is accompanied by the moans and whispers of obscene words muttered under his breath.

If it wasn’t for your own throbbing clit, you’d gladly continue enjoying the view even longer. Seeing him behave like a bitch in heat is, without a shade of doubt, the most arousing thing you’ve ever experienced in your long life. 

Feeling equally thirsty for his dick as he is for your body, you reach out for his trousers and unbuckle the belt. Skilfully, your fingers get rid of the school uniform and his boxers, finally freeing the boy’s erection. He instantly presses himself again, right against your thigh, milking you with his pre-cum. He hums in approval, being just as vocal as he was the last time when you took care of his needy dick. Despite his desperate attempts, he has only managed to undo one of the buttons. He rests his forehead against yours. Begging eyes and soft moans, trembling fingers still fighting with the shirt, the boy really is a mess and you have no intention of making you both suffer, even a second longer.

“Baby girl, please I…,”

“Shhh…” you coo, “Let me take care of this.”

Quickly, you undo the buttons, both of your and his shirt. He doesn’t even wait for you to finish and strips naked the moment he feels it’s loose enough to take it off.

“I need you so much, Baby Girl,” he whimpers while putting his hands on your ass and lifting you up to seat you on the desk.

“Fuck no, Kookie, not here, not the desk,” you start panicking, thinking about the squeaky sounds it could make while he pounds into you. 

“You’re gonna break it,” the warning sounds rather plausible, considering how strong he has become thanks to feeding off your blood. 

You can see that it takes every ounce of his willpower to listen to you, yet another time. He was just about to pound right into your tight core but he takes a deep breath and makes you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. 

With inhuman speed, he carries you to the old couch. He lays you down carefully, immediately spreading your legs and positioning himself right in front of your pussy. He pumps his dick two or three times and you can’t help but swoon over his fully erected member. He moans way too loudly for the present setting but you’re much more worried about the length of his cock to care about being found out by some eavesdroppers. 

“How did you even fit in therr- aah, Kookie!” this time it was your turn to scream. Jungkook buried himself, filling you up to the very brim. 

“Why so tight, Noona?” he whines, collapsing on top of you. 

He props himself on his elbow, shutting his eyes. He is out of breath and his chest moves up and down unsteadily. 

“Please, don’t clench like this or I’m gonn- mhmmm,” you interrupt his begging cry with a lustful kiss on his red and plump lips while caressing his back with your hands. It’s all new to him and you know you’re his first woman ever. His tense body seems to loosen up a bit under the soft strokes of your loving hands as well as thanks to your hungry kisses. You let out a small groan of disapproval when Jungkook breaks the kiss to catch some air. His cheeks are red and he is panting heavily. 

“I’m going to move now,” he informs as if to prepare himself rather than you.

“Come and fuck your Noona, just as you promised, Baby boy,” you dig your nails into his ass cheeks and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

He rocks his hips, pushing himself in and out. First thrusts are a bit shallow, but soon enough he gains speed, making your head go dizzy. Finally, he rubs over the sweet spot, there in your pussy. Your head falls back as if on cue, the boy brings his shaky fingers to your delicate clit and begins to experimentally rub it with his thumb while pounding inside you. 

His dick slides in and out of your pussy making sloppy sounds. He growls, at the wet and lovely sounds both of you make. The fascination in his eyes urges you to start touching your breasts. You want him to lose all control and go absolutely wild with you. 

Your fingers start rubbing the perky nipples. Jungkook immediately shifts his gaze to your bouncing boobs and he clenches his jaw trying to suppress the needy moan that threatens to escape his lips. 

Unexpectedly, he leans in and kitten-licks your exposed neck. 

Small goose-bumps form all over your flesh and there is a huge lump in your throat as he gently brushes his fangs over the skin of your earlobe. 

His thumb continues rubbing your clit in small circles while he keeps on attacking your entrance with his throbbing dick. You can’t control your moans anymore and it seems both of you are nearing the climax. 

You’re almost there, you can feel your body breaking apart, but there is still something that you unconsciously yearn for. 

Forcefully, you grab Jungkook’s head and push it to your neck, moaning his name in heat. 

He stiffens for a moment, dumbstruck by your behaviour, but soon enough he regains his composure and licks your neck with his hot tongue, preparing his little sweet treat to get bitten. Your body trembles in anticipation when he slowly opens his mouth and sinks the fangs into your neck. Blood rushes through your veins as he sucks it, swallowing with gulping sounds. 

His thrusts have become erratic, but the moment he bites you, your walls start clenching uncontrollably, pushing you over the edge. Your pussy is creaming out for Jungkook who also starts cumming not being able to withhold any longer.

You feel so stuffed with his huge dick and you know your pussy is dripping wet. His balls continue making clasping sounds while he rides out his orgasm in your pussy. 

Jungkook accidentally grazes your neck with his fangs while the feeling of ecstasy takes control over his mind and body, causing several small cuts. Blood starts dripping down your neck and back, ruining the couch. Your body is so fired-up you don’t even feel the pain when he accidentally hurts you, quite to the contrary, his fangs bring you to your final release. 

When both of you are finished, Jungkook puts his head on your boobs, breathing heavily. Drops of sweat drip down his forehead as he lays on you and tries to calm himself down. His heart beats so fast, you reach for his damped bangs and take them away from his forehead. You’ve never felt so good with a man. Truth is, you’ve never ever craved anybody like Jungkook. The sudden realisation causes your heart to skip a bit. The boy immediately lifts his head and gazes at you curiously. His brows furrow at your scared expression.

“Noona, does it hurt?” he glances at your neck, voice filled with worry and the feeling of guilt creeps over his entire being.

At first, you don’t respond, not really knowing what he means while still being caught up in your own thoughts.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” the boy gets almost teary-eyed, running his finger over the skin on your neck and the freshly made cuts.

Your belly clenches and it’s suddenly too difficult to say anything seeing him so sick-worried over such a nuisance.

“It didn’t hurt, you idiot,” you mutter, too afraid to say anything else. You don’t want to start crying right in front of him.

“Noona?” the boy asks, not letting you get away without any explanation.

“Oh, shut up, will you?” You kiss him deeply, trying to hide how emotional you got because of him. The kiss is long and passionate. He kisses you as if he was afraid he might lose you at any moment. Suddenly, you decide to bite his lower lip.

“Oi! It hurt!” the boy exclaims.

“You’re still gonna pay for the ruined couch and my skirt, you brat.”

He cheers up, hearing you scold him again. The room is filled with the beautiful sound of his boyish laughter.

Make me, Noona. Make me.”

He cups your face, putting your foreheads together while smiling sheepishly at you.

overworked | yoongi

Originally posted by parkejimins

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst/fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: It was like he forgot you existed, he forgot who you were and what you were to him. He had built up his walls once again, and this time you couldn’t break them down. 

Reader’s POV

“Oh..I see.” you said softly, trailing off as Taehyung sighed on the other end.

“I’m sorry noona, I know it’s been forever since you’ve seen him…has he not visited home?” he asked.

You let out a humorless chuckle, as you replied,“ I’d be surprised if he even remembered where I lived.”

“Oh noona, I’m sure it’s not like that! It’s just with the comeback coming soon, he’s just been stressed out a lot lately you know?” Taehyung reasoned.

“I guess so Taehyung-ah…It’s okay, I understand…Just let him know I called at least, okay?” you asked him.

“I will noona…I’ll also knock some sense into him, okay?!” he said, causing you to laugh a little at the boy.

“Thanks Taehyung-ah…” you trailed off as you said your goodbyes and ended the call, slumping against your couch that’s been empty of Yoongi and his cuddles for almost 3 weeks now.

That’s right, for almost a month it was as if Yoongi, your boyfriend, had fallen of the face of the planet. You’d call him and he’d rarely pick up while his texts were always short and ended with ’Im busy, text you laters’“.

You were tired of it honestly, missing him and his warm embraces, his gummy smiles which were always directed at you and the way he would murmur the sweetest of words into your ear as you drifted asleep in his arms every night.

But for the last month, it was anything but that and you felt yourself breaking apart slowly.

It scared you how dependent you were of him, how much you relied on him and how much you needed him.

And the fact that it didn’t seem like he felt the same scared you even more.

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BTS Run 27 - The Jin Harem

Here we have a Jin disapproving of a Tae dirtying a JK’s face with actual dirt 

‘You can make fun of him but please do not dirty his face’

How protective…

Ultimately the outcome…

Poor JK XD

Jk…You look comfy…

The natural stance of JK: Seagull pose (with a wing on Jin’s Broad Pacific Ocean shoulders 

Notice how Jin only looks at Namjoon while everyone is talking?

Also Namjoon only looks at Jin while he talks

(there’s going to be a whole lot of that this ep) 

*in bliss*

I just felt like sharing this

JK… what even (let’s be real, my mood 24/7)

Also, Hobi directs the question to only Jin 

(who proceeds to give a wrong and ridiculous answer)

Again with the shoulders… JK keep your hands to yourself a little 

(not that I’m complaining because we get quality jinkook)

I see you~

Didn’t you guys just complain that it’s too hot?

Yet here 2Seok are~

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Arm-to-arm

(whiskers kookie peek-a-boo)

Here we have a JK, looking happy after he is given attention by a Jin

And beside them we have a Namjoon looking in affection

Namjoon finding it cute and amusing how Jin keeps changing his mind~

Once again, nosey Jin looking at Jimin’s and Namjoon’s paper even before opening his

He really likes to know which team the others are on…

Here he is peeking at Jk’s paper… or is he?

Because it seems to me like JK is purposefully positioning his paper so Jin can see it too

Hobi is curious too~

The happy look namjoon has after realising who his teammates were

(feat.JK being crushed by the 2 tols of bangtan)

hmm but I wonder why Jin looks so distracted…

He was staring at Taegi’s papers…

Guess there’s no visual team or SIN team this time~

(my delulu mind thinks he registered the hawaiian couple’s slips and was a wee bit jealous)

OMO

JK looks so happy!

(Real JK, shirt JK looks like the cute gloomy bear~)

Namjoon looks happy too~

(I see you dimple~)

Yoongi low-key tapping Jin’s arms with his hand

Don’t think I wouldn’t catch that Yoongles  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Proof that Yoongi did actually touch Jin and Jin looking at him curiously 

Envious Yoongi looking on as namjinkook decides who gets to name their team

Their reactions to Jin once again naming the team after himself

YOU GO JIN! PERFECT NAME! TEAM KIM SEOK JIN!

Tae: hehe he’s doing it again

Yoongi: Mannn I wouldn’t mind being in team Kim Seok Jin

Jin: I AM A GENIUS *windshield wiper laugh*

JK: ahhh Jin hyung is hilarious

Namjoon: AHHHH Why he gotta be like that?! (I imagine that to be ‘cute’) (notice how he’s actually smiling~ sneaky smile can’t escape my eyes~)

Hobi: Laughing brighter than the sun shining at them from Jin’s antics

Jimin: Laughs so hard, he becomes a beand and disppears off-screen

Namjoon giving in to Jin’s naming and even gets JK to agree with it

If only JK’s veiny arms didn’t cover up his happy face!

You can still see his bright smile though

Here we have Team KimSeokJin2.0 looking happy af

(once again Jin managed to get his team to do the power rangers pose XD)

Namjoon reaching out for Jin in embarrassment after shouting differently from the team 

He shouted ahjae (Jin’s nickname) while jinkook shouted AhJa (similar to ‘fighting’)

Jin also reaches out for Namjoon as he laughs

(my namjin heart is shaking)

Meanwhile JK taps his hyung on his arm to get a little attention back on himself

This week on run! Namkook vying for Jin’s attention~

Yoongi sneakily coming in physical contact with Jin again… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Too bad Jin was distracted by a bug that flew near his ear

Namjin sitting just a little closer than the rest~

Yoonjin and their little touching feet~

AGAIN. There’s plenty of space but Namjin are just casually sitting so lose their legs touch

I squealed so hard here 

Namjoon! I bet inner!namjoon made the same expression as Koya as he touched Jin’s knee

Jin turning to his team in surprise and joy!

Namjoon reaching out for Jin (who is just beside him so really there is no need to)

Jin also reaches out to namjoon in happiness 

meanwhile JK looks in awe at his beloved hyung

If Koya wasn’t there, where would Jin’s hands be?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I know Jin is reaching for the card but since the card is barely visible, let me pretend he is reaching out for JK

Also: The mistreatment of RJ and Koya by Namjin 

Namjoon turns to Jin in joy at winning the game~

Take note on what he’s looking at…

Jin’s fist

Notice how his own hand slowly goes towards Jin’s hand

SUCCESS!

INTERLOCKED FINGERS

AHHHHHHHHHHHH - Namjinkook and all of us, 2017

Namjinkook holding hands (namjin interlocking their fingers)

Matching Jinkook

(Team KimSeokJin all has 2 fingers up in this frame and I think that’s cute)

It’s kinda creepy how in-synch jinkook are here

(my crappy attempt at capturing they synchronicity)

They bent down at the same time with the same speed and made the same motions at the same time without making any eye-contact and that’s just really creepy and cool to me

The way Tae looks at Jin with that smile though (kinda like Shooky lolol)

Jin lightly touching Yoongi’s hands 

*clutches my yoonjin heart*

I’m putting this here because the way kookie’s face looks on Jin’s hoodie is hilarious

Also how come only Jin got the hoodie while everyone else got a shirt?

The mistreatment of RJ, Koya and Cooky… A Saga by Team Kim Seok Jin

Here namjoon slightly brushes his hand on Jin’s arms (I see everything Namjoon  👀)

Look who decided to join the saga! Let’s welcome Tae into the mistreatment of their BT21 counterparts!

Jin approves of Tae’s quick wit~

(they were just being nitpicky about Jimin’s answer)

(Why are they such babies)

Well well well, looks like yoongi joined in the mistreatment too…

These boys…really… if it were me I’d treat those with care…

Hobi… I had faith in you… WHY?!

Meanwhile only Chimmy is safe but Chimmy is also all alone, abandoned in a corner…

These boys… really

That’s Yoonjin’s hands slightly brushing each other by the way~

Namjin laughing while laooking at each other 

Namjoon-ah… your hands…

Jin leans in closer to namjoon to discuss the question

the voice he uses is so soft and gentle

hnnng

Here he have Yoongi touching Jin’s thighs

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And Jin is leaning into Namjoon

Jin’s hands would also have been on Namjoon’s thighs if it weren’t for Koya

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

My 2 OTPs 

*I am in utter happiness right now*

Jin… you can’t abuse your face like this…

Please control your face and your hand

Namjoon happy about Jin holding his hands and smilling with protruding cheeks

Is touching his thigh really necessary right now namjoon?

(not that I’m complaining)

Jimin: What is even going on right now?

Hobi: ooh Jin hyung looks happy! hehe

Tae: ?

Yoongi: He’s smiling and so excited right now

Jin: asdfghjkl

Namjoon: *anticipates with glee*

JK: IDK what’s going on but let’s just cheer along with Jin hyung!

Jin touching Namjoon’s shoulders in pure excitement

(Namjoon: OHHH OHH HE’S TOUCHING ME OMGOMGOMG)

I just wanted a cute Jin to be here so there you go~

Namjoon looking at Jin as he attempts the challenge~

Jin reaching for Namjoon’s thigh yet again…

also, Yoongi’s hand reaching for Jin’s arm

Why is bangtan so touchy? I LOVE IT

??!!?!??!?!?!?!?!!?

ARE YOONJIN HOLDING HANDS IN THE BG?!

OMGOMGOMG

(lmao no… those are Jin’s hands XD but I fooled you didn’t I?)

(Please don’t hurt me)

Jinkook high-5~ feat.unglam Joon

Putting this here cos this deserves to be mentioned, memed and framed

Just because I can, here 

Have a TaeTae imitating a TaTa

Jin leaning on Namjoon’s shoulders~

(Koya is me right now)

Cutie Jin again~

Namjoon and his sneaky hands. 

What did I say before? WE SEE ALL

Jin loving hobi’s little sound effects that are totally adorable

Jin reaching out to both Yoongi and Namjoon~

But he’s doing it to silence them and to get attention on Jimin who’s about to challenge the game!

Matching Jinkook~

They both twitched their fingers too!

gahh it’s great to be a namjin shipper~

I FEEL GREAT I FEEL ALIVE 

Namjoon you and your sneaky hand

Also notice how he puts VAN on him because they are having an O-X quiz and VAN’s eyes are X_O

A smart touchy tol: Namjoon

Jin once again reaching out to namjoon in pure excitement at figuring out the question!

(he almost got it the previous time when it was their turn)

A quick witted tol: Jin

Let’s put this in context.

He is whispering the answer to Namjoon right now

The answer?

Will you stay by my side
Will you promise me

HE WHISPERED THIS TO NAMJOON

ALSO how close do you have to get to whisper something?

*I can die happy now*

At hearing those words, namjoon reaches to touch Jin’s thigh

He whispers it to his roomie too~

pouty yoongs because why not

This little bub cheers ‘Jin Seok Kim’ instead of ‘Kim Seok Jin’

“The perfect team” -Namjinkook, 2017

Then proceeds to fail miserably 

Yoongi teasing his roomie~

NAMJOON! LAST WARNING! Stop touching Jin’s thigh on camera!

(Please don’t stop)

Namjin in-sync

The whole time, Namjoon doesn’t lift his hand off of Jin’s thigh

Jin-ah… do you HAVE to touch Yoongi as you sit? hmm?

Touchy Touchy Boys

If VAN wasn’t there, Jin would have touched Namjoon’s thighs~

They really need to control their touchiness…who am I kidding? 

WE LIVE FOR IT


This is it for this weeks’ Run! - Jin Harem post~

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Until next time~  


Preview:

What sort of abuse did they put JK’s face through?!

Naruto Chim? NARUCHIM or CHIMRUTO?

Namjoon-ah… please don’t abuse your face…

THIS CUTIE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!

yoongi scenario | ticket home

Originally posted by jeonbase

prompt: We fell asleep on the couch train seat together on accident

pairing: yoongi x reader

➸ requested by anon | 800 words | fluff


It’s been a long day.

Fighting your way through crowds of shoppers and tourists, catching ten minute breaks in cafes, getting lost down side streets that all look the same, and the only thing keeping you right being Yoongi’s hand threaded through yours, you are reminded exactly why you hate the city centre. It’s a relief to finally flop down on the train seat, the city lights receding behind you, and home speeding closer by the minute.

Beside you, Yoongi is warm and comforting. The train ride may be an hour, but you don’t mind the long wait to get back to familiarity, because he’s your own slice of happiness right here, in the middle of the bustling train, keeping you calm despite the child kicking the seat behind yours, the ticket inspector mumbling and the food cart coming around, vender repeatedly asking if anyone wants snacks for half price.

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let me be yours | | jjk

Originally posted by imaginesbts

Jeon JUNGKOOK | | let me be yours 

fluff, angst | jungkook x you, mentions of taehyung 

best friends!au

&&- Drabble 

 - “Just let me be yours.” 


“Aish… are you really that short?” Jungkook exclaims with a smirk on his face. He takes a step back from his bed, finding it hard not to laugh at the sight of his best friend trying to reach the lighting fixture.

Y/N frowns, holding the light bulb in her hand with a look of disapproval. “I’m almost the same height as Jimin.” You exaggerate, you had not been extremely close in height, but the shortest in Bangtan was the easiest justifcation for yourheart.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, climbing on the bed to stand up. “What’s your point, small fry?” He ruffles your hair with a laugh as he takes the lightbulb from your hand. You stare at him quietly for a moment and he merely smirks at you before looking away. He hopes you don’t know the pink flush on his cheeks. You do.

“I’m not that small. It’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall. You know, technically, you’re more of a product of evolution than I am. That means that you’re not as special as you ought to be.” you looks at him with an I-told-you-so expression on her face.Jungkook laughs, opting to roll his eyes at you in response. “Whatever that means, know-it-all.” He flicks her forehead with a laugh before reaching up to change the light. His hands are roughly two inches shy and Y/N can’t help but smirk in satisfaction.

“Looks like you can’t get it either, small fry.” you wink at him with a laugh.

Jungkook presses his tongue against his cheek before he giggles softly. “You won’t be saying that when I successfully change this lightbulb.” He pauses to wrap her arms around his waist. “Don’t make me fall or PD-nim will sue you for your retirement savings.”

“Of course not,” Y/N sarcastically replies with a laugh as you hold his waist tighter so he wouldn’t fall.

Jungkook chuckles to himself as he looks up, reaching and successfully unscrewing the first lightbulb. He passes her the non-functional one before quickly changing the other one. He gets on his tiptoes before he teeters off to the side.

“Oof!” Y/N groans as you fall on her back. Jungkook follows you through your fall since you had been holding him. As though an instinct, he wraps his arms around her head, as though protecting her.

The two pause, realizing they had only fallen onto Jungkook’s bed and not the floor and burst into laughter.

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed because of something so dumb.” Jungkook admits with a laugh as he lingers over you. You can see the way his pupils dilate as he stares down at you. He notices you were currently covering your face, hiding your smile as you laugh.

“Me either.” you reply with a giggle as your eyes finally met Jungkook’s.

Although Y/N kept laughing, Jungkook had stopped. He couldn’t get over how happy you looked. He wanted to memorize the way your eyes crinkled up and how annoying your laugh (but really entertaining) was. He stares into your eyes - did you feel what he was feeling?

“J-Jungkook?” you ask in between laughter as you stare up at him. You find it hard to focus on just one aspect of him, so you decide to take in all of him… you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him like this. Had it been last when you visited him for Chuseok? Or had it been the day of the bonfire from all those years ago? You couldn’t remember.

Jungkook stares down at you before hesitantly licking his lips. “Don’t say anything… just stay like this, okay?” he lingers over her with a nervous smile on his face. He had never been this close to a girl, ever. Sure, there had been his his stylists, but he would never change the notion of idol and stylist. They were already spoken for… but  Y/N? You weren’t anybody’s and that incited him.

“Jungkook…?” you asks, blinking up at him. Your voice shakes a little because you know this feeling.

Jungkook leans a little closer to you. His nose is barely skimming yours and he swears you can hear his heartbeat. Was he really doing this? “I-I don’t know what comes next.” He stammers.

“I don’t know either.” You whisper, trying to keep your voice level. You could tell Jungkook was nervous and that last thing you wanted was to do something either of them wouldn’t do if it had been another time. “Jungkook… what are we doing?”

Jungkook laughs softly - but his laughter is forced because oh my god, how could you not see what you were doing to him? “…I really want to kiss you… but I’m scared about what would happen if I do.”

“What..?” you ask, blinking.

He darkly chuckles at you, “Aigoo… what are you doing to me, Y/N-ah?”

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N replies, losing your resolve of being calm. How could you not when he looked at you like that? No one had ever looked at you like Jungkook had and you didn’t know how to feel about that… was this how it was supposed to feel? Love?

Jungkook steals a glance at your lips before deeply inhaling. “Aigoo…” He bluyous so hard that his nose is tinted slightly pink.

“Taehyung just rejected me…” Your voice is small and Jungkook fights the urge to reassure you that it had been three weeks since his hyung had rejected you that it had been three weeks of Jungkook trying to piece your heart back together. Three weeks since Jungkook made it his mission for you to see him as a man; and more importantly, a man for you.

“I don’t care… it’s his loss.” Jungkook hastily replies without thought. “… but let’s not talk about him, okay?” He opts to move to the side of you because god, how could he even think when you looked up at him like that? … Was that what Taehyung saw?

Y/N turns to face him. you chew on your lip before smiling at him. “Okay.”

“God, you say you’re  okay.” Jungkook says and you laughs softly at his words.

“You’re cute, Jungkookie.” you giggles softly as you reaches up to ruffle his hair. you yawns, rubbing her eyes. “I’m a little tired…” you yawns once more and so does Jungkook.

“Yawning’s contagious.” He blurts, and he blurts this because he has nothing else to say. How could someone be so adorable? The question burdens the both of them.  

Jungkook practically melts into your touch as he shifts so he can move closer to you. “Do you think you’ll be over hyung in time?” His voice is quiet. Though, he notes how your hand doesn’t go limp in his hair. Was that a good sign?

“I don’t think so…. I liked him a lot.” You admit with an equally small voice before you look at Jungkook. “But some crushes… no matter how beautiful they are, they have to be let go.”

Jungkook feels his heart jump at your words. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know…. but I think it’s better not to.” you admit and Jungkook laughs softly.

“You’re so confusing.” He opts to take your hand in his and he brings it to his lips. He leaves a chaste kiss on the back of it.

You smile, “The best people are.” you yawn once more. “I’m sleepy…” you rubs your arm as you stare back at Jungkook. You can see the hints of amber in his eyes. Were his eyes always so beautiful?

“You can sleep here,” Jungkook tells you with a soft laugh. He nervously puts his hand on the small of your back and you notice his nervousness. You wiggles your brows and he laughs at the simple actions. His nerves were flaring. “Is it that obvious?”

Y/N  giggles softly before you nod, “I think it’s cute.” You smile at him lopsidedly.

“Can we cuddle? I’ll be the big spoon.” Jungkook says with a hint of stars in his eyes.

The sentence makes a frown pull on Y/N’s mouth, and Jungkook notices; because of course he would always notice. “Okay,” you replies in a small voice before you smile at him. You roll over into his arms. “This is harmless, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” Jungkook stutters, feeling his cheeks flush. He decides to ignore soft her tummy is. Was that perverted? He didn’t know why, but it felt hypersensitive at the moment. He wraps his right arm around you loosely before pulling you close. He lets out a shaky breath and you have to bite your hand to keep from giggling.

“You’re so shy, it’s adorable.” you whisper as you take his arm and lightly bite on it. You blows a raspberry against his skin and Jungkook feels his cheeks flush more.

Jesus, he thinks to himself.

“Huh?” You ask with a tired voice as you take his fingers and entwines them with yours.

Aish, he thinks to himself. He must have said it aloud.

“Nothing…” Jungkook states with a blush on his cheeks. “Can we just stay like this forever?”

“Forever?” Your voice cuts in and Jungkook swears he has heard the voice of an angel. “Now, maybe.” You joke before Jungkook leans over to flick your forehead. “Of course…”

He closes his eyes and Jungkook’s grip around your waist tightens over so slightly. His heart thuds in his chest and he holds his breath, wondering if he should ask. “Y-Y/N.” He stammers out.

“Yes?” you ask, feeling your eyelids go heavy in Jungkook’s warm embrace.

He swallows deeply and his breath tickles your ear. “If I …. ever came to you…. please don’t push me away.” His voice is shaky and you feel your heart skip a beat at his words. “Please tell me that I can be yours…”

You swallow because you heard every word that he spoke. You feign sleep, hoping that you could push this conversation to another day. Because what Jungkook was asking you was far more than what the last fifteen years of your friendship ever entailed.

“I want to be your laughter and your sighs. I want to be who you pour your heart into at late night phone calls at two in the morning. I want to be the one you need a hug from when exams don’t go your way or the people at work push you to your wit’s end. I want to be your butterfly, I long for nothing more but to flyfor you  and be  everything that you ever wanted… I’d do all of this for you because you are all that I’ve ever needed.” Jungkook’s voice is shaky as he puyous a strand of hair from your cheek tenderly.

You can see that he is awaiting your answer.

You can almost feel the love that radiates through him to you. You know that look because that same look was you had when you looked at Kim Taehyung.


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Worth The Risk {Part 11}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 

Word Count: 2376
Warnings: angst

A/N: Look who finally finished part 11! But also real talk though, seeing a professional doesn’t make you weak or lesser as a person. BUT not all types of help work for everyone and I strongly encourage anyone going through stuff to find a way of support and recovery that works for them. Take care of yourself, you guys <3

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

You’d been hunched over your desk, absorbed in your work when a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Leaning back in your chair, you set down your pen and listened. The knock sounded again and you called out to FRIDAY, letting Sam in.

He’d been visiting you regularly over the past few days and as he entered the room you noticed the disapproving look he threw you. You weren’t surprised; you knew exactly why he was upset. He hated it when you buried yourself in work, yet there you were doing just that: anything to distract yourself.

You let out a small sigh and closed the binder in front of you, turning to face the older man.

“Hey.” You greeted, voice hoarse from lack of use.

“Hey,” he replied. “How are you doing?”

Sam took a seat on the edge of your bed and you shrugged. There was a pause and you opened your mouth to speak, but Sam beat you to it.

“I brought you something.”

You hadn’t expected that.

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good morning

john woke up this morning to sherlock snoring softly in the pillows next to him, face smushed, hair wild, limbs akimbo, taking up too much space in the bed, and on the whole it all seemed so unlikely and so silly that john giggled a little with affection, and sherlock snorted and woke up and lifted his head in confused curiosity to see what john was giggling about at this hour, revealing a pillow line imprinted on his cheek, which made john giggle again, and sherlock realised john was laughing at him but in the i love you so much it feels like laughter just to look at you way and not the bad way, so sherlock slumped across the bed and huffed and grunted and collapsed on john’s chest where he could feel the laughter moving in him, and sherlock muttered, having a hard time sounding disapproving around the smile on his face, you’re ridiculous, and john pet his hair and hauled him closer and said, we make a good match then, and sherlock hummed and said, you know, i think we do

Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: smut (later in the story) blood, assassins, gore, gangs, psychopaths

Words: 4132


I was inspired to a mental, psychopath Jungkook after I saw some amazing Killer JK fanart on insta. I’ll post the pictures at the end of the story. This will be a multiple chapter story.

-Admin Taettybear


chapter 2



He stared at you from the shadows, his hands twitching in excitement as you pulled the trigger, blood splattering on your uniform and face. He trailed his finger over his face covered by the plastic mask, gulping loudly, “How beautiful….” The man leaned forward to get a better look at the dark haired female. However, he shrunk back in fear of getting caught as she turned around, wiping her gun that had drops of blood splatter on it.

The tall man gave her, you, one last regretful look before turning around, leaving the crime scene in dejection.

“Until next time, love.”




“Y/N, get out of there, the guards will be back in the building in ten minutes,” you heard your twin brother’s grumpy voice from the earpiece. You responded with a low hum, quickly putting away your gun, giving the dead man one last kick before lazily walking away from the rooftop, your crime scene for the night.

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City Love (Part 10)

summary: You attend one of Natasha’s office parties against your will and end up meeting a charming stranger who turns out to be the person who runs the company. (AU; CEO!Bucky)

characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, mentions of Tony Stark
word count: 1650
warnings: none
A/N: Epilogue

SERIES MASTERLIST

Originally posted by lavishlawyer


You found yourself at a familiar situation–Standing in the middle of a grand ballroom in a tight body fitting burgundy dress that stopped just a little bit above your knees and uncomfortable pointed heels to match.

It was the night of Bucky’s annual office party, and though the surroundings were all the usual, you were no longer present against your will. Being Bucky’s girlfriend, you attended as his date and one of his exclusive guests.

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anonymous asked:

#15 with jason and tim

“I regret it all,” Tim said, the moment it was over. 

“Do you?” Bruce asked, voice mild, looking from Tim to Jason—thoroughly unrepentant expression and all, thanks Jason—and then to the wreckage of one of his Murciélagos—they were limited edition, Tim knew, and Bruce loved them a lot—and while Tim’s knowledge of Bruce’s car collection ended there, he’d known enough to guess that the second they’d accidentally keyed the thing in the middle of an argument, they’d already doomed themselves.

Tim’s solution was to live out their final moments before Bruce killed them both by taking it for a joyride. Tim wasn’t sure how the hell he’d ended up suggesting it, except maybe that Jason had been acting reasonably pleasant and it had lulled him into a false sense of security, but the end result was that Jason had apparently been taught to drive by actual, literal demons of hell—the only explanation Tim could think of for how they’d managed to survive some of the stunts he pulled, and why Tim had thought it was a good idea to turn around and ask for a turn and claim he knew how to drive extremely fast roadsters. 

Tim knew how to drive. Normal cars that went normal speeds. The Batmobile, even, in a pinch. 

But he swore that Jason and his demon driving ways had done something to the Murciélago and then the encouragement being yelled his ear had done the last of it and the end result was—

“I’m really sorry, Bruce.” 

Bruce honestly kind of looked like he might cry, and Tim just did not know what to do with that information.

“I’m not,” Jason said, shrugging his shoulders when Tim gave him a dirty look. “Did you look more or less broken up when I died? Or do only cars rate actual grief?” 

“Oh my God, stop talking,” Tim said, because there was giving Bruce a hard time and actively courting death after crashing one of his favorite cars, and why did Jason always have to go for the low blows? Could he not just chill out, just once in his goddamn life? 

“Tim,” Bruce said, and it appeared he was ignoring Jason entirely which was the wrong move, Bruce, was Tim the only person between the three of them who know how to not be a complete interpersonal mess? Was that not the height of irony? “Sit down and breathe into a paper bag, you’re looking a little white. Jason—” 

Jason raised an eyebrow, and he looked absolutely ready to start a fight even surrounded by gathering media, curious onlookers and the sad wreckage of the car, which had lost the fight with the tree Tim had driven it into. 

“If you think that being legally dead and partially estranged means I can’t ground you, you’re wrong.” Bruce pointed back to the car he’d arrived in. Alfred was standing by the passenger-side door, looking disapproving and extremely British. “Get in the damn car.”

“Please,” Tim muttered into his hands. “My nerves can’t take this.” 

Jason snorted, but he went towards the car, giving Bruce a large berth that screamed that he was being a defensive jackass because he was just as terrified as Tim was, just hiding it much better. 

“Tim.” 

Tim looked up, wincing at the expression on Bruce’s face. 

“I’m extremely glad that both of you are okay,” Bruce said, which was just getting the obligatory parental concern out of the way before the Doom and Judgment descended. “But I have security cameras in the garage, so I also know that the entire thing was your idea—” sweet Jesus he was done for “—and while Jason is an adult and can make his own decisions, you’re both my sons so I feel it’s necessary to remind you not to be a bad influence on your brother.” 

Jason had been getting into the back of the car, but slammed the door closed instead, storming back over. “You fucking WHAT?” 

Tim wasn’t sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry.