look at that eye haha i am too amused by this

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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love letters ❥ peter parker

summary : peter, hopeless romantic that he is, has a cache of love letters, all addressed to you, hidden under his bed and expertly crafted. he never anticipated them being read, or the feelings he has for you being returned.

word count : 3.1k (holy fucking hell i’m sorry)

   Peter couldn’t help it, the way that he was. He was a romantic at a heart, though the awkwardness of him had a tendency to prevail rather than the confident, smooth talking, small part of him that had a desperate desire to reveal itself. Spider-man was as suave as a fifteen year old boy could be; Peter Parker was awkward, inept at participating in normal, human conversation and often incapable of forming coherent sentences more often than not. He wasn’t the best at talking to people besides Ned and Aunt May and- on occasion- Tony Stark. Especially not you. If there was one person that he turned into an absolute bumbling, ridiculous mess around, it was you. He loathed himself for it, sure that you thought that he was weird, annoying, the same way that anyone who didn’t know him assumed he was. 

   Ned, however, continuously insisted that you found Peter to be a sweetheart, like anyone who got to know him well enough did, and that you liked him very much- perhaps more than a friend, though Peter had immediately scoffed at the notion. It was out of the question, downright ludicrous. But, of course, Ned had implanted the idea in Peter’s head, and now the boy’s ever creative mind refused to stop constructing various scenarios in which you were Peter’s girlfriend and he was as happy as he had ever been. 

    While he had been a perfectly charming boyfriend in each and every one of those little dream sequences of his, he was hopelessly lost for words whenever you approached him, unable to even ask what class you had next, let alone reveal the pure adoration he had been holding on to ever since you had been placed beside him in Bio in your freshman year. You had always been the one to stick up for him and smile at him and treat him like a decent human being, and so of course he fell for you, and now he could barely look you in the eye without his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. So, he bottled his feelings and let them out in a way he had never known could help him.

    He wrote. 

    He wrote to you every single day and poured his heart out in every single letter and expressed every thought he knew, in his heart, he would never be able to say out loud. Writing what he felt was so much simpler than saying the words out loud. That was what he assumed, anyhow. He took his pen and placed it down on the paper, starting it the same way he always did. 

   Dear Y/N… As always, the words spilled over from his mind to the paper as if he wasn’t thinking, just writing and writing and writing until he had filled two pages without lifting his curly head from the paper once. When he finally finished, a yawn stretching across his mouth, he noticed Aunt May standing outside his door. He turned his chair around, raising his eyebrows at her. 

   “Writing to that pretty girl again?” She asked, hand on her hip but wearing a knowing, soft grin. Peter, not bothering to feign shock, nodded solemnly and placed his pen down the paper. “You should think about maybe, oh I don’t know, actually giving her one of the letters you’ve written?” 

    Adamantly, Peter shook his head. “May, I could never. You don’t get it.” He swiveled around in the chair, spinning it until he was dizzy. “These letters are embarrassing. They’re practically my whole heart and soul on a piece of paper. She’d scream and run away if she read how I felt about her.” He sighed, placing his elbow on the edge of the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. He stared up at his aunt, still craving her sage advice. May stared back at him thoughtfully. 

   “Well, in my personal experience,” she came over and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze, eyeing the letter that was signed with Peter’s name, “girls are suckers for love letters. And you Parker men write the best ones out there. Trust me.” 

   Peter bit his lip. “Yeah, sure, I’m not an awful writer. But, I still can’t give them to her. I just can’t.” Before she could say anything else, he was folding it up and placing it on top of the shelf on his desk next to his books for English. “Uncle Ben was different. He was charming. You know that.” 

    May smiled wistfully. “I do.” 

    “And that’s one thing that I didn’t get from him,” Peter finished, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from his swivel chair. “It’s fine.” He waved it off. “I’m happy suffering in silence. I’m gonna go to bed. Big English project starts tomorrow. Love you,” he kissed May on the cheek as she left his bedroom, switching the light off in her departure. He stared at the wall once he was situated in bed, mulling the conversation over in his head. Maybe May’s right. Maybe telling Y/N wouldn’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, never mind. She probably hates me. Ugh. Life sucks. 


    That morning, when he arrived in his English class, you were sitting in the seat that had been previously occupied by Ned pretty much every class since the beginning of the school year. Sucking in a breath, Peter took his first step into the classroom. He knew he was a little late to today’s lesson, but he hadn’t realized he was a full fifteen minutes behind schedule. Ned was in the back with Michelle, giving Peter an encouraging thumbs up when he noticed his best friend finally arrive on the scene. Peter gave him the finger. 

   “Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us!” Ms. Matthews declared when he decided to shove himself through the door, his heart jackhammering away in his chest and making its way up to his throat. He kind of wanted to throw up. 

   “Um, yeah, well, you know, sleep and whatnot- overslept, haha,” he coughed out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. The teacher nodded with faux sympathy, though he could tell she didn’t care that much for his explanation. “I’ll just, um, sit. Down.” 

    “Next to Y/N, please,” She instructed, waving her hand in your direction. “Since you were late and unable to choose your own partner, surprising since usually Ned is so eager to work with you, Y/N offered to be your partner.” The teacher gave you a fond smile, as every teacher did. “She can explain the details of the assignment.” 

    Peter gave her a stiff nod before sliding into his chair, and you noticed how rigid he was as he turned toward you with a slight frown. He seemed extremely upset to be working with you, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way. You liked Peter. Really, truly liked him. He was a sweetie whenever he actually talked to and different than the rest of the guys at Midtown. He was genuine.  

    Giving him your full attention, you beamed at him. “Hey, Peter,” you said cheerfully. He gave you a small smile in return, wringing his hands under the desk. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your own smile dropped, which he noticed immediately and felt awful about. “Sorry you didn’t get paired up with Ned,” you continued, taking your books out of your shoulder bag. “I know you would’ve preferred it that way-” 

    “No!” He interrupted quickly, practically slamming his hands down on the desk so hard you jumped in your seat, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry, I just, um,” he laughed a little, his cheeks burning, “I’m, um, happy to have you as a partner. Really, I am,” he added as an afterthought, just to make sure you knew. 

   Your shoulders relaxed as you looked at him. “You’re not just saying that, right? You seem awfully stiff,” you teased, poking his uncomfortably positioned arm as you quirked a brow. 

    “Do I?” He was practically sweating. 

     “I was just joking, Pete. It’s cute, anyway.” Peter’s eyes, a shade of brown that you had come to think of as warm as honey, went wide and he gaped at you, but you pretended not to notice. “So, for the assignment we have to write a short story based on one of the assigned reading books this year.” 

   She called me cute

   “Shit… I think I forgot all of mine,” you were mumbling, your head practically stuck in your bag. “Did your bring yours, Peter?” 

   Oh my god, she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I’m going to faint

   You snapped your fingers in front of his cherry red face, trying not to appear as amused as you felt. He blinked owlishly, an apologetic half smile, half grimace on his face. He was cute most of the time, but especially when he smiled, even if it was only a forced, awkward one. “Do you have your books, Peter?” You repeated kindly. 

    “Um, sorry, I’ll check,” he answered, embarrassed about his utterly obvious staring that had just occurred. He rummaged around in his backpack before realizing he had forgotten them, as well. He popped back up, curls in disarray as his head brushed against the fabric of his bag. “I forgot them, sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It was kind of adorable.

   “You need to stop apologizing for everything, Pete,” you laughed. “It’s fine. We can get started after school. My place or yours?” You were already packing your things, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he said, “Mine.”   

    “Cool,” you grinned again, a grin that made him want to smile for the rest of his life. “Which one of is doing the writing? Or do you want to split it?” 

    “You’re a, um, fantastic writer,” he told you, having read your submissions to the school newspaper more times than he could count. “If you wanna take over, you can. I can edit and stuff.” 

    “Aw, I’m not that good,” you shook your head abashedly, looking down at your lap. “But thank you, Peter. I’m sure you’re great, too, though. Are you sure you don’t wanna write some of it?”

    “I’m not much of a writer.”


    So, you were in Peter Parker’s room. He was having his third heart attack of the day, and was incredibly grateful that he had managed to keep his wits about him for majority of the day. He had only tripped over his words five times, tripped literally twice, and dropped his Metro card once, but it was fine. You helped him back each time he fell with your usual grace, barely acknowledging his multiple social faux pas and only laughing once because he fell over a small dog- which even he would admit was pretty funny. 

   Still, his palms were sweaty around you and he didn’t know how he was going to survive working so close to you for the next week while the English assignment was occurring. He lead you into his apartment and you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he twisted the keys in the lock. You walked into the apartment, the first thing crossing your mind was how cozy and homelike it was. You liked it very much. 

   “It’s really cute in here,” you said, smiling around the room as Peter busied himself with a glass of water. He downed it quickly. “Where’s your aunt?” 

   “Work,” he replied, catching his breath after the gulping down of his water. “Here, let’s go to my room.” He placed his glass of water on the counter and motioned for you to follow him, opening the door to his room and wincing at the mess in there. “It’s a mess, sorry about that.”  

   You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Didn’t I say stop apologizing?” You entered his room as if you had been there many times before, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door. You threw your bag on his bed and took a seat in his swivel chair, and he liked how natural it seemed for you to be in his room. He liked how comfortable you were, sitting there. Something about it made him happy. 

   “Yeah, my bad,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, pointing your finger at him while he raised his hands defensively. “It wasn’t technically an apology!” He took a step out of the room. He was finally being normal around you, he realized delightedly. He would still need more water, though. He could feel his mouth getting dry. “I’m gonna get more water. Want anything?” You shook your head, spinning around in the chair as he left. 

   Your eyes scanned over his desk, taking in every inch of Peter Parker’s life. He had bad books stacked everywhere, his desk was a mess, there were clothes thrown about the room. Star Wars posters, Avengers posters, notes scattered across the desk. You admired the artful messiness of it all. You leaned up to where his English books were, spotting the one you were most interested in and yanking it off the shelf. As you did, a folded piece of paper fluttered down off the shelf, just when Peter was walking back into the room. 

   “I thought you said you weren’t a writer, Pete,” you raised your eyebrows at him, holding the letter in your hand and waving it at him. 

   He almost threw up right there. “Um, I’m not, please give that back,” he reached for it, but you jumped out of the chair, raising the letter high in the air. “Y/N!” He whined, grabbing for it again. “C’mon, please,” he pleaded desperately, pouting at you with such intensity it almost made you want to give it to him. 

    “Can’t I just read a sentence, Peter?” You pushed out your bottom lip, batting your eyelashes at him. 

     He almost gave in. “No, Y/N. Seriously, give it back.” He sounded scared now, upset as well. You pursed your lips, handing it back to him. He was so anxious about you reading it that it dropped on the floor, opening far enough so that you could see your name scrawled across the top in Peter’s defining chicken scratch handwriting. 

    “That says my name, so now I have to read it.” You stood directly in front of Peter, hands pressed together in a pleading motion, the expression on your face so genuinely interested that he had to give it to you. He picked it back up with a lump in his throat and handed it over, scared as ever. But this was what May had advised. Maybe she’d be right. 

    “Dear Y/N,” you read aloud in a loud, terrible accent, glancing back up at Peter as you read the line after that. He was staring down at the floor, preparing himself for what you were going to say when you read the letter, read his heart. You sat in his chair, realizing it’d be better if you didn’t read it so publicly. He sat down on his bed, waiting. 

   Dear Y/N. This is maybe the tenth letter I’ve written to you, and each time I say the same thing, so if one day you are reading this in proper succession, I’m sorry for being so utterly repetitive. You’ll probably never read this, though. And that’s why it’s so easy for me to write. I think you’re the only person to ever truly be interested in me when I’m talking about science. Not even Ned has an attention span that long. But you do. And you don’t know how much I want to thank you for that. You make it really difficult to not like you, to not be in love with you. I think that’s what it is… love. And if I’m not in love with you yet, then I’m certainly falling for you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a wonderful person without trying, you’re a beautiful hurricane, a sunset on the horizon of my bleakest hours, and you make me feel as if I’ve been standing in the sunshine for my entire life. 

   You put the letter down, smoothing it over your lap. You didn’t need to read the rest. That was enough. Peter gazed at you now, the way you’ve yearned to be looked at before, and you shamed yourself for being so blind these past two years. He wasn’t simply just staring. He was looking. Admiring. You slid next to Peter, placing the letter behind you. He moved his hand, curling his fingers around yours tentative as ever. Your free hand grazed up the side of his face, toying with the hair on the back of his neck before resting on his cheek. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, you were so close that he was able to count each individual eyelash that you had, every single fleck of pure beauty in your deep eyes. 

   “I like you very much, Peter Parker,” you murmured. He felt his heart soar, and then, he felt himself kiss you. It was an out of body experience. He was there, he was the one kissing you, the one who had initiated it, but it felt like he wasn’t. He was up in the clouds, too far lost in the way it felt to run his hands through your hair as he had always dreamed of to notice Aunt May sneaking past the door, overjoyed to see Peter finally with the girl he had been loving in silence for far too long. You pulled away from each other, eyes opening slowly and hesitantly and your lips practically still connected. 

   He wanted to tell her that he adored her, but Aunt May’s voice flowed from the kitchen too loud to overpower his thoughts. “You read her the letter, didn’t you? I told you it’d work! Worked for your Uncle Ben and I was right as I always am!”

   He jumped up from the bed, sticking his head out of the doorway and pressing his finger to his lips. “Maaaayyyy, you’re embarrassing me,” he whispered-yelled, practically whined. “You were right, okay? Thank you, let me go get a girlfriend now. The girlfriend.” She beamed at him, but no one’s smile could shine brighter than Peter’s. 

    He retreated back into the room, and you were clutching the letter in your hands. You looked up at him hopefully. “I was thinking that maybe you could read me the other nine letters. If you’re up for it.” 

    Peter couldn’t possibly say no, taking a page out of his Uncle Ben’s book the way he should have done in the first place as he found the hiding spot for the stack of letters he had been writing for the past few months, sliding them over to you and feeling confident for the first time in a long time.

My Puppy | 1

Originally posted by rapnamu

CHAPTER ONE

Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, pet play. 

Word Count: 4,406

NOTE: Pure Filth. Turn back now if you don’t want to see. Turning Tae Tae into my Fuck Puppy (Thanks, Anon). Soft femdom. Let me tell you, it was an EXPERIENCE writing this, and I am still not perfectly pleased with it. Mostly because I’m never happy with my own smut writing. I had to do so much research, so google probably thinks I’m freaky naughty af. Which I suppose I am considering I wrote this lol. So, for those that are hardcore into this and think I didn’t portray it well enough, I’m sorry, I tried. And I learned quite a bit about myself, like the fact that if I ever get my hands on someone like Tae, I am so going to try this. Now enjoy, and excuse me as I go drench myself in holy water to cleanse myself of sin. 


“You know, I hate the winter. It reminds me of your cold heart.”

My now ex-boyfriend mutters this line, looking into the snowy sky. He sighs loudly and saunters off, without looking back. What a fucking drama queen. I can’t help but snort as I watch him disappear into the light snowfall, and wonder what movie he got that line from.

Cold heart.

I don’t have a cold heart. He was just a damn bore. He never wanted to do anything but watch movies and freaked out if I suggested anything besides missionary. I’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now but was putting it off because I knew he’d cry. This saved me all the hassle.

Note to self: Don’t date actors.

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Life Imitates Art

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst (?)// Sub(ish)!Jungkook/ Art Student!Jungkook

Warnings:  graphic language/dirty talk, oral, cum play (if that’s what you’ll call it), masturbation, SLIGHT sub/dom dynamic

Word Count: 10.3K (bc I don’t know what pwp is)

Summary: A friendly favor for your crush develops into something truly sinful when you figure out his muse for his exhibition. 

a/n: only lightly edited b/c it’s 1:30 AM HAHA….this wasn’t supposed to be sub!(ish)JK but idk it just worked; still feel like I’m struggling w/ writing steamy dialogue but oh well. Enjoy! More work to hopefully come, slowly but surely. Please send feedback it’d be greatly appreciated!!! 


You grumbled all the way to the art gallery, adamant in your opposition to being dragged there by your roommate.

“Shut up, we’re already here. Are you going to brood the whole time?” Liz glared at you before pushing the glass doors open.

You’d pouted, clearly having lost the battle a long time ago. You settled on folding your arms defensively and letting out one last exasperated sigh. “Fine, but I still don’t know why you brought me here to begin with.”

Liz’s eyebrows shot up at the absurdity of the question, “You haven’t left the house for anything besides work and the occasional run. You’re starting to get boring, where’s fun Y/N?”

Her words only made you pout further because she was completely right-like most of the time despite your inability to admit it to her.

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Okay so first of all I have to say sorry for being so absent for the past few months. But I want to thank you all for your support and love and care and understanding during this period it has really helped me and I am so grateful for all of you! 

second: this fic is based on a prompt I recieved ages ago from @gellbellshead​-

“So saw your post that you have some time for writing and couldn’t help myself from sending you this one. Person A and Person B are camp counselors and Person A gets all flustered because Person B is really good with kids and it’s adorable.” 

which kind of inspired 30 pages worth of content haha ps. sorry I took forever to get this done love!

third: THANKYOU TO @rileybabe​ for this STUNNING aesthetic I mean I can’t even with her talent! I would also like to dedicate this fic to her and @ms-maj​ for being so kind and lovely and always sending me such cute messages and supporting me even when I was MIA. 

Again thanks everyone for the love I hope you enjoy!

warning: light smut

as this is long af, here is the AO3 link-

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11821416


CAMP SWEETWATER-

“Welcome to Camp Sweetwater”

Betty let out a defeated sigh as she read the faded words scripted in yellow paint across a crooked wooden sign.  This was not how she wanted to spend her summer.

“Really Elizabeth stop acting like such a child, “ her mother scolded from the driver’s seat, shutting off the car’s engine and opening the door. Betty groaned, letting her head thump back against the seat.  

All she asked for was a carefree summer; one where she was free of her “perfect” girl next door persona and could just be a teenager. But of course that was not acceptable to Alice Cooper. Betty had been furious when her mother had excitedly relayed her acceptance as a camp counsellor, shaking the neatly opened letter in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids or the outdoors, no it was the principle of having her time stripped of her against her will. But her objections were no match for Alice’s lectures on the importance of broadening her skill set, and the need to fill her college applications with extra curricula’s- as if she didn’t have enough. So her bags had been packed, and here she was.

Deciding there was no point in further delaying the inevitable and beginning to become uncomfortable inside the stuffy vehicle, Betty opened her own door and stepped out into the summer heat.

She had to admit the location was beautiful, with lush greenery all around and the sounds of the river trickling through the air. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Rounding the vehicle, Alice placed Betty’s duffle bag on the dusty ground beside her and grabbed her reluctant daughter’s shoulders.

“It’s only seven weeks, who knows it might surprise you,” her mother placated softly, offering a warm smile.

Internally Betty scoffed, only seven weeks, but she knew her mother truly just wanted what was best for her even if she had an overbearing and odd way of actuating that. So instead she returned the words with a soft smile of her own and pulled her mother into a hug.

“I’ll call you when I can, have a safe drive home.”

And with that she was gone.

Taking a deep breath and pushing her hesitancies and irritations aside, the blonde tightened her pony tail before bending down to pick up her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her sneakers hit the ground with purpose as she crossed through the open gateway, her green eyes scanning across rows of log cabins with brightly painted accents and dirt pathways, all the way to the tree line that led into the forest.

“Betty Cooper?”

Betty turned her head from the view, only to be completely taken aback by the new one. A boy about her age was approaching her with lazy steps that held a subtle air of arrogance. He was tall and lean; the plaid button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made sure she was very aware of that fact.  Rogue strands of his ebony hair fell over his impossibly blue eyes tantalisingly while the rest was tucked beneath a beanie that she was too stunned to question the use of in this weather. And god his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass.

It wasn’t until his dark brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into an amused smile that Betty realised she had been straight out ogling him and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had totally failed to respond to his question. Trying to ignore the flush that was quickly rising to her cheeks, Betty summoned the social skills she had acquired over years of Cooper indoctrination and flashed him her best girl next door smile.

“That’s me! Sorry I was a little distracted by the view,” the blonde recovered in an upbeat tone, internally commending herself on constructing an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie.

The boy chuckled shaking her politely extended hand.

“Yeah it’s some view,” he replied, a cheeky smirk gracing his lips, making it obvious they both knew she wasn’t talking about the geographical scenery. Betty felt her cheeks flame even more and cast her eyes downward shyly.

“Jughead Jones, welcome to Camp Sweetwater.”

Betty was extremely grateful that he didn’t feel the need to loiter on her embarrassment and found the courage to meet his eyes again. God did he have nice eyes.

“Thanks, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time?”

“You’d be right. I’ve been friends with Fred’s son since birth really, so of course every summer I’d come with them here and then when we got old enough it was kind of a natural progression into camp counsellors,” Jughead informed her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you’re the welcoming committee?” She half joked, feeling her stomach flutter at the good natured smile he offered her.

“Something like that.”

She quirked a brow, the tone of his voice indicating he knew something she didn’t.

“Well I’m your welcoming committee,” his smirk reappeared and Betty bit her lip at the sight.

“Lucky me,” she returned softly, her eyes widening as the confession slipped out. Letting out a nervous chuckle she shuffled her converse through the dirt, attempting to play it off as friendly jest.

Jughead raised an eyebrow- his eyes seeming to twinkle with something unknown- but didn’t comment.

“Come on, I’ll show you ‘round.”

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Rereading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Chapter Fifteen - The Unbreakable Vow

- CHRISTMAS AT HOGWARTS IS HERE YALLL!!!!!!! i can hardly contain myself

Large groups of girls tended to converge underneath the mistletoe bunches every time Harry went past

pardon my language but harry has become quite the pussy slayer, wouldnt you all agree?

Lavender Brown, who seemed to regard any moment that she was not kissing Ron as a moment wasted

me too girl, me too.

“She can’t complain,” he told Harry. “She snogged Krum. So she’s found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it’s a free country. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Harry did not answer, but pretended to be absorbed in the book they were supposed to have read

oh ron. also SAME harry. always best to plead the fifth in ron&hermione fights

- HAHA hermione is described as giving the half-blood princes’ book a dirty look “as if it was rude to her” and i find that extremely hilarious and very hermione granger

- harry now knows that romilda vane&co is trying to slip him a love potion. let me reiterate: PUSSY SLAYER

But her face suddenly turned blank; she had just spotted Ron and Lavender, who were entwined in the same armchair.
“Well, good night, Harry,” said Hermione, though it was only seven o’clock in the evening, and she left for the girl’s dormitory without another word.

UGH can these two just make up already??? i dont like seeing lil hermione upset like this. its really harshing my mellow.

Ron retaliated by doing a cruel but accurate impression of Hermion jumping up and down in her seat every time Professor McGonagall asked a question, which Lavender and Parvati found deeply amusing and which reduced Hermione to the verge of tears again. She raced out of the classroom on the bell, leaving half of her things behind.

this is so fucked guys!!!!! like you would think they were never friends to begin with by the way theyre acting and its really bumming me out. LEAVE HERMIONE ALOOOOONEE

“She said something about that Ron Weasley…”
“Yeah, they’ve had a row,” said Harry.
“He says very funny things sometimes, doesn’t he?” said Luna, as they set off down the corridor together. “But he can be a bit unkind. I noticed that last year.”

ron is one of my biggest faves in the series but he done GOOF’D in this book so far. like i know puberty is wild yall, but be nice to your friends.

- omg harry asked luna to slughorns party and shes so happy and im gonna cry ITS GONNA BE SO LIT U GUYS

- also PEEVES. missed you boi

- lol harry is watching hermione, lavender, and parvati interact and is legit having a mental breakdown trying to understand why women are the way that they are and like… cant blame him really. were tricky af.

“You’re going, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re-”
There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything.
“-we’re going up to the party together.”

i am both disgusted and thoroughly impressed by jkr’s writing

- not gonna lie guys this party sounds DOPE. even if slughorn is the one who threw it. 

- OH EM GEEE hermione considered taking muther fuqing zacharias smith to the party???? GIRL. no matter how pissed you are at ron that is just NOT an option!!!!!!!

“Quidditch!” said Hermione angrily. “Is that all boys care about?”

ive asked myself this question too, hermione, and lemme tell you: yes.

- luna keeps making every convo at this party awkward by talking about conspiracy theories and im here for it. and frankly so is harry, shit is hilarious

This was the first time he had seen Malfoy close up for ages; he now saw that Malfoy had dark shadows under his eyes and a distinctly grayish tinge to his skin.

fuuuuuck dude. actually feeling sorry for draco

- ok but how can harry fit his ENTIRE invisibility cloak in his pocket?? its a CLOAK

- god damn forreal the amount of pressure draco is under is really hurting my heart. lemme give you a hug kid

“I know what you’re up to! You want to steal my glory!”
There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, “You are speaking like a child. I quite understand that your father’s capture and imprisonment has upset you but-”

HE IS A CHILD. like lets all not forget that. hes a fucking kid whos got these huge responsibilities on his shoulder. and like, if he fucks up, not only will he be killed, but his WHOLE family will be too. god DAMN this is stressing me out. poor malfoys forreal.

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Prompt: Either Helios and Apollo taking care of a sick Icarus or helping him deal with allergy season (I like sickfics and characters taking care of each other)

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By default, Icarus isn’t a particularly cheery guy.  He’s prone to sarcasm, depression, and cynicism – even when he’s in fine health.

When he’s not in fine health, the grouchiness goes off the charts.

A long coughing fit is punctuated by two mighty sneezes and a curse.  “Is there some god of sickness so I can kick his ass,” Icarus raves hoarsely, looking around for more Mucinex.  

Helios laughs from where he’s sitting improbably balanced on the back of a kitchen chair.  “As it so happens, that particular asshole is in your apartment right now!”

Icarus looks up through bleary eyes at Helios, who’s pointing at Apollo, who’s looking at Icarus thoughtfully.

Icarus blinks.  “Wait – I thought you were a doctor?  The god of healing?  You heal people!”

“And kill them, sometimes. Both aspects of disease fall under my domain.  Though I lay no claim to this attack on your immune system,” Apollo says absently, leaning over to inspect Icarus closely.  Icarus feels too shitty to blush; he just glowers and wavers where he stands.

“…It does appear your initial production of white blood cells has failed to fight off the virus. It’s an infection now; a pity. You’ll have to go through the unpleasantness of fever and phlegm to dispel it.”

“I’ll be happy to help you kick his ass, Icarus, just say the word!”

Icarus groans and grabs a glass of water and the Mucinex, retreating to his room.  

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Memories

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader


When Clint Barton, knocked on your apartment door and asked you to join the Avengers, you were dumbfounded. A small part of you knew he would ask you to join. When you first met him, it involved saving him, after all.

At first you were tempted to close the door on him, but since he had become a close friend, you decided against that. After letting him in, he spent the whole time trying to coax you to join. Out of all the extravagant, righteous, and quite ridiculous reasons to join, you firmly refused. Until, he said a name you hadn’t heard in years.

Your reluctance to joining the Avengers stemmed from the fact that you preferred to work off the grid. You shied away from the limelight. Another important fact was that after your years kept as a Hydra experiment; you were not prepared to put yourself into a position where your powers could be used for the wrong. The fact that Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD did not help at all, despite Captain America’s successful crusade of stopping them.

So as you stood outside the Avengers compound and stared at the looming A on the building, you reminded yourself that it would all be worth it in the end.

“Ready to go in?” Clint asked you. He gripped your suitcase to him and, with his free hand, gestured to the entrance. “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

You fidgeted with the silver band on your ring finger. It gave you comfort, and the strength you needed to take your first steps into a new life.

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Mail order bride Rhys! Where omegas are routinely kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder and Jack decides he needs to get people off his back about "heirs to the kingdom." Rhys nearly stabs him to death after he opens that crate.

This labeled as All Sales Final. Thanks @thirtysixsavefiles for the title AHAHA Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.


Jack sighed in annoyance as he gazed upon what should be the solution to his ever-present problems.

He’d thought “crate” had been an exaggeration, but there it was, right smack dab in his office where he’d had it delivered. The offending item was not what he’d pictured for the money he’d spent.

It stood upright- quite a bit taller than himself- old sticker labels that had been peeled off and reapplied identifying the contents as ‘generic biological samples’ to be handled with care. It didn’t stand out like something fancy and shiny might, thus it didn’t draw unwanted attention. It was an eyesore compared to the general grandeur of his office, but he supposed the real prize was what was inside.

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Saints and Sinners

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. (Forgive me father, for I have sinned); Unbeta-ed, Not proof read. I’m a pathetic loser sorry guys.

Word count: 2577 (Sorry mobile users. Its super long.)

Genre: Angst/Smut


AN: I am not sure yet but I think I’ll be writing a series of smuts in form of chapters(if you guys think I should). Each chapter may/may not be interlinked. Chances are they wouldn’t be because I suck at maintaining integrity haha lmao. I am so bashful rn I can’t even tell you guys Bughead smut is such a turn on I haven’t a written any fics before on this forum. All the beautiful writers out there, thank you so much for the inspiration. Just a humble attempt from me haha. Also, English isn’t really native language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Please try to ignore thanks! Please leave reviews. Happy reading :)


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Betty Cooper has always deemed herself to be the strong, independent woman who knows the better of everything. But that never implied she wasn’t prone to jealousy. And when she saw Southside High’s very own Mafiosa, Toni Topaz sitting beside Jughead at the cafeteria leaning onto him with her legs crossed idly on the table, her insides convulsed in swirls of jealousy so strong even she hadn’t known there could exist. Betty could feel herself suffocate as the sound of girly snickers coming from this one particular table surged into her senses. Toni was talking in between her giggles and god knows what it was about but she had managed to score Jughead’s attention oh, and not just that he was even laughing.

Looked like he really enjoys hanging with her. Wonder what that girl was all about.

Betty shrugged the thought away with a sigh. It had been so long since the last time they met. At least a a month ago. Travelling from one side of the town to another was difficult for either of them and now with Jughead joining the Serpents, there was hardly any time when he’d not be preoccupied. Of course there was skype and text messaging but no matter how naff it sounded, Betty missed Jughead. She missed working on the Blue&Gold with him after school and she missed his little beany hat and god, how the skin of his palm feels on her neck. But most of all she missed his presence around her.

And here she was, travelling 10 miles on a bicycle wanting to surprise Jugheadd by making an appearance at his school??? What was she even thinking. He clearly was having the time of his life in a place where he says he fits in and dear god, how many times has he mentioned he absolutely hates surprises?

Betty felt dejection form a lump in her throat. She clenched her hand into a fist and subconsciously let her fingernails dig deeper into her skin and made up her mind to leave.

Betty wasn’t wrong, actually. Jughead was really into Toni Topaz but not exactly how Betty thought it to be. His instincts towards Toni was very and only friendly. It was safe to say that Toni was his only friend in Southside High, going by the kind of social grip he has and jughead indeed enjoyed her company.

But today was different. Today he was distracted. Today, he was missing Betty way too much to focus on any other thing and while sitting with her at the cafeteria when he had let his eyes wander off, they had hitched onto a familiar pastel cardigan and blonde hair tied in a pony tail.

“Betty” Jughead rose from his seat, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile.

Betty stopped in her tracks hearing her name.

Her name, his voice. God it had been so long. She turned to face him breaking a soft smile.

“Why were you-How did you get here!” he spoke, putting his arms around her.

“I-uh” Betty ventured, haltingly. “I just thought I could come and see you. In your new school.”

xx

They held hands as they walked back from school to Jughead’s new home. It was a trailer that one of his mates from the Serpent’s group offered to him after he was asked to evacuate the previous one, for security purposes. Betty hadn’t spoken too much on the way. The thought of Jug and that girl from the cafeteria throbbed in her head. At one time, she even considered she could be over-thinking. And it wasn’t like Betty and Jug were girlfriend and boyfriend. Truth is, they never got a proper closure to what was going on between the two of them.

“D-did you do all this with her?” she finally spoke, cutting whatever Jughead was talking about midway.

He failed to grasp what she was talking about and stared back at her with a puzzled face.

“Walk back home with her” she shrugged, her eyes already brimming with tears. “Hold hands.”

“Betts” Jughead stopped walking. “What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about?” she said, now fuming. “I am talking about your new high school romance with whoever she was you were sitting with.”

Jughead smirked. “Betts, you getting jealous?”

It did not take time for him to realise. Betty Cooper was indeed jealous. Jughead hadn’t seen this side of her before and he wouldn’t lie, he was kind of enjoying it until he saw her eyes well up.

Betty dug her nails deeper into her palm and let blood trickle down her fingers. She was having a hard time controlling her tears already and on seeing Jughead smirk, she broke into tears immediately.

“N-no. It’s -just” she said, her voice breaking as she looked away. “All these people they are with you every day. They get to be around you every day. And I don’t.”

“Oh Betts” Jughead engulfed her in a hug. He thought she’d rage and hurl words at him but instead when she started crying, he felt remorseful about trying to draw amusement out of her state previously.

“Juggie, I miss you” her voice muffled as she spoke into her chest, her tears staining his dark green t shirt.

“I missed you so much Betty.” His words came out as a whisper as he breathed out, trying to absorb her warmth into his body as they remained like that in each other’s arms outside Jughead’s battered trailer.

xx

Jughead pulled away from her lips and attacked her neck, earning a low squeal from her as she arched her neck, letting her head drop back exposing more skin for him to reach. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, the cardigan already sinking on the floor. He was leaving marks in all the places his mouth had been- under her jawline, her neck, the hollow of her collar bones and the flesh of her chest and by the time he got rid of her peach lacey bra, he had her squirming beneath him as they lay on the couch, Betty’s head resting where the back rest meets the arm rest and Jughead cornering her into position as his body hovered over hers.

His thumb brushed over her breasts taking his own sweet time when he reached her aching nipples.

“J-juggie” she moaned out his name. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, she shuddered.

“Its been so long” she struggled with her words as Jughead continued with his entrancing attacks paying absolutely no heed to what she said. His hands had kept hers locked, pinning them down on either sides of her head.

This was torture. She needed to feel his weight on him and his skin on her fingers. Betty tried to wriggle out of his grip but in vain, he was too strong and he wouldn’t budge.

“P-leaase” it came out as a whimper. She was losing her mind.

“Please what?” Jughead’s voice vibrated on her chest.

“I want to touch you” she said, the frustration clear in her voice. He chuckled letting go of her hands allowing her to tug at his t-shirt and then complying as she tried to pull it off him over his head.

She noticed how the muscles on his abdomen had toned as she ran her hands over them feeling the texture of his skin on her fingers. She put her hand around his neck and rubbed slow circles on his nape as her hips rocked rubbing herself on his stiffening cock. She knew how much this turns him on.

She let out a throaty giggle on hearing him growl.

“You’re gonna regret it so much now” he whispered.

“Sit up.” He instructed. Betty had lost her ability to think so she complied whatever he asked her to do. Jughead pulled her into his lap with her back towards him. Betty’s skin flushed. She spread her legs even without him asking her to. The red of her face had now spread till her chest and god, she was dripping for him. His hand slipped in through the waist band of her matching peach panties and rested on her opening. Just rested there feeling up her warmth, not moving. Not even a bit. He could feel her throb under his touch and wasn’t he enjoying it.

“Jug-OH” she gasped as his finger nipped at her clit encircling it in slow agonizing circles. His other hand was on her chest kneading into the flesh of her full breast, his fingers deftly rolling her nipples which were now flushed red and sore. She moaned, this time in pain and Jughead instantly eased his fingers realising he was going too harsh on her. Causing her discomfort would be the last thing he wanted to do especially when they were making love. Betty relaxed her head on his shoulders and turned so that their lips could meet and when they did, she nibbled on his before giving into a full mouthed kiss.

Betty pictured their present situation in her mind. Jughead without a shirt in his denims, his slumped laxly on the couch with his hands wound around her toying with every intimate spot on her body and herself splayed across him as exposed as she could be only with her undies on. The thought of herself in such a compromising position with him made her leak. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his stiff member rubbed against her hips.

“I-“ she gasped, breaking from the kiss. She was out of breath and incredibly turned on. It had been so long, she was afraid she’d not last a minute longer. “Juggie, I need you! Please”

He needed her too. If Betty was thinking he hadn’t missed her and he hadn’t yearned for her every night lying on his bed, she was wrong.

But today he was in mood to play.

“Jug please. Stop doing this to me” she groaned in frustration as he pushed her back to their previous position, cornering her on the couch and proceeded to go down her body, sucking on the supple skin of her stomach and tracing the biting softly at her belly button. He pulled her panties off her waist and dragged them till her ankles which Betty quickly rid.

“Just one taste, Betts” he muttered before dragging his tongue across the length of her slit in one long motion.

“Fuck! Juggie –I don’t think I can last long if you keep doing that.” She found it difficult to structure proper sentences. She had lost control of her senses. Her breathing was erratic and her insides twitched every time her clit came in direct contact with his tongue. Betty’s toes went rigid as she struggled to hold back, curling them and dragging slowly across his back.

“You see, Betty” he spoke, in between striking his tongue at her entrance. She squirmed and wriggled in her position which only resulted Jughead hold her thighs down apart firmer. “This is how I feel all the time when you’re not with me. Smothered and out of breath.”

Betty was afraid she’ll pass out. She was a quivering mess under his uncompromising assaults and she didn’t care. She wanted more. Betty had never been edged to this extent before. Usually, Jughead would give in to her pleads after teasing her for just a little bit but today he seemed he had no plans to stop.

“And if you think anybody else in this whole freaking world can make me feel the way you do” he stopped to suck in her juices that were dripping all over the place now. “You’re very wrong Betty Cooper. Do you understand?”

She hysterically nodded a yes fearing, begging him to take her on the couch as deep as he could with no holding back, no inhibitions.

To her extreme gratification, he finally let her thighs go and rose from his position.

“I love you so much” he croaked, lowering his face closer to hers. Taking her hands in his, he kissed the scars on her palm frowning when the acidy taste of blood hit his tongue. So this is why she didn’t rage. This is what stopped her from hurling words at him previously.

“I am so sorry, Betts” he looked into her eyes. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I love you, Jughead Jones. More than you can ever know” her eyes glistened. She could cry.

Betty’s toes had started tugging at the ends of his blue jeans. She wanted them off him and he knew better than to tease her any longer. He rose up and unbuttoned his pants and in one swift motion he pulled them down along with this boxers.

“C-can I?” he asked for permission before thrusting in to which she only growled in agony. He pushed into her opening slowly at first, pushing as deep as he could go. No sooner, they had picked up a rhythm. To and fro, in and out. Betty accepted his thrusts unreservedly, wrapping her legs around him. No inhibitions. She was losing integrity as the pooling sensation intensified at the pit of her stomach.

“God you’re so freaking tight!” He felt her insides clench around him as he continued his motion. “Betty I am going to-” before he could complete his sentence, she had pursed her lips on his not only giving him permission to finish but also letting know that she needed release too.

When they came, they came together in one intense wave of orgasm rippling through their bodies. Jughead’s body rocked with hers as she involuntarily rubbed her legs against him. Soon, he relaxed his weight, balancing himself on his elbow and sliding to one side.

“That was” she started but Jughead finished her sentence. “The best sex ever?”

She laughed. “Never knew delayed sex could be the best sex ever.”

“Are you saying we should stay away for weeks before I finally get to be indecent with you?” he asked, arching his eye brows.

“You know, just for the feeling” Betty smirked.

“I am sorry I don’t think I can stay away from my girlfriend for this long again” he spoke into the crook of her neck, his voice still hoarse from their afternoon ordeal.

Betty frowned, still keeping the smile plastered. Jughead looked at her questioningly on seeing her frown.

“You just said I’m your girlfriend” she blushed.

“Are you not my –I mean, don’t you want us to be that way?” his eyes widened and heart hammered

“Juggie” she whinged. “Yes, I obviously do its just that” she stopped. “What was that all about? You and that girl at the cafeteria”

“You mean Toni Topaz” he answered. “We’re great friends in school Betts. She has been of great help and with a lot of things around school. But if it bothers you so much- “

“Juggie, no” she shook her head. “I’d never want you to –I trust you. You need friends” she smiled, cupping his face. “I don’t know what happened to me I just –I overreacted. I am sorry.”

“Its okay Betts" he smiled. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that part even a bit.”

Betty rolled her eyes and looked outside. It was evening. When she looked back at Jughead his eyes were closed and his lips wore a smirk.

She got up from her place and walked over to this particular chair on the other hand of the room and picked up his Serpent’s jacket.

“Hey Romeo”  she leered. He looked at her.  “Drop me home?”

Jughead smiled at what he saw. Betty in his Serpent’s jacket. Only in his Serpent’s jacket. These were the times Jughead regretted saying he hated surprises cause this girl right here was blowing his mind.



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I Will Not Lose!

Words: 6290

Genre: Fluff (maybe a bit too much haha), Magic!Au

Summary: A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.  

Originally posted by bangts

Jeon Jungkook…

Sitting in the center of an intricate alchemy circle drawn with chalk - on the floor of Jungkook’s living room, you can only begin to question - how did this even happen?  

The mess had started with some sort of argument you had with him weeks ago. It was vague in your memory, only certain fragments were still intact.

“Y/N…She’s really beautiful isn’t she?” You overhear Jimin’s voice.

“Meh.” Jungkook answers with a shrug.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Trimberly - jealous Kim and maybe a little bit of angst

You got it! 

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Tommy Oliver.

New kid. Tall. Brunette. Green eyed (appropriately). Surprisingly Popular (suspicious - no new kid had a right to be popular). Green Ranger (very suspicious). Tomboy. Straight-A Student (so why detention??? Also suspicious).

And the absolute bane of Kimberly Hart’s existence. 

The moment Tommy had arrived in detention, Kim had smelled trouble. Because not only was Tommy gorgeous, not only was Tommy funny, and athletic, and intelligent. 

Not only was Tommy Oliver basically perfect in the cut-throat adolescent world of High School, but Tommy Oliver was charming. Kim hated charming people. She especially hated them right now. Because right now, Tommy fucking Oliver was flirting with Trini. What’s worse? Trini was giggling. And blushing

And Kim couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. 

She’d been flirting (haha see what she did there? Pathetic) with the idea of asking Trini out for months. And really, who wouldn’t? Trini was damn near perfect. She was kind and intelligent and funny and absolutely gorgeous. 

And she was far too good for Kimberly Hart.

She was too good for the ex-cheerleader who was this close to being labeled a sex offender. She was too good for the girl who got so defensive over her own actions, she punched her ex-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend so hard without powers that he’d lost a tooth. She was too good for the girl who was so emotionally stunted she’d kept them all from morphing until Billy had died.

So no, Kim wasn’t good enough for Trini. But she wasn’t positive Tommy Oliver was either.

“You trying out your laser vision again, princess?” 

Zach’s amused drawl broke through her staring contest with the back of Tommy’s head. 

“Huh? We don’t have laser vision, doofus.” 

“Well you’re definitely trying to melt the back of poor Tommy’s head. What did she ever do to you, huh?” 

Kim glanced away just as Tommy shifted to reveal a surprisingly bashful Trini. 

“Oh.”

Kim sighed. Sometimes she thought the only one in their group who didn’t know about her pathetic crush on the Yellow Ranger was Trini herself. 

“Yeah.” What else was there to say? She didn’t have a chance with Trini, she knew that. And Tommy really was a good sort. Mostly. And hey if she could make Trini smile like that, who was Kim to get in the way? No one, that’s who. 

She feels Zach’s gaze on her, but she refuses to look up. She doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. She doesn’t see the thoughtfulness in his gaze, or the way his eyes flick between Trini’s furtive looks in Kim’s direction, and Kim’s hunched shoulders.

….

Trini slid next to Zach in their English class with and grunted out some form of greeting as she rested her head on top of her folded arms. She had a massive headache and really just wanted to do some yoga on her rock. She was not looking forward to debating Shakespeare for the umpteenth time this year with a bunch of pimply hormonal teens.

“’Sup, Crazy Girl.”

Grunt.

“Got a headache?” 

Shrug.

“Got anything to do with a certain green friend of ours?”

Head tilt, murderous glare.

Students were settling into their seats as the teacher wrote their assignments on the board, and told them to choose partners to go over the next Act of Hamlet. Zach payed the rest of them no mind.

“Funny thing, I think Kim’s got a headache for the same exact reason.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, it speaks!”

“Shut up idiot.”

“Ouch. Words hurt, you know”

“You don’t have enough brain cells to be offended by my awesome snark.”

“Damn, fine. I won’t tell you what Kim said earlier when Tommy was all over you.” 

“What the fuck, Zach.”

Zach buried his nose in Shakespeare and ignored Trini’s glare. Finally, she rolled her eyes. 

“Fine, o amazing Black Ranger. I only insult your awesomeness because I cannot even dream to match it. Alright? Just tell me already!”

Zach smirked. “Someone’s eager. And just how much Shakespeare have you been reading, Trinity?”

She kicked his shin under the table, hard.

“Call me Trinity again and you’ll wish Rita was back.”

“Ok, ok, jesus, leave my bones intact, Crazy Girl! I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but - and I say this with all possibly love - but damn girl you’re oblivious. Even Jason figured it out, and you know that’s saying something.”

“Figured what out?” Trini was getting more confused by the second, and it wasn’t helping her headache in the slightest. If Zach didn’t get to his point soon, she’d punch him and deal with going to the principal’s office happily.

“Kim’s got a gigantic gay crush on you, Trini.”

Trini blinked. “Huh?”

It was Zach’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Girl, the only thing that even comes close to your crush on Kim, is her crush on you. We both know Tommy just likes to flirt - especially with you, because you blush so easily when a pretty girl is paying attention to you -”

Trini kicked his shin again with a hissed “Hey!”

“ - Ow! What? It’s the truth! Anyway, I don’t think Kim’s realized that Tommy’s flirting is harmless when it comes to you. I mean hey we all know she’s got the hots for the hottest member of the team. Moi.”

Another kick. “Ow! I’m going to the police. This abuse is just unwarranted.”

“Zach, for fucks sake, please get to the point.”

“I thought I had? What’s that glare for? You need me to spell it out? Kim. Was. Jealous. Kim. Likes. You. Idiot. No accounting for taste, but - HEY!”

“Zach, Trini, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

“No, Ms. Morris we were just, uh, having a disagreement over the meaning of a passage.”

Watching Zachary Kwan trying to appear innocent was not a pretty sight, but luckily, their teacher just rolled her eyes and moved on.

“What did I say about the kicking?? Jeez. And here I am, trying to help you out. Some friend you are.”

“Aww poor wittle baby. Suck it up, bitch.” 

Trini was quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“You’re not pulling my leg? Kim’s really into me?”

“Dude you’re like, Wynonna Earp level oblivious.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Definitely an insult.” 

“Rude.”

Tommy’s next flirting target two days later, ironically, was Kim. 

Their training session for the day had ended, and they were all relaxing and nursing various bruises and scrapes under the coolness coming from the lake above the pit. Trini, observing Tommy’s flirting process, personally thought that the award for Wynonna Earp obliviousness should go to Kim, who hadn’t realized yet that Tommy had been flirting with her for the past half hour.

Trini had conducted her own experiments over the past two days to see if Zach was just insane or if his claim held any merit. She’d found, to her surprise, that he might, in fact, in some weird twist of fate, be right, and she’d been trying all morning to come up with a way to ask her fellow ranger out. 

And then Tommy had butted in, and Zach had been smirking at her for the past half hour, and winking every time Tommy said something even remotely suggestive. Now, glancing from Kim to Zach one more time, he waggled his eyebrows and tilted his head in a clear dare. Trini Alverado was not one to ever back down from a dare.

Taking a fortifying breath, she left her perch atop one of the rocks in the pit and stalked over to Kim and Tommy. Kim brightened at the sight of her, giving Trini butterflies, and Tommy’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam. 

“Hey, Tommy. Kim, I’m really sorry about this.”

Kim looked confused, and Tommy looked amused. 

“For what?” They voiced the query at the same time. 

Taking another breath, Trini grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled the taller girl down so she could press her lips to Kim’s.

She could hear Zach’s whoop of laughter, Billy’s clapping, and Jason’s cheering in the background as she felt Kim’s startled exhale of breath against her face. A tentative hand threaded itself through her hair as she felt Kim move closer to her, press more firmly into her lips, and heard Tommy’s quiet chuckle next to them.

She pulled away from Kim, a small smirk on her lips and took a few steps backwards.

“We should do that again some time, if you’re interested.”

With a thrust from her legs, she propelled herself through the lake, hoping Kim wouldn’t be too far behind.

BTS Reaction: You having a pet baby iguana (requested)

Sorry this took a bit longer than expected. Sorry for any errors.


Jin/Kim Seokjin:

“And this is my bedroom!” you said, showing Jin your bedroom in your new apartment.

“Wait! What is that?” Jin asked, pointing to the terrarium in the corner of your room.

“My terrarium…”

 “But what is in it?” he asked and he went up to the glass.

“My iguana. Her name is ______.”

“But when did you even get it?!? I helped you move out of your old place and like, there was no iguana! Not even talk about getting one!”

“Things change when you leave on tour for 3 months Jin.” you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah… Can I hold her?”

“Sure!” you pulled _____ out of her terrarium and held her out for Jin to hold.

He was hesitant at first, laughing nervously as his hands came closer to her. ”Wow!  She feels weird but cool!” he giggled as he brought his arm to eye level and try and make eye contact with _______. “You know what would be cute on her?”

“What?”

“Hold her again for a sec.” 

You did so, staring at him in confusion as he grabbed a sticky note from your desk and tore it in half.

“What are you doing?”

“Wait.” he mumbled as he folded that paper. “Got it!” Then he went up to you. “It’s a bow!” 

He smiled as he placed the paper bow on _________’s head. _________ kept still, completely unphased by the bow.

“She looks so much cuter now!” he cheered.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga/Min Yoongi:

“So this is your place?” he smirked as he walked in to the door way of your apartment. “And this whole time you were hinting that you lived so far away!”

“Well when you are as lazy as I am, everything feels far away.” you said as you threw yourself onto your couch.

You patted the empty sat next to you, inviting him to sit down.

“So what other secrets do you have?”

You laughed a bit. “Well my apartments isn’t exactly a secret.” 

“Aish, let me rephrase that. What other things did you mislead me about?” he asked jokingly

“…I have a cow.” you smirked.

He raised his eyebrows at you. “ A cow? How the fuck do you have a cow in this apartment?”

“Its a baby cow.” you giggled

“Nah, you’re laughing, that means you are just messing with me!”

“I’m serious!”

“Then show me!”

“I will! Give me a second.”

You ran to your room, gently picking up your iguana and walking carefully back to the living room. “Here she is!” you beamed.

He turned around to you. “That’s not a cow, that’s a lizard!”

“She is an iguana. Female iguanas are referred to as cows… So I have a cow.”

He slapped his hand over his face. “You are just too much for me.” he groaned playfully.

You moved your iguana close to his face. “You want to hold her?” 

He slid his hands down, trying to make eye contact with your pet “cow”. “Well, she looks cool so I guess so.” There was a slight smile in his face. You could tell he was trying to hide his excitement. 

He held her carefully, running his finger down her rough back. He let out a small chuckle, so small you barely noticed. 

“This thing- Your cow is pretty cute.” he smiled

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:

“So this is our third date, what other superficial fact do I not know about you yet?” he asked after taking a sip of his drink.

You contemplated what other tiny things about yourself you were willing to reveal. You took your time doing it, laughing to yourself as you saw him getting antsy.

“C’mon, I just told you the embarrassing speech I made in middle school, the least you can do is try to change the topic.” 

You laughed, replaying the story in your head. “Ok ok” you giggled as you stuffed your mouth with fries, stalling to actually think of something. “Ummm… I… I have have a pet iguana!”

“An iguana?”

“Yeah!”

“An actual iguana?”

“Yes! Haha, I have an iguana. It is a little baby.”

“Why don’t I believe you… I need proof!”

“Well,I could drag you over to my place,” you smirked. “But I don’t feel like doing that just yet. I do have pictures though!” you said as you pulled your phone out.

“What, pictures from google?” he giggled.

“Shut up!” you laughed, nudging his shoulder. You opened the folder you had of you and your little pet and shoved your screen in his face. “Look at these!”

He took the phone from you. “Oh shit! An actual iguana! I never met a girl with a pet iguana before.” He said as he zoomed in on the first picture of you with your iguana on your shoulder. “You know I used to have a reptile phase when I was a kid” His voice drifted.

“Yeah? You ever look into iguanas?”

“Yeah… You know, there are great swimmers.”

“Oh really? What else do you know?”

“They can survive falls of 40-50 feets with no injuries and they can hold their breath and stay underwater for 28 minutes.”

You just stared at him, amazed by his brain “Wow, you are more of a nerd than I thought you were!” you giggled.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jhope/Jung Hoseok:

“Why didn’t you tell me you got a new pet?!?”

You shrugged at him, “I wanted to surprise you I guess.” you said with a sneaky smile.

“What kind of pet did you get? A dog? A cat?”

“Nope. You’ll never guess. Let me just show you!” You said jumping off the couch.

“A hamster? A fish? A hermit crab?” He continued to guess.

“Just close your eyes!” you said as you went down the hall.

You scurried down the hall and quickly returned with your precious baby iguana, _______. You found Hoseok with his hands slapped over his eyes as he eagerly waited for you.

“Ok, I got him! Open your eyes!”

He did so and quickly his bright face contorted into a look of horror. He let out scream and jumped over the back of the couch.

You couldn’t help but laugh hysterically at his reaction.

“Y/n, what the fuck?!?” He shrill voice overpowered your laugh as he peeked over the back of the sofa.

“Hobi, you should have seen your face!” you cackled.

“Shut up! Go put that thing away!”

“But don’t you think he’s cute?!?” you asked as you moved up to him,

He quickly jumped up and backed away form you. “Cute my ass! He is cool from a distance, but not an inch away from my eyes!”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” you said finally catching your breath.”I’ll go put my little baby away so you don’t have another heart attack.”

Originally posted by ineedakpopgif

V/Kim Taehyung:

You turned the keys to your apartment and opened it up for Tae “And here’s my place” you told him as you let him look around a bit “I’m going to start cooking the ramyeon, feel free to look around” you say and disappear into the kitchen. 

He walked around your apartment, finding all the cute details endearing. Like the picture of you two at the amusements park, the random stone with ‘don’t be a stone’ carved into it really he thought, and lastly a terrarium with an iguana…

Hold on.

AN IGUANA? He’d press his face close to the little lizard in the terrarium, starting to speak with it. “Hello little one, and what’s your name?” he’d talk like if it was a little child. 

You hear his voice and wonder if he’s talking to himself, just to walk in on him making weird faces at your pet iguana _______. 

“Uhm… What are you doing?” you say while giggling. 

“Y/N!” he shouts and turn around “Why didn’t you tell me you had a pet iguana?! It’s so cool!” his eyes were sparkling like a kid’s on Christmas.

“I don’t know, it just never came up? And his name is _____.” you tell him. He smiles returning his gaze to the terrarium “Hello____. My name is V” he says and puts up two fingers. You roll your eyes at his silliness but chuckle nonetheless. 

“Can I like… pet him?” he asks and you nod “Of course” taking _____ out of the terrarium and putting it in his hands. 

He’d just look at you, then _____, then back at you.

“I love him” 

Originally posted by sugaa

Jimin/Park Jimin:

You let Jimin in your place and immediately his eyes caught something. “There is a lizard in your living room!” Jimin’s eyes were glued to your pet iguana that was resting on the arm of your love seat.

“Haha yeah that is my baby iguana, ______.” You said flopping back down to your seat on the couch.

Jimin stayed in place, just standing and staring at your iguana. 

“You okay Jimin?”

“Uh, yeah… Just looking at the lizard… making sure he doesn’t move around anywhere.”

“He won’t move. Just come sit down, the drama is about to start.”

He awkwardly went around your whole couch, avoiding the short path that involved walking past _______. Still he kept his eyes on ______.

The drama started, but throughout the whole episode, his eyes constantly flew over to your iguana.

“You are really interested in _______ arent you?”

“It’s just, he barely moves… Its like he’s fake…. Why do you even have a lizard?”

You shrugged. “Why not? He’s adorable.”

Again his eyes flew over to ________.

“You aren’t scared of him are you?” you asked teasingly.

“What? No!”

“You want to hold him then?”

“Um… Nah, I just want to see the next episode.”

“You at least want to pet him. I can see it in your eyes.” you teased again.

“Eh, I guess I c-can pet him.”

You went up and grabbed _______ and went back over to Jimin. “Go ahead, pet him.” you offered, holding your baby right up to Jimin.

He let his hand out, but then pulled away really quick. “He doesn’t bite right?”

“Actually, he does. He loves eating little worms, so when you pet him, don’t let your fingers get too close to his face.”

“What?!?”

“I’m kidding!” you laughed. “Oh my- Jimin, iguanas mostly eat fruits and plants and all that.”

“Ugh, you jerk!” he laughed. Again he moved his hand towards _______. Well, not his hand, just his index finger.

After what felt like hours, his finger finally made contact. He only moved his fingers ½ an inch down _______’s belly before he pulled away. “Woah, his skin is weird!” he smiled. 

“You can keep petting him. You can even hold _______ if you want.”

“…I’ll just keep petting him for now.” Jimin said in concentration as he slowly moved his finger down ________’s back. 

Originally posted by jihope

Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:

>>[7:44 pm] Where are you?

 

>>[7:45 pm] Well you  better hURRY, I have a surprise ;)

>>[7:45 pm] Yeah blame others for you not planning well enough…

>>[7:46 pm] And HEY don’t text and drive 

You giggled to yourself a bit as you read his message at the table while taking out your pet iguana, ____, from him terrarium.

The knocks on your door let you know it was Jungkook and you ran up to open it.

“Hellooooo” you said in a sing-song voice. 

You knew you threw him off already. He looked at you warily “What have you done?” he asked while squinting his eyes.

“Nothing” you said innocently as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

He squinted his eyes some more, moving his face closer to you “I’ll believe you for now” he backed up a bit “Now where’s that surprise of yours?” he asked while looking over your shoulder trying to see inside your place.

“Ok hold on, uhm…” you start “stay here” you say as you ran to the bedroom. “Wait… Where’s _____?!?”  You thought as you didn’t see him in the terrarium. “Oh no!”

“How’s it going babe?” you heard Jungkook’s voice from the hall.

“Uhm… Wait a minute!” you said as you started to check under the tables, behind books and other things. 

“Is everything alright?” you heard him ask again as he walked into the room, no even bothering to hold his hands over his eyes for the surprise.

“Well… okay no. So my surprise kinda… uhm…” you looked at him before diverting your eyes and searching for _____ again. 

“Go on” he told you while chuckling a bit “My surprise ran away…” you said, more as a question to yourself. 

Ran away?” he repeated

You sighed deeply “Yes, he ran away… Will you help me look for him?” you asked quickly, continuing to check under different pieces of furniture and clothing. 

“I’d love to… If I knew what I was searching for” he said and giggled as you facepalmed.

“If you see a little green iguana, about this size” you showed him with your hands “it’s ____” 

“Hold on iguana?” he questioned and gave you a look. 

“Yes an iguana, now help me find him!” you say angrily

You heard him sigh before he moved to help. “There porbably isn’t even an iguana, this is a trick.” he grumbled to himself

However, it didn’t even take 3 seconds before you heard “Is this him?”

You turned around to see him holding ____ in his hands. “Aren’t you cute?” he said, looking into the reptile’s eyes. 

“H-how did you? W-Where?” he just looked at you with a very serious face before;

“Babe, I am the golden maknae.” he smirked. “But I guess now you can call me the lizard man, a top notch lizard whisperer!” he said and broke into a silly smile.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Whatever.”

Originally posted by iweedugirl

-Admin Boat and Admin Satellite 

Confession

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jin X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary/Request:  the reader has had a crush on Jin for ages and just never told him - but she goes out of her way to help him out with stuff. In this instances, helping him prepare a buttload of food for a party even though she’s not the greatest cook and accident prone

Originally posted by 1oyalty

——Group Text: Bangtan Babies——-

3:12 P.M. 

Jiminie: Y/N~ 

TaeTae: She stopped responding to us…

Nams: She’s probably getting ready since she’s coming over to see Jin for the party. 

Jiminie: Hmm. probably. Do you think she’s gonna do it?

Hobi: I’m rooting for you ,Y/N!

Yoongs: You guys are so noisy, she’s probably ignoring the group chat

Taehyung: Like Jungkook?

Jimin: Why does that brat never come in here..

The cute ringtone began to lose it’s charm after the millionth time it had gone off in the short time you were trying to get dressed. You stopped to stare at yourself in the mirror, looking at the outfit you had specially picked for tonight. Taking a deep breath you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the right thing to do, but if the boys were encouraging it then you assumed it was a good sign. Today, 4 years ago, was the day you and Jin had first met. You hadn’t planned to tell him how you felt at a party but the timing felt right. It wasn’t like you would be completely devastated either, since you were happy enough to have him and the rest of them smiling around you. Something had just changed in you and you figured you had owed it to yourself to at least be honest with him.The whole group was stoked about the new comeback, along with the newly broken records, and although they were tired, they agreed to the staff members they would invite them over as a thank you. 

As you grabbed your things to leave your place, you were able to read up on the group chat you had missed before. You couldn’t help but laugh at their undeniably chaotic messages.

——Group Text: Bangtan Babies——-

3:37

You: Well i’m on my way to help cook for the party so i’ll see all of you dorks soon.

Nams: …Y/n…Cooking..?

Hobi: This is the power of love

TaeTae: Ah this party is going to be a mess-

You: wtf i’m not even that bad!

Jiminie: Maybe we were a bad influence…

Nams: I thought we agreed for the better of the world we would both stay as far away from the kitchen as possible.

TaeTae: The world is ending!!

Hobi: ???

Jiminie: lmao

You: Alright, Alright you can stop. I’m here already so one of you answer the door.

Yoongs: on it

Hobi: You were still reading the messages? Ah, you really do just ignore us

Yoongi looked you up and down as he stood in the familiar dorm doorway. You got a glimpse of the smile he was trying to hide. Your eyes narrowed in on him, following behind him as he lead you to the kitchen.

“What?”

“Hmm? Nothing, nothing.” Yoongi assured, gesturing his arm towards the door before heading off back to his room.

You pushed open the door to find Jin with his back towards you while he was trying to read the recipe out of the book, apron wrapped neatly around his figure. It instantly brought a smile to your face. 

“Your assistant is here!” You called, forgetting how childishly scared he got.

Jin’s shoulders flinched, turning around so fast it almost scared you. When he realized who it was, he tried to calm down, placing his hand over his chest. 

“God, you scared me..”

“Sorry…I’m a little late too.”

He shrugged, going over to the closet, pulling out an apron for you. 

“It’s okay, this stuff can be prepared pretty easily so we don’t need as much time as I figure.” He assured. 

You reached your hands out for it but he ignored them, going behind you. Feeling his figure hovering behind you felt safe in a strange way but you knew it was connected to the romantic feelings for him that you had been hiding. You wished he’d just wrap his arms around you instead, putting his face right in the crook of your neck comfortably-

“Can you lift your hair up for me?” Jin asked.

“Huh?- oh! Yeah, sure.”

As you did as told, his arms draped the cloth over you, putting your head through the loop. He smiled, tying the strings further down on your back.

“What did you think of the MV? I’m pretty cool, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.” 

The sound of  Jin’s fake annoyed scoff from behind you was followed with him laughing at your odd answer. It was so easy to mess with him.

“You guess? What does that mean? I was the most handsome one in that mv!”

You snorted at his immaturity. 

“I know. I know. You’re the most handsome guy in the whole world. You’re the coolest! Oh my god, I can’t even believe i’m standing next to someone like you. Please, go easy on those less fortunate than you!” You joked.

Jin cracked a real smile again, turning you around. 

“Should I?”

Suddenly you felt yourself staring at his eyes for too long, taking in the moments you had missed for so long. They were so busy you didn’t see them much lately and you weren’t sure if this was really the time to tell him. Although, the thought of him going off and finding someone else sometimes soon was a painful one. If you didn’t do it today, who knows who could steal him away from you. He stood directly in front of you but he still felt so far away. 

It seems as though he noticed you no longer playing around, looking at you more seriously. His eyes shifted down to linger at your lips for a split second but the moment slipped through your fingers as new words escaped his lips.

“You ready to help me?”

“Okay, what do you need me to do?”

Walking over to the counter he had everything already laying out for the two of you, sorted by each thing he had planned out for the two of you. If the members knew you couldn’t cook you had no idea how it had slipped past Jin so easily.

“Well, for now I already preheated the oven but I need you to get me some eggs from the fridge while I start on this. After that you can help pick which flavor you want to make from these choices.”

With a nod you were already racing towards the fridge,grabbing the handle with no caution whatsoever, and pulling it open to find what you had been asked of. When you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket you tried to hold the carton of eggs in one hand, the other pulling your phone out to check your messages. As if gravity had a personal grudge against you, you felt the carton slip from your arms and practically splattering all over the floor and your socks. 

Jin’s shoulder flinched again as he heard the loud noise, looking over at you. 

“Ah….Y/N. Now what are we going to do? You and Namjoon seriously are way too alike.”

“Shit. Sorry, i’ll clean it up.” Grabbing paper towels you started to clean up your mess but as you reached up for a second one the whole roll moved the bowl in front of it off the table completely, letting more ingredients fall to the tile flooring. Jin just sighed, coming over to you.

“Now everything is on the floor! It’s okay, I’ll clean this up. Do you think you could run to the store for me to buy new stuff? You don’t have to pay for it, here. Just come back quickly, okay?”

You felt so dumb for knocking everything over and you now knew how Namjoon must have felt when he continuously broke things around everyone. Especially today of all days you had to act like this in front of him.

“Yeah, sure. I’m sorry-…I’ll just go. I’ll be back!” You called after yourself, running out of the house to instantly open your phone.

——Group Text: Bangtan Babies——-

4:58 P.M

You: Wow okay, I fucked everything up.

Hobi: What happened?

You: Well, I spilled half of everything on the floor, annoyed him twice, and I think I made him uncomfortable earlier. This is a mess…

Jiminie: He gets annoyed about everything

TaeTae: Yeah, he’s old

Nams: I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, Y/N

Yoongs: What did you do to make him uncomfortable??

You: I think I was staring a little…but he just changed the subject completely 

Hobi: Want me to go to the kitchen to talk to him?

You: no! It’s fine. i’ll just fix it and buy everything

Hobi: Whatever you say

As you were walking back to the dorms you felt your phone go off once more and you wondered what more did they have to say, wondering if it concerned you. You slid the bags of groceries down your arms so you were able to read your phone properly.

——Group Text: The seven dorks——-

Nochu: whoa, Y/N is going to tell Jin finally?? He needed a girlfriend anyway, he needs to get married soon lmao

Jiminie: …….Wrong group chat….

Nochu: Oh shit… 

Nams: You can’t hear it but I sighed just now

Taetae: The one time you show up in these things and this is what you contribute? At least it wasn’t me lol

Your eyes scanned over Jimin’s reply, stopping you in your place. You clicked the group chat that included Jin and the one without, trying to come to terms with this reality. If you could hurry back in time maybe Jin wouldn’t be able to read it and as you started to run towards the dorm, you tried to come up with some sort of plan to explain if he did already read it. It took minutes for you to come racing back and ringing the doorbell.

Right when Jimin opened the door for you, you ran past him and back into the kitchen. Breathless,you set the groceries onto the table to find Jin still reading through his cook book. You weren’t able to tell if he had read the messages yet, having him look up at you from the counter.

“You’re back. That was fast.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t want you to have to wait on me for too long, haha..-”

Casually he just nodded in response, coming over to check the foods you had brought back for him. You followed behind him, not realizing how close you were standing to him until he turned around to face you.

“Oh, did you get change?”

“Huh? Oh, right. Here.” You fished the change back out of your pockets and into his hand. 

“And. uh. I am really sorry about ruining everything before. To be honest, I’m not the best at cooking and I’m a little clumsy.”

Jin titled his head, smiling at you in an amused sort of way. 

“Then why would you offer to help?”

“W-well, It’s been a while since i’ve seen you guys and I wanted to hang out more.”

He put his thumb under your chin, holding your face gently in front of him.

“All of us or just me? I don’t see you visiting the others while you’re here. It’s okay,I know you missed me the most.” Jin laughed, sounding proud of himself as if he considered what he just said as cool. 

Even you rolled your eyes, knowing he’s just messing with you. 

“Yup, i’m going to go play something with Taehyung-”

“Oh come on, I was kidding! I missed you too.”

The words had you locked in, but Jin was just focused on continuing his plan for the party as he kept cooking and preparing everything. You walked over to sit on the countertop to watch him, noticing his phone next to your hand. You tried your best not to gain his attention. 

“Yeah, I’m sure you did, i’m pretty cool to hang out with you know.” You added, reaching your hand over to press the home button on his phone.

It felt as though your heart dropped, seeing he had no notifications for the messages, telling you that he had already read through them. Your face was instantly blushing and you nervously couldn’t even look in his direction anymore. So focused on what he might have been thinking when he read it, you didn’t even hear him ask you a question. 

“Y/N? Did you hear me?”

He noticed your different expression and the deer in the headlights look you had going on. 

“What’s wrong?”

He must have not mentioned it when you walked in because he was hoping you wouldn’t bring it up either. Maybe he was hoping you wouldn’t say it because he didn’t feel the same and didn’t want to let you down. The negative possibilities easily started to out weight their opponents as you felt your own tears hitting your legs underneath you. 

“I-I’m sorry, I think I forgot something at the store-”

Before you could slid off of the countertop, Jin stopped you, putting his hands on both sides of you.

“Wait, talk to me. What’s wrong? Did I hurt your feelings earlier? I wasn’t mad or anything.”

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry.I don’t even know why I started crying. I’m fine, really.” You said as you tried to quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks, feeling even more like an idiot. 

“Is it because Jungkook ruined it?” He asked, moving his head in front of your gaze so he was able to fully look at you.

Hearing him acknowledge it struck you in surprise as you could only look back at him. You shook your head.

“You would have known either way and maybe this was better. I don’t have to hear you tell me that you don’t like me back but at least I got my answer. As long as we’re still friends, it’s okay, right?”

“You wouldn’t have heard it anyway. Am I that bad at flirting?”

“By flirting did you mean, hand kisses and winks that you give you everyone?”

Jin nodded, knowing you were right, trying to come up with something that would prove how much he likes you more than everyone else.

“But wait did you mean-”

“How about a real kiss?” He suggested, making you a blushing mess once more.

He hands were already propped up on the sides of you and his face was only inches away from yours. The thought of it already had your heart pounding in your chest, feeling your hands clench. 

“-…that you like me?”

Jin’s handsome smile appeared again as he watched you stiffen in front of him at the words. Even for him it was too cheesy of an atmosphere and he turned his head away from you to snicker. You took notice to how red his ears were, knowing he’s practically all talk. He faced you again, trying to shake off his own nervousness.

You felt his fingers slip past your hair, grazing your neck until he held it gently to pull you closer to him. You closed your eyes as he leaned in closer to you, feeling his warm lips against yours. Casually you let your arms fall around his neck, feeling him deepen the kiss first.  Before you could enjoy any more of it he pulled away only enough to speak. 

“I didn’t say anything, not because I was going to reject you, but because I wanted to hear you tell me you liked me. I wanted to see your face when you said it to me and so I could tell you how much I liked you.” 

You gave him another quick kiss. 

“How much do you like me?” You teased.

At least now you had gotten your answer, and even if it wasn’t how you expected to tell him, you made sure to thank Jungkook for his mistake.

“I like the things you do more than I like my own face or cooking, or the rush I got from performing. I liked you when we hung out the first time at the coffee shop across the street and I liked you the last time we hung out when you cried into my chest about missing all of us before he went for the months long tour. I liked that you would always listen to me play the guitar for you when I was still learning, and I liked that you would try whatever I made for you when you came over and complimented me all the time. But you, I was in love with you.”

If Revance ~Papa is an Idol~: Igarashi Kota

“The one I love the most in this world is…
As I thought, I won’t tell you.”

After tying the knot with Kota, becoming husband and wife for a few years. ♡ A daughter who looks just like Kota named Ai is all over papa at all times… Although you wished to have some alone time with Kota, they always seem to get interrupted, on the other hand, Kota doesn’t seem to mind at all, casually playing his games during his off days as usual.
One day, a battle arises amongst Ai and Kota—!?

SUMMARY (CONTAINS SPOILERS):

And lots TONS of screenshots. NO KIDDING.

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Into You

pairing: phillipa soo x reader

request: If it’s alright, could I request a Phillipa/Reader where the Reader is the standby for Eliza and really looks up to Pippa? And they’re like always clinging onto her and it’s so obvious that Pip has a crush on them but the reader is naive and oblivious? Sorry if that’s weird, it’s the first thing that came into my mind. Thank you in advance!

summary: Reader is a standby for Eliza and she quickly become great friends with Pippa, but it doesn’t take long for reader to realize she has feelings for Pippa.  

warnings: literally nothing I don’t think i swore even once

words: 2080

a/n: Here’s that pippa fic that i promised! I’m sorry it took so long, but it’s here and now I get to watch all the gatsby scenes I want to haha! 

tags: @bluesnowyangel and @hamrevolution


When you joined the cast of Hamilton as a standby for Eliza, you didn’t expect to be welcomed into the family with such open arms. Phillipa went well out of her way to make sure you felt at home in your new home away from home and even went as far as to give you a personal tour of New York City.

Before you knew it, you and Pippa had become the best of friends and were practically inseparable in every way. At every after party or celebration, instead of visiting with Jimmy Fallon or The Roots or even any of the other cast members, you stuck right by Pippa’s side like glue, and she did the same. It was a friendship made in heaven; as far as you two were concerned, nothing could go wrong.

But all good things hit a bump in the road eventually. It didn’t take a terribly long time for you to realize that your feelings for Pippa weren’t strictly platonic, and that lead to a knot tying up in your stomach anytime you were with her.

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Sneaking Around--A Jonerys Ficlet

So my friend @sweetorganza had a very specific request for a ficlet of Jon and Dany getting frisky in his childhood room at Winterfell, and Dany teasing him relentlessly about what she finds there haha. I hope I was able to deliver it mixed with some fluff :) Also on AO3.

Disclaimer: This is 100% pure, triple-filtered crack. As in, I know it’s ridiculous lol. Enjoy!


When they finally arrive at the room Dany urges Jon in ahead of her, biting her lip with anticipation. All night she has wanted to get him alone, and they’ve been at their cups for hours waiting for the others to find their beds. 

Inside, she leans back against the heavy wooden door until she hears it shut with a thud. Jon turns to face her, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks her up and down. Dany’s long hair hangs loose about her shoulders, shining with moisture from the storm that nearly caught them in the yard. Her lips are stained crimson by the Dornish vintage she’d been enjoying over dinner and her fine silk dress nearly matches, the rich burgundy fabric cut to flatter her figure. The way Jon is raking his eyes over her makes her feel bold and alluring, and she likes it.

“Am I really the first girl you’ve ever brought to your room, Jon?” she teases, her lilac eyes twinkling mirthfully.

“Yes,” he replies shortly. Dany can see his cheeks color slightly at the question. That doesn’t deter her.

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Lure | Min Yoonji

~First fic for the kreativewritersnet AU Bingo event!~
Pairing: Min Yoonji x reader (fem!Yoongi x reader)
Genre:
siren!au, angst (??)
Words:
1.8k+
Warnings:
character death (???)
Notes:
finally, a drabble!!!!!!!!! I know I am meant to be writing 10000000000000000x other things but I just wanted to write this, u feel?? I hope you like it! I still have more Min Yoonji to do in the future so look forward to it! Next in the au bingo will hopefully be Selkie!AU Jin!! ((i did the lil sketch below!! none of the gifs really fit haha))
[edit.] I read Kittae’s drabble like a week before this (was already planning to write this) so some themes may unintentionally be similar.

You’re alone on that island but at least there’s Min Yoonji there to keep you company.

|| Masterlist ||


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Freaks (angst, fluff, what the hell is it)

Title: Freaks (Vernon/Hansol)
Genre: Fluff, angst
Words: 1.9k
A/N: This is the first and original fic for the Call It What You Want request/fic so you’d find some similar parts or lines because both were based from one song. I thought this wasn’t good so I stopped writing it at effing one in the morning and wrote another again. But I am a really bad critique to my works so it’s all up to you to decide whether it’s good or bad. Enjoy!

p.s The closest thing I’ve been to a relationship is fake dating (haha, why is my life like this?). I had this absurd crush on someone but then I had to transfer schools, it’s what I often do before. One day, he asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. He did it through chat. We don’t do anything intimate, he’ll just use my name to present as his girlfriend to his friends. People would gasp thinking he’s dating the girl who currently goes to this fancy school. It sucked so much, I felt like I was just hurting myself so I broke it off after a week. There was nothing to break anyway.

Originally posted by soniathearmycarat


Heavy smoke and different hues of light filled the house, reeking heavily of alcohol and cigarettes. EDM blared throughout the house. In the middle of the room, amongst the bodies of dancing people, were a group huddled together. They were slightly drunk too, red cups in  hand and cigar stuck between lips or some type of drug in their tongues.

A bottle was spinning in the center. Everyone stared at it with anticipation. It’s mouth stopped in front of a handsome, light-brown haired boy. Everyone erupted in howls of cheers and mock support.

“Hansol,” the hostess, Mina, said, his name rolling off her tongue. “Truth or Dare?”

The rash boy slurred, “Dare, duh.” He enjoyed the cries of satisfaction from his friends. It was just a game, he’d get over it. That’s the tip: Don’t take it seriously.

She grinned like a Cheshire cat, silently laughing, “I dare you to date the school freak for…hmm, three months and you’ve got yourself five bucks.”

The whole group oohed at the dare, looking at Hansol with anticipation. Was he a quitter or a winner?

Hansol hid his hesitancy with a smug smile, spreading his arms, “That’s it? Done.”

“Crush her heart real good, okay?” Mina laughed. Hansol didn’t say anything as he downed in his red cup.


You were in the library when someone sat in front of you. You didn’t see who it was because you had your book open in front of you and you weren’t interested in putting it down just yet. But what made your eyebrows knit together was the fact that someone sat in front of you. Nobody ever goes near you. You were the school’s universal cooties. The booger from The Wimpy Kid. Why though? All because you weren’t Mina’s friend anymore. It didn’t matter though, you liked being alone. Besides, school was almost over. You were finally graduating from this hell and moving to Seoul where you’ll finish up college to appease your parents until you find yourself a job and earn enough to disappear from everyone’s worlds. It was simple. Just put on a mask.

“Go away.” You gripped the hardcover tightly. Didn’t he know who you were?

“Why?” A familiar voice says. Hansol. You knew his voice, he was Mina’s on and off boyfriend, he was the school’s most popular boy. He was trouble.

“Because you’d get the cooties,” you finally said, shutting the book close and looking at his brown orbs.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s not like you own the place,” he said, smirking. Hansol was, you had to admit, very attractive. He made your heart flutter and deep scarlet tinted your cheeks.

“It’s not like you’re going to read, anyway,” you raised an eyebrow, gesturing at his empty hands. Hansol looked surprised but then his lips returned to his signature smile.

“Okay, you got me,” Hansol raised his hands in defeat, earning a smile from you. Bingo, a voice said inside him.

“What do you want?” you accused.

“Hey, slow down, I’m not like that.”

“Shut up, you are. Everyone knows that. So what do you want? My humiliation? My homework? My report card? My money? What?” Every sentence made Hansol wince, making him remember the reason you were Mina’s choice of girl for the dare. You were stone-hard and she hated you.

Hansol didn’t really know about you. All he knew was that if he ever got close to you, he won’t be everyone’s boy. He’d be reduced to nothing. It was survival instincts making him swerve to the opposite direction when you were walking his way or something.

“I just…” he looked at her sheepishly. “I wanted to ask you out on a date?”

You were stupefied, blinking at him. You and Hansol? On a date? It was absurd and ridiculous, “What kind of sick prank is this?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Hansol quickly said. He looked into your eyes and slowly took your hands. “It’s just that…I think you’re going to be fun to be with. And you seem like you have a whole other world inside you. I mean, when I look at you, I see your eyes wandering around, every single thing interesting you. And I think I’d like to know you better.”

Hansol knew he had said the truth. He did have his eyes traveling to your daydreaming face, wondering what you were thinking about. He didn’t have an explanation for that, it just happened. He just got bored from the lecture.

Your expression softened as you took your hands away from his, “Okay, just one date. But after I finish what I’m doing.”

Hansol eagerly nodded and you chuckled and you put the book in front you again, hiding the big smile in your face and the relieved one in his.


“This is amazing.” You say as you finished your blue cotton candy and moved into the line with Hansol. He, too, was giddy as he looked up to the enormous roller coaster. After being in almost all the rides in the amusement park, you and him were ready to take on the feared roller coaster.

“I know,” he agreed. The line moved and they were in front the two boys who run the monstrous ride. They stamped matching smiley faces on your wrists and led the two of you to your seats, strapping you and him. The vehicle started to move and both your heart rates went up.

Hansol and you were staggering as soon as you stepped out of your seats, hair disheveled but laughing. “That was fun, Hansol,” you laugh and Hansol was about to agree when you lost balance making him instinctively wrap his arms around you. Each others’ eyes interlocking.

“Sorry.” You push yourself away from him but Hansol still held your arms.

“Huh? Why? You’re warm,” he smiled and you smiled back. Maybe, he wasn’t what everyone said about him. Maybe he’s just Hansol, the sweet and charming guy in front of you.

You and Hansol tried to hide the excited heartbeats, slightly blushing when your eyes met. It was unbelievable.


That night, Hansol tossed and turned, your smile stuck in his mind. He knew, for the first time, everything didn’t feel like a game anymore. And that he didn’t want it to be a game, he wanted it to be real. He wanted to take it seriously.

He turned over and took his phone to send a text to you.

Today was fun. Are you up for another date?

You replied only a few minutes later. One word that filled Hansol’s brain with fireworks: Sure.

The preceding dates were different from the former ones. Water skiing, movies, Italian restaurant, pizza parlor, sky diving…so many different dates filled with conversations. Ever since, he’d been walking you to school and home. It didn’t stop there.

He would walk with his head down across the halls and you’d be caught in a trance. But then he would look up to catch your gaze, winking at you. You were the only girl he saw among the hordes of open-mouthed girls. And you’ve never felt so loved like this. It was absolutely a beautiful feeling.

Time went fast. As the weeks slowly ripened into months, love and warmth replaced the chill inside your heart. Your hypothalamus betraying every denials of love. But as the time went by, so was three months. Hansol felt his heart slowly sinking and breaking every time he saw Mina’s smug face around the corner.

“Time’s up, Hansol. When are you going to break up with her?” Mina said as soon as Hansol opened the door. His eyes widened as he looked back at you who was lounging at the couch, snacking on the popcorn he had prepared for the date. Swiftly, he closed the door behind him, stepping forward, and finally looked at Mina.

“I…can’t…” he looked down.

Mina scoffed, “Come on, it’s not that difficult. Just tell her you want to call it quits. You do that all the time, Hansol. Forgot it?”

Hansol’s mouth stayed shut.

Mina exasperatedly raised her arms and let it fall, “You’re not seriously in love with her, are you? She’s just a dare! Come on, Hansol, don’t be foolish! Just break up with her. It was just a dare, right?”

Hansol’s mouth opened but a different voice came instead, “I don’t think he has to.”

Hansol swiveled to you, what he saw broke his heart even more. Your eyes were red, tears pooling your face. Your name left his lips, “Y/N.”

“So tell me…what did she offer in return?” You said and Hansol winced, anger for Mina, for his stupidity, for himself simmered. He felt really really stupid. He was such a jerk.
“Y/N, let me–”

“No, let me guess. It’s probably money, right?” You bitterly laugh, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe. Hansol was once again silent, unable to say anything. “Well, I guess I should go. Better spend your money wisely. I hope it was worth spending time with the freak.”

You tore away from them and ran away, hastily wiping the endless tears with the back of palms. You nearly stumbled so you stopped in the middle of nowhere. You didn’t care. It didn’t really matter, as long as you were away from those liars.

Hopelessness washed over you no matter how strong and firm you tried to be. You give up and sat on the ground, not minding if you looked like a hobo. You strike your chest, it was just difficult to comprehend the different shades of pain and betrayal inside you.

“Y/N…” the voice makes you stiffen, trying to look regal but your sniffles deny it. You look away instead, not wanting to look at the eyes that used to spark up your nights. The boy who made you believe in love. He was such a cruel person. “Y/N…listen to me. I shouldn’t ask that of you but I want you to hear me out. I don’t want this to end, okay? (To which you scoffed when internally you wanted to turn and press a frustrated kiss on his lips.) When I first met you, I didn’t think I’d fall for you. I mean, everyone talked badly of you. By everyone, I meant my social circle. But when you put that book down to look at me in the eye, I guess they all vanished. All their lies gone. I’ve forgotten about my ‘friends’ opinions. I don’t know…when I’m with you. I feel like a better version of me. You’re just everything to me. You light up my world with your smiles, your poor jokes, your books. Y/N…you’re just too good for me yet here I am asking you to not leave me…to forgive me.”

You slowly turned around to see him reduced to tears like you. Your heart clenched, you’ve never seen him cry, you wanted to wrap your arms around him, “Even if people will start judging you? You’ll stay with me?”

“Yes, I’ll stay with you. Who gives a damn about them, anyway?” Hansol knew one right he did these past three months. It was sitting in front of you in the library. It was being in love with you.

“So…what are we now?” you softly smiled. You really wondered what. Your relationship with Hansol was something so different. It felt unique. Far from every other relationships. The freak in the school of relationships.

“I don’t know,” Hansol smiled, inching closer to close the gap. “Call it what you want but I know there’s something real between the two of us.”

Hansol left a lingering kiss on your lips before clasping his hand to yours, both of you running away from the world.

Can’t help | l.h

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

Prompt: Loosely based on the song Can’t help falling in love

Word count: 1,829

A/N: So much fluff you might die


I walked in to see her in nothing but my worn out t-shirt and panties. She was jamming out to some weird remix playing on the radio, shouting her made up lyrics off-key. I couldn’t keep in my chuckle as she excitedly rocked her air guitar and whipped her hair like she was a rockstar from the 70s. I made my way to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her energetic body, making her jump a little.

“Luke. You scared me to death dude.” She breathed, getting tired from her previous “rock show”.

“When will you stop calling your boyfriend dude?” I chuckled, pressing my lips to her sweaty forehead.

“Never.” She poked her tongue out teasingly while running away from my grasp. I shook my head at her childlikeness before rushing towards her, scooping her up and throwing her down onto the couch.

“Alright Titch. I still need to work on some stuff, but I’ll come down soon and help you with dinner okay?” I pecked her pouty lips before walking to my office.

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