my senior will was just made up of in jokes from cheers

NHL!Bitty Part XIII - Gossip Folks

@heyfightme prompted me to write closeted!Jack having to hold his tongue while people talk about Bitty, and this came out. Love ya, babe <3

NHL!Bitty Masterpost

Jack is a year removed from graduation, stroking egos at a Falconers’ silent auction the first time it happens. 

A stern-looking gentleman he only vaguely recognizes rests a heavy hand on his arm and says, “Jack Zimmermann,” with a smile as rehearsed as any Jack has ever had the pleasure of seeing, “speak of the devil, Peter Williams, Centurion Holdings.”

Jack recognizes the name and smiles the way he knows he’s supposed to when he meets someone above his pay grade and shakes the proffered hand; only just noticing the small huddle of gilded socialites waiting to pull him into something uncomfortable.

Jack knows an ambush when he sees one.

“Maybe you can clarify something for us, there are rumors going around that your alma mater made a homosexual the captain of your former team.”

“Excuse me?” Jack says, trying to keep his voice even, though the group is blue-blood drunk and wouldn’t be able to pick up on Jack’s limited social cues if they tried.

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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

Morning, pup. Picking you up.

You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.

After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.

“Uh, mom. What’s this?”

“Your lunch.” she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social life. 

“I’m a senior.”

“I’m your mom. And you know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.” she said handing out the bag to you. “And i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.

“But mooom” You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.

“(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t work.


Another two successive honks.

“Fine! Fine!” you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.

“Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.

“Hey Reg.” You greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do me a favor and eat this.”

“Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?”

“I will murder your sorry–”

“Okay, I get it.” Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. “Good morning to me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank you mama (Y/L/N).”

“Just drive, you moron.” you chuckled.

Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.

“(Y/N/N), can you read that for me.”

“That’s probably from Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.


“I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that shit.”

Reggie barked out a laugh. “Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”

Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie  were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.

“I created a monster.” you sighed.

“Shut up you know you love me.”

“And so does Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. “Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”

“Well, i’m not Mantle the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”

“You are nasty!” You punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your 6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on that bed, Reg, what the hell!”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N), You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but not before giving you a wink. “And, I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me now.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”

You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Fine,” Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle, solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”

(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.

You can love me now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your direction.

“Promise?” You meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.

“Fine-fine, I love you again.”

“Thank God, whatever will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”

“Crash and burn?” You offered.

“Probably.” You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.

“What should I reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“This is why I love you, pup.”

“Yo Reg!” Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.

“Sup man.” A couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.

“Hey bud.” you heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the hells of high school.

Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the help of Archie and Moose from time to time.

“You coming to the game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer. Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.

“Yup, Reggie got me tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough for one of their other teammates to hear.

“Oooh nice. Cheer for me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).

“Watch it, newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.

“Boys,” You warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making further damage.

“Was just try'na be friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.

“Well, start getting the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N) right?”

“Yeah, yeah got it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”

You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.

“See you later, pup.”

“Are you crazy?!” Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to their coach about the new play. “You must have a death wish, I swear—“

“What? It’s not like I asked her–”

“You do not talk to (Y/N), ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”

“What? Is she Mantle’s girl?”

“No, she’s more.” Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”

“Who’s Cheryl?”

As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever, barely giving other people a glance.

“That’s Cheryl Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”

“They’re sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?‘ 

“Sorry, my bad. New kid.”

“Actually, nobody really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever since.”

Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N) in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and Moose on the way to the door.

“Mantle, where the hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near his annoyingly tall figure.

Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily high voice. “She’s not a toy Cheryl.”

“Of course not.” Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.

Reggie sighed. “She’s safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Listen here, dimwit –”

“She’s in her first subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing the door open. “And for your information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s time you start learning that.”


My favorite part about writing for Peter is high school tropes
Like spin the bottle? I’m such a sucker for that trope.
Hope you guys enjoy!

Title: Regrettable
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter meets you, Liz’s cousin, during her party and gets to know you over some small talk and a game of spin the bottle.
Word Count: 1,922
Warnings: food mention, underage drinking, slight “Spider-Man: Homecoming” spoilers
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @kindnesswins @melconnor2007 @mcheung0314 @erikacasarin

Your name: submit What is this?

            "Peter, you came,“ Liz cheered as Peter and Ned walked in.

           Peter gives her a nervous smile, immediately babbling an incoherent reply. His words slow to a stop as you walk up and suddenly all his attention is sucked into you. When you smile at him, Peter gets so nervous that he wants to run out the door.

           "Y/N,” you introduce, shaking Peter’s hand. “I’m Liz’s cousin.”

           "Y/N’s visiting from Oregon,“ Liz adds.

           Peter nods slowly, unsure of what to say. He’s trying not to stare at you completely, but even as Liz beings speaking, his eyes keep drifting towards you. You keep giving him shy smiles when you catch him staring, and Peter keeps blushing deeper shades of red.

           Suddenly, a clatter comes from an adjacent room and both you and Liz grimace. You peer over Liz’s shoulder, trying to assess the damage.

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Reunited Lovers


Anon Prompt: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing

A/N: I am in a Chris Pratt mood today and I finally have time to write after my shitty day.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

Holy shit! You were looking at dinosaurs- actual living dinosaurs.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at the petting zoo enclosure where you were to begin your first day as a carer for the Stegosaurus.

“So you need to keep an eye on the kids as they tend to prod too much and we don’t want Steggy to bite their hand off” your new boss, Josh, joked.

“Has that happened?” you gaped at him.

He laughed, shook his head, and walked off while you stared after him.

“Well I guess I will never know” you sighed and walked into the office you have been assigned.

“Hey Y/N, did Josh give you his scare tactics?” your new co-worker, Jade, laughed as she filed the parent consent forms for the kids playing in the pen.

“He was messing with me? Of course” you shook your head.

You spent an hour setting up your desk and filling out the needed paperwork to work at Jurassic World.

“Come on guys, we have a park meeting to attend” Josh walked in and waved for you and Jade to follow him.

The training center wasn’t too far away and when you got there, the room was buzzing with noise among the 30 or so trainers.

“Oh there`s the T-Rex trainer, Steve. Awesome guy but terrible kisser” Jade pointed to a blonde haired man wearing a cork hat who waved a little too enthusiastically at her.

“Ugh there`s the raptor trainer, Owen” she swooned, “he`s so…hot” her hands waved at the man in question.

Looking over, you freeze. Owen, the one from your senior year of college.

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actually-nerdderek  asked:

nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)

Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.

Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.

He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.

Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.

Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.

Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”

When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.

In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.

With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.

It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.

So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.

But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.

But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.

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Oh My, My, My - III (Bucky Barnes AU)


SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

WARNINGS: angst (just a liiiiil somethin of it) and language… i think….

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is probably the fastest i’ve ever uploaded ANYTHING like EVER so please be very proud of me and hope I stay this way until I finish the series lol
as for my tag list i have 13 spots open. so if you want to be tagged, just let me know! 


Natasha let you raid her closet for something to wear to the party. She was always very honest with you so you knew you couldn’t go wrong with having her help you out.

“Not your style.” She said matter-of-factly as you twirled around in the floral dress.

“How do they even dress up for these parties?” You frowned.

“Well, for one it’s at Stark’s house so you know everyone’s going to dress up to the nine’s.” Natasha jumped out of bed and pushed you out of the way so she could look through her clothes. “Usually jeans, cute shoes, and a cute blouse would suffice at, let’s say… Sam Wilson’s party, but at Tony’s parties you gotta show up looking real nice.”

You stared at her in disbelief, “How do you even know this?”

“I’ve snuck in before.” She shot you a wink and she pulled out a black dress from her closet, throwing it to you.

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Bound To Happen (Part 5), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,686

Author’s Note: Yes, I know the Tony Awards are in the middle of June but I needed to make this scene possible and this is how it worked. Whoops. This makes up for my lack of a Valentine’s Day fic, right? Right?

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Things are happening in this one, though.

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“Today’s the day.” Lin stormed past you, stride confident and determined.

“Good morning.” You offered, trailing after him.

Today’s the day.” He repeated, stopping in his tracks just as he made it center stage. He glanced around for a moment, taking in the thing he had created. He looked at you, his eyes shining with something you only momentarily saw on stage.

“Today’s the day.” You confirmed, noticing a majority of the cast had collected onto the stage as well. Tommy Kail was striding from his office with a group of producers in tow.

There was more money among his little posse than you would ever see.

Tommy’s face was wet and soon everyone else’s were as well. He held up a crumpled sheet of paper.

“Is that it?”

“Straight from the office.” Tommy told him, just as Lin snatched it away. The yellow color of the pages signified the importance.

Lin scanned over the page, thumb brushing over each word.

“Thirteen.” He sighed, “Thirteen Tony nominations.” He watched as the cast erupted in cheers, embracing and laughing and standing in disbelief because this wasn’t something that happened everyday to people like them.

The producers were sharking hands and offering congratulations, and Lin swept you into his arms before he could stop himself. The stack of papers you had organized in your hands were on the floor in a pile, but you didn’t move to collect them.

Suddenly the entire team was around you, but all you saw was Lin grinning down at you, repeating ‘Today is the day’ in a hushed voice, as if this day was just for the two of you to share.

“Who are you using your extra ticket on?” Mandy asked conversationally, fingers running through your hair. Eyes were on you - the person who trailed after Lin and didn’t seem to do much else. There was no talk of boyfriends or girlfriends or any friends outside of the theater.

You smiled at the idea of having a secret identity away from these people who tried and failed to pry information from you. Maybe you fought crime - or committed them?

“Nobody. Considering selling it on E-Bay.” You shrugged, knowing that your joke could easily be a reality and make your rent payment a little smoother.

“And your dress?” She pushed further.

“I have the one from opening night.”

The women in the room gasped and you suddenly wished you hadn’t taken Lin up on that break he offered you. Mandy’s fingers tugged a little harder on your hair.

“You are not wearing that dress again, didn’t you say it was your Senior Prom dress?” Karen’s eyes were bearing into your soul, it felt like.

You didn’t answer - which was an answer enough for them.

“We are getting you a new dress and a date.”

The dress was an easy choice - something satin and pale in color that looked oddly similar to your prom dress but with a heftier price tag.

The date was another thing entirely. Within the month before the awards, you had shuffled through a handful of guys - and one girl - from Mandy and Karen’s black books. None appealed to you in the right way and eventually you were starting to lose hope.

Not just hope that you would find the right person to attend the event with - the hope that you would find the right person in general.

As the day rolled closer and the dates began to stop, you found yourself dreading the awards night more than anything else. You would be all dolled up in a room full of important people with amazing partners alone.

You decided five minutes before you were supposed to leave for the pre-party that you weren’t going. You left a hurried voicemail on Mandy’s machine, something about the snow and a headache and every single excuse you could make in the span of a minute.

Dressed in your gown and with pristine makeup that took a little longer than you were proud to admit - you drank a warm beer on your couch with Sesame Street paying in the background.

The snow was falling lightly outside and you could only imagine how warm the club the cast was currently in could be. Drinks and laughter and love were probably filling the air and you could spit at the idea.

“Remember we’re on a Broadway budget here - not too many drinks, please?” Tommy called to the group as another round was ordered. There was already a buzz and they hadn’t even walked the carpet yet.

“It’s a celebration!”

“Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked, eyes darting over the crowd the club provided.

“She’s not coming. Something about the snow and a headache and life in general.” Mandy was one drink in, stirring her cocktail with a tiny straw. “I called her six times but no answer - I don’t think there’s any getting through to her.”

“She’s not coming?” Lin asked, dumbstruck. Mandy nodded. “Is this about the date thing?”

Nobody spoke, all waiting for Lin to do exactly what he should.

“Okay. Guys, grab your coats. Ladies, order another round on me.” Lin fished in his pocket and slammed a bill on the bar, tossing back the final sip on his drink. “We’ll meet you at the theater.”

“Where are you going?” Karen called after his retreating form, the gaggle of men following his determined steps.

“I’m gonna kill her.”

You were halfway finished with your beer, rummaging through your pantry for an opened box of Girl Scout cookies you swore were still in there when you heard a thud.

You paused for a moment, waiting for another sound.

Thuds echoed through your entire apartment, and you nearly tripped over the length of your gown trying to find the source.

The sounds led you to the window of your living room - the visual of snow pelting the glass signaled someone trying to grab your attention. You worked the bottom of the window, shoving it open and having to dodge a snowball in the process.

The buzzer was broken - of course the buzzer was broken. Lin groaned as he retreated from the steps of your apartment building.

“Dude, where is your jacket?” Alex asked Chris, who was standing shivering in the snow.

“On my wife.”

“Why does your wife have your jacket?” Questioned Tommy.

“Sometimes you have to give up your jacket and develop hypothermia for the people you love.”

“Buzzer’s broken.” Lin sighed. “She’s not answering her phone either.”

“Looks like we’re breaking in.” Andy shrugged, already taking a step towards the door. A hand on his chest stopped him.

“We are not breaking in.” Lin pushed him back to the group, “I got this.” Lin pivoted back to your building, shouting your name at the top of his lungs.

“Don’t forget we have to perform today.” Chris chided him, hand on his shoulder.

Lin surrendered his yelling and instead found himself packing snow into his hands, wailing it at your illuminated window. The rest of the guys watched as his attempted throws narrowly missed and decided to help him out.

Soon, all four men were chucking hastily made snowballs at your apartment as their cab driver sat and watched, the toll slowly ticking higher and higher.

“What the hell are you doing?” You shouted down to the group of giggling men.

“Get down here!” Lin shouted back, quite a bit louder. “Come on!” The rest of the guys joined him.

You succeeded, slamming your window shut and slipping on the shoes you had perched by your front door. They crunched the snow as you descended the steps of your apartment building onto the empty street.

Lin’s coat was immediately wrapped around your shoulders.

“What are you doing here, you guys should all be on your way to the awards.” You shoved his chest gently.

The other guys stood in the back, making it rather obvious they were watching closely. They shared looks, each wondering is this going to be the night?

“Not without you.” Was Lin’s immediate answer. “It wouldn’t be right. You’ve been with me longer than any of these assholes.” His thumb jerked back to the guys, “You deserve this night more than any of us do.”

“Lin, I’m not in the mood for this right now.”


“You guys should go enjoy your night and I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“You don’t understand-” Lin stopped himself, the wild rush of adrenaline he had been feeling on the drive over coming to a sudden halt as he took you in. “You look amazing.”

For the first time that night, you smiled.

“I’ll be your date tonight.” He insisted, gloved hands holding yours as you clenched them in the cold. “This is a night of celebration and happiness and the only way I can do that is with you standing next to me.”

You considered this for a moment, before looking over Lin’s shoulder at his merry little gang.

“Hey, guys.”

They all called back equal responses. Lin held out his arm to you and you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn away. You linked your arm in his as your friends climbed back in the cab, mumbling words on how happy there were you would be joining them.

“I’m sorry you did all this for me, on your big night.” You whispered to Lin.

“None of that.” He told you, arm squeezing a bit tighter, “You’re gonna have to sit on somebody’s lap.”

You piled into the car, your half finished beer long forgotten on your kitchen counter. Lin, as he was in your everyday life, was right by your side the entire night. You watched as he accepted a Tony Award and pointed at you from the stage, rhyming your name expertly in a perfect couplet.

Your lousy dates and prom dress was in the very back of your mind, and at the forefront was Lin. Not just the Lin who was making his dreams come true that night, but the Lin from all those years ago who had a dream and decided to bring you along for the ride.

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character: lai guanlin

genre: fluff

style: paragraph

summary: guanlin borrowed you his jacket because you forgot yours, but because of that, everyone thinks you both are dating

“Great. I forgot my jacket. Again.”

You let out a loud sigh as you got out of your apartment and the cool breeze starts to touch your skin.

If you went back inside to grab it now, you’ll definitely be late for school and you’ll receive a free ticket to detention.

“This is the third time this week,” you mumbled to yourself in disappointment while crossing your arms together.

The cool breeze wasn’t the perfect kind. It was the cool, that sent chills to your skin. You didn’t know why it was so cold. Considering that it was already summer, you expected it to be a little warm.

The wind blew your baby hair away from your face that failed to stay tied up with the ribbon of your ponytail.

“I guess it’s no jacket day, again,” you softly spoke to yourself as you walked in the direction of your school.

But, as you made your way to school, you felt something wrapped around your shoulders, covering your freezing arms.

It was the school’s basketball team varsity jacket.

“Had a feeling you might have forgotten it, again.” Guanlin let out a faint chuckle as he walked beside you.

You turned to look at Guanlin who was walking beside you, looking like he just woke up and didn’t comb his hair. But, he still looked good.

“I don’t need your jac-”

“Yes, you do. You’re freezing,” Guanlin interrupted you.

“What about you?” You asked with a frown.

“I’m not that cold,” Guanlin answered.

You sigh in defeat and just thanked him as the two of you walked to school together quietly.

Your relationship with Guanlin wasn’t complicated. You guys were good friends, but you weren’t close friends. You had your own group of close friends, and he had his.

Occasionally, your group of friends and his would hang out together because you guys were childhood friends, and one of your friends was dating his friends.

In terms of feelings, you definitely liked him more than just a friend. But, you didn’t want things to grow awkward. So, you would rather keep your love for him be a secret.

“Umm, are you going to stay back at school today?” Guanlin broke the silence.

“Yeah, I have student council meeting today,” you answered.

“Oh, then let’s go back together later,” Guanlin offered.

“Why the sudden offer?” You asked curiously.

You were surprised by Guanlin’s sudden invitation to go back together. It wasn’t something you did everyday, but you were happy.

“I don’t want to walk alone,” Guanlin answered. “But, if you don’t want to, then it’s alright.”

“I was just asking, Guanlin,” you explained. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

Guanlin let out a little laugh and showcased his gummy smile perfectly.

“Anyways, what time do you finish?” Guanlin asked changing the topic.

“Not sure, depends on the president. You know how she is,” you answered with a sympathetic smile.

“If you finish before me, wait for me at the basketball court, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded with a shy smile. “What about your jacket?”

“Keep it,” Guanlin answered. “I’ll take it when we get home.”

As you entered your classroom, you went straight to your table and rested your head on your hands, that were crossed on the table.

You were a little sleepy because you slept late last night, thanks to your good friend, Somi, who was talking about her crush all night. 

“Aye, y/n, you didn’t forget your jac-Is that Guanlin’s jacket!?” Somi, who had a really loud voice exclaimed, making everyone in the room grow quiet and turn to look at you and Somi.

You sat up, ears turning red from embarrassment by Somi’s question, but tried to play it off cool.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot my jacket,” you explained. “So, Guanlin borrowed me his.”

There was not a single word spoken after that, by anyone. Complete silence.


“Y/N AND GUANLIN ARE DATING!” One of the boys exclaimed.

The entire class began to “woo”-ing and giving teases to you, as your entire face grew red.

“What!? No! We’re not!” You denied. “He’s just borrowing me his jacket. We’re not dating!”

Some of your classmates began to “boo” at you because they think you’re lying.

“But, it’s true! Just ask Guanlin.”

“Guanlin likes you, though,” one of his good friends, Seonho, who also plays basketball, informed - which made the class “woo” even louder and your face turn redder.

Because of how loud they were, you basically gave up and let them do whatever they want. You knew that whatever you said now wouldn’t even work.

However, your mind couldn’t help but replay Seonho’s words. “Guanlin likes you, though.”

Was he lying to hype up the class, or was he telling the truth? It would be nice if he was telling the truth, but who were you kidding? There were so many girls that liked Guanlin - especially the seniors. The chances of Guanlin liking you was 1/1000.

When school ended, you went straight to the student council room. 

You made sure not to wear Guanlin’s jacket this time. Not wanting the same thing to happen. Instead, you just held his jacket in your arm.

However, you forgot about it after the meeting ended. Making everyone in the student council tease you.

“Ooh~ Y/n, are you dating Guanlin now?” Sejeong asked with a smirk plastered on her face.

“What? No, of course not,” you answered with a sigh, knowing exactly why she asked that. “It’s because of the jacket, isn’t it.”

“You look cute in his jacket,” Euiwoong complimented.

“It’s just the school’s basketball team jacket, what even, Euiwoong?”

“Why aren’t you guys dating?” Chaeyeon asked. “You guys should be dating.

“Chaeyeon-noona, it’s because they’re both shy and in denial of their love for each other,” Daehwi answered Chaeyeon’s question. “Am I right, y/n?”

You were completely speechless by their words.

“This is bullying. I want my lawyer,” you joked.

“Honey, you need a lawyer. You need Guanlin,” Daehwi corrected you, making you roll your eyes and walked out the room quickly while the others were still packing and talking about you and Guanlin.

You sometimes wonder why almost everyone in your school, acted like little kids.

Guanlin just borrowed you his jacket. It’s nothing much, right?

If that didn’t make you feel embarrassed enough, some of the boys, that were in your grade but different class, teased you a little as you made your way to the basketball court.

“Stay sweet with Guanlin, y/n~”

“Go to hell, Justin!”

“Nice jacket, y/n!”

“You too, Jungjung!”

Not wanting to get anymore teasing, you quickly made your way to the basketball court and quietly took a seat at the bleachers, praying that you didn’t attract any attention. 

You watched the boys play and spotted Guanlin. He looked so good playing basketball, it made your heart beat fast. 

When he had the ball and managed to shoot it into the goal before the coach blew the whistle, making some of the boys cheered in victory.

“Alright, great job boys!” The coach complimented. “Especially you, Guanlin. You’ve improved a lot.”

“Thanks, coach.” Guanlin took his bottle and began drinking as he listens to the coach’s talk with the rest of his teammates.

"If you all can keep it up like this, we’ll definitely win this season. We would give the rest of the team a run for the money. Alright, you’re all dismissed,” the coach said as he grabbed his things and walked out of the hall.

However, before he left the court completely, he turned to look at you, making you jump a little in surprise. “Hello, Ms y/l/n. Don’t think I didn’t see you sneaking in.”

You let out a forced laugh and bowed at him. “Hello, coach.”

“Next time, try not to wear Guanlin’s jacket if you want to sneak into his basketball practices.”

“Yes, coach.”

With the coach leaving the basketball court, the boys all teased Guanlin and you because of the jacket.

"Our boy’s becoming a man!” Dongho said proudly.

“You’re already dating Y/N? Since when?” Daniel asked.

“Woah, you never told us anything about it,” Jihoon added.

“She’s been wearing the jacket since morning,” Seonho added. “Didn’t you, y/n?”

“Um, I…”

You were so speechless that you just stood there with no words coming out.

Guanlin immediately walked to you, ignored the boys’ questions but bid them goodbye, and held onto your hand as he leads the way out of the basketball court.

The walk back to your apartment was awkward. Well, not awkward, but, for you, it was. Especially with everything that’s going on, you couldn’t help but look at your feet, not having the courage to look at Guanlin or talk to him.

“I’m sorry about that, just ignore whatever they said,” Guanlin apologised as he finally broke the silence between the two of you.

“It’s alright.” You gave a gentle smile to Guanlin. “It’s been happening since morning,” you explained with a forced chuckle coming out.

“Really?” Guanlin asked in shock. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make such things happen to you.”

“Guanlin, it’s alright. Really.”

“I mean, I don’t mind them saying that because I do like you a lot, but you don’t like me so…”

The two of you suddenly stopped walking as a sudden silence flew in as you both realised what Guanlin just said.

Guanlin liked you? Did you hear it correctly?

“Um, I’m sorry,” Guanlin apologised again. “I didn’t mean to confess to you or anything. I mean, I did but not right now-not like this-I-I-”

“But, I do like you. That’s why it’s embarrassing,” you interrupted him, acting a little coy.

Guanlin looked at you with wide eyes. “Really? Y-you, like me?”

“Yeah,” you answered with a giggle and nodded your head. “I like you. A lot.”

Guanlin’s gummy smile then appears as his hearts feels like it can just fly to the moon.

“Does this mean you would be my girlfriend?” Guanlin asked in excitement.

“Yeah, I guess,” you answered with a giggle.

“Then, I’ll walk to school again with you tomorrow,” Guanlin said as you guys approached your apartment. “I’ll walk to school with you everyday. And I’ll walk you back everyday too!”

You giggled at his excitement and nodded. “Sure, Guanlin. Anything you want.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye, y/n. I love you.” Guanlin gave a quick peck on your cheek before running off to his own apartment, leaving you there, with your fingers touching your cheeks - trying to process the fact that you just got kissed on the cheek by Guanlin.

You smiled widely as you entered the apartment, went to your house floor and went straight into your room.

Taking out the jacket and placing your bag near your study table, you collapsed onto your bed and took out your phone.

A wide smile appeared on your face when you saw a text message from Guanlin:

Please don’t forget my jacket tomorrow~ 

And don’t forget yours, either ❤️

“Oh! Guanlin’s jacket!” You exclaimed and face palmed yourself for being so forgetful. 

How could you have forgotten that as well?

Yellow: Part 3

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam Winchester is fresh out of rehab after overdosing and scaring his family half to death. High school isn’t the best place to recover, but there’s something about the new girl that gets him through the day.

Tags: AU: High School, punk!sam, Dean is only one year older than Sam, Mary is alive, horribly awkward teenagers with big ole crushes on each other, Castiel is Sam’s therapist, FLUFF

Trigger Warnings: past drug abuse/overdose, self-harm mention, depression

Words: 2361

A/N: Finally, the Sam installment to my Punk AU collection. *Sam is more depressed than scary/angry*

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Professor Styles Part 1 (Harry Styles Series)

Summary: Y/N & Harry meet before college starts, and they start “talking”, then school starts and you find out he’s your professor.

Requested: yes

Warnings: teacher/student relationship

A/N: Thank you to whoever requested this!


Professor Styles

It was that moment that your parents drove away that you felt excited. It’s not that you didn’t love your parents, you did, but you hated high school, and you were so excited to start your own life.  You loved college from the first moment it started.  And now you are entering your senior year in college you felt like a pro walking in. You knew all the places to party, you knew where to go to eat, where to study during finals. So, before the school year starts, when you were an underclassmen, you would go to a frat party, but now you are a senior, and you are 21 years old, so you went to the bar.

“Let’s go girls.” You say to your friends walking into the bar. You and your friends walked into that bar with stunning confidence. That confidence made guys look. You were a group of friends not looking for guys, you were looking to have fun with each other.

“Let’s get out drinks first, and then we will dance.” You friend, the “mom” of the group, suggests.

“Sounds good.” You say, as you and your friends walk up to the bartender.

“Ladies night?” The female bartender jokes.

“Oh yes!” Your very excited friend cheers.

“Alright what you guys like?” She asks.

As you and your friends order, out the corner of your eye, you see a male in his mid to late twenties looking at you. When you look at him he smiles which shows off his dimples, and he gives you a little wave.

“Go over there.” You friend says nudging you, pointing over to him.

“But it’s girl’s night.” You say trying to get out of it.

“School hasn’t even started yet, we will have so many more girl’s nights.” She explains.

“But-“ You try say, but you friend interrupts you yelling jokingly, “Go!” and she pushes you.

You take a deep breath, and you walk over to him.

“Hi.” You say loudly over the music.

He turns around, and smiles seeing that you came over.

“Hello.” He says with a very low voice. To be honest, you did not expect that voice to come out of him.

“I’m Harry.” He introduces himself, putting his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduce yourself, shaking his hand.

After a couple of drinks, you found yourself dancing with Harry. “Dancing”, well, grinding.

“You’re gorgeous.” Harry says in your ear, as you dance on him, his hands on your waist, and your hands on his.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” You says throwing your hand back on his shoulder looking at him.

When you lay you head back on his shoulder, Harry took that opportunity to kiss you, in which he did. Immediately when he kisses you, you kiss him back. You pull back, but when you do, Harry seems disappointed. But you turn around so that your front is to his front, and wrap your arms around your neck, and you kiss him.

You both totally forget that you are in the middle of a dance floor making out, but you don’t care. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and his hands roaming from your waist to your hips. It was starting to get hot, when your hands were tangled in his hair.

“Y/N!” You hear your friend yell over the music.

“Y/N!” You hear her yell again to get your attention.

You reluctantly pull away from Harry, which makes him move to your neck to kiss while you talk to your friend.

“We’re leaving. C’mon.” She says signaling for you to go.

You are girl who sticks to your word that you friends will always come before guys, so you turn to Harry  and say, “I have to go.”

“Noooo” Harry groans out jokingly holding you close to him. “Will I see you around here sometime again?”

“Yes.” You answer, smiling.

“Can’t wait until then.” Harry flirts back.

“Y/N, let’s go, the cab is waiting.” Your friend insists.

“Goodbye Harry.” You say to him.

“Goodbye Y/N.” He says kissing you that will be leaving you to be thinking about him for a while.

“Goodbye Harry.” Your friend says pulling you away Harry, and dragging you out of the bar.

When you get in the cab, you friends drill you about Harry.

“He was hot.” Your friend compliments. “Sorry for pulling you away, it’s just, we need to get home for class tomorrow morning.”

“No, no, I get it.” You say, resting your head against her shoulder closing your eyes.

When you and your friends get back to the apartment, you immediately get ready for bed, set your alarms, and get to bed.

The alarm rings for 9:30, for your 10 o’clock class, you and two of your friends get ready for class. Getting ready for class means putting on sweat pants, hair in sloppy buns, and wearing glasses instead of contacts.

When you get to class, you and your friends find seat in the middle of the lecture room, so you don’t fall asleep in the back, and so that you’re not in the front of that the teacher will want to become friends with you.

When you sit down, and start to put your books down on the ground, you hear your friend go, “Oh my God.”

“What?” You say looking up.

When you look, you see your professor walk in.

“Is that?” You hear your friend start to say, but the professor interrupts her by introducing himself.

“Hi, I’m Professor Styles. I will be you professor for this semester. I’m not much older than all of you, so you guys can call me Harry.”

You look at him in disbelief, your friend nudges you trying to get you out of your trance.

“Y/N” you friend says.

You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to think, all you can say and think is,

“Oh shit.”

A/N: I know I keep doing these mini series, but like this is perfect for one!! Thank you to whoever requested this a long time ago!

three’s company;

summary: the basketball team captain and the bookish loner both have crushes on you. this sounds an awful lot like a movie you’ve seen before. a birthday present for this beautiful woman aging like fine wine, @yongceo.

relationship: choi seungcheol/reader/jeon wonwoo.

genre: high school!au, romance, humor.

words: 9.1k

⇢ warnings: reads like a cliche romantic comedy and that’s exactly what I was going for.

Originally posted by hansols

a/n: this wound up as the theme song for this heh

In your defense, there was virtually no way you could have avoided this fate of yours, and just as equally no way you could have known that you’d be caught in a terrifyingly familiar love triangle between your best friend, Jeon Wonwoo, and his best friend and captain of the basketball team, Choi Seungcheol. But I mean, when had life ever given you a head’s up about anything? Let alone what could potentially be a disaster of rom-com proportions?

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Monty de la Cruz: prom

*warning…no sex scenes but still talk about so idk*

song: pony by ginuwine…the gif goes to this song like 😩 just watch the gif while the song plays and you’ll see what I’m talking about

It was now senior prom I had been waiting for this since freshmen year. I was running for prom queen and I was determined to win. Monty had been helping me run, for some weird reason he hadn’t complained for one second even though he found running from prom king and Queen dumb. Monty had been acting weird all night he started since he picked me up. Typical Monty made sexual jokes every few minutes. But recently it just stopped. I half expected him to say something sexual as I walked down the steps…yes Monty wouldn’t have held back in front of my parents. But to my surprise “you look beautiful princess” came out of his mouth as he handed me roses. My parents stared in surprise to, they didn’t approve of Monty until recently when they finally excepted that he wasn’t just after sex, it was our 3 year anniversary and my parents realized he was a good guy.

We where now at the dance, I walked around my arm linked with monty’s as we went around talking with people. I noticed him staring at my butt a few times but not once did something dirty come out of his mouth, it was staring to worry me. We danced around for a while until I noticed they where starting to play more music that we could grind to. As soon as the song started Monty grabbed my hand so we could sit down. It took me by surprise once more. I quickly pulled his hand back so he was facing me I watched as he stared in confusion.

“What’s wrong babe?” I tried talking over the music. He motioned that he couldn’t hear so we headed towards the hallways.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned.

“That’s what I was asking you, Monty you’re acting strange.”

“Strange how?” He looked at me confused.

“Why haven’t you said one sexual thing to me in like…months.” I sighed. I watched as a grin spread across his face.

“You miss my sexual comments?” He grinned. I rolled my eyes playfully and laughed.

“I miss my Monty…sexual comments and all not this.” I motioned towards him. He gulped before looking up at me with a serious face.

“I-I thought it was bothering you…i don’t know I felt like maybe…you thought I was pressuring you into sex…which I’m not by the way. I heard you talking with Hannah last time about how I’m always so sexual while she talked about all the sweet things clay does for her…and I thought..I thought you looked a little sad like that’s the kind of thing you wanted.” He blushed as he confessed why he was acting this way. I stood there shocked at what he had just told me. I laughed and shook my head I was about to speak up when Hannah came in.

“Y/n they’re looking for you something came up.” Hannah quickly walked over to me. I motioned to Monty to wait as I left to help the prom committee. After I helped them fix the problem I looked around for Monty but couldn’t find him. Suddenly the principal stopped the music and walked up to the stage. I walked out into the hallway. I could hear that he was already announcing prom king and Queen but I cared more about Monty. Suddenly as I was turning a corner I bumped into something hard.

“What are you doing out here I thought you really wanted this.” Monty frowned.

“I want you…sexual jokes and all…that’s who we are Monty. Hannah and clay, they’re cute…they’re romantic but that’s there relationship…and this,” I said motioning at him and I, “this is our relationship and I love it the way it is, I don’t need roses to know you love me…plus I love you’re sexual comments.” I whispered the last part but he caught it because I watched him smirk. I leaned in and kissed him as he wrapped his arms around me his hands slowly trailed down to my butt. I smiled mid-kiss, my Monty was back. Suddenly the music was cut off. We stared at each other confused as we walked back to the gym.

“What’s going on?” I asked Hannah. Suddenly pony by ginuwine started playing.

“Someone messed with the music.” Hannah laughed as everyone started cheering and dancing. We laughed as the principal and the DJ panicked trying to take it off. I grabbed Monty by the shoulders and leaned into his ear.

“Now it’s my turn to make the sexual comments.” I whispered. I watched him gulp.

“Go for it.” He gave me a daring look.“ I leaned into his ear as an interested look took over his face as I started whispering.

Monty’s POV

I don’t know where this was coming from but I loved it. She teasingly bit my earlobe as she finished. I connected our lips as the music was finally cut off. The principal had been so angry the prom ended early.

"I’m sorry you didn’t win prom queen.” I spoke up as we headed out of the school.

“I’m winning something better tonight.” Y/n smirked.

“And what is that?” I smiled.

“You.” She winked as she got into the car leaving me dumbfounded. I suddenly ran over to the drivers side and got in.

“Wait does this mean..” she grinned as she nodded.

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High School Sweethearts (Hoshi x Reader)

Originally posted by mountean

A/N: I’m living for these teacher+teacher AUs!! The request box is open, guys!

Genre: Fluff and a ton lot of teasing. 

Prompt: If our students try to set us up one more time, we should probably tell them we’re already together.” [x]

“They were punching each other because they were fighting for a chair, Soonyoung. A chair.” You let out a long-suffering sigh, “Are we seriously teaching senior high students now? Because they sound a lot more like preschoolers to me.”

Hoshi nodded and let out a sigh too, without looking away from the road. “These kids nowadays… they’re full of rage. A kid from my class last year actually cut off her friend’s ponytail because she didn’t return the pencil she borrowed.”

He made a turn and your car entered the school grounds. “I don’t wanna go to school…” You cried silently when the school building is in sight.

“Now you sound like a high school student.” He jokingly said while parking and you pouted.

It was just another day of work. Well, it was supposed to be just another day of work. You and boyfriend of 4 years, Hoshi, are teachers at the same public high school. He teaches dance and sometimes helps the drama club rehearse, while you on the other hand teach writing and sometimes, you too help the drama club with their scriptwriting. Of course, the students didn’t know about your relationship despite their comments and jokes about you and Hoshi making a great couple together.

Today, however, one of them arrived early enough to see the both of you getting out of the same car. “Good morning Ms. _____ and Mr. Kwon.” She said with a very smug smile.

The two of you greeted her as well before watching her literally ran inside the building in triumph, you muttered a whispered ‘oh shit’ when she was already gone. 

Hoshi shook his head, assuring you that everything’s fine. “Don’t worry, she only saw us together once. It won’t be a great deal.”

Well, guess what? The student who saw you together with Hoshi earlier told her friends, who told their friends, who told their friends. So basically, what everyone was talking about that morning was you and Hoshi getting out of the same car together. Great.

You walked towards your class with slumped shoulders, knowing how the students will start bombarding you with questions all morning. “Good morning class,” You said enforcing a smile.

“Good morning, Ms. _____ !!!” 

Yeap, you thought, even their ‘good morning’ sounds more cheerful than any other school day.

After putting your stuff on the table, you grabbed your signature purple whiteboard marker and started your session. It was first period and some students were already giggling and whispering about ‘something interesting this morning’.

“We are going to write a letter today, to anyone, about anything.” You announced as you wrote ‘Dear …’ on the whiteboard.

The group of girls sitting way back at the classroom giggled and one of them teasingly whispered , “Dear Mr. Kwon…”

“You know I can hear you from up front right?” You shook your head and they laughed louder.

You weren’t the killer type of teacher so students were more comfortable to joke around and chat with you during class. Not little actually came to you after school, venting their thoughts about their schoolmates, even telling you about their personal life sometimes. You were totally fine about that because you knew some students just can’t afford to talk to anyone else and you totally welcome anyone who wants to talk. But on the other side, students know very little about you and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Alright everyone, take out your notebooks and start writing. I expect something with a lot of emotion in it, whether its a break up letter, a hate mail to school, a fan mail, or a love letter. Whatever you want!” The students smirked but did what they’re told to anyway.

You figured you’d read a book to kill time, letting the students write and wander in their own imagination realm. It was silent for about fifteen to twenty minutes until suddenly, someone called for your assistance.

“Mrs. Kwon!” The class joker bursted out.

Without even thinking twice, you answered “Yes?” in response and all hells breaks loose. The classroom which were dead silent a couple of seconds ago went crazy. They were all laughing and teasing you about how you actually responded being called ‘Mrs. Kwon’.

“Oh my god, you-“ Groaning, you buried your face in your hands.

The next periods were pretty much the same, filled with unending teases and comments about you and Hoshi. Finally, the last period’s bell rang and you were free at last. You definitely did not want to hear another student say anything else about your personal love life. Dragging your legs, you went to the teacher’s room, slumping down to your chair next to Soonyoung’s.

“Rough day?” He beamed a smile at you and you broke into a smile too just looking at him.

Nodding, you replied. “We’ll never going to hear the end of this, won’t we?”

“Well, a bunch of girls actually came to me during break to tell me how ‘nice’ and ‘friendly’ you are as a teacher and that they’d really like me to have a partner ‘as loving and pretty as Ms. _____’”

You cringed listening to him and remembered some of your students actually did that too. Telling you how ‘Mr. Kwon is so talented and so cheerful all the time, he dances and sings so well, not to mention how he is so attractive’.

“If our students try to set us up one more time, we should probably tell them we’re already together.”

You were about to yell at him when the principle walks by with a couple of teachers, “It’s about time you tell them, you lovebirds.” She said laughing.

Later that evening when the two of you were heading back home together, a group of students walked past you, giggling and some were ‘secretly’ taking pictures. “Good evening, Ms. _____ and Mr. Kwon!” They bowed a little, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t you think it’ll be a lot easier to call us ‘Mr. and Mrs. Kwon’ from now on?” Hoshi sang, their loud squeals were echoing down the hall as they ran off telling god knows who.

You slapped his arm playfully, “Kwon Soonyoung, did you actually just say that?”

Your favourite dance teacher giggled and took your hand in his before continuing your way to the car.

high school sweethearts - ch. 2: the nicest kids in town

hi sweet angelic beauties it is very late and therefore there are prob mAJOR grammar issues but here this is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love u & hope ur well thank u everyone for ur support because cHAPTER ONE HAS 100+ NOTES !!!!!!!!! im crying and im filled with love pls i hope i don’t let u down & u enjoy this u deserve the best 

in case you haven’t read the chapter one, here it is

summary: first day of school!!!!!!!!!!! let’s make some friends !!!!
word count: 4000+ l m a o
warnings: as per usual it is way 2 long and there are lots of commas & mentions of ~ marijuana ~ lots of snacks and smiles + mentions of AP US History aka APUSH……… lastly, i do Not Abide by normal storytelling tenses so just buckle the fck up pals 

You were here. Well, you were in the parking lot, at least. From the privacy of your car, you clutched your books as you watched the countless other kids make their way into the school.

First day. Senior year. New school, new town, no friends… yet. Right? Fuck.

You took another deep breath.

You! Could! Do! This!

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Chapter Four [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: Your long-awaited college graduation calls for a celebration.

Word Count: 3,005

Warnings: Drinking, slow burn.

Authors notes:  Sab - This was a huge one for us to write (I mean, just look at the word count) and this was a long time coming for us, we hope you enjoy it!

Ren - My latino heart is so happy with this chapter (you’ll soon see it why), this one was a chapter Sab and I were super excited to get to, hope you guys like it! <3

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High school graduation never felt monumental to you. Sure, you’d be saying goodbye to a few good friends, but you still had your entire life ahead of you. You had a plan. Four years at NYU, studying and working to pay your bills. Stephen was an unexpected surprise, but he definitely gave you some stability.

You had a four year plan. Your high school brain tricked you into thinking four years would pass much slower than they did. As you stared at your neatly pressed graduation gown, the cap and tassel sitting on your dresser, you couldn’t help but feel like four years was a simple blink of an eye.

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Originally posted by from-your-ashes

Summary: Secrets are revealed after Bucky comes home from deployment.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: About 1.3K

Warnings: Fluff, cheesy-ness, mentions of the military, uh, I think that’s it?

A/N: Yet another late night one shot! I hope you guys like this one. Feedback is always appreciated and tags are always open!

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(A/N): So, I wrote this shit. Yeah, I know I can do better but I was in a mood for a one-shot that sux. Anyway, I might do part 2 but I’m not sure yet. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary:  (Y/N) got drunk and said her secrets to the one and only Bucky Barnes - the man she had a crush on.

Warning: humor, alcohol, language

Words: 1700+


Originally posted by natpekis


It was rare when the team saw (Y/N) drunk. Most of the time, she would have a wine or two, not risking getting wasted or in any funny mood. This time, it was different.

The best hits of the 80’s were heard in the whole room while the guests were drinking and dancing. It was Tony’s idea to have a themed party. It was for the two White Walkers as he liked to call Steve and Bucky. Of course, he had invited as many people as possible.

Natasha was sitting at the bar with Clint and Bruce, sipping a drink and talking about Clint’s family. All of them wore colorful clothes that perfectly represented the 80’s fashion. The redhead even helped the two soldiers to put on something appropriate.

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Do You Hate Me? (Part 3/?)

Originally posted by kaimilky

A/N: Hey guys! this part will consist of a flashback, this flashback will tell you the origin of the story, I hope you guys will like it. I was writing this while listening to Little Mix - Secret Love Song (sigh), maybe that song could get you into the mood. Enjoy reading guys!

Summary:  (y/n) and Park Chanyeol used to be friends, chat with each other, until one day, he keeps ignoring her, what could possibly happened between them?

Warning: some curse words, mix of angst (mostly angst tho) and fluff, insecurity, grammar mistakes, bad english

High School AU

Park Chanyeol x Female Readers  

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

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touch me (m) | park jimin

summary: a dance-off turns into something with more.. skin

pairing: k.a.r.d.member!reader, reg.!jimin

request:  I’m waiting on the jimin request I sent you about jimin falling for you and you’re an upcoming artist 😍

rated: m

a/n: im starting off 2017 by reintroducing smut to my blog… i realize sex is a beautiful thing, not to be afraid of, and that the chances of any of us having it with these amazing men is slim to none. in no way is this meant to represent park jimin or what he would do as an actual person, but instead is meant to represent an intimate part of him we will probably never get the chance to see lmao. also based off K.A.R.D.

Debut was months ago, but you still got nervous every time you saw how many people were in the audience. 

Stood in a room empty, save for your group members, you hung out by the bar towards the back of the room, nodding your head along to the low bass rumbling from the speakers- courtesy of Jiwoo’s aux cord and Pandora station. Sipping on some odd mixture of Mountain Dew and vodka, you glanced back at the mirror you leant against, making sure you hadn’t messed up the lipstick you were meant to wear for your performance later. It was dark red, as was the whole concept for your debut. Your group, newly debuted from BigHit Entertainment as a mixed-gender, was nervous yet excited for their fourth stage this week. You had a solo, as expected being the leader, and your status as the lead dancer had you running through your moves in your head. 

The door to your closed off section jingled and your eyes shot towards the entrance. It slammed back against the wall and seven sweaty boys jogged into the room, cheering and slapping one another on the backs in congratulations. 

Bangtan Sonyeondan. They were your senior group but you’d grown up with them, being a trainee in BigHit for a little over seven years. Their maknae was a year younger than you and their eldest was only three, and the similar ages made for lots of teasing, jokes, and laughs. They were like the brothers you never had- of course, not including your actual group members, Taehyung and Matthew. 

Their faces were pink and their gasps filled the room quickly. You eyed them all and their fancy clothing- all cuffs and puffy shoulders and lace vests. You smiled, admiring how good they all looked until you came to- 

fuck, he was already looking at you. 

Park Jimin was the one you’d gotten close to over trainee years. He was the first one who welcomed you to BigHit when he was a trainee himself and even through his debut, his trip to America, and his maturing in dance in music he’d stayed as your friend and, sadly, like a brother. His hair had been dyed blonde as their concept for a comeback and you’d be lying if you said the blue contacts he wore weren’t attractive. Everything about him was attractive, though, if you were honest. His jaw was sharp and his nose was irritatingly perfect, along with pursed pink lips glistening with the stylist’s personal gloss, tan yet somehow light (it was the make up, you were sure) flawless skin and ugh

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly at the sight of the five of you. He rushed forward to greet everyone, along with a shining Hobi and a proud Namjoon. You watched him hop around until he got to you, arms extended. “I’m so excited to see your stage!” 

“Us too,” you laughed, trying to hide your nerves behind a red solo cup. Across the room perched next to Min Yoongi, Jimin eyed your drink with one lifted brow, lips pursed perfectly and curiosity sparkling in those irises of his. 

“Don’t be nervous,” Hoseok clapped a hand down on your bare shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. You’d taken off your overshirt upon realizing you’d be waiting awhile for your stage, leaving you in a tight thermal tank top tucked into your army jeans and boots. Jimin secretly admired the way it clung to your curves, smiling softly behind his hand. 

“I’m not,” you admonished with a shaky laugh. Eyes wide at your own words, you took another long sip and hissed when the vodka burned through your nostrils. 

Hoseok stumbled backwards into Jimin and draped his arm over his shoulder. Amused, Jimin looked down at him. “I know what we can do to make everyone loosen up.” You raised your eyebrows, urging him to continue. Hoseok held his hands out like he’d just discovered something monumental, eyes narrowed and mischievous. Behind him, Jungkook was rubbing his hands together deviously. 

“Dance off.” 

You snorted behind your cup. You’d been dancing since you were four years old, taking formal ballet classes up until you discovered trap and hiphop-style dances. Swept away into the world of underground dance at the age of thirteen, Hoseok had been just introduced as a trainee, and everyone knew his name where you danced. Now you were twenty, living in Seoul with your group members in an apartment off Flower Street, dancing and earning money for it. 

You were lying if you said dancing didn’t loosen your nerves. 

“Come on,” Hoseok clapped his hands together and jumped excitedly. By the door, Kim Seokjin laughed and made his way for the bar next to you. He flashed you a wink and poured himself a drink. 

On the couch, your group member Taehyung (for the sake of confusion, you’ll just refer to him as Seph), jumped to his feet. “_____-ah against Jimin-ie. It’ll be hilarious. Street dancer against contemporary.” 

“Ahh,” you shook your head grinning, “I don’t wanna embarrass him.” 

You’d seen Jimin dance street. He was good. No, scratch that- he was better than good. He could’ve battled, even- he danced next to Hoseok flawlessly, and that was saying something. 

Across towards the door, Jimin raised his eyebrows and placed one hand over his heart, “Jagiya, I could destroy you.” 

I wish, you thought to yourself lamely. 

Babe,” you recalled your English-speaking years from your original country, being North America in New York, “don’t flatter yourself.” 

Your nickname for Jimin had all the English-speakers in the room jumping to their feet, hollering and screaming at the both of you. You noticed immediately that Jiwoo had changed the song on the speakers and turned it up, letting the low bass of August Alsina to shake the floor. At this point everyone was yelling at the two of you, calling out one another. 

Jimin held your gaze tightly. His eyes were darker now (was that possible with his contacts?), half-mooned and lips shining in a tiny, teasing smirk. His slender, skinny fingers traveled up to the buttons of his gold-and-black lace vest, undoing each one from his throat until he was removing them from his unfairly-tight jeans. He wore a white tank top underneath as an undershirt, kept in place by his expensive belt. Running a hand through his blonde locks, Jimin stepped forwards, “Well, come on then, princess.” 

Matthew hooted at you from the couch and stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, urging you to go. 

You didn’t want to start- you wanted to see what Jimin was going to bring to the table. Chugging back the rest of your vodka and Mountain Dew, you beckoned him to go first, watching as Seph and Jungkook yanked the coffee table back for more space. 

Jimin’s eyes never moved from yours. He slid to the middle of the room, breaking character just to laugh when Taehyung shut the lights off and began the strobes kept for performances. Silver and purple flashed on the dancer, enunciating every hard muscle exposed through his tank top- yeah, sure he wasn’t going to have a six pack again, like you believed that for a second. 

His legs moved forwards, jerking before they smoothed out into fluid, calculated moves. You tried not to ogle as he slid across the floor, grinding his hips onto the rug (much to Jungkook’s amusement) and smiling sloppily up at you. You swallowed, a vein in your neck throbbing awkwardly at the sight. 

Jimin slid on his knees towards you and stopped, staring up at you with a bead of sweat dripping down his front pec and under his tank top. His eyes were hooded but held amusement and… something else, you couldn’t be sure of. A pink, wet tongue came out to lick his bottom lip and he shook his hair out of his face, mouthing the words your turn

The better half of you, the half that danced and was sexy for this concept and knew what to do to look good, took over the one that was nervous and awkward at the sight of him like that. You set down your empty cup and swept your hair backwards, smirking down at him while licking your lips. Matthew yelled at you and cheered, along with Jiwoo and Somi, who clapped eagerly. 

Stepping forwards, you jerked your leg to the side and followed it, transitioning into more fluid movements before falling backwards and catching yourself on one hand, grinding your hips up into the air. The sounds of your friends screaming for you drowned out against the smooth chords of the song. You could anticipate the next beats and you followed them, experimenting and deciding whether you would drag or rush. At one point you caught Jimin’s eye, holding his gaze as you stuck one leg out and swung your hips back and forth, running your hands through your hair and holding the strands up so they could fall messily back onto your face. 

Jimin’s lips parted, lust written across his face though you couldn’t be sure. He spun across the room towards you and stopped just at your feet, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You sucked in a breath at the proximity, watching with wide, shocked eyes. For a moment you thought he might kiss you but the thought disappeared when he swiveled backwards, feet moving and sweeping across the floor. You stared in awe at every muscle, every jerky and every graceful movement Jimin committed before you. 

Every group member in the room was yelling now, all on their feet and calling at either you or Jimin, urging one or the other to fight back. Your muscles were loose now, whether it was from dancing or vodka you weren’t sure, but you rushed forwards and cut the blonde off from his next move, whipping your hair around so that it could fall into your face. Smirking to yourself, you fell backwards onto one hand and ground your hips up into the air- the move everyone deemed American and the one move you loved to break out. With a sloppy grin on your face you spun around and stuck your ass out, crawling towards Jimin, who was leaning up against the couch, his face glistening with sweat and eyes darker than you remember. 

The door to the room flew open and a woman with a clipboard and glasses hurried in, “K.A.R.D., you’re on in ten. Get backstage.” She eyed you curiously, on the floor and already sweating before your performance. “You should probably see makeup before you go on.” 

You laughed to yourself and hid your face in your hands, suddenly embarrassed at what you’d just done. The music ended and you hopped to your feet, absently wiping at the perspiration on your forehead and hurrying to grab your jacket. The Bangtan boys fell onto the empty spaces you left for them, though Jimin stood by the door, arms folded and rippling as you hurried to makeup. The last one out, no one noticed when he caught you by your bicep and held you in place. 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, frozen. You stared at Jimin in confusion, your chest tight when he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “We’re not finished.” 

Heart pounding, you scurried out of the room, trying desperately not to pass out as you went. 

Jimin took the red cup from Jin and propped himself up on the arm of couch, watching the television screen as the letters “K.A.R.D.” flashed across the bottom. He sipped from the soda Taehyung had thankfully poured him, free of alcohol or anything of the sort, eagerly waiting for the lights to flash on. 

The beat was fairly American, a sort of trap-dance tune that reminded Jimin of the style their own group was going for. He wasn’t sure if everyone else was nailing their choreography or lines, though, because his eyes were glued to you. 

You looked outrageously gorgeous in the outfit, even if it was simple, and the way you danced was so fluid and personalized that he found his lips parting unconsciously. By the time it was your turn to sing, Jimin was on the edge of his seat, watching as you slipped between notes and rapping. His nails dug into the thick denim of his jeans when you turned to roll your hips against Matthew, and he reminded himself to never watch the choreography video. 

The camera zoomed into you and you smiled lazily to yourself, face glistening with sweat and you eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He wondered if you got off on dancing like he did, if you fell completely in love with whatever you were doing so much so that it turned you on. 

“She’s so good,” Jungkook fell into the seat behind him and rested his arm on Jimin’s thigh. “You know she’s close to my age?” 

Jimin narrowed his eyes and leaned back to hit Jungkook behind the head, “Don’t get any ideas.” 

“We killed it!” 

Matthew jogged up next to you, dropping one sweaty arm over your shoulder and pulling you tightly against him. You smiled, high off each other’s excitement and pride, walking alongside his stumbling feet.You knew you’d have to wait a bit before you were allowed to leave so you followed your group back to the waiting room-

“Hey,” popping out of one of the hallways was the one person you’d been thinking about. Jimin appeared, lips curled into a tight, obviously forced smile. He glanced between Matthew and yourself, one eyebrow raised in your direction. “Can I borrow ____-ah for a moment? I wanted to talk to her about the point dance.” 

Matthew glanced down at you curiously, before glancing back up at Jimin. You swallowed and nodded your head understandingly. “I’ll be back soon,” you reassured you group, who’d all stopped now to watch the interaction suspiciously. Squeezing Matthew’s arm reassuringly, you stepped closer to Jimin, arms folded over your chest. 

He watched until everyone had filed into the room before his fingers closed around your wrist. In one fluid, powerful movement Jimin had pulled you into an empty dressing room, one you didn’t even know existed. You stumbled in, eyes wide and a gasp sucking in through your lips. Jimin hurried to lock the door. When he turned around, he wasn’t the sunshine small boy you saw in interviews or on shows, but someone you only saw when he danced- someone  with dark eyes, and less than good intentions. 

Jimin’s tongue darted out to swipe across his bottom lip, “You.” 

You gulped. He moved towards you and you stepped backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. The cushions jumped underneath your weight and your eyes bulged, watching in shock as Jimin moved towards you. His legs were slow, eyes narrowed, like a lion stalking a gazelle. You scooted backwards on the couch, chest heaving, “M-Me?” 

A tiny smirk quirked on the edges of his lips. Jimin placed his knee on the arm of the couch, slowly moving until he was crawling over your body, rigid and frozen beneath him. You could smell his cologne now- strong but fruity, and you had half a mind to thank the stylists later. 

“J-Jimin, what’re you doing?” You whispered shakily. Jimin lowered his head until his mouth was by your ear, softly brushing against the sensitive skin there. 

“Can I?” His breath was hot and wet, his cheek softly leaning against your own. Your voice was lost somewhere in your throat, gone from shock and surprise. You could only nod your head pathetically. In one sharp movement Jimin was hovering above you again, his colored eyes glaring down into your skull, but there was something warm behind them- something he’d been looking at you a lot with. “I need to hear it.” 

The ball in your throat bobbed nervously, “Yes.” 

There was no time in between your words and his mouth attaching itself to yours. Your eyes were wide and round, pupils gone to pinpoints, staring at the top of Jimin’s blonde head. A fire coiled in the lowest pit of your stomach at the softness of his lips and you had always imagined it would feel this way- soft, cushiony, and wet against your own. Your fingers moved up to his shoulders, gripping his skin tightly. “Jesus,” Jimin whispered against your mouth, “you taste so fucking good.” 

The alcohol was gone from your system, you knew that, and you knew it was okay to kiss him without feeling terrible. The sweat perspiring on your skin must’ve tasted sour but Jimin licked at it nonetheless, softly moaning in the deep pit of his throat, the deepest it had ever sounded. He sucked on the thin skin, his warm tongue sliding over whatever it could reach. Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, your breaths suddenly short, bursting in the air. 

“Jimin…” gripping his shoulders tightly, he leaned back so that he could look down at you, eyes half-lidded and lips swelling quickly. You were sure by now you’d soaked through your underwear but you hoped he couldn’t tell, couldn’t feel it when he flipped the two of you over so that you were straddling him. But by the way his eyes rolled back in his skull, you figured he had. 

His cock strained between your legs. The denim-on-denim was rough and you wished you could’ve ripped his jeans off right there, but the better part of you knew not to, so you opted to kiss him, sucking and licking on all the places he’d done to you. 

Your thoughts, for the moment, had subsided. While you were still in disbelief that this was happening- to you, of all people- you allowed yourself to become lost in the way he felt underneath you, writhing and whispering your name against your lips and God, was this really happening

Jimin’s hands came to rest on your hips, tugging frustratedly at the band of your pants. “Can I…” he whispered against your chin. His breaths were heavy on your skin, his eyelashes fluttering softly against your cheek. You glanced down at the sight of him- flushed with want, that ridiculously handsome face of his glistening with beads of sweet. You’d be clinically insane if you were to say no. 

Your tiny word of approval was enough for him. Suddenly you were being thrown back against the couch, the back of your head lying comfortably on the arm rest. Jimin crawled down so that he was eye-level with your abdomen. He eagerly began to undo the buttons, pulling down the zipper so fast you worried it would break. You lifted your hips to help him tug the jeans down your legs. He chewed on his bottom lip as you wriggled out of them, pulling your shoes off after. 

Jimin hesitated. Your heart stopped when you realized something- you weren’t wearing underwear. Fuck, how had you forgotten? Even your stylist emphasized not wearing any, as it would bunch up in your jeans and make a visible line during the performance- not even a thong was an option, Junwoo had enunciated. 

His eyes narrowed at the sight of you, legs spread open before him and your pupils blown, staring down at you. Your pussy was just as perfect as he imagined it would be, glistening with your wetness, practically throbbing for his touch. One hand gripped your thigh tightly, pushing it farther away from the other. Jimin let out a long, slow breath, “I can fucking smell you.” 

His soft lips found the skin of your knee, slowly kissing their way up your thighs, until they were close enough that you couldn’t breathe, that you could feel his hair brushing your inner leg. Your stomach tightened with knots, tensed up before him. You could feel his short breaths panting onto your lips. Suddenly he was gripping the edges of your tank top and ripping the fabric in half, a smirk on his lips when he saw the soft red shade of your bra, pushing your breasts up a considerable amount. 

“Mine,” he whispered against your leg, cheek resting comfortably on your inner thigh, “you’re mine.” 

Before you could even possibly think up a response, that ridiculously warm pink tongue of his was darting from his lips, licking one long stripe up your folds. Your breath caught in your throat and everything froze for a moment, stilling at the unbelievable sensation. You could feel his smile against your thigh, though it disappeared when he leaned forwards, hiding his face between your legs. You gasped and grabbed onto his blonde strands, jerking your hips up uncontrollably. 

“So sweet,” Jimin mouthed against you. His tongue gave long strokes of kitten licks over your wet folds, dancing across your labia and teasing your clit. You pulled on his hair when he found your hole, grazing over the entrance, before he moved back up to suck on you. Pathetic whimpers escaped your parted lips, your eyes wide and staring down at the sight before you. 

You weren’t sure how long he went for, but it felt like eternity. You gripped his hair so much you worried it would rip out but he didn’t complain. Low growls rumbled in his throat, humming against your open legs in a manner that couldn’t even be described as ‘sexy’. Jimin was something else- was he even human? You weren’t sure. Especially with how undeniably gorgeous he looked at that moment. 

You stopped breathing when his finger crawled up your thigh, teasing your entrance. Jimin looked up at you with dilated eyes, his mouth and chin glistening in the fluorescents with your juices. A smirk quirked at the edge of his lips as he slipped one finger inside you- an easy feat, considering how wet you were. A long, drawn-out moan vibrated in the air- you weren’t sure if it was you or him, but God, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care anymore. 

“Fuck,” Jimin curled his finger inside you, “fuck, you’re so wet.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, “Jimin… please..” 

He glanced up at you, one finger lost between your legs, “Please what, baby girl?” 

The petname pulled at something warmer inside you- the part of you that admired the way Jimin smiled and not at the way he moaned against your thighs. Your chest expanded with something foreign but you couldn’t focus on that- not with the way he was looking at you. 

“I can’t-” you stared down at him, your chest heaving, “if you keep going..” 

Your hole was pushed apart by another finger of his, the one with the thick band- the sight of it almost made you scream, as you’d always admired how his hands looked with the amount of rings he bore. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

“Jimin,” you pulled on a strand of his hair and narrowed your eyes, “i-if you keep going… I mean- I.. I want to cum with you…” 

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, anticipating what you were to say next. He pushed his two fingers deeper inside you, curling them and rubbing them along your walls. “Say it.” 

“With you in me,” you finally exhaled. You stopped, waiting to see what his reaction would be. The dark color of his eyes was visible through the ring left by his colored contacts, burning through your bones and setting your skin ablaze. In less than a registered second he was crawling up your body, hastily ripping off his shirt and discarding it somewhere along with your torn one. You helped him undo the buckle of his jeans but you got caught in the odd, fashionable way they’d been done. “Fuck, these stupid fucking stylists and their-” 

Jimin chuckled down at you and quickly undid it himself, “You’re so precious.” His words were soft and meant for himself, but you caught them being muttered quietly. Your heart bloomed with more than lust for him, though you pushed it down, mentally reminded yourself this was probably just sex and he most likely didn’t feel the same way you felt about him. 

By the time he’d finally managed to get his jeans off, you were in awe. His length stood proudly against his abdomen, which rippled with taut muscles that you wished he wouldn’t work so hard for- he was gorgeous either way. 

He was… wow. You weren’t expecting him to be large, just because he was small and adorable and not what you were witnessing before you. Veins throbbed along the side of his cock, his head soft and pink and glistening with pre-cum. Was it even possible for everything about him, even his dick, to be perfect and beautiful? 

“If you keep staring at me like that, princess,” Jimin warned as he pressed on hand on your cheek, “I won’t be able to stop myself.” 

Bravery burst through your lips, “Don’t.” 

Smiling down at you, Jimin’s fingers, slick with your wetness, moved up to your lips, rubbing the whitish substance over your mouth. You stared up at him in disbelief, confused as to what he was doing, before he moved down to press his lips on yours, licking across what he’d just put on you. The fire between your legs erupted and you sat up to push him back onto the couch. He bounced back on the cushions, gazing up at you in a mixture of confusion and lust. Slowly, you crawled over him, positioning yourself so that your pussy was rubbing along his shaft. You held his hungry glare as you undid the clasp of your bra. It fell off your shoulders, exposing your breasts to his predatory gaze. 

Jimin sat up quickly and pulled you down onto him. He attached his mouth to your breast and nibbled on your nipple, licking at whatever skin he could find. You held the back of his head in a gasp, grinding your wet folds down onto him. 

He slowed and gripped your hips tightly. His fingers dug into your skin and Jimin looked up at you through hooded eyes, silently begging your permission. You chewed down on your lip and nodded your head, whispering the word “yes”. 

Your world slowed as his head slid up and down your folds, gathering enough of your wetness so that could press himself against your entrance. You held onto his shoulders, staring down at him as you slowly sank onto his cock. 

You’d had sex before, sure enough. You’d had sex in the back of cars, trying to hide from the paparazzi, but it was all to get over those puppy dog eyes Jimin would give you during rehearsal and training and practicing, to fuck away the memory of how much you were attracted to him. But, now you were here, sitting on his dick with his hands holding your waist, low growls emitting from the deep pit of his throat- and it was all for you. 

The two of you recovered the fluidity of your movements just an hour before. You recalled the way he swept across the floor and how you ground your hips onto it, yet now they were on him, above him. “Fuck,” Jimin groaned beneath you as he jerked himself back up into you, “you’re so tight, what the fuck.” 

Pathetic whines broke through your pursed lips. You couldn’t find it in yourself to even form anything other than moans or cries of pleasure, and you hoped suddenly that Jiwoo had put her music back on and that no one could hear you fucking yourself onto Park Jimin in this empty waiting room. 

“I’m not gonna last long,” Jimin whimpered. His hands moved up to cup your bouncing breasts, holding them in place and kneading them while his cock pistoned in and out of you. You meant to reply with “me neither” but the words never found their way to his ears, lost in your moans and pleas for him to fuck you harder. 

His breaths got shorter, panting out into the room. By now you were sweating more than any dancing had ever gotten you, and your hands were in your hair, holding it back from your flushed face. Jimin held your hips tightly and sat up, pushing you back onto the couch again. He grabbed the back of your knee and hoisted it up and over his shoulder, positioning himself so that he could slide deeper into you. You held onto the fabric of the couch and his bicep, your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

Jagiya-” Jimin’s strained voice cut off and he let out one long, shaking groan. His hips stilled against your thighs and you gasped, unable to look at him. He stared down at you as his hot cum shot inside you, and he thrust his hips again, wanting to watch the way your breasts bounced at the force and how your face contorted with pleasure. Your cunt tightened around his cock, milking him better than he could’ve himself. 

Jimin collapsed on top of you and dropped his forehead onto the crook of your shoulder. “I don’t wanna pull out yet,” he confessed against your neck, his heavy breaths forming perspiration on your baby hairs. 

“Don’t,” you reached up to drive your fingers through his locks, pushing them back from his pink forehead. You smiled at the sight of him like this- fucked out and tired, laying on your body, exhausted and used. 

Minutes passed before he found it in himself to pull out. You sucked in a breath at the loss and gripped the couch tightly, eyes closed. 

“Shit,” Jimin froze, halfway out, “shit, did I hurt you?” 

You chewed on your lip and shook your head, “N-No.” 

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Did I hurt you, _____-ah?” 

You looked anywhere but him and swallowed thickly, “It’s just… I haven’t… in a long time and-” you glanced down at the floor and pursed your lips awkwardly, “sorry.” 

The last of his flaccid member fell out of you and you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t be sorry,” Jimin shook his head in disbelief and hurried to move off the couch. He rushed to somewhere in the room and your heart stilled. He was leaving. You knew it was too good to be true- that Park Jimin, of all people, would want to stay with you after fucking you. 

“Here,” he reappeared with a blanket and crawled in next to you, draping it over your exposed body and tucking it in by your arm. Your eyes widened in surprise when he pulled you closer into him, hugging you against his chest. 

“Jimin…” you whispered, dumbfounded, “what’re you doing?” 

He smiled sleepily down at you, nustling his sweaty head against yours, “We’re not going out there until we’ve rested. We can tell them we went and got ice cream, or something- but I’m not passing up an opportunity to be with you.” 

Your cheeks flooded with warmth and you looked away from him, staring at the interlocked frame of your nude bodies underneath the sheets. “O-Okay..” 

“Okay,” Jimin hugged you closer. “Let’s sleep then. Tomorrow we can go on a date.” 

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, and suddenly you were awake. “A-A date?” 

Jimin nodded his head and let out a sigh, “I wanna take you on a date. Is that okay?” 

That warmth returned to your chest, expanding through your body, to everywhere he touched you, everywhere he kissed you. “Y-Yeah… it’s more than okay.” 

Jimin beamed, though his eyes were tired and lidded. He reached up with a sigh and pulled out the contacts, discarding them on the coffee table. You looked up at him and smiled, admiring the new chocolate color his eyes were- the color you’d fallen for a long time ago. He glanced down at you, his chest tight, and leaned forwards to kiss your lips. 

“Let’s sleep.”