never noticed the look of his face here

Wrong

Summary: In which trying to prove your friends wrong doesn’t go quite as planned.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 994

A/N: I wanted to write something other than ALiL so I found this prompt list and had @marvelingatthewonder pick some prompts out for me. Here’s the first one: 68. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”.

@avengerstories - you edit things for me at all times and I’m forever grateful for that.

Originally posted by davidmuhn

“Steve’s staring at you.”

You glare at Daisy over your shoulder, not bothering to lower the speed on the treadmill. “Sure he is.”

“He is. Not very discreetly might I add,” she notes, lips turning up in amusement.

Wanda peeks her head up from the yoga position she’s in and whistles. “Yup, not discreet at all.“

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Skulls and Roses ☠️🥀

JUNGKOOK - COLLEGE AU, TATTOOIST AU. 

The best way to get someone’s attention is to get a tattoo or hit someone with your motorcycle. 

PART TWO

Originally posted by sugutie

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” you sprint across the quad, pushing past students and jumping over bushes and benches like a track star doing hurdles. The chanting of the curse word only gets louder and faster once you looked down at your watch once again and saw that your class would start in less than a minute and you were a mile away from the science building.

You’re too distracted with staring at your watch that you don’t notice that you’re in the middle of the street until your face is touching the rough pavement and some random guy is sprawled beside you. At first, you think that it’s a boulder that had fallen from the mountains that surrounded your campus but when your vision focused on the black lump you realized it was a helmet.

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Jealousy pt.1

Originally posted by nnochu

•Bad language
•Reader x Jungkook
•Filthy, filthy smut
•Took me ages writing this
•Daddy kink
•I’m going to hell for this
•Dirty talk
•Rough, against the wall sex

Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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Skinny Love | Jungkook | PT. 1

Originally posted by sugutie

Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a long time, probably so long that you can even consider one another best friends. You can spot each other in any crowd just by the bond you share, and you communicate sometimes in your own language. But you weren’t content with being ‘just friends’. You wanted more, but what itched at you was the question of if he felt the same.

Potential Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Future Smut, Mature Content—cursing, drinking and obviously sex. College!AU

There will be three parts to this. Enjoy part one and please don’t forget to vote and give me feedback. 

-Tee


S A T U R D A Y

You can recall the many times you had the opportunity to tell Jungkook how you felt. There was the time during the twelfth grade trip when you both were sitting next to one another on the bus ride home, he made a blanket for you with his sweater and told you to lean on his shoulder as he attempted to sing you to sleep. He looked like an angel that night, you were both close to the point where you could have whispered to him that you liked him and kissed him.

There was that time when you carried him home when he got wasted for the first time, which he never did again, and he was so out of it you could have confessed to him without actually confessing. He was so drunk that he wouldn’t even remember it the next day, it would save you the embarrassment but the sadness would still be hanging over you.

The memories of all the times he had asked you who you liked came back to you. You really could have pointed to him, looked him in the eye and said, “you. I like you Jungkook.” But life isn’t always like they say in the movies to make things speed up, things like this took time, even four years or so worth of it.

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Double Take | Part 1 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: The reader is helping Peter with his English essay when he comes to the startling realization that his best friend is really pretty. Peter goes to Ned for advice shortly thereafter because he’s confused about his new found feeling for her.

Author’s Note: Wow, Phoebe’s back at it again with another Peter Parker fanfic. What a surprise… Anyways I hope ya’ll enjoy this and let me know if you think I should do a part 2. I got inspiration for this fic from one I read last year and liked. As always, my requests are open so feel free to send me a message with an idea for a story if you want.

Word Count: 1268

Part 2


“Okay Peter, so the key to writing an analytical essay is to examine how certain aspects of the story make it what it is. You should always ask yourself why the author chose to do this instead of something else and how that effects the story as a whole. Get it?” (Y/N) explained, tapping her pencil against the notebook laid out in front of her.

Peter nodded slowly while jotting down some quick notes. “I think so. Can you give me an example?”

“Sure. Uhhh…” (Y/N) leaned back into her chair and started spinning slowly. “So the story To Kill A Mockingbird, it takes place in Alabama during the 30’s. The setting is really important because it adds significance to the events of Tom Robinson’s trial. That’s why Harper Lee chose that specific date and place. Okay?”

Peter put his pencil down and shut his notebook. “You’re the best English teacher I’ve ever had (Y/N),” he said with a smile.

She grinned and stood up out of her chair to stretch. “I try Parker,” (Y/N) yawned, extended her arms above her head. “Anyways I better get going. I’m supposed to have dinner with my parents’ friends tonight. How do I look?” she asked, facing Peter.

Peter swiveled in his chair and looked his best friend up and down, examining her every feature. That’s when his posture suddenly went rigid and his mind started whirling.

(Y/N) was really pretty.

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okay listen. jongin is my ultimate bias, my favorite idol, my precious bear. i hope he had nothing to do with this hairstyle. (and i doubt he did since he hated his cornrows from 2013)***

SM ON THE OTHER HAND!

sm needs to fucking stop with the cultural appropriation! it never has been, never will be cool for two reasons:

1. the people you take these hairstyles from for the ~aesthetic~ can’t wear them out in public, to their jobs, without being told they look like they haven’t bathed/they look like animals/they look unprofessional/the list of insults goes on!!!
2. NONE OF THESE IDOLS HAVE THE RIGHT TEXTURE HAIR FOR THIS SO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE FUCKIN TRASH. an actual, real Black Person with dreadlocks looks great, it’s the non-black people who appropriate who look like trash–jongin LITERALLY HAS NASTY ASS GRINCH FINGERS HIS HAIR LOOKS SO FUCKIN CRUSTY JESUS 

but it’s not just sm–ANY artist/stylist/company that condones the use of or continually uses black hairstyles is at fault. that’s a long ass list of people. and with every new group’s debut, every comeback, every year, the list gets longer. i can’t think of a single idol who’s apologized for their appropriated hair (though i can think of at least one who’s defended it…) and that’s not okay. 

it’s our job as fans to call this shit out when we see it. that doesn’t mean we have to stop stanning these groups or idols (i could never drop jongin, i love him too much) but just because they’re your faves doesn’t mean you can let this slide. 

CALL IT OUT. 

***ALSO. don’t think i didn’t notice sm only does this shit to jongin. he’s the only member of exo to have had an appropriated hairstyle for a comeback (others may have had it for one performance but it’s not a Look associated with them) and i seriously doubt it’s a coincidence that the member who’s made fun of most frequently for his darker-than-average skin is the only one to get black hairstyles. jongin is a beautiful golden tan but he’s NOT. BLACK. and yeah maybe they give the most noticeable hairstyle to the center/visual/face of the group but they never did that shit to luhan so yeah that’s probably not it. fuck outta here with that double header colorism + appropriation sm. 

No Strings (VII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4,956

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

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Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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with all my strength || m. yoongi

Originally posted by 0nly-an-illusi0n

Summary: Yoongi had been acting so different. Now it makes sense.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1126

A/N: Okay I don’t know if this is what you wanted but I hope you like none the less!

part 1 part 2

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Marichat May Day 14: Age-Up Chat

Happy Mother’s Day, lovelies!  It was hard not to get carried away with this one.  ;)

For @maerynn-blog, who is yet another awesomely talented member of this community.  If you haven’t already, go read her stuff!!!


“What do you want?”  Marinette asked, inching her way along the wall, wary step by wary step, leading him away from the crowd outside the theater. She kept her eyes on the akuma who’d called himself simply Dorian, as her mind ran in circles.  She desperately needed to get away to transform, but as long as she kept his attention on her, he wasn’t hurting anyone else.

“Oh, my, you are lovely,” Dorian cooed appreciatively, ignoring her question as he slowly stalked after her.

“But I’m not, not really.”

“False humility,” he scoffed, his fists clenching angrily.  “Look at you, the very picture of youth and beauty, and you spout false humility.  You’re just like that sniveling upstart who thinks he’s good enough for my role.”

“What are you talking about?  What do you want with me?”

With you?  Nothing,” Dorian sneered, raising the mirror clutched in his hand.  “But from you?  I will take your youth, you lovely little liar.  You don’t deserve it!”

Marinette!”   A familiar pair of arms wrapped her in an equally familiar embrace, and lifted her just as a bright flash of light lit the alley.  He flinched, but his hold on her didn’t waver.   He simply extended his staff to launch them into the air, and vaulted away from the akuma.

“Chat?  Are you okay?  Were you hit?”

“I’m fine.”  He landed briefly on a rooftop, and shifted her to his back.  “Just hold on to me, so I can get you somewhere safe.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on as he made his way towards her balcony.  She considered trying to convince him to put her down closer to the site of the attack, but knew from past experience that it was pointless.  He would take her home, where he thought she’d be safe, he’d say something about Ladybug taking care of things until he got back, and then he’d leave her to return to the fight.  He couldn’t know that he was actually carrying Ladybug away from the fight, and he never seemed to notice that she would always arrive after he did in those instances.

He landed lightly on her balcony, and Marinette released him to slide from his back.  Except that the ground was farther away than it should have been, and she stumbled in surprise.

“Whoa there, you alright?”  He steadied her with a hand on her waist, and bent to look at her face worriedly.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” she replied, looking up to meet his eyes.  “I just—Chat?”  It was dark, so it was kind of hard to see, but he definitely looked different.

“What?  What’s wrong?”

“Come here, I need to see you.”  She took his hand and tugged him after her, toward the trap door into her room.

“Marinette, is this really the time…?”

“Yes!”  She climbed down into her room, and he followed reluctantly. “You took that hit for me, didn’t you?  I thought we got away in time, but I think he did something to you.”

She flipped on her light and turned to look at him, fearing the worst, and stared.

What she saw was not the worst.  He hadn’t been disfigured in any way, and he hadn’t been entirely robbed of his youth—both of which had been distinct possibilities, considering what that irate actor had been going on about.  But he had been aged.

Delightfully, deliciously aged.

He still had the same wild green eyes, the same riotous hair, the same beautiful mouth.  But he’d gotten noticeably taller, his shoulders noticeably wider, and he’d gained significantly in muscle mass.  Almost in a daze, Marinette stepped closer to trail trembling fingers from a cheekbone that was more pronounced, to a hard jaw that was covered in golden stubble.

“Marinette?”  He whispered uncertainly.  “What’s wrong?”

She blinked, and looked up into his eyes, surprised again by his unfamiliar height.   She licked her lips, and her hand fell.   “You’re…older, I think.”

“Yeah?”  He caught her small hand in his now much larger one.  His eyes had dipped to her mouth at the movement of her tongue, and the slit pupils dilated.  He stepped closer still, forcing her to look even farther up to maintain eye contact, and smirked.  “Do I age well?”

She laughed breathlessly, blushing.  “Do you really have to ask?”

“I guess not,” he murmured.  “But I wanted your answer anyway.”

“You’re—God, you’re beautiful, Chat.  If this is what you’re going to grow into…”

He leaned in toward her, and Marinette felt her eyes begin to slide closed—until a particularly forceful thump from the small purse at her hip recalled her to herself.

Tikki.

Super hero.

The akuma!

She jumped back, pulling her fingers from his grasp.  “I-I shouldn’t keep you.  The akuma—”

His eyes widened almost comically, and she knew that he’d forgotten, too.  “Merde, I have to go.  Stay here, where you’ll be safe.”   He turned and put one foot on the ladder to her loft bed, paused for a moment, and then turned back to take her face in his hands and press a quick, hot kiss to her mouth.  “Later, Princess.”  Then he was up the ladder and out the door, while she still stood rooted to the floor in her bedroom, staring after him until a red blur flew in front of her face.

“Mar-in-ette!  We have to go!”

She shook herself, and focused on the anxious kwami, determined to put freaking out on hold until after the akuma had been dealt with.   Except…

“Tikki, why the hell didn’t I take a picture?!“”

sex bomb

Harry works at lush and you’re a writer 

masterlist x

a/n : I hope you guys really like this story. I worked really hard and this story means a lot to me. So if anything I would really like some feedback and what you guys think of it. Thank you

 Today wasn’t the best day of work, sitting at a desk all day and answering phone calls from very impatient rude people isn’t fun. When I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road my mind starts to check off the list of things I have to do when I get home. Cook dinner, feed the cat and do the laundry. Right before I get on the freeway I decide to stop by the little strip mall that is right across the street. I turn and pull in and park right in front of 7-Eleven, I decide to grab myself a treat just to maybe calm my nerves a bit for the rest of the day. I walk out and jog up to the front door, I yank the door open and stride right up to the freezer. I looked at all the types of ice cream bars they had, Snickers, Twix and Hershey. I decide to get a Snickers bar and pull it out of its case. I walk through the aisles searching for anything else that may grab my attention. I decide to not get much more and head up to the front counter to pay for everything. The cashier rings everything up and I hand him the money, he hands me my bag and say thank you. I reach for the door and walk out to the sidewalk, i start to walk to my car when I look to my left and notice a wonderful smell coming towards me. I decide to have a look and to see where it is coming from. When I start to walk and notice that it is coming from this one store that is called lush, never heard of it before. I walk in and decide to have a look around to see what they have.

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barista! Hoshi

anon asked:  can i request barista!hoshi?? the reader usually visits the cafe every morning and hoshi develops a pretty big crush on them? mutual pining is really cute! thanks, much love. <3

a/n; asfljldskjfk im not okay lol - admin seri

  • works at the coffee shop near your university 
  • the hardest worker there, has the longest shift and takes the shortest lunch breaks 
  • makes the best caramel macchiato ever 
  • the guy who’s trying to crack jokes 
  • and sadly some people just dont understand humor 
  • gets kinda annoyed when girls ask him “where’s mingyu oppa?” or “is joshua oppa working?" 
  • just simply puts on a tight smile before asking them what they want again 
  • but the light of his morning is you
  • you never fail to come in around 10:00 am, dressed in your cute and comfortable outfits 
  • the way you would ponder on whether to try a different drink 
  • or talk about your major 
  • and damn he was so crushing hard 
  • because you never fail to smile, greet him good morning, and have a small conversation before telling him to have a nice day 
  • best of all, you never asked for the other baristas 
  • but obviously you were just a nice person because you talked the exact same way to the others 
  • because on this unlucky day, he was behind making a drink while jun stood at the cashier 
  • and something burns inside him when jun flashes his good looking smile at you 
  • "she probably’s crushing on jun and just to nice to ask for him,” he talks to himself while fiddling around 
  • he’s never able to concentrate on making someone else’s coffee while your here 
  • glancing from the corner of his eye, his gaze narrows in on your hand touching jun’s when handing him the cash 
  • “why am i like this” he groans 
  • when you leave, he stares at your figure leaving the cafe 
  • he jumps slightly when you turn back, making eye contact with him, and form that oh so adorable smile of yours 
  • “if you hold that button down any longer you’ll be giving them black coffee instead of a americano" 
  • jeonghan says, walking by him, smirking 
  • hoshi shakes his head and directs his attention to coffee making 
  • just after he hands the drink off, jeonghan pops up again 
  • "why don’t you ask for her number?" 
  • he whips his head around and aggressively shakes his head 
  • "i’ll never be able to show my face here again of she rejects me!!!" 
  • jeonghan makes a ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound, "trust me when i say she likes you" 
  • soonyoung flashes a look of disbelief, "what do you know" 
  • jun suddenly appears from no where and swings an arm around his shoulder 
  • "dont worry!!! i’m absolutely positive she does, i have a feeling something will happen soon~" 
  • jun and jeonghan were both right 
  • more than right 
  • because you feel pathetic when you pray soonyoung will be the one at the cashier 
  • and swoon over the cutest smile ever 
  • and laugh at his jokes 
  • this particular day, you enter and find jun 
  • deflating a little because this means you wouldn’t be able to have your morning conversations with hoshi 
  • and the small undetectable amount of flirting where it’s driving you crazy because you dont know if it counts as flirting or not 
  • you go about your order normally and leave the shop, 
  • your heart kind of stops when your eyes meet soonyoung’s when you glance back to look for him 
  • you think of his little doodle he puts at the end of your name 
  • looking down at the drink jun made, your heart leaps when you read the message 
  • "soonyoung works the friday night shift!!! you should come ;)" 
  • and the first time you do and squeal and dance around, not caring if the entire campus is staring 
  • friday comes and your heart is racing 
  • you nervously come in, laptop in hand, because you figured you should at least try to finish your essay 
  • you catch him sitting behind the cashier singing a song playing 
  • his stops and looks up at you in shock when you enter 
  • "you have a really voice” you say, walking up to the cashier 
  • he shakes his head smiling, “i dont think so" 
  • you internally scream when you notice his ears turning red 
  • "what are you doing here?” he asks, because he’s never seem you at night 
  • you giggle nervously, you think to lie to be more casual, but of course you say, 
  • “jun told me you worked friday night so i came" 
  • forcing yourself to not cover you blushing face, you laugh lightly 
  • his mouth forms into a grin showing only his top teeth and your like omg
  • he just dips his head shyly and says, "so what would you like?" 
  • "ummm can i get that pastry and a cup of tea?" 
  • "okay just sit, i’ll bring it to you" 
  • your heart flutters you can deliberately sit facing the him so you could watch him like a stalker over your computer 
  • while your looking, he glances up and make eye contact 
  • immediately, you give an embarrassed smile and duck you head 
  • and hear his quiet giggle 
  • your staring at the essay you’ve barely started until soonyoung sets your order down and slides into the booth beside you 
  • "so whatcha working on?" 
  • "my essay, but i think i’ll do it tomorrow” you laugh sheepishly 
  • he makes a bright 'hehe’ sound thats so adorable 
  • “so you came just because im here?" 
  • you nod shyly and look up at him 
  • his face goes blank and you start to mentally freak out 
  • omg he probably thinks im weird!!!' 
  • "i really like you!!!” he blurts, than immediately covers his mouth, cheeks a flame 
  • your doubts instantly go away 
  • “ah jinja mianhae, i’ll go to the back now!!" 
  • he looks away from you embarrassed and starts rise 
  • until you grab his arm and push him back into the seat with a plop 
  • you make a sound of surprise and nervously giggle, 
  • "was i being too forceful??” you say worried 
  • he shakes his head, grinning 
  • you beam and take a breathe, “i really like you too!" 
  • he begins to shine, brightly showing off his smile 
  • "then can i take you out on a date??" 
  • "i would love too” you say, 
  • he dies a little inside at your twinkling eyes
  • your mouth twitches into a smirk after a thought 
  • "you know jun told me you worked this night" 
  • "ahhhh he was being a good wing man after all” soonyoung chuckles
  • “WELL OF COURSE” * jun yells, 
  • the both of you not seeing him, leap into each others arms 
  • “seee!!! im evening helping now!” as jun happily walks away 
  • the two of you ignore him and look at each other, still embracing one another 
  • “your adorable" 
  • he facial expression after lets you know he blurted it out 
  • laughing, you hug him closer 
  • "you know how to make a person’s heart flutter”

Originally posted by pabospoiler

Darkness Devours

Summary:  Reader has been in Purgatory for a few years surviving as best she can with her companion Benny.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Benny, Castiel (mentioned)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2429

Warnings: SMUT, canon typical violence, canon typical angst

A/N 1:  I have a MAJOR Purgatory!Dean problem.  This quote from the show:  “It was blood, messy….  But there was something about being there… it felt pure.”  His pure and raw approach to hunting while there obviously made me think about what his approach to sex would be while there.  I mean look at this, how can your mind go anywhere else?

 

A/N 2:  Bolded text denotes dialogue from the show, credit goes to the writers.

Above gif is from Google Search.  Gif below is from @canonspngifs   The rest are from Google Search, credit goes to the owners.

 

Dean’s well muscled chest is pressed against your back.  His fingers trace over the rise of your hips and the fall of your waist.  He plants wet, kisses down the column of your neck to your shoulder.

“I could stay here like this forever, Y/N,” he murmurs drawing the lobe of your ear between his lips.

“Mmm, me too,” you sigh.  “But I bet Sam would have something to say about that,” you roll towards him, running your fingers through his hair.

You look up at Dean, but the room’s changed and he’s standing in front of you.  His green eyes are full of sorrow as he steps closer to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, tears filling his eyes.

“I know,” you say looking away, “just make it quick.”

“I love you.”

Razor sharp pain slices across your throat…

You wake up with a start.

“Whoa, cher,” Benny coos, “we gotta move.  You ok?”

“I’m fine,” you say pushing yourself up.  “What time is it?”

“Almost dusk.”

You grab your blade, Benny offers you his hand, you take it and he pulls you up.  Together you make your way through the trees.  You spend the night on the move.  It’s safer to sleep during the day and be on your feet at night.  If it wasn’t for Benny, you would’ve been dead-dead a long time ago.  His hand is on the small of your back, a sigh escapes your lips at the safety and comfort it provides.

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The One-Night Perfect Relationship | Alex Standall X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Alex/fem!reader. Clay and Hannah are mentioned.

Warnings: fluffy. Also happy!Alex. And may or may not have some High School Musical songs in the story, but, oh well…

(E/C) stand for “Eye color”/(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name”.

Word Count: 2550 words.

One part of her didn’t want to be there, but the other one, which she decided to listen to, felt that the night could get better somehow. (Y/N) was on the bleachers, considerably alone since she didn’t know anyone who was sitting there, watching people dance with their dates and friends at the dance. They were jumping around, but they seemed to be having fun while doing it, which made her feel like dancing too, but everyone there had a group of friends and she didn’t want to be the weirdo jumping alone.

(Y/N) wanted to dance and her body was starting to send signals that she needed to move. So she began to sway slightly from side to side, trying not to draw attention of anyone on the bleachers. When a familiar song began to play, (Y/N) forgot for a second to try to be discreet and shook her head as she moved her arms up, letting a small smile escape her lips until she realized what she was doing, her eyes widening and bringing her arms back down. Damn the upbeat songs. It was only for a few seconds, but she had already managed to get someone’s attention.

The girl lowered her head, looking down at her own feet. And then she felt that sense of when someone is staring at you. The girl’s (E/C) eyes looked up shyly and started looking for someone who was looking at her, stopping at a boy with bleached blonde hair who was sitting a little distant of her. He had a small grin on his face, he wanted to laugh. This made (Y/N) feel her cheeks heating up as she looked down again, even more embarrassed.

“Nice moves.” she heard a male voice, which obviously came from the boy, talking to her. “Hi.”

“Hi.” she gave a small wave, looking sheepishly at him.

(Y/N) had seen him around school, but she couldn’t remember if she’d ever heard his name.

“Why are you alone here?” he spoke again after a few seconds in silence.

(Y/N) grimaced. “I didn’t even know I was coming here today.” the boy raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t plan to come, but my friend bought two tickets and dragged me here.”

He nodded, staring at the rest of the people in the bleachers. "Why isn’t she here with you, then?”

“She brought me because she thought her date wasn’t coming.”

“But he came.” he completed his reasoning on his own. “So she dumped you alone here.”

“Sitting here isn’t so bad.” he gave her a disbelieving glance, but she just laughed. “Why are you here?”

His eyes turned to the dance floor and he pointed to someone she couldn’t define who it was. “I was hoping to dance with her.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Nah, I deserve it.”

Neither of them said anything for a few more seconds, watching people still dancing in their strange way.

“What’s your name?” (Y/N) broke the silence, turning to him.

“Alex.” he gave her a small smile, turning his head toward her. “And you are?”

“(Y/N).” she smiled back at him.

Alex looked at her for a few more seconds before pointing to the empty seat beside her. “Can I…?” he asked for her permission to approach.

“Sure.” (Y/N) smile widened as the boy crawled over to her side.

The dance was supposed to be, well, for dancing, but soon (Y/N)’s urge to dance was decreasing while talking to Alex. On the dance floor they hardly would be able to talkbut there where they were, they could enjoy each other’s company more. They spent more than half of the Winter Formal getting to know each other better, starting a competition of who had the most shameful story to tell and, overall, talked about everything.

"So, I was already in my pajamas and getting ready to watch my shows when I heard a horn outside.” (Y/N) started telling the story of that night, seeming to amuse Alex with it. “And I went to see who it was and (B/F/N) was all ‘Get in loser, we’re going to the dance’.”

“The ‘Mean Girls’ of real life.” he said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I totally am Lindsay Lohan.”

Alex looked at the girl from head to toe before smiling. "You’re not upset about being left by your friend?”

“Not at all.” she shrugged. “I wasn’t joking when I said it wasn’t so bad to be here. I think it’s kind of cool to be able to see this big socialization of confused teenagers from afar.” (Y/N) pointed at them dramatically, then turning to point at the boy next to her. "And a little socialization right here.”

Alex still had a smile on his face as he took the girl’s finger pointing to his face.

"I’ve never noticed you until today, you know.” he said, then frowned. “Did that sound rude?”

“A little bit, yeah.” (Y/N) chuckled as he apologized. “Well, I had noticed you before.”

That seemed to get his attention, his eyebrows arching with curiosity. “Oh, really?”

"I took an interest in you because of your hair.”

“Oh, this.” Alex grimaced as he pointed at his hair.

“It’s like it’s from another world. I always wondered what it would be like to touch it.”

“Be careful there, it’ll take you to another dimension.” he grinned, nudging her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking once more at the dance floor, something catching her eyes. She frowned at the scene she was seeing before she began to laugh. Alex smiled slightly, caught by the girl’s laughter.

"What are you laughing at?”

“They got style.” she answered, motioning two people jumping in a very strange –yet funny- way. (Y/N) managed to recognize the boy as Clay Jensen, but she wasn’t sure of the girl’s name, even though she had already seen and heard about her.

“Your moves are better, though.” (Y/N) laughed at his words, remembering the ridiculous dance that had performed.

“Shut up.” she smiled slightly, listening to a slow song start playing and people start to pair up. “Wanna go out?”

“Hm?” he looked confused.

“The dance is about to end. Want to walk out there a little?”

“Yeah, sure.” Alex stood up and reached out to help her up. What a gentleman.

He was walking ahead and as soon as the girl stood up the urge to dance came back. Then she tried to sway a little as she stepped out of the bleachers. Wrong move. She stumbled and almost fell, catching the attention of a few people who looked at her, laughing.

"What the hell are you looking at?” Alex asked them as he came back to help the girl out.

(Y/N)’s ankles ached slightly making the girl whimper down as she walked. She saw her friend looking at them both with a smirk, causing the girl to roll her eyes and lower her head.

“What the hell was that?” Alex asked as they walked toward the exit from the school.

“I was trying to perform, if you didn’t notice.” she stopped to massage her leg for a second before continuing to walk. “As if it were High School Musical or something.”

Alex’s head turned to her with the mention of the movie, a smile on his face. "So it looks like I got a Disney fan here.”

“Totally, man.” she said before she felt the cold night air hit her face as they reached the outside.

They continued to walk in silence until they were completely off the school grounds and started walking on the sidewalk, where some people passed as well. Alex started to walk slightly faster than (Y/N), staying a little ahead of her before turning to her, making her stop walking too.

“Alex…?” she frowned when she saw him taking a deep breath.

Livin’ in my own world, didn’t understand.” he began to sing. Oh no, he wasn’t doing that. (Y/N)’s mouth opened slightly, not knowing exactly what to do. “That anything can happen, when you take a chance.

(Y/N) was still, not knowing what to do, when Alex looked at her expectantly, making a smile spread on her face, before she cleared her throat. “I never believed in.” the boy smirked at her. “What I couldn’t see, I never opened my heart.”

“Ooh.” he made sure to say it in a very dramatic way, which made (Y/N) laugh.

“To all the possibilities.” she continued to laugh as he approached her. “Uh.”

Alex started to swing toward her as they sang. “I know that something has changed.” (Y/N) mimicked his movements and began to swing too. “Never felt this way.” she was sure that people were looking at them at that moment. “And right here tonight, this could be the start of something new.” after all, it wasn’t so usual to see two teenagers singing loudly in the middle of the street. “It feels so right to be here with you.” they both grinned at each other. “And now looking in your eyes, I feel in my heart the start of something new.”

The boy, with an amused smile, raised one of his hands, motioning for her to hold it. “Now who’d ever thought that.”

(Y/N) copied his smile, raising her hand and intertwining in his as they sang. “We’d both be here tonight.”

“And the world looks so much brighter.” she continued as he lowered their hands and pulled her down the sidewalk. “With you by my side.”

Alex seemed to have found something he was looking for on the sidewalk, letting go of (Y/N)’s hand, and walking quickly to a bench, getting up on it as they continued. "I know…” he turned to her, holding out his hands to help the girl up. “That something has changed.” (Y/N) laughed through her words, shaking her head as she walked quickly to where he was. “Never felt this way.” she accepted his help. “I know it for real, this could be the start of something new.” Alex took careful steps, imitating with his hands the moves she had made earlier that night, making her laugh while doing the same thing, shaking her head from side to side. “It feels so right to be here with you.” (Y/N) felt like jumping, just like people were doing at the Winter Formal, but she knew she would either break the bench or fall from there. “And now looking in your eyes.” Alex slowed his dance moves, looking for the girl’s eyes; (Y/N) did the same. “I feel in my heart …” they smiled at each other. “The start of something new.”

They kept staring at each other for a few more seconds, neither of them daring to break the eye contact, until a car stopped in front of them, honking. (B/F/N). (Y/N) got startled, almost felling off the bench because of it, causing Alex to hold her, holding the girl by her waist.

“Thanks.” she murmured a little sheepishly.

“Hey girl, you want a ride?” (B/F/N) asked.

(Y/N) was about to accept when Alex’s voice caught her attention. “If you want, I can take you home.” a small hopeful glow gleamed in his eyes, and only then she realized that his arm hadn’t left her waist. Not that she was going to complain about it.

“Alex will take me.” she turned again to (B/F/N), who smirked, nodding.

“She better get home alive, Standall.”

“As you wish, ma'am.” the girl laughed at his answer before winking at them and driving away. “She seems to be cooler than Regina George.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Sometimes she is.”

“Come on.” he released his arm from her waist and getting down from the bench, then helping the girl do the same.

Thank God that High School Musical performance hadn’t taken them so far from the school parking lot. (Y/N) had always complained that school was really far from her home, so she had to wake up early if she wanted to be in time for class. But at that moment she couldn’t be more grateful for that, it meant she would have more time to talk to Alex.

In the end, she could see that the part of her that thought that night could have got better had guessed right. She’d met Alex and that had made that night exceptional. They had hit it off, and that night seemed somehow magical. So that could only mean: either that was really the beginning of something new or that had been an one-night perfect relationship. (Y/N) sincerely bet on the second, although she wanted the first one to be right.

An one-night perfect relationship is the one you have, well, for one night. When you aren’t suffocated with your daily problems and the pressures of your friends. You are a diferente person on this one night, more relaxed and even happier. Who would know how things would be between them if they talk to each other every day, or what would it be like in front of their friends? Well, there’s no way of knowing if it’s just a one-night thing or something else until you try it, what really counts is making the night worthwhile.

These thoughts passed over (Y/N) mind as they got out of the car, since Alex had offered to walk with her to the door.

“Well, I’m sure I won’t not notice you from now on.” he said when they reached her door.

"Well, it’s not just your hair that makes me interested in you anymore.” she said, a small smirk on her lips.

He chuckled. “I’m glad.”

They looked at each other for a few more seconds, both thinking practically the same thing. Alex wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. But would not that be wrong? Would not it be too soon? But then again, what if the next day they didn’t feel the same thing they felt at that moment? Don’t think too much, make the night worthwhile. It’s now or never.

Alex quickly leaned toward her, pressing their lips together, placing one of his hands on her waist and the other on the girl’s cheek. (Y/N) wasted no time and soon began kissing him back, moving her lips against his, placing her hands on his neck, but only so she could touch his hair. Alex noticed that and gave a small smile into the kiss, which soon turned into a laugh, making him pull away from her and rest his forehead on hers as he laughed.

“Sorry.” he said still laughing, which made the girl laugh together.

"I really thought for a moment that this was going to take me to another dimension.” it only made him laugh more, being accompanied by her.

The laughter took a while to decrease, until there were only smiles on their faces. “Bye, Gabriella.”

“See you around, Troy.”

Alex gave her a long peck before letting go of her and starting to walk away, a smile still on his face. (Y/N) watched him for a few seconds before opening the door, listening to him honking at her, waving goodbye from inside the car before leaving. The girl closed the door, resting her back on it. Whether it was the beginning of something new or just a one-night thing, it was worth it.


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With Love And Money

 Sugar Daddy!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, D/s themes, i think that’s it

Words: 8k 

Request:  ahhh yonni omg could you do a really nasty yoongi daddy kink smut with spanking please?


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BTS reaction when you have tattoos 

(requested by 2 anons: can I request a bts reaction to y/n having tattoos but being real soft instead of intimidating? thank you thank you !🌞🌞  + if you don’t mind can I request a bts reaction to y/n having tattoos but is an actual softie pls 🐸 have a nice week !!! 😇)

warnings: smut*ish*

This was the first time he saw your multiple small tattoos and knowing you’re a soft cutie he was caught off guard by this


Yoongi

„Those are lovely“ he said and it took you a while to get what he was talking about. But you realised very quickly as he kept staring there where the tattoos were with a smile on his face.


Namjoon

They were actually a turn-on for him. He bit his finger and looked at your leg where one of them was. „Hidding something from me?“ he said with a low voice as he hovered over you on the sofa.


Jin

He never thought you’d have a tattoo, let alone a few of them. He smirked and looked at you with a dark gaze. „You’ll have some explaining to do princess“


Jimin

Once he noticed them he went quiet and just stared at them intensely. He liked them.. a lot. His boner could prove that. „Jagi come here before I lose the little self-control I have“


Hoseok

He was mesmerized and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. At first he was shocked but on the other hand he liked them way too much. „I want to see them better. In bed. Now.“


Taehyung

He liked them but that was covered with pure shock. He gasped and looked at them wide-eyed. „Wow jagi um they are so pretty.. I had no idea.. Wow“


Jungkook

He walked in the room still eating breakfast when he saw your tattoos. He leaned on the table near you, smirking. „We’ll have fun tonight, I promise“ he gave you a dark, pervy look.



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Say Something...

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Words: 1257
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, death

Author‘s Note: This is really bad but I wrote it at 1:30 am so here ya go

Say something, I’m giving up on you
I’ll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere, I would’ve followed you
Say something, I’m giving up on you

        “I love you.”

        He wasn’t listening. 

        “Our spot, later?” 

        “Yeah, yeah, course. I have to go, Stark internship,” He said, grabbing his backpack and sprinting out the doors. 

        “Bye, Peter,” You whispered, watching him disappear behind the corner. “What are you doing, Y/N?” You muttered to yourself, as you grabbed your stuff from your locker.

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