okay where am i going with this

Okay but

I am losing it over one shot in that promo.

It’s not even one of the malec scenes. Alright, yes, both Magnus and Alec are in it, but it’s the shot with Alec on the ground with Magnus and Izzy kneeling beside him. Alec looks horrified, and he has his hand over the part of his torso where his fucking parABATAI RUNE IS?!?!

We’ve speculated, but I’m taking this as confirmation that in the final episode of season 2, Jace is killed, and that moment we just saw was Alec feeling it through their bond.

I am not going to survive. 

Death.

Chester Bennington committed suicide.
The vocalist of Linking Park.
The stranger who knew everything I was going through in the worst times of my life.
The stranger who gave me good vibes and told me it was okay to suffer. The one who said there are things outta our control.
Who told me that I knew what it takes to move on.
What the fuck did you do?
Where did all of that go?
Huh?
You just had the pain and what happened to the letting it go part?
Why did you have to decide that you had enough?
Because we did not.
I didn’t.
I trusted you, a stranger more than anyone I knew.
And there will be a day when I am shedding tears over more strangers.
Singers. Footballers.
Family. Friends.
What do I do then?
When the sand from beneath my feet just slides away.
When all that I knew stops to exist.
Where does my existence go then?
When I become backdated? All that made my day just becomes a memory.
My goodness they will never understand, the next generation.

Oh god!
How much do I loathe death.
Fucker keeps fucking up my life.
Always.
Always.
And how he has the power to change things.
To change perceptions. Now he’ll soon be forgotten. No new songs. Nothing. Not that voice. Nothing. Oh the void. What do I do with it!

shylittlemoosen  asked:

Good morning STARshine. It's about 12:08AM where I am so that means I'm a bad chil for not being in bed XD BUT. Hope you're feelin okay if you aren't going to school >_> I THINK it's Friday. Maybe I'm confused and it's Saturday, but I got other school things to do later today too.

Yep, it’s friday today ;w;
more or less will be fine and goodluck with school work later

modern hades and persephone where persephone is a tired college student and when she finds out the god of the underworld wants to make her his bride she’s like “become queen of the dead AND never have to go to an 8 AM lecture again, not to mention watch with popcorn as my ex dies and finds out my new boyfriend is his new king? YES PLZ” and just fucking swandives down into the underworld and hades is like “…i had a carriage prepared but okay that works too”

I’ve never seen anyone else make this post, so I GUESS THIS IS UP TO ME:

So waaaaaaaay back in season one of Steven Universe, we got our first ~new fashion~ opportunities for the gems in the episode “Beach Party” where the gems generate cute new beach outfits. Garnet: cute. Amethyst: ultra cute. But Pearl’s didn’t quite sit right with me.

A part of me thought: “Well I guess this shows that Pearl has no idea what a ‘beach party’ entails and is concerned with being proper, thus highlighted by this far-too-fancy dress.” And also “I guess the writers and artists know better than I.” But really at the time I couldn’t get over that it felt somehow too … feminine for Pearl.

Of course this is all pre-”Rose’s Scabbard”, pre-”Jail Break”, pre-lots of things.

Because come seasons three and four we got this:

And then this:

And let’s not forget this look:

And so far capped off with this:

So in conclusion: I am both happy that I always knew it my heart that Pearl is a total butch lesbian, and understand now that the SU crew had to maintain a certain plausible deniability (“oh look at Pearl in this ~nice dress~”) for a while before they could go “just kidding, everyone is super gay all the time.”

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Spinning, Ramadan and…

MUTASIM: Okay. What the fuck happened now?

[HEY BRISKEBY]

ELIAS: What’s up everyone! Welcome back, I hope you’re well. Like I always say, you look good no matter what. Today, like you can tell, we’re in a totally different place. We’re outside, for the first time in history.

ADAM: Yousef!

YOUSEF: Yes?

ADAM: Why are were here today and not at home?

MIKAEL: Why?

MUTASIM: It’s because one of the people here, doesn’t dare to go to another person’s place because..

ADAM: Explain!

MUTASIM: Something happened at someone’s else’s place with someone.

YOUSEF: Mutta is explaining. I thought we have to get tan and stuff because we’re..

MUTASIM: Because we’re sitting in the shade.

YOUSEF: Get some pigment.

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Okay but guys I was inspired last night and I thought, “what about that au where Lance was on the Kerberos mission???”

And I was like, “Holy crap I gotta write this shit now” so here I am 

*ahem* so:

-The Garrison decided to have a special, one-spot-only for a cadet in the top class at the Garrison in order to boost publicity for the launch of the Kerberos mission

-They inputed a bunch of tests and shit in order to make sure the cadet was actually qualified to go to Kerberos

-Lance was originally not going to go because “It’s just gonna be a mission to find more boring space ice!”

-But then Hunk started explaining that it was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity because it would look so good on his career and it would practically sky-rocket a lifetime as a fighter pilot 

-So Lance hits the books hard

-However, surprise surprise, Keith is competing for it as well.

-So insert all of this time competitively studying and trying to scope out the competition (but everyone knows that that’s not the only thing they’re checking out ;-) )

-After the testing is all over and done with, it is revealed that Lance one by ONE point 

-Lance is ecstatic

-The training with Shiro, Matt, and Samuel begin (because they have to make sure all of the crew members know what to do, and if they’ll even work together)

-Matt and Lance become instant best friends and have weird nicknames for each other (because they’re both brothers, giant memes, and secretly cry themselves to sleep at night) 

-Lance and Mr. Holt are pretty friendly, because Mr. Holt is a nice guy and they work well together

-Shiro is a tougher nut to crack, because he feels like Lance just isn’t as serious as Keith would be in this situation, but he does eventually grow to love Lance like a son 

-EVENTUALLY (gotta have that sweet Langst, amiright)

-Lance learns about Katie/Pidge from Matt and Mr. Holt’s MANY stories about them (Matt: Oh remember that time that Katie did this…), and grows a sort-of friendship with Keith because Shiro is Keith’s adopted brother and you cannot tell me otherwise 

-Then the launch happens

-Lance promises to send transmissions to Hunk every week, and they will both miss each other

-Keith has developed a sort-of crush by the time the launch happens, but he tells himself he’ll make sure that it’s real before he ruins what he has with Lance

-Then the mission goes south. 

-And they don’t come back. 

-Everyone is distraught. Lance’s family is broken, Hunk is horrified, and Keith is angry. 

-Keith ‘drops out’ (but is really expelled) from the Garrison after ‘behavioral issues’ (he tried to find out more about Kerberos)

-Hunk is trying to find out more, but he doesn’t want to get expelled so he has to do it very sparingly and quickly

-Enter Pidge

-Hunk and Pidge see the crash-landed pod from outer space and both think “Is that Lance/My family?”

-Surprise, surprise, it’s Space Dad himself, screaming ‘bout aliens. 

-Keith joins them 

-They go and find the Blue Lion 

-But, it just opens up for all of them instead of Lance, saying that she will take them to where they need to go, but none of them are worthy enough to pilot her

-Keith and Pidge theorize it’s because the Lion is an ancient force only able to be wielded by some sort of deity (or some other conspiracy theory) 

-They go to the castle

-And we’ll see what happens next ;-)))))))

Tell me if you want more and I’ll make another one :D

[EDIT: Apparently something was wrong with the translations. So I apologise for going off but it still applies to every group and every member!]

Rant about this. Istg, I am going to throw hands. It contains a lot of swearing. So forgive me for my sins.

Okay, but nah, y'all really got me fucked up now.

But in all seriousness, some of you actually need to sit the fuck down and see where you lie within a fandom. This is not just about BTS, no. But some of you fake ARMYs have me fucked up. Leaving because of a name change. Asking for other members during their V-Live. Not appreciating them as much as you appreciate your own bias.

I said this once, I’m gonna say it again till some of you get your head out of your fucking asses.

It is “BTS” not “Maknae Line and some old guys”. It is “BLACKPINK not Lisa and some other girls”. It is “TWICE” not “Japan Line and other chicks”. It is “Red Velvet” not “Irene ft Seulgi and their backups”. It is “Girls’ Generation” not “Yoona ft Taeyeon and some other cute girls”. It is “Day6” not “Jae and idk who the other guys are”.

No. They don’t work hard for you to shit on them and no appreciate them. The fact the J-Hope has to say “fans that like him” instead of just “fans” in general. Goes to show how much you uglies have hurt him.

You think words don’t fucking hurt? Y'all go through break ups and wanna die. A break up is done with words. What makes you think your words don’t hurt idols when you go around saying mean shit to them and about them. Think before you fucking speak.

Appreciate every member. We’re here to support them and let them know that they’re appreciated and that we’re thankful for their hard work. To let them know that you don’t have to be perfect to make us happy.

If you want to fight me on this, I am ready. Come at me while I am heated.

The implications of that past tense are….interesting. 

Dex has known Shitty for two years. What does he call him now?

“Now KPC,” you may say, “he doesn’t really call him anything now because he’s not at Samwell anym–”

“Shhh,” I say, gently laying a finger on your supple lips, “there’s literally a panel last update where Dex and Shitty are seen cheering on the Falcs together.”

“Okay,” you concede, “but where are you going with this?”

“I’m going to the obvious conclusion:” I draw out the words before pausing for dramatic effect. “Dex, through what are probably hilariously mundane circumstances, found out Shitty’s first name.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper, stunned.

“Or rather,” I counter, “holy not Shit.”

Yet another from this long list of prompts, completely unprompted.

Number Twelve: “I’m pregnant.”


The text came in at 7:17am, and in the mean time, Stiles had made his way through four and a half breakdowns, all of them for different reasons.

Number One: Male werewolves could get pregnant, and tying into that:

Number Two: Derek had never found it relevant to their two year relationship to share this fun fact. That didn’t say much as to his thoughts on their future together, which stung.

Number Three: Stiles was going to be a father at twenty-four.

Number Four: Just the night before, with Derek in Argentina visiting Cora, Stiles ate a dinner of Cheetos, plain microwaved hotdogs wrapped in bread, and four beers before passing out on the couch with the tv remote in his hand. He was not ready to be a father.

Number Five (still ongoing, more or less halfway through): They were going to have to move because no amount of corner guards or stupid little outlet plugs could childproof the loft. The door to the kitchen was literally a jagged hole in a brick wall. Stiles caught his shins on it regularly, they were always a mess of scabs and bruises.

Actually his entire body was a mess of scabs and bruises, because that was his life now, had been since sophomore year: fighting off the forces of supernatural evil.

Too bad he couldn’t childproof his life.

Oh god, they were going to have to move out of Beacon Hills. Away from the pack.

Nothing was stable in Beacon Hills, it had been eight years of panic and anxiety and near deaths and actual deaths. They couldn’t bring a baby into their current lives, Stiles wouldn’t even bring an adult into this hellhole. Who was trained in firearms. With combat experience.

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So Something Happened at Phoenix Con

I’m not usually one to complain, or criticize, or speak out at all really. I’m one of those fans that just quietly sits in the corner and admires from afar, silently praising all the guys for what they do. But every now and again, someone does something that lights me up, and I’m off like a firecracker.

As I’m sure you’ve concluded, that happened recently.

I’m a Jared girl, but I love and respect all the actors equally. Respect being a keyword here. Phoenix con 2017 is going on now. As it so happens, that’s exactly where this incident took place. Yesterday. On the day mostly recognized as Misha’s day of the con.

Let’s all just agree that Misha is an incredible human okay? He’s actual such an incredible human that he borders on being a real life angel. He deserves all the good things in the world. Which is why I am particularly fired up because of what happened.

**Not naming names because this is not to bash anyone, just to draw attention to the fact that these are people with real, human emotions**

I’m going to summarize this the best I can because, honestly, the more I talk about it the angrier I get (and I’m not an angry person, this just really doesn’t sit well with me).

Long story short, there was a con-goer that had been to a con in the past and she had Misha sign her arm. Misha had said that if she still had the autograph on her arm the next time he saw her, he would buy her ice cream. No harm in that part. This is where things start getting…. Uncomfortable.

The girl then decided she was going to take Misha up on that (which, admit it, we would all try to keep Misha’s auto on us as long as we could, bet or not). But, instead of doing any number of options that would be considered safe and acceptable, she peeled off her skin, including the autograph, and preserved it.

Are you still with me? Hold on. I’m not done yet.

At Phoenix Con, she then adhered it back to her skin. Now, I’m not sure if she showed it to him during a panel, or ops, or autos, or where. But when she did show it to him, he told her to take it off.

**this is where I get seriously pissed**

So, she takes it off. AND FUCKING THROWS IT AT HIM.

This girl, who claims to love and respect Misha Collins throws a piece of her dry, dead, decaying skin at him. It lands in his lap and his handler has to come pick it up. She tries to excuse it by saying ‘it’s all in good fun’ and that he’s ‘used to her by now’, but let’s make a few things clear.

It’s all in good fun? I’m sorry, I have never once in my life have gone around throwing preserved skin at people for the fun of it. And I’ve asked some of my friends (the ones that wouldn’t call the cops on me for asking such a question) and they all said the same thing. I don’t care if you’re a celebrity or Mary Jane that lives next door, people don’t like having dead skin thrown on them. Especially a stranger’s skin.

Secondly, no matter how many times we meet them, they really don’t know us. They don’t know if you’ve got any diseases. They might not even recognize you, really. How many times have you seen someone at work over and over and over again but don’t really know them? I have. I’ll admit it. And you know what? It is my job to interact and build report with customers. And I’m not a celebrity – I don’t have millions of people begging for time with me.

I guess I made this post for a few reasons:

1.       Is my anger justified or misplaced? Taking into consideration that, while I’ve never met them (Pitt Con is so far away), I do love them like they’re family

2.       I’m open to opinions.

3.       I want to make a PSA that Jared, Jensen, and Misha – hell EVERYONE – are human. Don’t do something to them that you wouldn’t like having done to you. If you wouldn’t like have dead animals thrust into your hand, don’t make them hold one. If you wouldn’t like someone to throw decaying organs on you, don’t do it to them! You paid money for a ticket to the con. You did not pay money to abuse them.

I know I’m going to probably get hate for this, and to be honest, I really don’t care. If you think I’m right, great. I’m glad someone sees this from where I’m at and finds it just as wrong as I do. If you think I’m wrong then… well, you keep doing whatever you think is right. We’ll agree to disagree.

tl;dr – Don’t throw your decaying, preserved skin at Misha because he’s a human and it’s disgusting on so many levels. Show him respect. Show all of them respect. You know Misha is too kind to say anything about how uncomfortable it makes him, so just save everyone from being awkward, and save the fandom from feeling like we have to apologize for the actions of a single fan.

Promises (Part One)

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter Parker is your best friend (and crush), although you don’t know he’s Spider-Man yet. One day, you’re attacked by The Vulture and badly hurt.

Word count: 1,472

Warnings: Some violence and mention of blood.

Tags: @thisisthelilith @idroppedthefries @avengers-earths-mightiest-heroes

A/N: I’m still shook about spiderman: homecoming, the avengers: infinity war trailer (that i didn’t even get to see smh), and I recently found out that infinity wars was being filmed in Queens A WEEK before I was planning to visit NYC…so I’ve been working on this request to calm me down lol. I have way too many feelings about Marvel atm. Someone please help me 🙃 (Also, I’m turning this request into multiple parts because I had way too many ideas for it and it was about to be way too long)

(Part Two)


“Hey, you,” You heard from behind your locker door.              

The voice scared you so much that you slammed your locker shut in panic. When you saw who it was, your cheeks turned bright crimson.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared the shit out of me.”

Peter just grinned, amused that he was able to fluster you without even trying.

“Sorry. Why so jumpy today?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I don’t know. I just woke up feeling kind of weird today. It’s no big deal. What are you doing after school today? Ned told me he got the Lego Deathstar set.”

Peter raised an eyebrow and leaned against the locker beside you. Your quick change of subject and flustered rambling couldn’t trick him. He knew something was wrong with you, but he decided to bypass it for now. He didn’t want to make you talk about something you didn’t want to talk about, so he just shook his head and carried on with the conversation as if everything was normal.

“I heard. I wish I could help you guys build it, but I got the Stark internship after school.”

You rolled your eyes and copied his pose, your shoulder falling hard against your locker.

“You always have the Stark internship. Doesn’t he ever let you take a break?”

Peter chuckled again.

“Uh, not really. No. It’s okay though, I like it.”

You were still annoyed, but you didn’t want to crap all over something Peter loved. So you just gave him a little fake smile instead.

“I’m glad you enjoy it. Ned and I will miss you though.”

Peter gave you one of his little appreciative half-smiles.

“I’ll miss you, too. Uh, both of you… I mean,” He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Anyways, can I walk you out?”

You nodded and the both of you headed towards the front entrance of Midtown High.

You and Peter had parted ways a while back on your journey home. You felt a little antsy walking alone in Queens, and Peter was reluctant to leave you alone, but you convinced him that you would be fine. You kept checking your phone nervously, waiting for Ned to text you back about the plan for that night. When you looked up, you realized that you didn’t even know where you were walking anymore. You stopped and looked around. There was an ominous feeling in the air – the same creepy feeling you got when you woke up this morning. Something bad was about to happen. You could feel it.

You spun around, and just as you did, you saw a winged creature swooping down to grab you. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was a pair of mechanical talons gripping your shoulders.

When you woke up, your vision was blurry. You tried to sit up, but when you did, your body was wracked with pain. You fell back to the ground and hit your head on the pavement, worsening your anguish. When you reached back to cradle it, you felt something warm and sticky on your hands. You tried to lift your other arm, but couldn’t. You tried and failed to move your legs as well. You didn’t know what happened to you, but you knew that it was bad. You lay still, waiting for the pain to stop when you saw a blurry figure running to you.

“Y/N!” You heard the figure scream, and you knew at once that it was Peter.

But you were out before you could even say his name.

… 

Beep…Beep…Beep.

The first thing you heard before you opened your eyes was the steady beeping of the heart monitor next to you. The next thing was worried voices speaking next to you.

“She’s going to be alright, kid. It’ll take her a while to get there, but she’s going to be alright.”

“You don’t get it, Tony. I let this happen. Me. This whole thing is my fault.”

As soon as you recognized the second voice as Peter’s, you knew you had to open your eyes for him. It took all of the strength in your body, but finally your eyes fluttered open. You tried to say something comforting to him, but nothing came out. Instead, you made a grunting noise and tried to reach out for him.

Peter immediately kneeled down next to you and put an arm on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Wait, no, don’t try to talk. Or move. Just…thank god you’re okay.”

“P…Peter. W-what…happened?” You struggled to ask.

Peter just stared at you with a pained expression.

“It’s…complicated. You got hurt. But you’re going to be okay now.”

You turned your gaze to Tony Stark, who was standing sullenly in the corner of the room.

“Why is he here? Where am I?”

Tony stepped forward and gripped the footboard of your hospital bed.

“You’re in Avengers Tower. In the medical bay.”

“What? Why aren’t I in a real hospital? Where’s my parents…?”

You shifted uncomfortably under your sheets, trying to sit up, but stopped abruptly and groaned when you felt a sharp pain in your ribs. Peter pressed gently on your shoulder to keep you from moving.

“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N.”

“Why am I here? And where are my parents?” You asked again sharply, starting to fully regain your voice.

“Your parents are on their way here. And, uh, you’re here because… well, because…”

“Because Peter reached out to me for help when he found you. We’ve got the best and brightest working here. You’re in very good hands,” Tony interrupted.

“Yeah, exactly. Plus he offered to keep you here for free so your parents won’t have to pay any medical bills. He’s been really helpful with all of this.”

You relaxed back into your pillows, staring at Tony with a questioning look.

“Thank you, Tony,” you mumbled, not buying that that was the whole story.

“No problem. Any friend of Peter’s is a friend of mine. I should go, but Peter here will take excellent care of you. It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m just sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”

With that, he patted Peter roughly on the shoulder, gave him a look over the rim of his glasses, and walked out the door.

“What was that about?” You questioned Peter.

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

He put both of his elbows on the edge of your bed, balling his fists together and resting them against his lips. He was thinking very hard about something.

“Peter… don’t think for one second that I’m going to give up asking about what’s going on. I’m not stupid. I know something bad happened, and I need to know what it was,” You croaked.

Peter looked into your eyes, and you could tell he knew you were right. He had to tell you, no matter how hard it was for him. He sighed loudly and got up to pull up a chair beside you.

“Okay. Uh, I don’t really know how to say this…but, uh, you were attacked. By The Vulture. Do you know who that is?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, searching your brain for any prior knowledge you had of who that could be. When you finally remembered seeing him on the news a few times, you nodded slowly.

“Spider-Man fought him a couple of times, right?”

Peter nodded at the floor, not able to look you in the eyes.

“Ned called me and said you never texted him back. He seemed really worried, so I started walking to your house to see if you were there. And then on the way I saw him… and I found you. Just laying there in an alley. I was so scared. I thought that I was too late. I thought I lost you, Y/N.”

He looked so upset that it took everything in your power not to sit up and wrap your arms around him. Instead, you rested your hand on top of his. It was all you could muster. Peter sniffled a little bit and gave you a weak smile.

“I don’t understand, Peter. What would The Vulture want with me?”

Peter looked up at you and shook his head slowly.

“I…don’t know, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

He looked like he was almost in as much pain as you, so you intertwined your fingers with his in an attempt to comfort him further.

“Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault, Peter.”

He smiled again, but he still looked tormented.

“I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you again,” he whispered, tightening his grip on your hand. “I promise.”

You smiled at him sleepily. Feeling your cheeks beginning to burn, you cleared your throat and released his hand.

“So…Avengers Tower, huh? Do you think you could get Black Widow to pay me a visit?”

Things I love about the newest Dead By Daylight Lets Play
  • Jack the fucking MVP in the first game
  • “Maybe the red t-shirt wasn’t the best way to go”
  • Everyone screaming and yelling but saviors are fucking dead silent
  • “OH NO YOU’RE REAL”
  • Geoff singing loudly while Micheal saves Andy
  • Just people getting saved really.
  • Andy leading Dr.Jack to literally everyone
  • “You’re my curse!”
  • “Andy Come here.” “Where?” “Out.*Tiniest ”okay” ever*
  • Jeremy hiding the second he see’s Andy. And Dr.Jack coming around the corner 5 seconds later.
  • Andy’s no!’s
  • “Where is he I don’t know” *Whack* “Damn it! I thought you were serious.”
  • Dr.Jack unceremoniously dropping Andy and going after Micheal at the exit
  • Gavin’s entrance into the room
  • Gavin shining a flashlight in Andy’s face
  • Dr.Andy trapping Jeremy and not knowing how to use his weapon
  • “I touched your back. “How was it?”
  • Jeremy’s million dollars but phone call
  • “Jack are you a generator?” “I am a generator”
  • “Is Andy still in the game?”
  • Jeremy wiggling in Dr.Andy’s arms, Andy walking past Micheal at a generator and then being followed by Jack all while Jeremy is just saying “WIGGLEeee” in the background.
  • Jack: “Is anyone opening a door?” Geoff:“Nooooooo” Three seconds later “Yesssssss”
  • Micheal and Jeremy leaving through the opposite door
  • Jeremy got away with his lunch
Cinderella

Summary: After waking up in the morning finding out you had a one night stand with someone you don’t even know…you rush out as quickly as possible…too bad you forgot your cell phone.

Pairing: Jeon Jeong-guk (Jungkook) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2k

A/N: extremely Mature rating

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“How do I look?” You asked your best friends.

“Gorgeous.” They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.

“And here.” Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. “Guys like messy.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” It wasn’t your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.

Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren’t working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven’t been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you the love you deserve. He just wasn’t happy, which you respected.

Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.

“Okay….lets go.” Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.

“It will be fun, don’t worry.” She told you.

-

When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. “Lets get some fuel.” Lalisa started walking towards the bar.

6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. “Hey.” You looked up following the voice. “Do you see that hot guy over there.” Lalisa pointed with her eyes.

You started to look. “Hey don’t be obvious.” She alerted you.

“Sorry.” You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.

You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.

He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren’t suppose to be talking about him.

“Go over there and talk to him.” Lalisa pressured you.

“Unless it’s too soon.” Rosé debated.

“No it’s the perfect opportunity….its been long enough…you need to put yourself back out there.” Lalisa argued.

“I’m going over there.” Lalisa stood up. “I’m going to introduce him to you and then I’m going to take his hot friend with the dimples.” Then she stormed off.

As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were too sober for this.

You saw the guy smile in your direction. “Lalisa always wins.” Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.

You were left drinking alone. You didn’t want to act like you were desperate and you weren’t, you wanted to take it at a slow level.

You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.

“Hi.” Oh, it’s real. “I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out to you.

“Hi.” You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you.”

“What did she say?” You nervously asked.

“She said that I’m an idiot if I don’t talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club.”

You slapped you forehead amused. “I’m so sorry about her.”

“I wouldn’t disagree.” You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.

Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. “Let’s go dance.” You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.

A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. You couldn’t remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.

The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.

And this case you did. “Do you want to get out of here?” You whispered in his ear.

“Yeah.” Then you don’t even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.

You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn’t read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.

Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.

You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.

You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.

You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn’t help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.

You sat back up letting go of him you didn’t want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.

He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.

You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.

You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.

You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook’s pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.

-

Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn’t recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit! What have you done?

You slowly got up trying not to wake what’s his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that’s why it’s best to sneak out.

On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn’t but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn’t have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.

When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.

“Oh my god there you are.” Rosé panicked. “I tried calling you.”

You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.

“Wow you bad girl.” Rosé smirked at you. “You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex.” She pouted.

“Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin.”

“That’s nice.” You grabbed the aspirin.

“Anyways….what happened?”

“I don’t remember.” You groaned.

You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.

“I snuck out before I could ask.” You confessed.

“Well maybe you’ll see him again.”

“Maybe….we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay.” You suggested.

“I already did…but both of you ignored my calls.” Rosé intrigued.

You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn’t there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.

“Fuck.” You said panicked “fuck, fuck, fuck.” You got up.

“What?” Rosé rushed to you.

“I forgot my phone.”

-

A few hours later you were still panicked. “What am I going to do?”

“I told you already.” Rosé said annoyed.

Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. “What’s up?” She said casually.

“Where the fuck were you?” Rosé sat up annoyed. “I’ve trying calling you all day.”

“Sorry I was out.” She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. “I had the best time last night.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stick around with this one.” The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.

“He’s so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean.” She blushed. “We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast.”

“Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor.” She laughed.

You just sighed. “What’s wrong?” Lalisa asked.

“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met….I don’t even remember him that much, just his face.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t sneak out maybe you could get to know him.” Rosé said.

“You snuck out….oh (Y/N)….that’s going to give him the wrong idea and now you’ll probably never see him again.” Lalisa said disappointed.

“She’s going to have too.” Rosé spoke for you.

Lalisa looked at you both. “I forgot my phone.” You said trying to stay calm.

-

“What if he answers?”

“That’s what we want doofus.” Rosé stated.

“I’ll just buy a new phone.” You turned away.

“No you wont.” Lalisa pulled you back.

“Call.” Rosé handed you her phone.

You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.

“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.

“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.

“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?

“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”

He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.

-

Masterlist | Part 2

Involved: Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Okay so i got like, nine requests and messages for this and I wasn’t going to do it so soon but i am genuinely excited about this. I have no idea where i’m going with it, but im excited nonetheless. PSA this has smut so like……look out

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

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You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head - with Peter Parker?❤️ i love your writing!

Originally posted by koenigreus

Perhaps riding the subway when you’re half asleep isn’t really the best choice when you live in such an overpopulated city as Queens. You were currently fighting to keep you’re eyes open as your grip on the pole started to loosen. The only thing managing to keep you awake was the music that you were purposefully keeping on it’s highest volume.

Peter Parker wasn’t really sure what had drawn him to you. Maybe it was how you always seemed drowsy despite the morning work rush crowding around you. Or maybe he never really noticed you until you flopped into his arms.

Yeah, okay. So it wasn’t quite as dramatic as it sounds. You were simply off in your own sleep-deprived world when you lost your grip completely, only to go tumbling into a boy your age with scary-quick reflexes.

“Sorry, geez.” You stumbled up, out of his hold and upright. “I’m not very good at standing I suppose.”

Peter smiled at you, fighting the blush that was making it’s way onto his face. Never in a million years would he dream about actually talking to you. “No! You’re okay. The poles can sometimes be slippery.”

His eyes widened as he processed what just came out of his mouth. ‘The poles are slippery! What does that even mean, Parker?!’

You simply giggled and found a place to grab on just under Peter’s hand. “So, you must go to Midtown. Am I right?” You said, gesturing to his uniform.

“Yeah. You, uh, you go there too?” He asked, curious as to why he had never came to that conclusion after gazing at you on the subway for three months.

“Yep.” You replied simply, not knowing where to take the conversation next.

“Well..” Peter murmured while scratching the back of his neck. “Since we go to the same school-”

“Let’s walk together.” You cut him off as the train came to a stop. “Come on…what did you say you’re name was again?”

“Oh. I-I didn’t. I’m Peter…Parker.” He smiled and followed you out of the car.

“Cool. I’m Y/n. Let’s get going! I have Smith for English first and she’s brutal when I’m late.” You grinned, pulling Peter by the wrist towards campus as he followed with a slight chuckle and bounce in his step.


It became almost routine. You’d meet Peter outside of his apartment building and you’d both walk to the subway station together, ride with each other and repeat the entire process after school.

You liked having the company and Peter liked any excuse he had to spend more time with you. Both of you had similar senses of humor and got along well, even when bantering about which avenger is best.

While your friendship was growing, both you and Peter seemed to pick up on something unspoken between the laughter and conversations. The only problem was that you were content with friendship if it meant that you got to keep Peter by your side.

“Woah. It’s packed today.” Peter murmured as you both stepped onto the train after school. “Maybe people are heading out for the holiday.”

You shrugged your shoulders and squeezed into a tight spot beside Peter. Unfortunately, with the way the car was packed, you stood with your back towards him, making conversation difficult and awkward.

Peter sighed, looking down at the top of your head before forming an idea. He rested his chin against your hair, making sure not to press hard in worry of hurting you.

You couldn’t hide the giggle that escaped your lips. “What are you doing?”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on you’re head.” He replied, secretly loving the smell of your shampoo.

“You’re one weird kid, Parker.” You blushed, keeping your head as still as possible.

“But you love it!” He laughed.

And that you did.


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