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miraculance  asked:

Hey, happy birthday! :) How about a drabble based on that prompt that went around once, about lance's feelings being enhanced by some space flower and he spends a day or two mooning over keith with keith thinking it's just a temporary thing? I hope you had a great day!

i’ve never seen this prompt so it might not be exactly right but here you go! 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Pidge reassures Keith for the hundredth time, but Keith isn’t sure he believes her. “Stop asking if you’re not gonna believe me,” she adds, which makes him squint suspiciously at her. “I’m not reading your mind, you’re just obvious. So is the reason you’re asking me about this over and over.” 

“I’m just – Lance is a paladin, we need him to be functional to be a team,” Keith says, crossing his arms. He glances across the room where Coran is talking to Lance, still surprised when he meets Lance’s eyes despite the fact that Lance has been staring at him since they got back to the castle. Lance doesn’t blink, doesn’t even look embarrassed to be caught staring – he just grins brightly at Keith and waves a little. Keith flushes hot and then glares at Pidge when she laughs. “He’s not okay, Pidge, look at him.” 

“Looks normal to me,” Pidge mutters. Keith shoots her a look and she sighs. “It was just some weird space plant that messed with his neurotransmitters. It’s not dangerous, it’ll work through his system in a day or so. Coran isn’t worried, you shouldn’t be either.” 

But Keith does worry, especially when Lance sits close to him in the common area later and says, “Hey.” His voice is low, and it strokes down Keith’s spine like a fingertip. He shivers a little, but looks up at Lance despite himself. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Lance says dismissively. “I wanted to spend time with you.” He ducks his head and peers at Keith. “You know, you’ve got really pretty eyes.” 

“I – what?” Keith stammers, feeling his face heat up.

“You’re really cute,” Lance says, smiling. It’s not a smirk, not the way it usually is when Lance flirts with people. He looks like he’s saying something as if it were a well-known fact, a given. “You worrying about me is especially cute.” 

“I–” Keith says, at a loss for words. “I – this is just that plant thing talking–” 

“Plant thing? I was talking about you, Keith,” Lance says, brow furrowing. “Are you feeling okay?” He scoots closer and puts a hand against Keith’s forehead. Keith can feel his ears burning. “You’re warm,” Lance murmurs. 

“I’ve got to – I have to go now,” Keith says loudly. He stands up, and ignores the vaguely hurt pout Lance sends his way, and barricades himself in his room for the rest of the night. You have pretty eyes echoes over and over in his head throughout the rest of the night.

The next morning, Lance doesn’t show up to breakfast. After a while, Hunk begs for Keith to take him something to eat in case he started feeling ill. When Keith protests, saying someone else should go, Pidge says, “You were the one worrying about him.” 

So Keith knocks on Lance’s door with a bowl of good in one hand, and it stays closed for a disconcertingly long time, until eventually it whooshes open. Lance takes one look at him and turns scarlet. 

“Oh god,” he says, sounding terrified. 

“Um,” Keith says, because this is the exact opposite reaction he was expecting. 

“Oh my god,” Lance repeats. He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “Of course. Okay, yeah, might as well.” He takes the bowl of goo from Keith and sets it on a table near the door. He faces Keith again and looks him dead in the eye. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

Keith’s stomach sinks, any lingering hope that maybe it hadn’t been the plant dissipating immediately. “Right,” he says quietly. “Of course.” 

“It was really inappropriate,” Lance continues, looking pained. “We’re – you and I are partners, and friends, and that stupid plant just made me say things that I’ve been – I didn’t want you to find out like that, and I’m sorry–”

“Wait,” Keith says, frowning. “Find out – what do you mean?”

“That plant thing made me say whatever was on my mind,” Lance says. “Like, not a truth serum thing but just – my inhibitions were lowered. Didn’t – didn’t Pidge explain it to you?” 

“No,” Keith says, but he really had been paying more attention to Lance than Pidge, to be fair. 

“Oh my god,” Lance groans, running a hand through his hair. “I could have just – you didn’t know. But now you know. God, I look like such an idiot–” 

He looks so miserable that Keith can’t help but reach out, touching his arm gently. Lance goes completely still and looks at him, wide-eyed. “Uh,” Keith says, heart beating out of his chest. “It’s, um, cute. You – worrying. About me.” It’s not nearly as smooth as Lance had been, but Keith doesn’t have the advantage of being loose-lipped because of some weird space plant. 

Lance gapes at him, but only for a moment – after a second of comprehension, a smile starts at the corners of his mouth and curls in. He’s still flushed, but he looks more like the Lance Keith is used to. “Well,” Lance says, leaning against his door. “What else do I look cute doing?” 

“Ugh,” Keith says, but he’s grinning too. 

peach blossoms (m)

❥ word count: 46k

❥ genre: fluff + smut + very minimal angst ; magic au + school au

❥ pairing: reader/jimin

❥ warning(s)/kink(s): tons of immature humor, teasing, dirty talk, riding, dom undertones, hickies, slightly rough sex, grinding, admissions of feelings, (honestly the sex is fairly vanilla, this is mostly fluff)

❥ summary: as your best friend tries to help you create a potion for a project, you end up making a mistake that changes jimin and you have to turn him back before anyone sees and fix things in time for your project presentation. the catch? feelings are stupid and annoying and they happen to mess with your head as you try and return jimin back to normal.

❥ a/n & music can be found here

Originally posted by kpop-zodiac

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What If | Peter Parker

masterlist 

A/N: half of me wants to protect this smol child but the other half wants to kiss him :/

Warning: SPOILERS

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Mondays were the worst. Especially when you had a decathlon competition coming up. I’ve been studying my ass off so our team could win that trophy. Flash thought that he’d be the one to win but all of us know he’d sit there sweating his ass off not knowing anything. I took off my earphones and walked over to where my boyfriend, Peter, was taking out his books from his locker. I leaned against the locker next to him and smiled. 

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*whisper* the cutest setter is Kageyama 

This thing was my very first fanwork of Haikyuu!! It was so much work that I never finished it, but yesterday I found it in a folder so yeah, here it is, the bad thing is… I forgot the original dialogues *sigh*

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Sleepless Nights, touken headcanon/mini-fic

Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.

I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)

i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂  shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨

Preview

“Kaneki.”

“Y-Yes?” he stammers.

“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”

He’s shaking.

“Oh, w-well…”

“Do you?”

He swallows.

“I-I mean, if you ever feel col—“

Touka sighs.

“Fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight then.”

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anonymous asked:

9 and 23 with Jungkook. Thanks.

Prompt request: “Will you be quiet?!” + “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Humour

Summary: You and Jungkook are spearheading this year’s senior prank. After all is said and done, at the end of the night, the prank is the last thing you have on your mind.

Word count: 1.6k words


The sound of your footsteps thumping across the linoleum floors echoed through the empty building. You and Jungkook sprinted down the darkened hallways, attempting to hide from the approaching janitor.  

As you turned a corner, Jungkook grabbed your hand and roughly pulled you towards him. You tumbled into an empty classroom, nearly tripping over your own feet. Jungkook gently shut the door behind him, and you collapsed to the ground.

“I. Can’t. Believe. You,” you cried, each word punctuated by heavy panting. You were on all fours, head bowed, attempting to catch your breath in vain. Sweat was forming on your forehead.

“Will you be quiet!?” Jungkook hissed, peering through the small window on the door. Suddenly, he dropped to ground. He pressed his finger over his lips, trying to get you to shut up, and his eyes were frantic.

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle the sound of your heavy breathing. Through the door, you could hear the sound of nearing footsteps. In the silence of the empty school, the thump, thump, thump of every step was deafening.

Eventually, the footsteps receded and you let out the breath you were holding. You scooted backwards, leaning against the wall. Soon, Jungkook joined you, tossing his backpack to the side.

“What’s in there?” you asked, nodding your head towards the black bag.

“Supplies,” Jungkook replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “At least one of us came prepared.”

“I can’t believe I got roped into doing this stupid prank thing!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms petulantly. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Go ahead, Y/N,” he shrugged, a huge smile on his face. “The seniors do this every year. I doubt they’ll do anything to stop it now.”

You lapsed into comfortable silence, both of you watching the setting sun through the windows facing you. The sky was streaked with beautiful hues of pink, orange, and purple. You thought it was a fitting way to end your senior year.

“Can you believe we’re graduating in, like, one month?” you breathed, still looking at the sky before you. “We’re all gonna leave this stupid town and never see each other again.”

“I guess,” Jungkook answered after a couple seconds. “But this way, all of our memories will be preserved, you know? I’d rather remember everyone as they are now.”

“It’ll just be weird,” you sighed, looking at your hands that were clasped in your lap. “We grew up together. I’m only moving to another city, but it feels like I’m leaving my whole world behind.”

“We’ll forget about almost everyone here,” Jungkook said with certainty. “The people who matter most will stick around.”

“Will you stick around?” you asked, finally turning to look at Jungkook. He was already facing you, his eyes piercing into yours.

“Do you want me to?” Jungkook countered, his voice raw and honest.

Jungkook was the boy you had loved for as long as you could remember. Every feature on his face was so familiar to you, but you were afraid of forgetting one day. The warm sky cast a golden glow over his skin, highlighting the edges of his face. In this moment, Jungkook looked beautiful, and you desperately wanted to hold on.

“Jungkook, I–”

Suddenly, he slapped his hand over your mouth, on alert once again. You sighed inwardly, tempted to nip at his fingers, but remained still.

The janitor neared the room you were hiding in. As he grew closer, you and Jungkook shared a frightened look. The footsteps grew louder and louder, until they finally stopped. Right in front of the door.

Slowly, the doorknob turned. In the eerie quiet, you could hear the sharp sounds of breathing. Almost as if time had slowed, you watched Jungkook blink slowly at you as he mouthed indecipherable words.

A jingle of keys snapped you out of your stupor. The door above you was locked, the harsh sound cutting through the classroom. Both you and Jungkook sagged in relief. Once again, the footsteps receded. You let a few minutes pass, and once you were sure the janitor had left, you sprung into action.

“Let’s do this quickly,” Jungkook said, swinging his bag over his shoulder. “We’re gonna get onto the roof and I’m going to suspend you over the edge. Then–”

“Hold up,” you interrupted, eyes widening. “You’re suspending me over the roof?”

“Of course,” he replied nonchalantly, opening the door. He swung it open and stepped into he hall, waiting for you to join him. “It’s not like you can hold me up. Besides, how else did you think we were going to do this?”

Jungkook turned on his heel, walking down the long hall quickly. You had no choice but to follow him, quietly cursing under your breath as you went.


By now, the sun had completely set. You and Jungkook stood on your school’s roof, a gentle breeze brushing by you. Jungkook was pulling things out of his backpack, and you really weren’t looking forward to the events that were about to unfold.

“I can’t believe you,” you repeated for the millionth time. “I am going to die tonight.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Y/N,” Jungkook replied, unable to hide the fond smile that spread over his lips. He straightened up, holding what looked like a small harness in his hands. “Here, spread your legs.”

“At least take me on a date first,” you said, scandalized, placing a hand over your heart.

Jungkook looked up at you dryly, rolling his eyes. He quickly attached the harness around you and himself, anchoring you to him. He handed you a screwdriver.

“Just climb over the the edge and I’ll lower you slowly,” Jungkook instructed, gesturing to the ledge that separated you from falling off the side of the building. Which was now apparently your objective.

Sighing loudly, you approached the ledge. Peering over the side, you observed the large distance between where you were standing and the hard, concrete ground. You gulped audibly and swung your leg over the side of the edge. You cast Jungkook a glance over your shoulder, and he smiled encouragingly.

Eventually, you lowered yourself so you were dangling over the ledge. You were holding your entire body up with your arms. You braced your feet against the side of the brick wall, getting ready to descend.

“Okay,” you called out to Jungkook. “Lower me down.”

Once Jungkook’s pulled the rope taut, you let go of the wall, completely suspended by Jungkook’s weight. You clutched the rope tightly, ready to be lowered gently.

You weren’t expecting to suddenly plummet to the ground.

A scream lodged itself in your throat, and your heart stopped as you tumbled downwards. But as quickly as you had fallen, you had stopped. The rope tightened again, and your entire body was jerked as Jungkook stopped the fall.

“Jungkook, what the fuck!?” you shouted, clutching your wildly beating heart.

“Sorry, sorry,” Jungkook called down breathlessly. “That was my bad. Won’t happen again.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pulling the screwdriver out of your back pocket. Miraculously, it hadn’t fallen during your descent.

In front of you were huge, rusted metal letters that spelled, “Fulton Black Institute.” They spread across the front of the school, seen by everyone who passed by the building. It was your job to strategically remove a few letters so the sign read “Fuck it” instead.

It had been Jungkook’s brilliant idea.

Quickly, you set to work, unscrewing the letters and letting them drop loudly to the ground. The sky was darkening rapidly, and you could barely see the small screws.

“Move me a bit over to the right,” you called up to Jungkook. He complied, dragging you unsteadily, but slowly, thank god, to the right.

After several long minutes, you had finally detached all of the unnecessary letters. The metal pieces lay mangled on the ground below you. Belatedly, you wondered how long it would take the school to replace the destroyed letters.

“I’m done, now,” you called up, tugging the rope gently. “Beam me up, Scotty!”

“Took long enough,” you heard Jungkook mutter.

“I can hear you.”

He laughed loudly and began to pull you back up. The ascent was much smoother, and you were slowly raised back up to the roof. Once you had a secure grip of the ledge, you lifted yourself up and swung over side.

You tumbled over the ledge, landing on your back. Jungkook peered down at you, and you met his gaze with a smile.

“We did it!” you exclaimed happily. “Senior year: complete!”

Jungkook laughed again, grabbing your hands and pulling you upright. You couldn’t help it–you wrapped your arms around his broad body and squeezed tightly. He stood frozen for a second, but after a moment he returned your embrace, his hands winding around you.

Eventually, the two of you pulled apart. As you leaned back, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself. Just as you opened your mouth, Jungkook spoke.

“Wait,” he said with a smile, hands moving up to cup your face. “You don’t need to say anything, Y/N. Me too.”

“W-what?” you spluttered, your cheeks heating up underneath Jungkook’s touch.

“Me too,” Jungkook repeated, smiling even wider.

Then he leaned down, his lips meeting yours. It was warm, and soft, and perfect. You wrapped your arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. You could have stood there for minutes, hours, or even days. The only thing you could feel was Jungkook–Jungkook everywhere. You were completely wrapped up in him, unaware of everything else around you.

But you did know one thing. Everything was going to be okay.

- Girl in Luv

In honour of Jungkook graduating (and me lmao)! Hope you enjoyed. Sorry it took awhile to get to this request!!! 

can’t keep her hands off