Exo: referred to as gods by the future generation; they could release an album full of high pitched screaming and still would make the best selling kpop album; china line who?; we are 1 what?; korean members with chinese stage names; don’t let the satan near you; yehet, kkaebsong; give Sehun lines
Bts: from nowhere to everywhere; hyperactive kids making good music; kids with mental health issues doing vanalism; they look at you - you faint; shit down, beach - bitch?, ikskjuz miii; zoo; give Jin lines
Ikon: B.I, Bobby and friends; favoritism by yg; “the next bigbang”, but yg seems to forget about them so does the crowd; being hyped up then ending up disappointed; capable of doing good music but refuses to; give chanwoo lines
Got7: no mvs in the future just videos of them dabbing;
b side tracks always better than the titles; acrobatics until their neck breaks; not so creative fandom name; bamx2 is big; jaCSon, hard carry by Monsta x
Winner: searching for them - error404: nowhere to be found; somewhere in the yg building; Taehyun had enough shit, wants his own band, searching for members through tumblr; capable of being unique, yg aint letting them; let them break out
Day6: now 5live, nope, day8, members: sungjin, wonpil, dowoon, youngk, jae, chicken little, brian, younghyun; the one who has a stage name but seems like everyone is forgetting about it; dancing king; hashtag king; let dowoon sing
Astro: too much sugar in my eyes i can’t see; too pure for you; won’t ever do other than cute concepts; michael jackson; giant maknae; voice cracks for life; new generation of flower boys
Seventeen: too many; pledis has a thing for girly boys; pledis’ only income;
leg breaking choreos; adore u remakes as title tracks; no dark concepts in the future; sebeuntin; carrots, mounteen; slipping here and there; dino nugu aegi;
thughao, 10:10; divaboo; noone looks like suga; jeongcheol, meanie; give china line lines
Vixx: concept kings but kinda ran out of concepts;
oldschool kpop feel; from vixx ravi to solo ravi - full upgrade; one of the prettiest fandom names; endless leader bullying; serial killer; let the maknae line sing
Shinee: going strong since 2008;
people seem to pay less attention to them; taemin upgraded; weird fashion taste - key; cola cola; don’t sleep on them
Infinite: dope intros - give you chills; old kpop sound, unique sound;
scorpion dance, live singing + synchronized choreos;
dinosaur who’s laugh can be heard without a mic; endless leader and maknae bullying; saved woollim; give sungyeol and sungjong lines
Monsta x: future strippers;
stuck between hiphop and sexy concepts;
wtf is going on here mvs, gay mvs; cringiest fandom name; weird noises by the rapper; damn daniel; how to learn hungarian by changkyun;
abs, memes; ten years later: waiting for their first win; mosta x, moista x, monster x; give hyungwon lines;
Bigbang: legends; noone can dance, too lazy to dance; fashionistas; min hyorin; yg
B.a.p: started to rise - shit happened - nobody cares about them anymore; getting killed or killing others in mvs; unappreciated dancers and rappers; high notes for life; actual meaningful lyrics
Block b: zico and the boys; biggest weirdos of them all; no friendship just business; give jaehyo lines
Nct: taeyong and the boys; pouring salt at the wounds; mess of a
music; rotating as much that i can already see the tornado; dozens of units; horrible fashion; unnecessary ps; damn hoverboard skills; great vocals being hidden; johnny somehow managed to get out; let hansol free; give lines to everyone
Pentagon: putting them through an unnecessary scripted survival show to make people foget about some disbanded groups (4minute);
sm and yg let some gems slip out from their hands,
at least they are not in the dungeon;
giants and dwarfs;
lame jokes; ultrasound screams;
nudity; wooyu; yutoda; give shinwon lines
Btob: being forgotten by cube; weird, extra; slowly turning into a ballad group; is minhyuk a rapper?; give peniel lines
Beast: what is happening with u cube? shit happened;
new name - bea5t?; lost their spirit after shit happned; great lives
Suju: waiting for ot15; shit still happening; growing out of kpop; concepts don’t match their age; still waiting for kibum; don’t forget about zhoumi & henry; diaries of a married man; being succesful in the military
Nu’est: best debut song ever; had the most potential as a rookie group; pledis messed up; now they’re popular anywhere besides korea; getting worse and worse title songs; aesthetic mvs; creative fandom name; again pledis has a thing for girly boys
Ft Island: hongki and the others; awesome dope music (let’s not count puppy here); people don’t appreciate quality music anymore; this gem is lost in the ocean of cute, badass & hiphop concepts; pretty fandom name
Cnblue: another gem; better japanese releases; boring new songs because they have to fit into the kpop standard; yonghwa’s unique teeth; visuals; let the others sing
SF9: another group coming from a survival show; covering their seniors’ songs so they can’t even recognize them; thumbs up for the K.O choreography; don’t go with them to amusement parks; deep af voice maknae; park jimin 2.0; hwiyoung got them lines in roar
KNK: a bunch of idiots - literally; tall af; models af; old school kpop feels; if you hear someone laugh hysterically from afar it’s probably them; falling dramatically to the floor while doing so; choking sounds; don’t let them feed you; horlolololo; astro x knk; bullying sanha
2PM: definition of men; hella hot bodies; starting to be unknown; when was their latest first win?; manly concepts; awesome vocals; the rap is still meh; go crazy is a jam y’all; great actors
U-Kiss: so many member changes; lit songs, but not getting appreciation; don’t complain about your faves not getting 1st place like 2 months after debut - it took for them years; the first kpop fathers; they need a comeback soon
B1A4: great vocals again; don’t let them being forgotten; cnu just rocks the short hair admit it; baby i’m sorry is one of the best kpop songs; but great ballads as well
Teen top: they need to go back to their previous style; cap rocking them tattoos; hilariously funny group - watch their weekly idol; promoting as five now - anticipate their comeback
Wanna One: what even is this name; salty af that Jonghyun and Samuel are NOT in the 11; Never is still my jam; i’m not lookung forward for cute concepts; god 10 year age gap between the oldest and youngest member; still salty some trainess weren’t even in top 20 *cough* hwanwoong *cough* taehyun *cough* gunhee* *cough*; some great inventors (round clap, jeojang, etc.) and psychos and a lot more.
Everyone please note that i dont mean to offend neither the groups neither the fans. its just for fun and me being 100% sarcastic by these statements. i love and respect these groups with all my heart! sorry, its a bit long.
based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.
Basically, this is what happens:
At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.
The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:
“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”
A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says
“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.
The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”
ok listen, captain flint/james mcgraw was john silver’s backstory. he is the person that made him who he is. he says he was no one because he believes that to be true. he believes that he was ‘nothing’ before flint. his past wasn’t important, it wasnt what defined him. silver didn’t have a cause before he met him. until flint gave it to him, he had no story. in the same way flint had no story before thomas. no story worth telling, no story worth fighting for. so cant you see it? silver not telling flint his past wasn’t because he didn’t trust him. not because he didn’t love him. it was because flint was his beginning. he was where his war began. and how do you tell someone that? how would james tell thomas that he is the reason for all of it. how would silver tell flint that not only is he fighting for madi, but he is also fighting for him.
You changed my life in so many ways; You gave me a reason to live, you filled my emptiness and replaced it with so many good things that no one else could’ve wished for. I cannot wish myself anyone better than you. You have made the previous things in my life mean nothing compared to what you have given me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I still feel that way every single day even if we are arguing with each other from time to time, because I know the truth deep down in my heart. I will always take care of you, look after you and always be there for you through everything.
I think that there’s misunderstanding of what “homophobia” is in this whole discourse...
Both Jeremy and Melissa have been outspoken about their support for LGBT rights and LGBT people and for the most part, what they’ve done is good and they understand the general idea of what LGBT people go through in their life… focus on “general idea”.
So, no! They aren’t homophobes in the “grab your pitchforks” kinda way. To non-LGBT people they are the best allies ever and for the most part they come across as really good allies to our community.
The thing is, homophobia runs deeper than that!
Believing and supporting gay marriage and gay people does not stop you from having homophobic actions.
What happened yesterday was a clear act of straight ignorance. That’s what I call it, “straight ignorance”. I’m not going to call them “raging homophobes” because I honestly don’t think they are. What I do think is that their understanding of the LGBT community, although better than most straight people I know, it’s still lacking. They are ignorant and that ignorance shown through in that little jamming session they had.
What they did was homophobic and incredibly disrespectful to fans but the reason it’s being hard for them to understand WHY that was homophobic is because their understanding of homophobia stops at the point where no one was screaming slurs and being blatantly obvious with their homophobia.
They don’t understand that homophobia can shine through heteronormative thoughts which was what that was. If it had been a relationship between a man and a woman that was not canon, the response would be “you never know”.
So, to wrap up what I think… I don’t think Melissa and Jeremy are homophobes, specially not “raging homophobes” as I’ve seen some people call them. I do think they are ignorant straight people who had an homophobic reaction.
The most concerning thing about this whole ordeal is not what happened in that interview but what happened after that interview… Jeremy could have taken that opportunity to learn what was wrong. Instead he decided that he is the one who knows what homophobia is when he had hundreds if not thousands of people telling him what was wrong with what happened. He took a hit to his “Ally pride” and decided that the best course of action was to defend himself instead of understanding what happened and what he should do going forward.
I’m afraid the only thing he learned from that was to keep his thoughts to himself instead of learning why what he said was wrong.
“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 toosober 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.
“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.
I could see love a mile away,
I could see him standing in the biggest crowd
I could see him even in my dreams I knew
I could tell
He was going to be the best and the worst thing that was ever going to happen to me
And I still loved him through all of his flaws
The fact that he hated bagels
And he took 30 minute showers and he used too much conditioner
He was perfect
Which is why it hurt more when it got colder
And he always hated the winter time
I could see him changing
And suddenly we went from being a masterpiece to being the sketches you throw away
He stopped asking me how my day was and started asking me why I talked too much
I couldn’t feel him when we went to bed and he got up earlier and went to bed later
And I stopped seeing love in my bedroom and I started seeing him out with her
I hope she knows how lucky she is too because love is going to show you how beautiful life is just to show you that you won’t be happy like that again.
You love, love, & love & you end up leaving the windows open in the wintertime.
can we get a reaction from Alicia and Bob? imagine how proud are they
okay not that this matters to anyone but me, but this is the first thing I’ve written on my brand new stealth computer.
When Alicia’s phone rings and shows Jack’s
name, she’s expecting just a standard Sunday morning phone call. Her son has
usually been good about that, except when he’s got a game later that day. Jack
does not call his mother, or either of his parents, on game days. Jack claims
it’s because they’re both busy people and aren’t always available by phone and
what if he calls them before a game one time and then wins because then he’d
somehow have to talk to them every
time he’s got a game and if they’re in St Bart’s when he’s trying to call and
they’re swimming and he can’t get a hold of them then – and at that point in
the rambling explanation, Alicia usually cuts him off.
So she has no reason to suspect anything is
afoot when Jack calls.
“Hey honey!” Alicia says, automatically
putting the phone on speaker so she can keep typing. Her agent’s been driving
her crazy with deadlines ever since Alicia turned down the idea of a ghost
writer for her memoir. “You know I majored in English,” she had asked, and her
agent had looked awkward, and then given her a deadline.
“Hi,” Jack says, and Alicia can hear the
soft smile on his face. Something about Eric then, that dear, sweet boy.
“What’s up?” Alicia asks.
“I have some sort of big news,” Jack says,
still with the smile on his face, and Alicia stops staring at her screen and
starts staring at her phone instead. Soft voice. Talking about Bitty. Big news.
summary : peter parker may be a bumbling wreck around you most of the time, but when it comes down to it, his ability to shower you in his affections is unparalleled.
wc : 1.6k
author’s note : i took part of @iusethistoreadfanfics aka liz aka the sweetest person ever’s request and an anon’s request for a pretty boy part two and turned it into this :) can be read separately it’s not a /direct/ sequel.
There was a moment, when you and Peter were at a standstill between not quite dating yet not quite just friends, when he understood with the entirety of his heart that simply calling you his best friend was not enough, nor would it ever be. He remembers the way he does every memory that involves you; as if he were stepping back in time and reliving it, clear as day, still so fresh in his mind that it could have happened just twenty four hours ago.
It was still the summertime when it happened, albeit one week shy of September and two weeks until the start of tenth grade for the two of you. Nevertheless, it was August, and school had been the furthest thing from your mind when you had begged Peter to accompany you to the beach, just an hour’s ride on the train from his apartment to the Rockaways. He had argued that it was more September than August at this point, that the ride would take forever, but you had insisted and because it was you and he was just another lovestruck boy with an affinity for making you smile, he agreed. He hadn’t gone with the intention of actually basking in the sunlight or standing at the edge of the water the way he knew you would, he just enjoyed your company. Then, he saw you standing there on the sand, staring out into the ocean in a pensive sort of way, and maybe it was the way the summer sunshine was illuminating you in an odd sort of way, but he knew he was in love in that simple moment. In love with the little freckles that spotted across your shoulders and the huggable way your body had been shaped and in love with the everything and anything about you. He had been well aware of the strange limbo you were both in- acknowledged feelings for each other hanging there but neither of you making a move to shift the balance in favor of a romantic relationship.
He was floored, to say the least. He barely blinked when you looked back at him, smiling brightly at him. “What are you looking at it?” You had said, standing next to him. He raised a hand to trace over the little stars, the freckles, on your shoulder with his finger, an unabashed grin beginning to make its way across his face. You knew what he was he looking at, and he didn’t want to be embarrassed when he told you.
“You,” he had breathed, an ever dreamy sigh. “Always you.”
Pretending not to be as shy as you were quickly becoming underneath his intent gaze, you looked down at his hand, still sitting at your shoulder before dropping awkwardly to his side. You met his eyes again, and his cheeks were burning bright red despite the confidence he had found within himself. He was still the dorky, easily flustered Peter underneath it all. He just wanted to be capable of giving you a compliment without stumbling over his own words. “Why’s that? I know I need to start doing crunches again but-”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Without saying much else for fear of not being able to coherently explain how utterly stunning he found you, he took your hand in his and pulled you over to the water. You two sat down there, and he had wrapped his arm around you hesitantly, but it wasn’t in the friendly way he had done it all those years, and you both knew it. Peter leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.” You nodded, turning your head to the side so you were face to face with him, your hand slipping under his jaw. “What do you think, pretty girl?”
It was the first time he had called you that, though it wouldn’t be the last, and you had known it from the second his eyes lit up at the way you had ducked your head to hide the shy grin on your lips and the pink blotches on your cheeks. His smile was dazzling before he kissed you, and yeah, maybe you loved dorky Peter, but the confidence was ever so endearing as well.
Every part of Peter was impossible not to love. Even the parts of him that lived to embarrass you endlessly.
He took pride in being the sole resident of your heart, and because of this fact, he was the only person to ever be capable of making you blush like he’s never seen. Of course, he was the champion of being blushing like mad after receiving a compliment, but sometimes, you had to relinquish your control and just let the boy call you every term of endearment under the sun and watch as his sweet smile shined for you alone.
Pretty girl was your weakness. It was the weak in the knees, flustered grin, shying away sort of weakness. The sort of thing that made you hide your face from him only to have your hands grabbed and pressed against his cheeks as he waited for you to look up at him again.
Naturally, he tried to say it as often as possible.
“Psstt, pretty girl,” he kept his voice at a whisper, "D’you have the geometry notes for today? Think I lost mine.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling when he saw you sink low in your chair in English class, staring down at your book.
“No.” You rested your elbow on the table, your cheek in your hand to hide most of the blush. “You have the notes. I saw you give them to Michelle. I need to get back to reading.” He nodded, plopping his own novel on his desk and propping it open, pretending to be reading when in reality he kept glancing back up at you. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing at all, pretty girl.” He laughed to himself as you placed your head on the table, and he laughed all the way to lunchtime as you blatantly tried not to look at him. Peter Parker is, however, unavoidable, no matter how hard you attempt to ignore his advances and happy little smiles when he catches you still all flushed pink from an earlier encounter, and in his head, he compares it to the blush of a rose petal.
After school, he meets you in front of your locker, leaning against the one next to yours like a dork and wiggling his eyebrows at you when you finally slam your door shut. “You’re coming over, right? You’re not too upset with me for making you all blushy and cute today in class? ‘Cause, like, really Y/N, if you were me, it would’ve been totally worth it. You were adorable.” Because it’s Peter, you can never be mad for too long, so you shake your head no and slip your hand in his. “Okay good, I wanted to get ya something.”
His surprise gift his a bouquet of pink roses that he says reminded him of you the moment they caught his eye early this morning, and he presents them with a long winded explanation of why to him, they were you. He watches your eyes crinkle at the corners, your hand squeezing his as your other hand takes the flowers from him. “Thank you, Peter. They’re- they’re very pretty.”
He shrugged, trying to play it off cooly even though inside he was utterly ecstatic that you had appreciated the flowers. He wasn’t always sure that he was getting this whole boyfriend thing down. “Pretty flowers, my pretty girl, no big deal.” But it was, at least to you. He holds your hand all the way to his apartment, enjoying the sunny glow on your cheeks that makes his own face burn in the best way.
May reminds you both to keep the door open when you get to his apartment, just because she’s the aunt and she has to remind Peter of those sorts of things, but neither of you mind.
He puts on his playlist for you when you drop your bag on his bed, motioning for him to come over and sit with you as Hearts Don’t Break Around Here softly fills the small room. Peter places his arm around you, the way he did three months ago at the beach for the first time when your feelings were new and wild and rushed. He starts singing quietly, always so shy about his voice even though he knows it’s your favorite thing to listen to. You can almost feel yourself falling asleep against him, but he shakes you gently to make sure you’re awake when he murmurs the next few lines. “Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love, aren’t we?” He lets Ed take over the remainder of the song as he looks down at you, and it’s a look that any girl or boy would fall for in a heartbeat. “We are, right? In love?”
“So in love,” you reply, kissing him soft as ever. Gentle.
“Good,” he whispered, his hand trailing over your face. “Sometimes I- I have to double check. Just make sure that I’m not… like, dreaming, or something. That I’m not driving you away with complimenting you so much, ‘cause I know you hate when you blush but I just can’t resist. You’re my sweet girl, my pretty girl. I need to tell you. Is that okay?” He’s got that nervous expression on his face again, so to put his mind at ease, you pull him against you again.
“Peter, that’s okay. As long as it’s you, it’ll be okay.” He relaxes under your careful touch, practically melting against you until you smirk a little and say, “I’ve got more of the power anyway, pretty boy.” And suddenly a red face Peter Parker is pulling away from you, furiously blushing and cursing the day he ever decided he was going to fall madly in love with you, except not really, because it was arguably the best day of his life.
• pairing: kim seokjin x reader • genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin • words: 7,520 → summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
Summary: Tom Holland and the reader spend the fall together, doing fun fall activities and spending time with family. All the while, Tom’s family pesters him about his unplanned future with the reader…
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
A/N: Just to let you all know, I combined two requests together for this oneshot. One request was for the reader and Tom to do fun fall activities together and the other was about the entire family pestering Tom about his future with the reader. I combined them because I thought it would make a better story arch. Anyways…enjoy!
Just because we broke up doesn’t mean I’m going to regret being with you. I’m not going to regret getting hurt, or crying over you. My heart aches and my throats feels like I’m choking on my own oxygen, but that’s fine. I knew what I signed up for whenever I said yes, and because we both knew deep down it wouldn’t last. But if I could go back to the first day I ever fell in love with you, I’d go back in a heartbeat to relive every memory we ever made. You were the best god damn thing that ever happened to me.
"Then what do you suggest?" Sterek? Please? /best puppy dog eyes
an awful idea.” Scott huffs.
kicks at his shin. “Then what do you suggest?”
don’t know, why don’t you just tell him like any other normal person?”
that’s not nice enough!” Stiles complains, nudges Scott with his
elbow. “Hold it right!”
there a wrong way to hold a poster?” Scott fires back. “This is
ridiculous, you owe me so
turns to glare at him but seeing as they are both wearing otter
costumes, it’s impossible to see each others’ faces.
like I didn’t help you with your first date with Allison? Or that
time I didn’t tell your mom you ate a hotdog even though she said you
weren’t supposed to?” Scott huffs. “Yeah,” Stiles says, “suck
it up, man.”
hate you.” Scott slaps him.
hate you, too.” Stiles slaps him back.
them people have started staring and laughing, and Stiles regrets
doing this with all his might, but it’s too late to back out now. He
can’t just admit he was wrong to Scott.
And – hey, that’s Lydia taking pictures, yeah, awful
only hopes this will be worth it, he doesn’t know what he’s going to
do if Derek says no. Stiles wouldn’t dress up as a fucking otter and
hold a very pink and glittery poster saying ‘I love you’ for just
wants to marry the shit out of this guy when they graduate College.
looks up at the sky, prays to whoever is out there that Derek feels
you freaking out in there?” Scott asks.
Stiles answers quickly. “Shut up and focus!”
two shut up!” Erica
yells from somewhere behind them. “My boyfriend is about to play
and you’re blocking the view, if you don’t do this I swear to God I
will skin you both alive!”
Stiles swallows heavily, offers his fist for Scott to bump, “let’s
fucking do this.” He watches the players run into the field, waits
until Derek turns their way, eyes searching for Stiles in the stands
like he always does – he’s so predictable and adorable, Stiles
loves him a lot – and takes a deep breath, readying himself to
scream like he’s never screamed before. “Hey, Derek!” He yells as
Scott holds up his poster. “You’re my significant otter!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and
Derek hides his face behind his hands.
I feel like
Bakugou is definitely one of the more complex characters in BnHA,
absolutely the one with the biggest personal arc, the typical
‘antagonist who is one of the good guys but also an asshole’. It’s
a trope, I’m sure.
My initial idea was to make a single profile for him, but
something like that would quickly become a full length novel because
there’s Way Too Much to unpack, so I'ma settle for a Whole Bunch of
Smaller (but still Stupidly Long) meta’s. Starting
with: Bakugou’s Pride, and his self-image.
since I’m far from the only person making BnHA analyses, shout-out to @saisai-chan who has posted just… so much Bakugou meta,
and who has been very helpful in inspiring some of these ideas.
Bakugou’s Perfect Origin Story
Let’s start with
how stories work in the BnHA universe. Horikoshi is writing a
self aware story. His universe is a modern one, in which marketing
and imagery are important. You can see it in All Might. This is a
man that clearly gets his inspiration from American Silver Age
comics. He’s flashy, just all-round GOOD and constantly spouting
americanisms. And while he isn’t necessarily 'fake’ in the
sense that Yagi’s personality definitely matches, it is also just
that: a meticulously crafted image. It even literally 'pops’ when he’s
out of the limelight to reveal his true form. In this world, heroes are celebrities, as such they project a
certain image. Even the kids know this. People like Kirishima are
told that hero-ing is all about the ratings and the entertainment
is a world in which Stories matter.
knows this. I truly believe that Bakugou, beingthe smart sort of
fanboy he is,
is pretty damn genre-savvy. He’s well aware of the importance of
images and stories. You see, he had already
decided upon his Perfect Origin Story, like, ages ago. From a very
young age, he was destined for greatness. Everyone
kept telling him so, of course. He didn’t really have a reason to
doubt this. He’s shown as a kid sporting a bunch of yes-men and
admirers. His teachers never seem inclined to curb that boastfulness.
Before he arrives in UA, no one ever seems to try to take him down a
peg. Like at all. He can be blowing up Midoriya in a classroom with
the teacher still present and no one even attempts to stop him.
This, incidentally, is a pretty
unhealthy way to grow up, and it did little to curb the crueler sides
of his personality.
But he still wants to be a hero. He wants the
money, the fame. He wants to WIN. Please note that right now, he
wants to be a hero for all the wrong reasons. Where Midoriya has this
compulsion to help, where Kirishima is looking for courage and some
sense of manhood, Bakugou just wants to be better than everyone
else. Because, at this point in his development, he’s very much a
And he’s determined to do be the best, by
also crafting the Best Origin Story. He’s even made these rules for
himself. 'I have to be the only one
from this small local school to make it into UA’, 'I have to be
always on top, never be helped’. He’s completely fixated on 'the
right back story’ because the fucker is a hero fanboy and he wants to
Live the Life like the big heroes do it.
And Deku, bless him, is Constantly
Fucking up that Plan. At least that’s what it must look like in
But truth be told, Bakugou’s Perfect Hero Origin
Story has been falling apart since the very start of the series. BnHA
may be the story of Midoriya becoming the strongest hero, but it is
also very much the story of 'how Bakugou’s self image got smashed
into the ground over and over again’.
ready to enter UA, his Origin Story is already muddled.
Instead of the right debut under
the right circumstances, he’s Sludge Kid. Instead of never being
helped, being the only on in his class to go to UA, being destined to
greatness, he finds himself, literally, a side character, an
antagonist even, in Deku’s story. And I honestly believe that
Bakugou, at some point, realizes this. Everyone likes a good underdog
story. Part of the reason Bakugou is so angry with Midoriya when he
finds out about his quirk, is because he feels Betrayed. Like
Midoriya hid his quirk all these years just to have a proper 'rise to
power’ story. It’s a first crack in the perfect façade that
Bakugou has created for himself. Right now, he still believes in his ‘destiny’, but it won’t be for long.
- Him teaching you how to play basketball, because no girl of his is going to be useless at it, but him never losing faith, even if it took weeks for you to even be able to shoot.
- All the cuddles all the time!! he’s such an affectionate person so whenever he can get a cuddle, he will: seeing you after school; watching a movie, or just spooning you to sleep.
- Forehead kisses! due to him being a literal giant it’s the perfect excuse to kiss your forehead.
- You being his #1 fan about everything, not caring if he wants to do basketball for the rest of his life (which i mean c’mon would not be a bad thing, look at him) or to follow his dreams and become a marine biologist.
- Having intellectual debates, because he’s one of the smartest people you know, like Zach!! what is the probability of us ever having met?? what if god is an illusion? the theory of parallel universes! (because you both believe in those)
- Having the best relationship with his mum and sister, because they’re wonderful people who love Zach as much as you do.
- Him always asking you for permission for anything he does, “babe, is it okay to kiss you?” or “are you sure you want this?” “WE’VE BEEN DATING FOR YEARS DEMPSEY” because if he ever pushed you too far or hurt you in any ways, it would kill him, because you’re the best thing that’d ever happened to him.
- Wearing his letterman jacket everywhere because you know how much he loves it. It comes down way past your bum, but he insists you look to die for in it.
- Flirting in class, you always glance over to him, because why wouldn’t you? he’s gorgeooouusss, and every time he catches you, he’ll wink, and it will make your stomach flip every time, because damnnn how does this boy still cause such feelings?
- After class, having to make-out in a store cupboard because Zach freaking Dempsey is irresistible, and insatiable.
- Being the cutest couple in the entire school, and being elected prom king & queen because you two were honestly goals.