this was sitting in my folders for quite a long time so i just finished it up

Dead Serious

Request: hey could you do one with peter, where the reader is studying and, he just wants to hangout with her so he gets whiny and so the reader says “let me finish and we can make out for much long as you like” and then they do. Lots of fluff please :)

A/N: I think I have a problem where because my favourite thing is friends who eventually get together, I never write an “hey we’re already dating" type fic, and this would totally be a prefect one of those but LOL IMA NOT DO THAT STILL. Yikes, sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for. Lol I’m also gonna do a smutty Part 2.

Word Count: 1338


Part 2 // Part 3


“And students, please remember that your midterm will be in exactly two days starting precisely when the bell rings, so do not be late,” your teacher said.

Peter leaned over next to you, “Are we studying tonight?”

“I can’t, but how about tomorrow night?” You whispered, trying to make sure the teacher doesn’t hear you.

“What? Got a hot date tonight or something? Too good to see me?” Peter joked.

“If you count a hot date as studying for my French midterm tomorrow, then yes,”

“Y/L/N, Mr Parker, do you have something to share with the class?” Your teacher called back at you.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could go over the different types of reactions one more time, I was struggling with memorizing them and I was just asking Peter for help, but it would be great if you could go over them,” you lied.

Your teacher eyed the two of you before turning around to the chalk board and began writing out different reactions.

“Nice save,” Peter whispered.

“Well one of us had to say something, and since you can’t lie for your life, that duty falls on me,“

“I can so lie,”

“Sure Peter, and I have a pet unicorn,”


“We go over this all the time, you can’t lie, and that’s exactly why you need me as a best friend,”

“What about Ned?” Peter asked.

“He needs me for the same reason too,”


Peter: Hey Y/N

Y/N: How may I be of service

Peter: Can you paint me like one of your French girls?

Y/N: Peter, why can’t you just let me study?

Peter: Because i’m bored

Y/N: Go bother Ned, i’m busy.

Peter: He has a midterm tomorrow too, he won’t answer my texts.

Y/N: Well how about this, you let me study now and I will entertain you tomorrow after we study ;)

Peter: ugh fine

Peter: But what’s with the winky face?

Y/N: Peter.

Peter: Sorry!


Peter: I’m still curious about the winky face

Y/N: How’s this Parker, you leave me alone tomorrow and I’ll go down on you when we finish studying

Peter didn’t respond for a while

Y/N: Peter did you die?

Peter: You aren’t serious

Y/N: Dead serious.

Y/N: I’ll see you tomorrow ;)


You were sitting in chemistry, barely listening to your teacher ramble on about the different formulas you will need to know for tomorrow when Peter elbowed you to get your attention.

“Are you ready for your French exam?” He whispered.

“No! I’m so nervous. I can read it really well and understand it when someone speaks to me, but I have to write the entire exam in French and I don’t know if i’ll actually do well,”

“Y/N, you doodle in French for gods sake, I think you’ll be fine,”

“I know, i’m just nervous,”

“Listen to me, you’re going to do extremely well, as always. You’ve been taking French for years, you’ve got this in the bag,”

“Mr Parker! Something you would like to share with the rest of us?” the teacher interrupted.

Peter froze, he began stammering out a few words in response to the teacher when you cut in, “Sorry Ms, I was quizzing Peter on elements and their correlating atomic number. We didn’t mean to speak that loud,”

“Studying is for your free time, M®(s) Y/L/N, not class time. Please pay attention and study some other time,”

“Of course Ms. Our apologizes,”

The teacher turned back to the board and continued talking about what she had previously written.

“You need to quit talking so loud. There are only so many lies I can tell,”


At lunch you ran into the car and joined Peter and Ned at your lunch table.

“So?” Peter said

“How did you do?” Peter added.

“Fabulously! I know I did well. I’m about 95% sure I got an A on the exam. I’m so proud of myself. I actually understood what I was reading and what I wrote. I’m feeling really confident about it,”

“That’s awesome Y/N! I told you you’d do great. I’m proud of you,” Peter said.

“Let’s just wait and see how well I do on the chemistry midterm, and then you can decide whether you’re proud of me or not,”

“We’re still on for our study date tonight, right?“ Peter asked.

Ned looked up from his notes where he was studying for his exam in the afternoon.

“Wait, you two are going on a date? Finally. Took you two long enough. You can cut the sexual tension In here with a knife,”

“What?” You choked out

“We-we’re not going on a date. We said study date, Ned,” Peter said.

“I’m going to Peter’s tonight so we can study for our chemistry exam tomorrow,”

“Ha, I get it, you guys are studying YOUR chemistry. Have fun kids, use a condom,” Ned said, standing up and beginning to collect his things, “Well i’m going to the library where there’s less tension floating through the air. Enjoy ‘studying’ tonight guys,”

You and Peter sat silently and waited Ned walk away.

Neither of you were really sure of what to say.

“So do you want to just walk to my place after school together then?” Peter said, eventually breaking the silence.

“Yep!” You agreed.


It was 4pm by the time you and Peter actually began studying, you were lying on his floor with your textbook and notes open around you while Peter was sitting at his desk.

You spent some time quizzing each other and going over notes before Peter began getting bored. This was once of his best subjects so he really didn’t need to study as hard as you did for this class.


You had been studying for three hours and Peter had started whining approximately two hours previous.

You were still on Peter’s floor surrounded by your study notes. Peter had moved to his bed and was lying down.

“Y/N,“ He whined.

“Yes, dear,” you said, not taking your attention away from what you were reading.

“How much longer do we have to study? i’m booooorrreeeddd. We already know all of this,”

“You already know all of this,” you corrected him.

“But Y/N, you know it toooooo,”

“Peter, hon, if you don’t shut up, or just help me study I might lose my mind,”

“You’ll have to make me stop talking,”

“Okay Peter, how’s this? Let me study now, and later we can make out for as long as you’d like, and maybe I’ll even go down on you,”

Peter sat up, “Wh-what?”

“I feel like at this point, my lips on yours is one sure way that you won’t be talking,”

“I-i- are you serious?” He questioned.

“Dead serious Parker, give me half an hour to review the rest of my notes and you can have your tongue down my throat for as long as you’d like,”

Peter’s eyes widened, and he shut up. You didn’t hear a peep out of him for the next half hour.


When you were finally done reviewing your notes, you put them back into your folder and stood up.

Peter sat on his bed, watching you.

“Were you really serious before, or were you just trying to get me to shut up?” Peter asked.

“I told you, Parker. I’m dead serious,”

Accidentally Exposed - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: Thank’s for 500, here’s a long ass Josh Dun smut to celebrate.


Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Smutty smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Blood, nudes, sex, the fun stuff


Originally posted by jcsephsdun

“I understand,” you say through gritted teeth. “Thank you for the consideration.” 

You push the end button and throw your phone onto the carpet of your apartment frustratedly, wanting to scream but also crawl under the covers and cry your eyes out.

You were a newly graduated student from a photography college and had big dreams to have your own photography company, but that wasn’t going so well to say the least. Right out of college, you moved straight to the heart of California, hoping to land as much as an internship with a company. Your resume was online and on many websites, but you barely got offered jobs, to which you weren’t even interested in. And when you applied to companies, you were rejected. Since you had to pay the bills, you had landed a job as a bartender, earning less than minimum wage to pay for your rent. You were past the state of angry and sad. You were loosing hope and money at rapid pace. 

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What Am I To You? (Jungkook Smut)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut
Length: Very Long

*Warning- Extreme Sexual Content*

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Thanks @cata-clysmic for the request <3

Summary- You’ve been friends with Taehyung since you were 7, and you were disappointed when he told you that he was moving to Seoul to become a trainee at BigHit Entertainment. A few years later and you get a call from your childhood friend, and when you come to meet him, you’re surprised when he is living with six other people. You become friends with all of them, but your friendship with Taehyung only grows stronger. This causes a problem that you didn’t expect. Jealousy.

(It may take a second for Jungkook to come into the story because I had to give back story and such for you and Taehyung but I’ll try to speed through it)

“I’m moving to Seoul.”

You could say you were upset. You could say you were sad. But you didn’t know what to say. You could only stare wide eyed at your friend. Your friend that you’ve known for years. Almost eight years to be exact.

“Y-You’re m-moving?” You could only repeat what he said. Your mind wasn’t able to force your mouth to speak other than those two words. Taehyung nodded, his black bangs swaying. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” He could tell that you were starting to get upset, and he avoided your eyes. He swayed back and forth on the swing set you two were on, his legs bending and unbending.

“I just…I couldn’t find a way to say anything. Every time I see you, I can’t find the words…”  His words came out as mumbles and you could see that he was tearing up.

Taehyung has always been a sensitive person, and you knew that not only was this hard on you, but this was very hard for him. You reached over, your hand grabbing his thigh. He looked back up at you, a tear slowly falling down his cheek.

“I’m not mad.” You lied. Of course you were mad, but you couldn’t tell him that. That would hurt him more. “I just wish I knew a lot earlier.” That was the truth. Taehyung nodded, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, a small smile growing on his face.

“Remember that audition I did last month?” You tilted your head in confused by the question. “Yeah. Why?” He rolled his eyes at how oblivious you are. “That’s why I’m moving. I’m going to become a trainee so I can hopefully become an idol.” He couldn’t hide his excitement as he explained and it all caught up to you.

Taehyung is an amazing singer, and you should’ve known after he went to the audition that of course he would be chosen. You smiled wide, the feelings you had earlier getting replaced by happiness for Taehyung’s accomplishments. “That’s amazing!” You grabbed his hands and squeezed them tight. His smile widened to his familiar box smile, which was your favorite smile of his.

“I’m proud of you, TaeTae.” You called him his nickname and he hummed, nodding. “Will you come with me to the transport station?” You immediately nodded at his question. There was no way in hell that you were going to miss seeing him leave.

He smiled, quickly standing from the swing to wrap his arms around you and lift you up. You squealed, slapping his arm to let you go. “Yah, don’t hit me, I’m older than you.” He hissed playfully.

He always says that when you hit him and you scoffed, raising your arm again and he flinched, flashing you his box smile. “You may be four years older but I’ll still hit you.” You warned. He scowled. “No respect for your elders…” You huffed, nudging him and he chuckled, his arm coming around and resting on your shoulders.

It is true that Taehyung is four years older, but he didn’t care and neither did you. You both have similar interests and no one in the neighborhood was better than you two. Though, things were tough with him being in high school and you still being in middle school. But you chose not to dwell on it.

“Let’s go, it’s getting dark.” Taehyung’s words cut you from your train of thought and you nodded, walking with him towards your neighborhood.

Today felt like the longest day of your life. There was no school so you ended up sitting in your room for hours, waiting to get the text from Taehyung that he was outside. 

When he did finally text you, you sprinted from your room and out of your house, seeing him outside with a few bags around him. You tried to smile but you couldn’t. No matter how happy you were to see him, you knew today was going to be your last for a while.

Getting to the transport station only took half an hour since you live relatively close, but it didn’t stop the walk there from being dead silent. You felt as if there was so much to say, but it didn’t feel right. Talking would only make this more difficult.

“How long will you be gone?” You looked up at Taehyung, his expression calm but his eyes showed the sadness he felt. “I really don’t know, (Y/N).” He instantly wrapped his arms around you, your face being buried into his chest. “But I’ll call you every day. I promise.” You felt tears start to develop and you held him close, your shoulders shaking as you cried.

Taehyung rubbed your back, shushing you calmly. You were surprised that he wasn’t crying either, but you knew that if he did cry, he’d never leave. “I’ll try to visit whenever I can.”

Those words gave you hope, knowing that you’d see him again soon. You slowly let him go, his hand holding on tight to yours. You watched as his transport came up, Seoul, Korea flashing in red on top of it.

He looked at you, almost as if he was asking permission and you nodded. His hand slowly let go of yours and he grabbed the rest of his bags, his eyes never leaving yours before turning as he climbed onto the subway.

You looked through the window as he walked to his seat, setting all his things down before sitting down next to the window. He looked back at you, meeting your eyes and he flashed you his familiar box smile before the subway started to move, and he disappeared down the trail.

That was the last time you’d see that smile for a while.

Taehyung kept his promise, calling you every day and he visited twice every four months. But soon, calls every day turned to calls once a week. And instead of visiting twice every four months, he’d visit once every ten months.

Then…it was like he never existed. You never got any calls, and he didn’t visit anymore. It was like he was completely gone from your life, and you were gone from his.

You hate high school. Not because of the classes, but because of the people. All they did was annoy you, and it drove you insane. So when you finally graduated and were offered to transfer to an all girls university in Seoul instead of the university in your city, you took the offer as soon as it was given.

“You work one on one with a teacher, and it’s an ‘At-Your-Own-Pace study. Your grades are phenomenal, so I’ve decided to apply you.” You jumped excitedly, hugging the head of your school board. “Thank you so much!” You grabbed your bag, taking the folder of info before running out of the office.

Your parents seemed to have been more excited than you were, and you smiled wide at the mention of a large family dinner. Everything felt perfect, and when you finally stood in front of the university, your bags in your hands, you knew you made the right choice.

You got to work one on one with a teacher, and you were able to work at your own pace, so you spent most of your time in your single dorm, studying or listening to music. 

You quickly adapted to being at the university, and after a month, you had many friends, and the teachers were impressed by your work. You were living the dream.

You sat on your bed, doing research on your computer so you could quickly finish a research paper. You were reading about women in history, which wasn’t your favorite topic but it was something quite fascinating to learn. You were reading an article when you heard your phone buzzing.

You told everyone you knew that you’d be busy for a few hours so you could concentrate on your research, so you stared at your phone, confused that someone would be calling you. You picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID.


You sighed. You knew it was going to be one of those numbers asking about your credit card, which you didn’t have. Ever since you turned eighteen, it seemed that every scam artist had your number and was waiting to get your information so they can leave you bankrupt.

You contemplated on whether to answer the phone or not. Naturally you wouldn’t, especially if you’re doing homework. But something about this phone call didn’t feel right, and the thought of not answering it made you feel uneasy.

Your finger hovered over the answer button before pressing it, your phone flying to your ear.


“Oh good, your number didn’t change.”

You heard a deep voice respond and you furrowed your eyebrows. They seem to know you, but you have no idea who this man is.

“Who is this?” You heard the man on the other line scoff. “I can’t believe you don’t remember your childhood friend. Did you get a new phone? Aish, even then you should remember what my voice sounds like.” He complained to himself.

Your mouth shut tight, your hand shaking slightly as you held your phone to your ear. There was no way it could be him. After years of not hearing from him or seeing his face, he was suddenly calling you after a month of living in Seoul.


But you couldn’t help but say his name, just to assure yourself.

“Taehyung?” You felt your words only come out as a whisper and you were worried that he didn’t hear you but you were almost excited that he responded back. “Yes?” You couldn’t help the scoff that left you. “Are you really Kim Taehyung?” You asked.

“Are you really asking me that? Shouldn’t you know who you’re talking to? It’s been seven years and you still have no respect for your elders.” He argued, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face.

“Kim Taehyung! I can’t believe it’s you!” You screamed into the phone. You got up from your bed, jumping happily in excitement. “I feel like I haven’t heard from you in years…oh that’s right. Because I haven’t.”

Taehyung sighed, his voice almost soothing to your ears. “I know, and I’m sorry. Training has been a struggle, so I haven’t really been able to keep in touch with anyone.”

You understood him, even if you didn’t particularly like that he had cut contact with you, you knew that it wasn’t on purpose. “I’m not mad.” Taehyung exhaled in relieve at your words. “Good.”

You two didn’t say anything after that, finding comfort in the silence at knowing you two were still there. The silence only lasted a minute though, when Taehyung asked you a question.

“(Y/N), where are you? Can we meet?” You looked around your room in surprise as if he was going to magically appear behind your door. “I’m-I’m in Seoul! I go to an all girls university here.” You walked to your closet, grabbing a small coat.

“Oh really? That’s amazing! We’re in the same city now. We should meet up somewhere. What’s close to you?” He asked and you thought to yourself, trying to think of a place that would be good to meet up. “Um…the only place I can think of is this bakery/cafe that’s ten minutes from the university. It’s called Kyo Bakery.”

“Perfect. See you there!” Taehyung quickly hung up, leaving you slightly disappointed that he didn’t stay on the phone with you, but you were more excited that you’d actually be seeing him. Face to face. After seven years.

You put on your sneakers and quickly walked out your dorm, looking around as girls moved past you to either go to their dorm or go to their lesson. You moved past them, making your way past the gate and out into the open city of Seoul.

The walk didn’t take long at all, an exact ten minute walk from the university and you were glad that you didn’t choose someplace farther. You walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh pastries and the faint smell of coffee invading your nose and you hummed at the delicious scent.

You walked up to the short line that went to the counter and you gazed at the menu, looking at what you wanted. The line went by pretty quick and before you knew it, you were up to the counter, looking at the woman as she stood smiling.

 “What would you like?” She asked, looking at the screen in front of her before looking back at you. “Hm…I’ll get a caramel macchiato and…a raspberry muffin.” You ordered what you usually get, which didn’t surprise the woman at the counter. She nodded, tapping at the screen as she put in your order.

“Okay…that will be 12000 won.” She said, looking up and her eyes widened as she stared behind you. You looked at her, noticing her gaze and you suddenly felt someone press behind you as they reached over and handed her their card. “I’m paying for it. Add a hot chocolate and an egg bread to the order, please.”

You heard a familiar deep voice and you froze as the woman nodded, adding his order to yours and took his card from his hand, swiping it before handing it back to him along with his receipt.

“Thank you.” He said politely before moving so he was standing next to you and you looked to see Taehyung. With that all too familiar box smile. “(Y/N)…I’ve missed you.” He murmured before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to a booth in the back of the bakery.

You both sat, and for a minute or two you two just stared at each other, completely speechless. “I can’t believe you’re really here…and your hair.” You weren’t able to notice until now that his hair was now long and ash blonde, the light color being a huge contrast from when you last saw him and his natural black hair.

“I know…it’s been dyed quite a few times but this is the first time for my hair to be so long.” He touched the ends of it, his bangs almost covering his eyes. His eyes snapped back to you and he smirked. “You haven’t changed at all.” He teased and you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yes I have. I’m tall, my hair is long now, and I don’t look like a little boy anymore.” You whined. 

Taehyung analyzing you slowly. “You’re right, your hair is longer. But you’re still short. And for the whole ‘little boy’ topic, that’s only because you finally have boobs.” You gawked at him, surprised by his words.

“That’s not the only reason!” You exclaimed, but he ignored you, chuckling at you before averting his eyes to the woman from behind the counter, who handed you your orders. “Here you go.” She said, placing them on the table. “Thank you.” You and Taehyung both said at the same time.

You looked at each other in amusement and the woman smiled, looking at Taehyung. “You’re V from BTS?” She asked and Taehyung looked at her, hesitating before nodding.

“My daughter is a fan, is it okay if I get an autograph?” Taehyung nodded, smiling softly and he took the pen and paper from the woman politely and signed it before handing it back to her and bowing. “Thank you for supporting BTS.” He said before watching her walk away.

“V? You’re famous now?” You asked, taking a sip of your macchiato. Taehyung looked at you as if you grew another head. “Do you not listen to music? Or watch the news? Or go on social media?” He asked. You shook your head. “I am too busy with my studies for social media, but I do listen to music.” You confessed.

“What do you listen to?” He asked, a little bewildered by your answers. “I listen to a lot of Western artist. I like the music they make in America.” You took a piece of your muffin and popped it into your mouth. Taehyung sighed, slumping in his chair. “You’re just like Jungkook.” He mumbled.

“You raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook? Is that one of your band members?” You asked and Taehyung nodded. “Do you know nothing about me?” His voice coming out slightly hurt.

“I mean, I haven’t seen you in years. I just assumed that you moved on with life without me.” Taehyung was quick to grab your hand. “I would never.” He assured you, a playful smile on his face and you giggled, smacking his wrist lightly.

“Well then, V, tell me about what you’ve been up to. Who are these members that you’re with?” You sipped from your cup again, looking up at him. He took a bite of his egg bread, looking from the pastry to meet your eyes. “Why don’t I just introduce you to them?” He suggested and you quickly shook your head.

“No no no, Taehyung you don’t need to do that.” You set your cup down, waving your hands in refusal. “You know I don’t do well around new people…I’m all awkward and stuff.” You mumbled. Taehyung laughed out loud at that, causing you to glare at him. “You’re awkward no matter what.” He teased before grabbing your hand.

“Come on, come with me to the dorm.” He got up from his chair. He grabbed his egg bread with his other hand and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Taehyung loves his bread. “Okay, okay. But only because I know I don’t have a choice.” Taehyung smiled, pulling you close. “I’m glad that you still remember me so well.”

The walk to the dorm was the hardest you’ve ever had to deal with. When Taehyung said that you’d have to avoid fans and cameras, you didn’t think it would be like this. It seemed that fans visited the large dorm frequently, gifts ranging in sizes from small to gigantic being stacked in front and next to the door.

“Follow me.” Taehyung pulled you down an alleyway before quickly pulling you in through the back entrance that was hidden by tall trees. “This is how all the members get in, or else we’ll be mobbed by fans.” He opened the door and pulling you into the dorm house. You entered in, seeing a laundry room and racks of clothes.

“Sorry for the mess. It’s seven of us living here so…” He apologized but you quickly shook your head. “It’s fine. My dorm is for one person so it’s super small, it’s nice to be somewhere that’s bigger.” You looked at Taehyung’s relieved expression. You were entertained to see that seven years later, he still felt sensitive to other’s opinions.

“It’s Taehyung! I brought a friend with me.” Taehyung looked around as he held onto your hand still, pulling you around. You followed him like a lost puppy, sticking to him like glue.

As you two entered what you saw to be a large kitchen, you saw six other men sitting around a table eating kimchi ramyeon. They all immediately looked at you, all of their eyes widening.

“Taehyung…why is there a girl here?” One of them asked, his eyes wavering from you to Taehyung quickly. “She’s my friend. I’ve known her since I was little and we just met up cause she lives in Seoul now. She didn’t know that I would actually become an idol. She didn’t even know BTS existed until now.” All the members looked at you, their eyebrows raising almost in sync except for one, who stared directly at you as if you were God coming down to Earth.

“She doesn’t know who BTS is?” One of them questioned and you were the one to shake your head. “Never heard of you.” They all looked at each other, some showing sighs of relieve and some of surprise except for the one, who was still gazing at you.

“I suggested that she meet all of you, since she was curious about who I currently live and share a bathroom with.” He let go of you and moved so he was sitting beside one of them. He grabbed a bowl of rice, taking a spoon and shoving a bunch into his mouth, causing his cheeks to swell up like a chipmunk.

“Well, I guess we can just introduce ourselves since you have no idea who we are.” Another member said, a wide smile on his face causing his big cheekbones to raise.

“I’m Jin. I’m the oldest and most handsome member.” Jin smiled at you. You tilted your head curiously, not expecting him to be so straightforward and the member next to him glared at him. “Hyung…” He mumbled, shaking his head in embarrassment. He then looked at you, raising his hand and waving once.

“I’m Min Yoongi, but you can just call me Yoongi. But my stage name is Suga.” He explained. “He also talks a lot.” The same member who was smiling earlier at you teased and Yoongi looked at him, his eyes shooting lasers.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, but just call me J-Hope cause I’m your hope. You’re angel! I’m J-Hope.” He laughed out loud and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

The other members buried their face in their hands, slightly embarrassed. The member next to J-Hope raised his hand up slowly, looking at you shyly. “I’m Jimin.” He said simply, his smile making his cheeks raise and his eyes form into lines. He was so cute you couldn’t help the blush from forming on your cheeks.

“I’m Namjoon, I am the leader of BTS.” Namjoon introduce himself next, his soothing voice and friendly smile gave you comfort. You then looked at the man who was staring at you earlier and his mouth opened only to close again. He looked down, avoided your gaze. “I’m…Jungkook.” He murmured and it was almost hard for you to hear but you managed.

“Well um…my name is (Y/N) and I’m Taehyung’s childhood friend. You don’t have to worry about anything, I care about Taehyung more than the world so I won’t do anything to hurt him, or any of you. I’m hoping we can become close friends as well so…please take care of me.” You squeaked, bowing to all of them.

They all smiled at you, adoring you. “She’s so cute. Where did you find her, Tae?” J-Hope nudged Taehyung, his mouth full of ramyeon as he looked up at you. “Are you hungry? Sit down and eat.” Jin motioned for you to join him and he held out a bowl of rice, which you took politely.

“I haven’t eaten all day…Thank you.” You murmured and Jin smacked Taehyung’s back. “Yah! You’re gonna let a girl starve? Aish, you’ll never get a girlfriend.” Jin exclaimed, an annoyed expression on his face.

Taehyung gazed up at you apologetically and you simply giggled, ruffling his hair. “I’m fine. Taehyung paid for my order at the bakery we met up at, so he isn’t all that bad.” You teased an Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, a pout on his lips. 

You sat next to him, sitting close so you could lean against him. Even though you just met Taehyung’s members, you were still nervous, so you couldn’t help but cling to him.

As you took a bite of your ramyeon, you looked up to see Jungkook staring at you, his stare shifting between you and Taehyung before he looked away, his attention now at J-Hope as he spoke about their upcoming comeback.

“You haven’t seen our new comeback teaser, have you?” Namjoon spoke and you noticed that you were still staring at Jungkook. You quickly looked away before his eyes could snap back to yours and looked at Namjoon. “No, I haven’t.” You answered back and Namjoon was quick to take out his phone and search for it before handing it to the members to pass over to you.

You took Namjoon’s phone, the video’s thumbnail being Jimin. You looked at all of them to see them staring straight at you and you looked back down at the phone, pressing the video.

You were first surprised by the quality, but with it being 2017, the high quality wasn’t that much of a surprise. You saw Jimin in the video and once you heard his voice, your mouth was gaping open. His voice is so beautiful. You never thought you would hear such an angelic voice.

And the video gave off such a boyfriend aesthetic, you almost fell in love with Jimin as you watched it. You were so engulfed with Jimin’s voice, you didn’t notice that the video ended and you quickly replayed it, watching the video again. it wasn’t until you heard J-Hope and Jin laughing loud that you looked up, seeing all the members smiling at you, including Jimin who was blushing shyly.

“I’m guessing that you like it?” Taehyung teased and you quickly buried your face in his neck, embarrassed. “Jimin, I think she likes you.” You heard Taehyung say and you quickly pulled away from his neck, slapping his arm. “I-I don’t! I’m just…he’s really handsome and he has a beautiful voice is all.” You mumbled, your cheeks burning red. You looked up at Jimin who was smiling at you.

“It’s okay.” Jimin’s quick words somehow calmed you down and you nodded, returning a small smile. You heard a slam and you turned your head to see Jungkook looking at you, his eyes narrowed before he looked at the other members, his expression unreadable.

“I’m going to go take a shower…we have an interview tomorrow and I want to sleep early.” He mumbled, getting up and walking off down one of the hallways. You watched as he left before looking at the other members. They all shared your same expression of confusion. “What’s his problem?” Jin grumbled, his eyes flashing annoyance.

“I don’t know…Jungkook rarely gets angry.” Yoongi shrugged, getting up as well. “Hyung, I’ll help you clean. Jungkook’s right, we need to get ready for bed, we have that interview tomorrow and we won’t be in our right minds if we stay up too late.” He patted Jin’s back and Jin sighed, nodding. 

“Alright. Well (Y/N), it was nice to meet you, but we gotta get ready for tomorrow. Hopefully we can see you this weekend? We’re going to Han River just to walk and enjoy outside.” Namjoon looked at you, his kind smile bringing you comfort. “Yeah, of course!” You smiled back at him and he nodded.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Taehyung grabbed your hand as he got up. You nodded, quickly saying goodbye to the members before following Taehyung out the dorm.

The whole walk home and the days following after, all you could think of was Jungkook. Why was he so upset?

It’s only been three months, but it felt like years when you’re with BTS. Your bond with them was so strong, and you felt like you knew so much about all of them. You and Taehyung were inseparable, and whenever he wasn’t doing promotions for their new comeback or on tour, he was with you, and you were with BTS.

Even you and Jungkook started to become friends, but only when Taehyung wasn’t around. Whenever he was it was like he suddenly became distant, and angry. It confused you but Jin would just tell you not to think about it, and that sometimes Jungkook can be a little bipolar.

But it didn’t seem like that to you. How could Jungkook be so nice to you when you’re alone but once Taehyung was there, he was like a different person. It didn’t make sense to you and you wished that you weren’t so oblivious so you could figure it out.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asked, squeezing your hand as you stood next to him. You always held his hand when you felt nervous, and you didn’t realize that you were holding his hand until he said something. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, looking up at him but he only raised an eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.” He turned towards you, running his fingers through your hair and you slowly calmed down. “I’m just…thinking about Jungkook.” You admitted and he sighed, his mouth forming into a line.

“You should talk to him if it’s bothering you so much, (Y/N).” He held your face in his hands. “You’re so oblivious. If his behavior bothers you, just talk to him.” He pulled away, pointing to him. You looked in Jungkook’s direction, seeing him talking to Jimin in the kitchen. His eyes shifted to you and you quickly looked away.

“I’m…nervous.” You mumbled, moving so you were burying your face in Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back slowly. “You can’t spend your entire life being nervous to talk to people.”

“Says the one who performs for a living.” You argued and he scowled, ruffling your hair. “Shut up…go talk to him.” He flicked your forehead and you winced, your hand flying to where it hurt and rubbing it soothingly.

You looked back up to see Taehyung on the other side of the room, talking to Namjoon and you sighed, turning your head to see Jungkook staring at you. He tilted his head slightly, motioning for you to follow him before walking down the hall. You hesitated, looking around to see no one paying attention and you quickly walked down the hall, following Jungkook in his steps.

He walked upstairs and you followed close behind, staring at his back as he walked into one of the rooms. You glanced inside to see a large room divided in half, one half with two beds and the other half with one. You walked inside and Jungkook stayed behind, closing the door behind him, leaving you two alone.

“I’m guessing one of these is yours?” You asked, standing in the middle awkwardly. Your hands played with the material of your sweater, clenching around the ends. He said nothing, his eyes burning into yours.

“Um…Jungkook…I’ve been meaning to ask you-”

“Why am I to you?” Jungkook interrupted you mid sentence and you stared at him blankly, unable to think of a response. “W-What?” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest. “What am I to you? A friend? Taehyung’s friend? What? Do you even like me?”

Jungkook’s never ending questions left you flabbergasted and you couldn’t find the words to answer his questions. Jungkook started to get more frustrated and his jaw clenched. “I wish you would say something.”

“What can I say? I…I don’t know how to respond.” You ran a hand through your hair. “Just tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for Taehyung?” Jungkook held his gaze, his eyes wary.

“What? No!” You started but Jungkook only got angrier. “Don’t lie to me!” He yelled, which took you by surprise and you flinched back slightly. “I..I don’t.” You mumbled.

Jungkook’s tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance and he started pacing his room. “(Y/N)…what am I to you?” He asked. “Why do you keep asking me th-”

“Because I need to know! Because I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I’m in love with you and it would hurt me if you’ve been leading me on all this time.” Jungkook got closer to you, his hands grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place as he leaned closer to you.

“What am I to you, (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked once more. Your heart felt like it was beating a hundred times a minute. “Jungkook…”

Everything felt like it was moving too fast. You didn’t know what to say to Jungkook’s question, and he scowled at your lack of an answer and grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him as he pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, but they were soft and you couldn’t help but melt under his touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms tightening around you.

You froze when he pulled away, his eyes were dark and clouded. “You’re mine. You hear me?” His voice was demanding, but strangely you didn’t mind it. You quickly nodded and a smirk played at his lips before he leaned in again, his lips dominating over you.

Your knees felt weak and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s neck. He suddenly growled against your lips and you were pushed against the wall hard, your hands being pinned above your head by his hands. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He snarled and you nodded quickly.

What’s happening to me?

Naturally, you’re never like this. But there was something about Jungkook, that made you become a different person around him. It was like you liked to be controlled, but only if it were him.

Your thoughts were clouded when he pressed his lips hungrily against yours, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and you instinctively moaned. Jungkook let go of your hands but you kept them raised above your head, not wanting to make him upset.

His hands trailed down your sides before going under your sweater, his warm hands leaving hot trails up your body as he lifted your sweater off of you, exposing your white bra.

He pulled away from your lips, looking at your body and you suddenly felt self-conscious. “So pure…yet you’re such a bad girl.” He leaned in quickly, attacking your neck and chest with kisses and leaving marks behind, sucking hard on your skin to leave dark red bruises that you knew would turn horrible shades of blue and purple that would last for days.

He pulled away, leaving you breathing hard and half naked. He backed up until he was a few feet from you. “Take it off.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you stared at him blankly. “Wh-what?” You asked and he rolled his eyes. “Take off your clothes. All of it.” He looked you up and down.

You looked down at your body, your hands hesitantly going behind you to unclasp your bra and it slowly fell to reveal your breasts. You looked up at Jungkook to see him staring at your breasts, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

You don’t know why, but hearing Jungkook say that made your heart jump, and you were quick to take off your pants and underwear just so he could compliment you again. You wanted more. You wanted him to praise you.

“Come here, baby girl.” He called for you, his voice soothing and calm and you sauntered over to him, his arms wrapping around you. You got on your tip toes as he kissed you again, this time his kisses were soft and gentle, as if he were taking his time.

His hand went down to grab your ass. His hand was rough and you squeaked as he kissed you when his hand quickly smacked your ass, the stinging pain lingering. You felt his hand come down under your ass to start rubbing your folds, making your knees buckle as a surprised squeal left you. He held you up with his other arm, his arm wrapping tight around your waist as he held you against him, rubbing you faster with his fingers and his kisses swallowed your moans.

He pulled away making you gasped. You buried your face in his neck. “Stay quiet. The members are still here.” He warned. You nodded, your mouth now on his neck to quiet your moans. “Leave a hickey, and I’ll make sure you won’t walk tomorrow.” His words didn’t fear you, and instead it only made you more worked up, your legs trembling as his fingers found their way inside you.

“God, you’re so wet…are you wet for me, baby girl?” You shivered at his voice in your ear and you nodded. You felt him press himself harder against you and you felt something hard press against your waist. “See how hard you make me?” He breathed and you had to bury your face in his neck to muffle another moan, his fingers moving inside you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

You suddenly felt empty when his fingers came out of you. “You’re not cumming till I tell you to. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” He growled and you instantly fell to your knees, watching as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his pants and boxers, quickly taking them off.

He’s big.

Bigger than you thought, and you looked up at him, his pupils blown up to full size. “I’ve…”I’ve never…done this before.” You murmured. You looked down, feeling like you disappointed him but you snapped your head back up when you heard his voice.

“I’ll take care of you.” He said it so softly that you knew he wasn’t lying. His eyes were burning into yours as his fingers traced your lips before his index finger pulled down at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth baby.” He cooed. You obliged, opening your mouth big enough for him to slowly push himself in, the taste of pre-cum on your tongue.

“Now suck on me.” He directed you and you followed along, sucking as he moved in and out, his cheeks becoming slightly red as he groaned softly. His noises were quiet enough for only you to hear, and it turned you on tremendously.

“Fuck…that feels good.” He started to move a little faster and you looked up at him, his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Relax your throat and don’t try to breathe till I’m done…I don’t want you to choke.” He ordered quickly and you quickly did so, already having a feeling as to what he was going to do and you were correct when he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth.

His quiet groans started to become slightly louder as his hands grabbed onto your hair, his muscles tightening as he breathed heavy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” He repeated before pulling away, a trail of saliva following as you breathed heavily.

He smiled down at you, his thumb coming down to wipe the spit trail from your lip. “That was amazing, baby girl. I almost came.”

The praise.

You smiled up at him, feeling like you accomplished the most. “Does my baby girl want an award?” He raised an eyebrow and you nodded quickly. “Get on the bed.”

You stood up and quickly walked over to the bed, sitting on it and facing him. Jungkook walked over to you, his hand coming down to push you slowly onto your back. “Move back till you’re at the headboard.” You followed what he said, quickly moving so your head was laying on one of the pillows.

Jungkook took off his shirt, his toned chest and abs making your mouth water. He crawled over to you, his face stopping between your legs. “Spread your legs wider for me.” He pressed a kiss against your clit and you hummed, spreading your legs wider.

His hands came down to hold your waist down as he immediately started to lick between your folders, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, making your back arch. You grabbed one of the pillows, putting one of the corners into your mouth and you bit down on the material to keep you from moaning loud throughout the dorm.

Jungkook pleasured you, his tongue doing wonders and your toes curled and your hand flew to his hair, clenching his chocolate brown locks in your hand. You started breathing heavy, a heated feeling building in your stomach.

“That…That feels so good.” You moaned and that only encouraged Jungkook to pleasure you more, making your legs shake as that heated pressure built up even more.

“Do you want Daddy to let you cum?” He asked against you, his tongue going back to your clit and flicking against it, causing your body to jolt. “Y-Yes D-daddy…”

Jungkook hummed at that, loving the sound of you moaning for him and he put all his attention on your clit, his tongue swirling around it and your legs started to shake again, the pressure building before you gritted your teeth, ecstasy washing over you as you came.

Jungkook watched, getting more turned on by how sexy you look when you cum. “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Get on top of me and ride this dick.” He groaned, laying down on the bed. He reached over, going into his nightstand and pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his mouth and quickly rolled it onto his dick before looking at you.

You took that as a signal to climb onto his lap. “Is this your first time?” He asked. You hesitated before nodding. He smiled, his hands massaging your hips. “I’ll be gentle on you at first, but I won’t be able to control myself later.” You blushed, nodding before moving so he was placed at your entrance.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, his dick filling you and you hissed slightly in pain. “Try and take it all, baby…” He groaned, the feeling of you tight around him making his hands grip your hips tighter. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moaned, his eyes closing. You sat still, waiting for the pain to become more tolerable before nodding quickly.

“I’m ready.” You looked at him and he bit his lip. “Move your hips, baby.” You put your hands on his chest as you started to move your hips, his dick moving slowly inside of you.

You hung your head down, your eyes closing as you concentrated on not making any noise. “Oh..God..” You moaned quietly, and Jungkook groaned, his nails digging slightly into your skin.

You continued this, grinding your pussy against him as his dick moved inside of you and you looked back at him, the pain being replaced by pleasure. “Jungkook…please fuck me.” Jungkook opened his eyes, looking all over your body.

“Kiss me.” He said simply and you leaned forwards, his hands moving down to your ass. He lifted you up so your ass was in the air before bending his knees and thrusting up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

He was thrusting deep and hard inside you, the feeling of him pounding up into you making that familiar pressure built again. His lips were on yours, his mouth swallowing your moans as his tongue slid against yours.

He moaned into your mouth, his hands letting go of your ass and he pushed himself deep inside you as he rolled over, putting you under him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to drill into you, his cock pushing deep and hard, hitting your spot over and over and your eyebrows furrowed, the pressure was now over the top and your legs started to shake again.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cum..” You moaned, burying your face in Jungkook’s neck and he groaned, pounding into you harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby girl.” His thrust started to become sloppy as he was also close to releasing.

You came, your mouth on his neck as you bit and sucked, unknowingly leaving dark hickeys in your place. The pain mixed with the pleasure of you coming on his dick made him also release, his cum spilling into the condom as he rode out his orgasm.

He pulled out of you, the room being filled with heavy breathing from the both of you. “That…was amazing.” You panted, looking at Jungkook. He smirked. “Thanks.” He chuckled.

He sat up, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Get dressed, we’ve been gone for a while.” You nodded, getting up from the bed and quickly put on your clothes.

After the both of you got dressed, you turned towards Jungkook. “So…are we…together?” Jungkook looked at you, amusement in his eyes. “I sure as hell hope so, or else we fucked for nothing.”

He chuckled as you blushed, looking down. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you looked up, his eyes looking down at you lovingly. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips, making you hum in satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go.”

A few hours passed and soon you had to go home. Taehyung walked with you, the moon illuminating the trees as you made your way towards your dorm.

“So…did you and Jungkook have sex?” Taehyung asked. You almost tripped on your way up the stairs and Taehyung grabbed your arm, holding you up. “I-um..” You started but Taehyung shook his head.

“I already know. You have hickeys all over your neck.” He teased, pulling the collar of your sweater down to expose the dark purple marks all over.

You smacked his hand away, quickly opening your dorm room door. “Shut up Taehyung, good night!” You yelled, slamming your door shut behind you. You heard him chuckle before his footsteps slowly becoming silent as he left. You sighed, sitting on your bed before laying down against it, your arms spreading out.

You were about to close your eyes before you heard your phone’s text tone. You looked at your lock screen, your heart beating hard when you saw it was a text from Jungkook.

You opened it up, your eyes opening wide and your stomach twisting into knots when you saw his text along with a photo.

I warned you not to leave any marks, baby girl. You left a lot. Now I have to make sure you won’t be able to walk after tomorrow night. Hyungs will be gone. Be in my room at exactly midnight tomorrow…or you’ll regret it~

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Author’s Note!

I’m sorry if there are typos, it’s late at night and I’m extremely tired so I’ll fix all the typos as soon as I wake up in the morning tomorrow :)

Update: I fixed the typos and even edited some stuff, so if there are still some grammar issues, just know that English is not my first language so I (somehow like idk why I’m like this) still struggle with simple phrases. >_<


let me calm down…

I hope you guys enjoy it :) I honestly worked really hard to make sure it was good, but I know it was kinda hectic in the beginning. Just bare with me, okay :’)

my classes end early on Thursday’s so i can do like a ~Request Thursdays~ where I post one of your request every Thursday night :)

Sugar, I’m Goin’ Down// Bad Boy Shawn // Chapter One

(*shows up two weeks late with Starbucks* anyways here’s college!badboy!shawn and yes, it’s going to be a fic because I can’t control myself and yes, the title is from the fallout boy song.)

The library is quiet, it’s after 8pm after all and you open up your folder with your notes to get started on an outline for an assignment for your mythology class. You’re about ten minutes in, just getting into the flow of it, really feeling your notes start to come together and you hear him. That loud, open mouthed, head thrown back, laughing jackal of a human being that you shared three classes with. Fucking Shawn.

Lord only know what he’s laughing at but it’s probably something his stupid ass friend Andrew has said or done. You wish he would just shut up because now you can hear him /talking/ and you’re just not in the mood to listen to him. Wasn’t it enough you had to listen to him chit chat with every girl who asked him about his stupid fucking black denim jacket with the stupid logo on the back that nobody cared about? Or maybe the way you had to share a worktable with him on the days showed up late because you were the only one without a table partner. He would always forget a pen, always fuck with the instruments on the table, ask stupid questions, and text while the professor was teaching. He was the absolute worst.

“Ha, yeah, anyways I told her to fuck off if she thought I was gonna-” Shawn stops mid sentence and you dare to look up, shocked by his silence, curious to know what caused it. Unfortunately when you do look up, he’s standing right there at the end of your table that’s tucked into the back corner of the library.

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dirty water // fratboy luke

hey guys! it has been ages since I wrote something, literally like a year so apologies if it is rusty lol (also title may change i just can’t think of anything rn rip)
description: you have just started at the same university as your brother Calum and he has made it clear to his fraternity brothers that you are off limits. that doesn’t necessarily mean you, or any of the boys, will abide by his wishes. 

word count: 3,155 :-)

“And now I have to walk all the way to his frat, just to get them,” you huffed, tugging the laces of your Nikes tighter as you sat on the edge of your bed. The white comforter crinkled as you shifted your weight to put on the other shoe.

“You want me to come with you?” Your roommate Jasmine asked as she lay in her bunk, laptop opened to her most recent biology lecture notes.

“No it’s fine, it won’t take me that long. I just don’t want to do it,” you laughed, standing up.

“Fair enough,” Jasmine laughed, turning her attention back to her notes.

“Dinner when I get back?” You asked, a hopeful look on your face. Jasmine nodded, pressing the home button on her iPhone,

“Mae should be back from class by then.” You pumped your fist in the air,

“Yesssss, I’m famished.” Jasmine just laughed and shook her head as you pulled the door shut behind you.

Dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt you started your trek across campus to Greek Row. Your older brother Calum had borrowed your car the past weekend to go on a little hiking excursion with his frat brothers. His justification was that your car handled better in the mountains and back roads, but you knew he was just jealous of your Jeep Wrangler. Nevertheless you let him borrow it and now he was making you walk to his frat, Phi Kappa Psi, to get the keys, rather than bringing them to you. Classic.

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Paper Cut (Percival x Reader)

A/N: Hi!! Wow I haven’t written a Percival one for so long but I mean I only written one before so yeah haha anyways, I hope it’s alright. I got excited writing this because I love Graves and it’s just nice to write something a bit different haha😊 Enjoy!!

Request: if you’re still asking for requests, could you write a percival graves one where you get hurt and hide it from him but he finds out and gets angry but then it’s just really fluffy?? i’m a sucker for fluff and i need more graves x reader stuff. please and thank you ! 😊❤️

You entered the building, wincing slightly at the wound at your side, ignoring the pain as you headed up to your office, needing to do some paper work for the case you just solved involving wizards using the dark arts. You had gotten into a fight with those dark wizards and one of them managed to get you on your side.

Sighing, you sat down at your seat, pressing against your injured side to see how bad it was, jerking your hand away as you felt the pain shoot through even though you weren’t pressing that hard. You took in a deep breath before sorting and filling up anything necessary for the paper work.

When you were done, you grabbed the folder and headed straight to your superior’s office. Knocking on the door, you waited for him to ask you to enter before walking in.

“Good morning, Mr. Graves, I’ve finished the paper work for the case I worked on yesterday,” you greeted, looking at the man sitting behind a desk, signing some papers. He looked up at you passed him the file.

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The Unexpected One

Fandom: Star Trek

Summary: Based on: “Imagine being Spock’s wife since the academy and everyone is shocked when they find out.” by @thefandomimagine

Word count: 1,120


Originally posted by captainjimmyboytkirk

You walked onto the Enterprise’s deck a few minutes before the departure, carrying a hand full of bags. You were the newest member of the crew, having to join them to help on the mission as an expert.

“Welcome board, my name is James Kirk, but I’m sure you already know that,” a young man met you in the corridor, taking your bags and shaking your hand.

“There are not many captains with such fame around them,” you replied with a bright smile he returned. “I hope I’m not too late? I had to take care of a few things.”

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I’m your boyfriend, after all. // Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

Originally posted by haenyan

Style: Drabble set

Genre: Fluuf, fluff and more fluff… so much fluff I almost made myself throw up

Warnings: None~

Words: 3.590

a/n: My bias ♥︎♥︎♥︎ I originally wasn’t going to post this since I ran out of ideas/the formatting is weird but then I saw all the rumours floating around him :’( Please try not to believe any of them until an official source says otherwise… he doesn’t deserve all the slander he’s getting!! Let’s all support him through this rough time! (also sorry for not updating frequently… school stuck a knife up my ass lol) 


what/who do I request?

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Giving a hand pt. 1[BTS Smut]

Originally posted by sugasuite

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5  | PART 6  | PART 7 | PART 8


COUNT → 3457

GENRE → Smut


SUMMARY: Your work is not the typical job, you give hand jobs for money, but instead of feeling ashamed by it you’re comfortable with it. Until a man offers you to work in his company, where you would use your abilities to please seven guys.

N/A: This first part is basically introduction. The real action starts in part two and I’ll upload every saturday. 

Truth is, you didn’t hate your job. Anyone hearing you might say you’re crazy, many women around the world would probably shake their heads in disapproval, and your family would probably faint if they knew what you do for money. But you didn’t hate it. Not even a little bit. At the beginning, sure, who wouldn’t? But you started to like it and now you came to work without a trace of shame or guilt. It was a job, it payed the bills and that was more than enough for you.

You heard about the job a year ago, you were struggling to pay the rent and your work as a barista wasn’t enough. You found about it in a newspaper, there was a vacant in a hotel that recently had opened “Girl between 20 and 25 years old, good presentation, experience with customers, good with her hands”, that’s what the announce read and you decided to give it a try and went to the interview. You never expected what kind of job it really was.

Apparently the job was to give hand jobs. You could still remember the confusion you felt the moment the lady told you about it, your eyes were probably as big as the moon at that moment.  You were also embarrassed, because no, that’s not the kind of job you were looking for, and you repeated it to the lady at least five times without a pause. She explained to you that no one knew what the job actually was, because they didn’t know how to look for employees, she said they were looking for respectable young girls, and no girls with too much experience in the field. That’s why they were looking in a newspaper and not in an alleyway or someplace like that.

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Song of Themyscira | Seven

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k (wowza)

Warnings: Language (for now)

A/N: Update! This one is a long one, so I hope you enjoy :) s/o to mi amor, abril, for being with me every step of the way w/ this fic || SoT masterlist

Originally posted by n-barnes

(this gif reflects James’ mood at a certain point in the chapter - try and guess when and where!!)

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maelstrom [ jimin ]

noun : a powerful whirlpool in the sea or river ; a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

you don’t know if you want to hit him or kiss him.

pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: fluff
type: college au
word count: 2,101 words
warnings: none
author’s note: happy birthday to my other half #rat @dreamscript whom I love very much despite her swerving ass that goes from jimin to namjoon to inseong and maybe back to jimin someday if he’s lucky. you’re so rad and wonderful and gorgeous and memetastic, and you meme so much to me, and i’m so glad that I sent you a message a little over a year ago screaming over your writing. I heavily based this on your recent messages lmao and I apologize because I know nothing about naruto (but i think it means whirlpool in japanese, hence the title lol) but anyway ily neo phoenix congrats for surviving another year!! *cue congratulatory pterodactyl screeches*

You enjoy being a part of the UN Conference Club your college hosts very much. But do you enjoy the people in the club? Maybe not so much. First of all, how can some people be so dumb? And second of all… well, there does not really need to be a second of all because stupidity covers all of it.

During the three-day conference, there is a historical crisis committee for the Spanish American War where the main focus centered on how to avoid the war entirely in 1898. On the first day—which is the most formal day—the attorney general, Inseong, immediately requested $1.2 million dollars to fund biotech companies to end tuberculosis. In response, someone asked if he knew just how much $1.2 million dollars amounted to in 1898. He insisted that he knew and that it was only a small price.

It was equivalent to 7 billion dollars today.

And he had planned to fund that entire sum of money that into biotech companies, which were most likely nonexistent back then.

How did this kid even win Best Delegate? Granted, his face paled considerably when the 7 billion dollars were announced, and he revoked his statement, but still.

Thus, there was example number one of idiocy.

Example number two?

Park Jimin and his ridiculous antics.

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My Advice to Year 12's

This time last year I was nervously awaiting my GCSE results to see if I have had got the grades I needed to get into sixth form. I knew the subjects I wanted to do and what we would be studying. However, there is a lot I did not know about when I went into year 12 and there are a lot of things I wish someone had said to me and my friends so here I am saying them to you on the off chance it may be helpful.

1) A LEVELS ARE DIFFERENT TO GCSE - there is a huge difference between A Levels and GCSE. This wasn’t really made known to us until we had started. When you start your A Levels you can’t expect to be getting the same grades you were getting before because the work is different, essays are structured differently, things are marked differently. Your teachers are not expecting you to be getting A’s and you shouldn’t be expecting them straight off either. It’s those kind of thoughts that will stress you out. You improve over the course of the year. I know this is hard to accept when you’re used to doing well but just remember you’re starting from scratch and things will get better through hard work and time. I started off year 12 not understanding Othello and finding it really hard, after a year of studying it I know the play backwards, things take time.

2) Don’t compare yourself to others - Comparison will kill you and this is something I still struggle to remember but wish someone had told me at the start of the year. Just because the person next to you got a B on a test when you got a C does not make you a bad student. You are your own person. It is so frustrating when you’re surrounded by people who don’t even really need to try and get amazing grades but you can’t let them bother you. You are different to them and that is good. You get the grade that you worked so hard for and you be proud of that grade and then look at how you can do better. Don’t feel as though everyone around you is doing so much better, let your own grades be your priority.

3) USE YOUR FREES - It’s okay to have one free where you just have a break but you need to use your frees to actually do some work. If you’ve got homework, do it in your free. Research that topic you just started. Try and find that teacher you needed to speak to. Print that essay out. Finish that question you started. Make those Flashcards. If you’re friends are distracting then put in those headphones. Or ask them to quiz you, you’ll get things done and if they’re also doing that subject they’re learning too. Just use your frees. Please.

4) The internet is your friend - there are other people out there studying the same things as you and have probably already done it. There are hundreds of student made PowerPoints etc out there about the subjects you’re studying. Things like slide share or prezi are useful because there are students who will have been told to make a presentation about Othello or whatever it is and they will have used words you can understand. There are apps too which can be helpful. I now for English Lit we have used the app LitCharts as it breaks down texts with quotes and Themes. We have also used the website No Fear Shakespeare which offers a modern translation of most Shakespearean texts because even English teachers don’t know whats going on sometimes. Also, studyblr, there are plenty people who are in the same position as you.

5) Be organised - Get. A. Planner. There is nothing worse than standing outside a class room a minute before the teacher arrives and someone asking you ‘was there any homework’ and you saying 'not that I know of’. It’s that uncertainty that leads to unnecessary anxiety. Get a planner, write down your homework and then you will know whether there was or not. Your planner doesn’t need to be anything fancy. It can be a 20p reporters notepad from Wilkos just as long as you know know what you’re doing. And keep your folders neat. Use the subject dividers you bought because they were a nice colour. Buy a whole punch because undoubtedly someone has nicked the one from the classroom you’re in.

6) Do the summer work - If you have been giving summer work and it is currently sitting on your desk not done please do it before you go back to school. It’s what you’ll be doing in the first few lessons when you go back and is the first thing your teachers will see from you. If you go into class with the work not done they’ll be annoyed. If you don’t understand it then that’s different. Tell the teacher that you didn’t quite understand it and they’ll explain it to you, they want you on their course.

7) It’s stressful - I’m not going to lie to you and say that sixth form is easy and not at all stressful, it is. It just is. And the teachers know it’s stressful. Most schools will have a pastoral support member of staff who is their to support you. I went to see the one at my school when I was embarrassingly hysterically sobbing about how much I had to do and how I felt I couldn’t cope. I half expected them to tell me to get a grip but instead they gave me advice on how to prioritise what needs doing, they offered to speak to my teachers for me because a lot was happening at once for me. They are there to make sure that you get the grades you need by the end of year 13. If you don’t feel like you can talk to them find another staff member who you can talk to.

8) Class group chats - You may not get on with everyone in your class but I don’t think my drama group would’ve survived without the 'Drama Squad’ chat which, yes has been filled with lots of dramatic banter and memes about doing badly, but has been there to keep each other on the right tracks. We use our group chat to plan rehearsals, keep on track with homework, send pictures of work etc. They’re just useful and the fact 'whack it in the group chat’ is now a catch phrase my teacher uses also amuses me.

9) Don’t say 'I’ll revise near the time’ - the amount of people I saw two weeks before the exam trying to cram a years worth of work in was alarming. It’s surprising how much work you do in a year, you won’t be able to learn it all in two weeks. Start near the beginning and keep going back.

10) Find your balance - There is no use spending all of your time just studying because you’ll end up feeling miserable and you’ll be tired and it’s just not nice. It may be difficult to get out and see friends but remember to have those breaks. If one free a week that you have together you sit and chill for a while then that’s okay. Or when you’re at home find your release, find the thing that you can do that is stress free. For me I write or a I play guitar/ukulele or I watch Comedy. I do that for an hour maybe then I carry on studying. You can’t just study 24/7 because it will make sixth form very unpleasant for you.

There probably a lot more but at the moment I can’t think of anything specific. Just remember not to panic and everything will be fine. In sixth form I have made some really strong friendships, I have laughed more this year than I have in a long time despite a lot of things kicking off which made things very difficult. I hope you all have a lovely start to the year. Enjoy the insufferable 'getting to know each other’ tasks you’ll be set during the first week. Those 'find someone in the room who reads a newspaper’ or whatever it is ones that you’re supposed to get up in but everyone just sort of sits not wanting to interact with each other. Good luck in your first year, I hope I’ve been helpful x


A/N: So here’s my first Logan oneshot! I’m not going to lie, it was really hard to write his character for me. Probably not doing it again, but who knows! It was fun. I blame @siriusblackfoot and our talks about Logan as your boss and I’m also completely okay with it.
Warnings: SMUT and literally everything that goes with it

Originally posted by teacupears

A sigh left your mouth when you saw only one hour left of your shift. Usually, it wasn’t a problem to stay fresh through the whole day, but it was Tuesday, and there was always a lot of work at the start of the week. Not to mention your boss made you work overtime nearly every day lately.

You leaned back on your chair, a content smile on your face as you scrolled through the messages, seeing only a few letters remained unanswered. You’ll finish everything in a half an hour and maybe you can even prepare some of your works for tomorrow; then you can hurry home, take a nice, hot bubble bath, and watch your tv show in peace…

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Prompt: Mathew Grey Gubler smut. You are a guest star on criminal minds and you play a role that involves you kissing a another man, Matthew gets jealous and asks you to come to his trailer and well smut happens if you do this thank you

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Word Count: 1918 words

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: liked this prompt so much, just had to write it tonight. It’s 3 am and I just finished, so I’m terribly sorry for any spelling mistakes but I’ll have to check them later. Basically the reader is a guest show on criminal minds, playing the love interest of Shemar, when she goes off script and things get more heated as Matthew is watching, and then meets her in the trailer for some revenge. Hope you enjoy! My inbox/ requests are always open xxx


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Good Boy

Rolling in late to the #babybullfest like a dumbass! Heed the WARNINGS:

A/B/O, Alpha Elias, Omega Adam, light D/s, Mommy kink, fishnets, corsets, knotting dildos, a little knot spanking, sloppy sex, anal sex, anal tonguing, nipple fetish, sex work, porn without plot, probably gratuitous use of the word pussy (god, I’ve lost track, just… just read at your own risk!

Elias has a problem, the House has just the Omega to help him solve it.

Adam tapped his toes restlessly on the floor, finished reading the file, and flipped it closed with a definitive, “No.”

“You can’t veto this, Adam, it’s too much money,” Bea said, her arguments already in order because she knew him too well to think he’d take this case without argument.

“You’re right, it is too much money,” Adam said, reminding her, “There’s no way he can afford my rate for the night! And I can’t clear my schedule—”

“The Mistress cleared it for you and, actually, he can afford your rate,” Bea said, frazzled and weary. “He’s part owner of some kind of cloning patent. He can afford you all night every night until you’re too old to do this shit anymore.”

“Part owner of a cloning patent?” Adam hissed, incensed. “And that’s made him nouveau riche, has it? You know, that’s part of what’s wrong with today’s medical field, Bea, it’s all—”

“Write an article,” Bea said, interrupting his tirade. “I don’t give a shit how he gets his pay, Adam, as long as the House gets its cut.”

Adam flipped the file back open, snorting at the name the House had given his potential patron.

“Elias the Bull, honestly,” he said, skimming the contents again. “This is insane, Bea! All of this?”

“All of it.”

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Originally posted by akookiepls

Prompt: As an aspiring rapper, you’ve always turned to your best friend Hyukwoo for help. But this problem seems too big to solve. On top of that, your boyfriend just broke up with you, leaving you needy and desperate. 

Genre: drabble

Word count: 4.8k

a/n: i wrote this a hella long time ago but i wanted to post it :))

I looked down at my phone, hoping hyukwoo had texted me saying he was nearby but the reflection of my plain wallpaper only stared back at me, almost mockingly. hyukwoo was always early to work; it no longer seemed like a coincidence that he was only late when he had to pick me up. I groaned, clutching my purse tighter and planned out all the curse words I was going to say to him when he arrived.

and here he was. “sorry I’m late,” said hyukwoo, as I climbed into the passenger’s seat of his car. “I was trying to get your caramel macchiato but the line was so long and it held me up.” he adjusted his snapback in the rearview mirror and drove out of the lot. I smiled, feeling a little better that he had been thoughtful enough to bring my favorite hot drink.

“where is it?” I asked, looking around.

“oh, I didn’t buy it,” he replied, checking his reflection again. “the line was too long so I just left.”

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Business Partners- Part 1

Prompt/Summary: Your business partner invites himself to your sister’s wedding

Pairing/Characters: Tony Stark x Reader, Natasha, Clint, Coulson, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Scott.  Everybody

Warnings: cursing, drinking, reader is going to be a bit of an idiot later on.  You should work on your communication skills.  ;)

Word Count: 2085

Author’s Note:  I am cutting this down to the wire. But this is my submission for @bionic-buckyb 5000 follower celebration!!!!  I claimed the fake dating AU.  As of posting this, the end isn’t finished.  So I plan on eating pizza at home and try to get it done by the deadline.  (I’m going to come back and tag people)

Originally posted by ayumifuru95

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Who You Are (Part 2)

Originally posted by peteyspider

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,781

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of alcohol use (I think that’s it?)

Summary: You are on a mission of your own when you get caught by a certain superhero.

Part 1 

There was never a time in your life that you thought you would ever come in contact with a superhero. Nonetheless The Spider-Man. Sure, you had seen him on television many times over the past seven years—since he first appeared as a superhero— but seeing him in person was like nothing you could have imagined. He was pretty lean compared to the other superheroes, but you could see the definition of his muscles through the tight suit. You could tell from your position that he most likely nearly towered over you. As you were scanning him up and down, he let out a cough.

You could feel the burning of your cheeks as you looked back up at the white sockets, where his eyes would be. You could suddenly feel the pressure of the flash drive sitting in your hand and slowly bring it slightly behind you, while keeping your eyes on him.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Do you think you can be more original?” You snap back at him. He’s quiet for a moment, but you can’t tell what he’s doing because of the mask that covers his whole face.

“I think you have something that doesn’t belong to you,” he finally says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I guess we are doing this the hard way then,” he suddenly webs the wrist holding the flash drive and pulls you towards him so you are chest to chest. His left hand is holding the wrist of your fisted hand, and your face is inches from his. Your breath hitches and before you realize it, the flash drive is gone. It’s then your teammates begin to speak.

“Y/N? Do you have the flash drive? Where are you?”

The only thing you can utter comes out as a soft whisper, “Spider-Man.”

“Shit. I knew this would happen,” Rick groans, “Ida we’ve got to go.”

You break from the spell and rip your wrist out of his hand. Anger bubbles within you and you take a couple steps back.

“You guys aren’t serious!” I scoff.

“Sorry Y/N, but we can’t get caught again.” You hear a quiet click and you know they are gone. Fuck.

“Some friends you’ve got there.”

“We aren’t friends. I’ve only known them for two months.”

“I’d hate to send such a pretty girl to jail, but you broke the law,” Spider-Man reaches to grab your arm, but you flinch away.

“You don’t know what this company has done to thousands of people. They’ve lost their jobs, their money, even their homes. We were just trying to give the people their money back.” You try to explain, but the police are closing in on you and soon enough you’re being handcuffed. They lead you out of the building and you keep your head down. Once you reach the doors, you glance back to see that Spider-Man had already disappeared.

You rubbed your sore wrists from where the handcuffs had sat before they were taken off. You decided to clasp your hands together in front of you as you wait for the detective to come and talk to you. Your eyes scan around the interrogation room, noticing specifically, the large rectangular two-way mirror on the left of you. What have you gotten yourself into?

Your attention is drawn away by the sound of the door opening. In comes a tall man in a black suit. You study him. You can clearly tell that he’s been working this job for many years by the tired lines across his face, and the slight graying of his hair.

“Good afternoon Miss L/N. My name is Sergeant Stan Carter,” he says as he closes the door.

You don’t say anything and continue to stare blankly at him. He comes towards the other side of the table you are sitting at and sets down a folder with your name on it.

“Trying to rob from Oscorp wasn’t a very good idea for you and your friends. In fact it was pretty stupid.” He stares at you pointedly. “Speaking of your friends, where are they?”

Although you are angry at them for leaving you, you stay quiet. You didn’t want to say anything that you may regret or get you into anymore trouble than you are already in.

“It mustn’t have been hard to get you to work with them. From what I have here, it looks like your father lost his job from Oscorp. So, you did this for what? Revenge?”

You try not to let the Sergeant’s words get to you. He didn’t know what they are doing. No one outside of Oscorp did. You had the opportunity to help someone else’s family, but you failed. This is why you didn’t do field work. You always fucked up.

“Says here your mother is gone. Left you before you turned one…that must’ve been hard knowing your own mother didn’t want you.” You began to clench your jaw, and your hands moved to form fists.

“I understand that you were also quite the outcast at school. Kids said you were weird. So is that why you joined that little band of amateurs? You felt accepted for once?” He taunted. At the point you had enough. You shot up from your seat and slammed your hands on the table; but before you could get a word out, the door opens once again.

“Sergeant. There’s a Nick Fury here to see you,” a petite woman in a cop uniform interrupts. She sees me standing over the Sergeant and looks to him and asks, “Is everything okay in here?”

“Everything is fine,” he dismisses her. He sighs and stands up. “We’re not finished here.” You sit down and put your head in your hands, slightly pulling on your hair in frustration. Sergeant Carter doesn’t come back in for another twenty minutes, but when he does, he opens the door and growls, “Well…it looks like we won’t be continuing this conversation. You’re off the hook.”


“We’re done here. Your stuff is at the front.”

You stare at him with disbelief before standing up and walking past him, through the door. The female police officer introduces herself as Officer DeWolff. She guides you to the doors where your personal belongings were being held and sends you on your way. Once you reach outside, you immediately notice a man with an eyepatch leaning against a black SUV staring directly at you.

“Y/N L/N. My name is Nick Fury, I am the director of a government organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. I would like you to take a ride with me.”

“I don’t know who you are, why should I just hop into a strange car with some guy who claims to be part of the government. What would the government want with me?” You can’t imagine what they would want with you. You had stayed on the down low with your powers all your life. There’s no way they could know.

“Just get in the car,” he says as he opens the door.

You humph and hop into the passenger seat, crossing your arms. He closes your door, and walks around to the driver’s side, gets in, and starts the car. He pulls away from the curb and starts driving away from the jail.

“May 5th, 2020. A 16 year old, whom was paralyzed from the waist down from a car accident was suddenly able to walk. She went to your high school. As a matter a fact, she was one of your closest friends.”

You try to keep a poker face when he brings up your only best friend. “I don’t understand what that has to do with me.”

“You were the last person that saw her before she got out of bed and started walking.”

“So what? You think I did something to help her? That I healed her paralysis? That’s impossible.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“September 27th, 2022. A man claims a young girl cured his blindness and gave him his sight back. He just so happened to be your neighbor, whose children you babysat.”

“You must be mistaking me for someone else.”

“Then prove me wrong.” He glances at you and raises his eyebrow. You stare at him with disbelief and sigh.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to join my team. I think you could be a vital asset to the Avengers. You could be saving lives.”

“What if that isn’t something I want to do?” You weren’t a hero. You didn’t even know if your powers were a gift or a curse. When you healed someone, a little part of you suffered from it. You’ve gotten nosebleeds, severe headaches, and even a seizure. The more you used your power, the more damage you did to your body. Could you really do this on a daily basis?

“You don’t have to decide now. I’ll give you a month to give me your answer.” Fury continues as he pulls up to your apartment building. He turns his head in your direction, “Do we have a deal?”


A week had passed since you spoke with Director Fury. You still couldn’t make a decision, so instead you procrastinated by carrying on with your daily routine, going to school, calling your father, and working your part-time job as a bartender.

After a long day at school, you were ready to settle down on the couch and watch a little bit of t.v. before heading off to work. As you walked into the kitchen, you passed your old-school landline phone and saw the light flashing, letting you know you had a voicemail. You walked over to the phone hanging on the wall and pushed the button. You were not expecting to hear him completely drunk.

“Hi honeyyy, I jus wan’ ed ta talk to ya. I miss youuu soooooo mush. Okayy, byeee.”

You were shocked. He rarely ever got drunk, but when he did it was because— You jogged over the the calendar hanging on your pantry door and looked for today’s date. Today marks the day of your mother's’ “disappearance”. You had never known her. Dad says he doesn’t know what happened to her. She just didn’t come home one day. He called the police department and put out a missing person paper. The police investigated, but the whole trail was cold. They assumed that she left willingly.

Your father hasn’t taken it well since. You quickly get your purse and sweater and rush out of your apartment door. Since the subway wasn’t a far walk from your apartment, you decide to take a train to Queens where your father lived. The ride there felt longer than usual. You sat in one of the seats closest to the door and put in your headphones. You decided to look around the train and noticed brown eyes staring back at you.

He was wearing a t-shirt with some nerdy science pun, jeans, and his hair was parted on the side, which was kept in place by hair gel. He realized you saw him staring and blushed, looking down at his feet. You smiled slightly before looking away.

The train came to a stop and you walked quickly out, making your way towards your fathers home. Just as you had reached his street, you heard a loud explosion and screams. You turn toward where the sound came from and start running as fast as you can. When you get there, there are many people lying in the streets wounded, others running, and the arrival of police and firefighters. You feel something swing past you, and you turn around to see Spider-Man making his way to where the explosion took place.

“Help me! Please! I need help!” Screams a woman straight ahead of you. You pull up the hood of your sweater so it hides a majority of your face and rush towards her to find that she has a deep laceration on the side of her stomach. You quickly place your hands where she is holding hers and tell her to move them. You can feel the thick warm blood coating your hands as you close your eyes and focus on slowing the flow of blood.

“I need a paramedic!” You shout once you accomplish your task. One of them hears you and starts rushing towards you and the woman. You back away as he and his partner take over for you. You continue to help others that are injured, not healing them completely, but making sure they were stable. All of a sudden you hear a crashing sound and see Spider-Man fighting something you had seen before, but not quite the same.

The creature resembled Venom. Venom was once a man until an alien parasite called a symbiote gave him spider-like powers—much like Spider-Man’s. Unlike Spider-Man though, he killed anyone that got in his way. This creature was not Venom. His symbiote gave him a blue suit. This new guy was red.

Spider-Man and the creature are in the middle of the street, hundreds of feet from the injured civilians. Spider-Man goes to punch the Venom look-a-like, but is stopped short when his fist is engulfed by a larger, red hand a foot away from the creature’s face. He then throws him into the side of a bus. Spider-Man hits it so hard he leaves a large dent before falling onto the ground. The creature runs towards him, but before he could attack, Spider-Man shoots a web at a street lamp and swings away to the top of a car. Agitated, the creature roars and picks up the bus, throwing it at Spidey’s position. He tries to swing away again, but it’s too late. Somehow he gets up and shoots webs with both of his hands at the monster’s arms and goes in for what looks like a drop kick. The creature catches him by the throat and then throws him through a building. He lets out another roar and then disappears, swinging away into the darkness.

You waited for Spider-Man to come out, but he never did. You became worried, even though he had put you in jail the week prior, and take off towards the building. You have always admired what he did. Saving lives no matter the cost. You couldn’t just leave him. As you came close to the building you felt a sharp pain in your head. Dammit. I’ve healed so many people, what if I can’t help him? You ignore the thought, refusing to give up easily. You make your way to the doors and immediately start climbing the stairs. The lights of the ceiling are torn out, furniture, paper, and glass are scattered all around the floor.

You spot him laying on top of a broken cabinet, not moving. You do your best to get through the mess and once you get to him, you kneel down and feel his chest for breathing. You glance down his body and see cuts and bruises peeking out of his torn suit. You look back at his head and see the mask is still on. You hesitantly reach your hand towards the bottom of his mask and slowly start to raise it.

Your movement is stopped short when a hand suddenly grabs your wrist, yanking it away from his mask. He raises his head to look at you, but doesn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to him. He must not still be sure of you because he doesn’t release your wrist.

“You’re the…girl from the Oscorp…robbery,” he winces as he tries to speak.

“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t remember me,” you say teasingly.

“I could never forget a face like yours,” he replies. A smile begins to grow on your face.

“I can help you if you let go of my wrist.”


“Let go,” he releases you and you put your hands over his chest. You close your eyes and feel a tingling sensation running through your arms to your hands. You don’t stop until he suddenly sits up and says, “You’re bleeding.”

You shakily raise your hand to your nose and wipe away warm liquid. You look down at your hand to see a tiny pool of blood, and glance back up at him before the most painful migraine comes over you. You feel your eyes roll in the back of your head and blackness fills your sight.

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Not That Biased

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / JB / Jinyoung 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project, which is very distracting since you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though - if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.

Originally posted by jinyaung

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Undertum Sans water inflation?

Summary: Sans is hooked up to a water tube and strapped into a chair in Gaster’s lab. It turns out Gaster had other intentions instead of science and Sans ends up consuming more water than he had intended.


Sans did everything as he was told. He sat obediently in the chair in the middle of the room and let the doctor secure him in with tight leather straps over his ankles and wrists that bound him to his seat.
“What’re these for?” Sans tested his freedom whilst Gaster’s back is turned.
“My machines are very delicate. Those restraints will ensure you won’t damage them.” The doctor removed his lab coat and smoothed his black sweater into pristine condition. He turned, catching Sans messing with the straps and rolled his eyes. “Please stay still whilst I install the tube.”
Sans narrowed his eyes,
“You mean I have to have that pipe…in me?”
“Yes. It shouldn’t hurt.” Gaster gently blew on the end of the long black pipe and smiled. “Now, open wide.”
Sans did so, opening his jaws to the full extent and watching his mentor feed the tube through it.
He winced, the plastic scratched the back of his throat and began to slide down his oesophagus. It was a gross sensation, as if a snake was slowly slithering down instead of a pipe.
“Gu sure gis is save?” Sans gargled, setting off his gag reflex. “Calm down!” Gaster tutted, “Of course it’s safe.” With that, he shoved the tube the little extra way in it needed. Sans grunted, the tube was now inside his stomach. When Gaster turned to program the machine, Sans gnawed on the obstructive object in his mouth, finding it both uncomfortable and entertaining.

“I trust that you are ready to begin?” The tall monster looked under his glasses at his subject, a little smirk finding is way onto his lips.
“Geah.” Sans mumbled.
“Wonderful. Then I’ll turn on the machines.”
Gaster flicked a switch and the room filled with a consistent low humming sound.
Sans could also hear the trickle of water as it rushed towards him via his attachment. It was somewhat ominous as the running water became louder and louder, closer and closer. Sans stared- wide eyed- at the structure protruding from his mouth.

“Well, if you need me, Sans, I’ll be in my office.” Gaster yawned and tucked a stack of folders under one arm.

“Gore Geevin’??!!!” Sans spluttered, he really didn’t want to be alone whilst this happened. What was this experiment meant to prove anyway? He decided not to think on it too much.

“Yes. Why? It won’t be painful in the slightest, my boy. Just sit tight and wait for me to come back.” And with that, the doctor slotted his glasses into his shirt pocket, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. Sans was entirely alone. He sighed. The water hadn’t come through yet, and so he waited for it like a train about to run him down.

He gasped, a sudden icy chill slithering up his spine.
Freezing, shocking liquid splashed inside his stomach, sending little chatters to his teeth and shivers everywhere else. From then on, the water crept ever so slowly upwards. Each millimeter it gained he felt. His tummy had been so warm before…yet as time went on he became colder and colder. He balled his fists and brought his thighs together in stress. Where had Gaster got this stuff?! It was like ice!

Sans moaned and squirmed, disliking having no control over his slowly filling belly. It felt so unnatural and forceful he could only think regretful thoughts.

The liquid had touched the very edge of his lower ribs; the highest it could’ve gone. He could only round out from then on. His stomach made a little upset noise, confused and bothered by the fact that it was full of water. “Shhh…shhhh, buddy, its alright.” Sans winced, physically feeling his waistline grow. His belly bubbled in response, clearly disagreeing with him.

A few highly uncomfortable moments passed before his body began to naturally heat the water inside him. It was at this point that he relaxed, sitting back and simply feeling his body swell. He was just about at the ‘full’ stage. His ‘skin’ had a satisfying tightness to it and his belly was just heavy enough to feel good. At least now he was warming up again, a steady slosh told him that someone else was feeling a little happier too.

“Mmmmmmhhhhh…” He sighed, reclining in his chair heftily. I could get used to this. Any minute now, Gaster was going to waltz in, switch off the machine and remove that infernal pipe…

But he didn’t then. Nor did he for over another five minutes. Sans opened one eye, staring down at his heavily distended middle.
His sweater was looking pretty snug, no creases there. He noticed that his pants were becoming a bit restrictive as well, the waistband had started to cut into his soft, malleable flesh. He felt like a water balloon…though one that was in danger of bursting. His stomach continued to inflate. He watched in part awe, part horror as his sweater grew tighter and tighter over his growing stomach. His tongue materialized without permission, releasing waves of gooey drool that quickly flooded his mouth. Oh man…not now!

Sans sealed his 'lips’ over the tube to stop himself making a mess and grunted as he tried shifting his weight to get comfortable.
The stream of water spluttered and reduced to a babbling trickle… He thought it was over. Maybe the reservoir was empty?

“GhaaAaaahhhh!” He cried, before struggling to comfort his expanding middle. The water returned to full-stream in one lukewarm gush. “Fuuhhckkkk…” his glugging stomach bounced as he squirmed, trying to remain calm. His breathing quickened, he heard tiny pops and squeaks from below and a rising heat in his pants. “Mmfff…guh…” He squeezed his thighs together to suppress his erection. Why did that have to be a product of this?!
Cool open air stroked against his newly exposed 'skin’. His sweater had finally given up containing him and was gradually rising. He could see himself filling up, blue bubbly tummy tightening and gurgling and growing…

Yawning, Gaster opened the door and entered. He acted as if nothing was happening, rolling his sleeves up and replacing his glasses.
He looked under them at his helpless subject, raising his brows at the big blue bubble that now splurged and sloshed in their lap. Sans groaned,
“M…mgahhh…gahtdurr…ah-ahhh!” He bit down on the tube in pain, stomach reaching its limit. Gaster noted how Sans had tried calling his name and casually flicked a switch on the side of the machine.

“To be honest, Sans, I’m a little disappointed.” He mused.

The skeleton couldn’t respond, he just panted, looking upon his bloated belly with tired eyes.
Gaster knelt down and slowly pulled the pipe back up through Sans’ throat with several questionable squelches before the end popped out of his mouth with a satisfying slurp.
“There.” He muttered, “You’ve finished… Just a moment.”
The straps fell from his wrists and ankles, providing him with relief. That feeling didn’t last long, however.

Sans’ eyes widened and his pupils shrank. Gaster’s hot hands lay pressed to his exposed flesh.
“Does that feel any better?”
His fingers gently pressed on the jelly-like ball, evoking a loud groan.
Sans felt air rising quickly inside him. He tried to stop himself…too late.
Sans clamped his hands to his mouth, stunned.
“I…I’m sorry, man…I couldn’t…”

Gaster chuckled, standing up as if satified with himself.
“It’s quite alright, Sans.” He said calmly, “It really was a lot of fun watching this experiment.”

The skeleton rubbed his aching jaw,
“What? You weren’t here!”
Gaster laughed again,

“Was I not?”
The monster smirked and let his glasses shimmer in the harsh light. Sans was baffled.
“You’re free to go. I have no use for you now. I have everything I need to review on tape.”


Ok, so I didn’t know how to end that one. Hence the weirdness…If you didn’t know about the possibility that Gaster watched it through the cameras then it won’t make much sense. XD It’s so far fetched, I’m sorry!
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