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Continues Harmon: “These knobs, that want to protect the content they think they own — and somehow combine that with their need to be proud of something they have, which is often only their race or gender. It’s offensive to me as someone who was born male and white, and still works way harder than them, that there’s some white male [fan out there] trying to further some creepy agenda by ‘protecting’ my work. I’ve made no bones about the fact that I loathe these people. It f—ing sucks. And the only thing I can say is if you’re lucky enough to make a show that is really good that people like, that means some bad people are going to like it too. You can’t just insist that everybody who watches your show get their head on straight … And I’m speaking for myself — I don’t want the show to have a political stance. But at the same time, individually, these [harassers] aren’t politicians and don’t represent politics. They represent some shit that I probably believed when I was 15.”

“Watch your head, Krav,” says Magnus.

“You’re taller than I am,” Kravitz points out, amused, but he ducks as he moves into Magnus’s study. 

The scent of fresh-brewed tea and scones waft with them up the stairs. Higher in the house pervades the scent of raw wood, lending the top floor a permanent earthy smell, accompanied nicely by the food cooking downstairs. There’s another picture on the wall. It’s tucked between the image of Taako and Kravitz on their wedding day and Carey and Killian on theirs. (Magnus was best man for both.) The new one is of Angus, playing catch with Magnus: it’s composed of thick, dark strokes, clearly sketched in Lucretia’s hand, and the frame is of hand-wrought oak, the same oak of the trees surrounding Magnus’s home.

“Here we go!” Magnus says, retrieving the letter with a pleased a-ha!, and handing the letter to Kravitz. “For Julia.”

Kravitz accepts the letter with a reassuring nod, tucks it in the pocket of his suit. There are creases around the corners of this pocket where he’s tucked a letter in there hundreds of times before.  

Angus is teaching Magnus to write more neatly, to line his letters correctly, where to use commas and where to use periods instead. Kravitz never reads Magnus’s letters, but Angus tells him that Magnus makes excellent progress. 

The invitations to his and Taako’s wedding were written in Magnus’s own, painstaking hand.

Magnus shuts the drawer and says, almost absently, “Tell her I love her, okay?”

Kravitz pauses, debating. He takes a deep breath. “Magnus,” he says, and Magnus, detecting the shift in his tone, looks up immediately. “You know that she already knows, right? She knows that you love her,” Kravitz says gently. “You do tell her every time.”

Magnus chuckles, rubbing a sheepish hand along the back of his neck. “I know,” he says, turning a bit pink. “I just - I love her, you know? I really do. And I guess, when you love someone, you want to tell them that every chance you get.”

Kravitz thinks of Taako. Kravitz finds himself nodding, then finds himself blushing as well at Magnus’s knowing look. “I suppose you’re right,” Kravitz concedes.

Magnus smiles, gaze drifting to the picture-laden wall. The entire wall is pocketed with dozens of pictures of his family, all smiling back at him. “I can’t wait to tell her myself,” he says, voice wistful.

Kravitz stiffens. He struggles to find words. “Magnus….”

The hesitation in Kravitz’s tone breaks Magnus out of his reverie, and he laughs. “Don’t worry, Krav. I don’t look forward to dying anymore,” he says, and gestures around his home with one hand, the other clasping his Stone of Farspeech, a small smile suffusing his face. The smell of tea and scones drifts lightly around them, the burnished afternoon light cheery as it dapples off the wall. “I’ve got too much to live for.”

“Good,” Kravitz says, and means it. Magnus slings a companionable arm over his shoulder as they head back down the stairs, and after so long in the man’s company it’s a comfortable weight.

“Do make sure you tell her though, yeah?”

Kravitz laughs, a glint of humor in his eye. “Ten years and I’ve never failed you once,” he says, and Magnus chuckles at that.

“I know, I know,” he says, and his smile softens. “But I can’t tell her myself, so I’m entrusting it to you.”

He pats Magnus’s hand reassuringly as they reenter the kitchen. “Okay,” Kravitz promises, smiling quietly. “I will.”


Taako doesn’t believe in words. Words are too easily manipulated, he claims, and his manner of speaking reflects that: he is flippant, his inflections curling up with indifference. It’s not often that he makes promises or declarations with solemnity. 

So when he says I love you Kravitz treasures it, not because it is a sacrifice, but because it is an absolute truth - it’s an admission of trust, that Taako loves him enough to hand over a part of his very soul and know that Kravitz will care for it, gently.

For a while Kravitz wondered, because Taako doesn’t say it often - not nearly as often as Magnus, who says it every time Kravitz retrieves this month’s letter. Then he realized: Taako cooks. He says I love you all the time; he just doesn’t use words. His affection goes into the pot roast that Magnus marks as his favorite, the perfectly-grilled salmon that Kravitz loves, the oolong-and-scones for Merle and the cinnamon-chocolate cookies for his sister, because Lup loves peanut butter but Barry is allergic.

In this regard, Kravitz is more similar to Magnus than he thought. Magnus, brave and brash Magnus - when he’s not crushing people in an embrace, or slinging a casual arm around them, or letting them rest a head on his shoulder, or pulling them into a noogie reminiscent of a bear’s iron grasp - sticks with his tried-and-true “I love you,” which he says with such painful earnestness that he leaves no room for doubt. 

Where Magnus says those three words, Kravitz says “Thank you.”

Thank you, to Taako, for the salmon. Thank you, to Lup and Barry, for a tirade of relentless jokes after a long week of reaping. Thank you, to Merle, for the nuggets of wisdom he dispels and the return of Kravitz’s green thumb. Thank you, to Magnus, for the hand-crafted piano that is their living room’s crowning jewel.


Magnus’s wall is full, now. His pictures spill over to the opposite wall, ringing the window that leads to the field outside, where Angus and Johann scamper around the yard. The most recent addition is a group photo of the Starblaster crew at Merle’s beach bar. Twenty years after the Day of Story and Song, Lucretia and Davenport are arm-in-arm.

He hands Kravitz a letter. His handwriting is smoother these days, but he retains the thick lines that demonstrate just how similarly Magnus wields a pen and an axe. Before Magnus can say anything, Kravitz stops him.

“Thank you,” he says.

Magnus looks up, a smile on his face that suggests he knows exactly what Kravitz means. “What for?”

And Kravitz says, simply: “Everything.”


Magnus dies surrounded by family, smiling.

In the white space between life and death, Kravitz steps forward and outstretches an arm. Magnus accepts it gratefully. He’s as young as the day Kravitz first met him.

Kravitz leads him beyond, gently, easing the passing as much as he can. Magnus slings an arm around Kravitz’s shoulder as they go. They step onto an island, a cottage that is familiar to Kravitz. Kravitz can hear barking inside, as he always does, and Magnus steps forward, about to rush in, and -

stops.

“Kravitz.”

Kravitz turns. “Yes?”

Magnus looks at the cottage for a long, long moment. Already, his eyes grow red, and Kravitz feels his own prickle sympathetically. Then he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a sheath of letters. After so long, the words are perfectly-formed. He hands them to Kravitz. 

“You know what to do, my friend.”

Taako, says the first letter. Then, as Kravitz shuffles through the stack: Merle. Lucretia. Angus. Lup. Barry. Davenport. And at the bottom: Kravitz.

When Kravitz is confident he can speak without choking up, he says, “I’ll send these along.”

“Thank you.”

Kravitz laughs, quietly. “Of course, Magnus.”

Magnus watches him for a long moment, then steps forward and pulls him into an embrace.

Kravitz returns it gratefully. This is certainly not goodbye, but it’s melancholic all the same. 

Magnus’s voice is almost small. “Tell them I love them, okay?”

We already know, Kravitz thinks. He thinks of the wall full of photos, the ever-present scent of homemade food in Magnus’s house, the vines curling up the woodwork. He thinks of the sketch of Julia, sketched in thick, dark strokes, that was created on their wedding day by a woman with curly black hair but a hood tight over her head. He thinks of the thumbtack under which Magnus has pinned every single one of Davenport’s postcards. He thinks of the second stack of letters Magnus keeps tucked right next to Julia’s, addressed in the same small, neat hand that taught Magnus how to write.

But he says none of that. Instead, he nods.

“Okay,” Kravitz promises, smiling quietly. “I will.”

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Request(s): 

  • Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader … Honestly IDK what you wright. I am just a sucker for Steve The Mom™ and his bromance with Dustin. Would love for Dustin to have a sister or cousin or something and the Reader getting roped into Dart shenanigans. PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
  • Can you do an imagine with Steve Harrington, were the reader is really badass, and kills one of the demogorgons, and steve starts liking her?

Word Count: 3038 (suuuper long I kinda hate it)

Song: No song for this I kinda just blasted the whole soundtrack for two days straight

Summary: Kinda exactly what the requests say but if you didn’t read it it’s essentially Steve being Mom Of The Year and you being Dustin’s badass older sister that Steve falls for after seeing her in action while fighting the demodogs.

Warning(s): Violence, swearing, I think that’s it????

Author’s Note: I’ll do a smutty part two if y’all want it like I’ll probs do it anyway let’s be for real

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A NIGHT AT HOME | TAEHYUNG VERSION

WORD COUNT: 3,112

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, slight exhibitionism, squirting

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Watch your head, Rafa! 😂😂😂

If you’re a person who needs that extra motivation to start doing your work, or to work just a tad bit harder, this might be the post for you! I’ve made a special list with beautiful movies with mixed genres that will surely give you that motivation you need to get where you want to. I hope you’ll have fun watching them!


1. Legally Blonde (2001)

A classic. Most of you have probably already watched this, but for those who haven’t, you won’t regret it! The movie tells the story of Elle Woods, who after being dumped by her boyfriend for not being “serious enough” decides to follow him to law school - to Harvard Law School! There she discovers she’s much more than her looks, and that she doesn’t really need a boyfriend to be the best version of herself.

Even though I consider the film very inspirational, it is also very light and funny, so you won’t even notice the time passing by as you watch it. Really worth watching it if you’ve recently been through the end of a relationship. Watch this, get your head up, and get back to work!

2. Monsters University (2013)

This one might be originally made for children, but who doesn’t love Pixar movies? Monsters University is the prequel to Monsters, Inc., which let us know how the loved characters Mike Wazowski and James P. Sullivan became best friends, and their experience at Monsters University. There, we follow Mike as he follows his dream of becoming a professional Scarer, despite of what everyone thinks of him.

If you’re the kind of person who enjoys animation, it will be very fun to watch and, at the same time, make you think about what you’re doing. Will you really care about other people’s opinions about you or work hard for what you want to become?

3. The Pursuit of Happiness (2006)

This highly emotional biographical movie, based on Chris Gardner’s struggles while being homeless, will certainly tell you a lesson about not giving up on what you believe in, and work hard. Like mentioned, we follow Chris Gardner as he tries in whatever way he can to build a better future for him and his son, while having no place to live and a position as a intern that pays no money. 

I admit I teared up several times while watching this one, but it gave me a totally different mindset. If I’m a person who has everything to follow my dreams and work hard, why am I not doing it? 

4. The Great Debaters (2007)

This movie shows us the story of how a black debate team, led by professor Melvin B. Tolson managed to become the first black debate team to go against Harvard’s own debate champions in the national championship. It’s based on a real article written about the Wiley College debate, which makes everything even greater! 

My opinion is that everyone should watch this movie, and understand the wonders you can do if you believe that all the things you want to achieve are possible if you work hard enough!

5. The Internship (2013)

This is the story of two old-school salesmen Billy and Nick that, after being downsized because of the digital age, decide to work for Google. Then, during the internship, they must work together with a group of young college kids to complete a series of tasks to finally be officially employed.

Other than the fact it’s a hilarious movie (well, at least that’s my personal opinion), I find this movie highly motivational because we see the two main characters managing to contribute to their group with what they can even though they know nothing about technology. They still manage to do well, so I think it has a really amazing message!

6. Good Will Hunting (1997)

This is movie is about Will Hunting, who has a really high IQ, but works as a janitor at MIT. Professor Gerald Lambeau finds out about Will when he manages to solve a very difficult graduate-level math problem, but he doesn’t only help Will with his academic life, but also with psychological problems he faces as he thinks about his relationships and his future. 

This movie is really redirected at thinking about your academic life, but also about what could be holding us back - sometimes we might need the help of others to overcome our problems, and see the better way out. 

7. The Social Network (2010)

Here we find out the roots of Facebook and the story behind it - who was Mark Zuckenberg and how he managed to create such a huge network? This is his story, and how exactly he managed to go from a college student to a multi-millionaire. Even though being rich isn’t and shouldn’t be everyone’s ultimate goal, this movie might be the right thing to really inspire you to turn the ideas in your head into concrete things. 


As of now these are my favorite movies I go to when I really need that extra motivation. I really think it’s a great idea to try and watch them before your exam season, before the start of a new term, or at any time of the year really! 

Good luck on your exams and happy studying! x

For My Eyes Only

Note: thanks for the request, darlin! I hope it’s not too short! feedback is welcome! .c

Request:  Can you do one where reader shows up to a ball very very beautiful in a high-fashion gown which attracts so much unwanted attention making fiance!Bucky irritated af?

Originally posted by lancefuckrr


Your hands flattened, running down your hips in your red ball gown. Tony had been planning a ball for the team, something he set his sight on after months of non-stop missions. You’d rather get cozy and watch movies with the team, but Tony likes to go above and beyond. You grew to accept his need for parties when he was feeling too anxious. It was his way of winding down and feeling like he was on solid ground again.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as you finished styling your hair and you took a look in the mirror once again. You were nervous to wear such a bold dress. The sleeves and chest area was a floral lace material, with a puffed out waist, cascading down to the floor.

Red was definitely your color, you never failed to look good in it. It also helped that it was one of Bucky’s favorite colors on you. It took you ages to find the perfect dress, and when your eyes landed on this, you knew it was the one you’d be wearing.

Your eyes fell to the shiny diamond ring on your left finger and your stomach fluttered happily. You’ve been engaged to Bucky for a year, having dated for three years prior to his amazing and beautiful proposal. You didn’t think Bucky could be anymore romantic-he was a sucker for sweet stuff-but a proposal at the first place you met was heartwarming.

A knock sounding at your door made you nearly jump out of your heels. “Coming!” You called out as you walked towards your bedroom door, careful not to trip over yourself. You opened it and smiled as you saw Nat and Wanda dressed to the nines with their hair perfectly styled and lips painted.

Nat was wearing a tight black dress and black heels, her hair loosely curled, framing her face in a flattering way. You knew she wasn’t one for going to the extremes with her dresses, and you couldn’t believe how subtle it was, all the while making her look like a queen at the same time.

Wanda wore a red dress that was similar to yours, rhinestones littering the chest area and it was sleeveless, and her hair was neatly straightened. Her heels were black, as well. You had to take it all in for a moment, appreciating the fine detail and of course, how beautiful she looked in it. Your friends were definitely heart breakers.

“Earth to Y/N?” Nat said, waving her hand in front of your face. You giggled and shook your head, coming or of your daze. “Sorry! You guys just look smoking hot!” You blushed and ushered them out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you.

Us? Look at you! You look gorgeous!” Wanda said with a wide smile, her teeth shining. You rolled your eyes playfully and walked down to the elevator.

“Thanks! I just can’t believe Tony would throw a ball.” You shook your head lightly as Nat pressed the up button on the elevator. “The man is rich, he would throw parties like this every night if he could.” Wanda muttered, making you and Nat laugh as you all entered the elevator.

The ride was short and you hooked arms with Nat and Wanda, walking down the hallway until you turned into the doors of Tony’s large dance room. He did not disappoint. Everything was decorated intricately and the music was actually good this time.

Nat scoffed and leaned into your side. “All eyes are on you, of course.” She mumbled with a smirk. Your eyebrows raised slightly and you turned to look at the crowd, seeing the eyes of men looking at you. 

Wanda giggled softly on your other side. “Don’t let Bucky know. That’s a disaster waiting to happen.” She said, laughing a little harder at your mortified expression. You groaned in annoyance and discomfort. 

Nat and Wanda separated from you after seeing their dates-Vision and Bruce- leaving you by the door. You didn’t mind, it gave you time to search for Bucky.

You scanned the dance floor, spotting Sam dancing with two women, twirling them both. His eyes lifted in your direction and you nearly doubled over in laughter as you watched him trip over his feet. 

You could see him faintly word ‘holy shit’ under his breath as he took in your appearance. The two women noticed his eyes on you and they stormed off, leaving Sam to follow after them like a lost puppy.

Your eyes left Sam and you spotted Tony at the bar with Steve and Bucky by his side. A smile formed on your lips as you made your way over there, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Though, as you were walking, you noticed the faint turn of heads, the sense that everyone was watching you creeping up your spine.

Swallowing the nervousness that bubbled in your lower belly, hoping you weren’t actually gaining the attention of every male in the room, you made it to the bar and leaned into Bucky’s arm. “Hey, stranger.” You murmured in his ear. He turned to you and instantly his mouth fell open.

“Doll, you look…” He was rendered speechless, his cheeks burning with blush as he looked at you. He swore you were straight from a fairy tale. The ring on your finger confirming his thoughts that you were really his. You giggled and stood away from him, spinning around so he could look at your dress.

Steve stood to his feet as you turned to face them again. He looked down at you, keeping you at arms length before hugging you. “Y/N, you look gorgeous!” Steve breathed, his blue eyes just as wide as Bucky’s. Tony turned to see what caught their attention after his sentence died down and he gasped upon seeing you.

Tony crossed over to you and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips. “You look stunning.” He said with a smile, kissing the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but blush, easily flustered at any compliment. Bucky scoffed and shoved Tony out of the way. His arm wrapped around your waist and he kissed your head.

“Watch yourself, Tony.” Bucky warned, pulling you closer. You giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He smiled down at you and trailed his finger down your jawline. “She’s beautiful and for my eyes only.” He murmured to you, loud enough for the other two to hear. You hummed in response, smiling as Bucky kissed your nose.

“Sorry, but every man in here has his eyes on her.” Tony stated with a shrug. He always enjoyed getting a rise out of the super soldier. Bucky immediately stood up straighter, his head whipping around to look at the crowd. Tony was right. Nearly every man was looking your way. “Are you serious?” Bucky growled, his jaw clenching.

Bucky instantly wanted to get you out of there. His hold on you had gotten tighter and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Tony snickered at Bucky’s reaction. “You better keep her close, old man. One of these men won’t hesitate to take her away.” With a pat on Bucky’s shoulder, Tony left with a smug grin, leaving him a fuming mess.

“No man is going to steal you away from me.” Bucky said more so to himself than you. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I promise that won’t happen, Bucky.” He sighed heavily, his fingers digging into your side.

You looked out into the crowd and felt rather small after meeting eyes with a man, a slight smirk forming on his lips as he held onto another woman, completely oblivious to his wandering eyes. Steve scoffed and shook his head, having witnessed the action. “I can’t believe men act like this now.” He said, crossing his arms.

Before you knew it, a different man was walking over to the bar, his hand running through his slicked-back hair. You absentmindedly shrunk into Bucky’s side as he walked by you and he smirked down at you.

“Evening, beautiful.” He said with a deep voice, sending a knowing glance to Bucky, nearly challenging him. Your expression matched Steve’s: wide mouth, wide eyes, full of shock. Was he serious?

You felt Bucky start to move towards him, hearing a low growl rumble in his chest. “You fucking-” You gasped and pulled him away quickly, “No, Bucky, don’t.” You pleaded. Steve quickly helped you move Bucky away and left the man at the bar, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s shaking figure. 

“I’ve got him, Steve.” You said softly, watching Steve debate whether staying beside you two or enjoying his evening. He nodded gently and looked at Bucky before walking off, disappearing in the crowd.

“Let’s just dance. Don’t worry about it.” You said softly, caressing Bucky’s hand with your thumb. You pulled Bucky towards you and your ears perked as you heard “Burning Love” come on.

“Lord almighty, I feel my temperature risin’!”

A gasp fell from your lips and Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your reaction. The look on your face instantly calmed him. You were bubbling with laughter and your cheeks nearly split from how wide your smile was as the both of you fell in sync during the song. You had to admit, he hasn’t lost his rhythm.

As the song played through, you and Bucky never missed a beat. It felt perfect and you both had forgotten the unwanted attention from the men in the crowd. You were twirling and dancing around with Bucky, a smile permanently etched on your faces.

Just as the song was about to end, Bucky pulled you to his body, your hands resting on his chest as he dipped you.

You gasped and looked up into his eyes, slithering your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” You asked, nearly breathless. Bucky leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, making your heart jump in your chest. It was full of passion and need, love and adoration.

Pulling away, Bucky stood you both upright again and you felt lightheaded from the kiss. “That.” He said with a bright smile. You shook your head as you giggled and rested your forehead on his chest, the next song slipping into a soft, slow melody.

Bucky kissed your head as you swayed back and forth. “I love you. You’re mine.” He whispered, his hand resting on the small of your back. You nodded and lifted your head up to look at him. “I’m yours. I love you too, fiance.” You said sweetly. Bucky blushed and lifted your hand to kiss the ring on your finger.

“I love the sound of that.”

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What It’s Really Like

Having an ED mean more than losing weight it’s constantly being too cold, too depressed, too tired, too stressed, too obsessed, too fat.
Having an ED means going days without realizing I haven’t eaten, because i’m too consumed with depression or anxiety.
Having an ED means that going out with friends is impossible; because food is always involved. 
Having an ED means that every time after seeing a person I wonder for hrs, if that person thinks that i’m fat. 
Having an ED means having impossibly high anxiety about eating in public. 
Having an ED means thinking about how many calories you have eaten today, rather than what homework is due. 
Having an ED means adding bottles of laxatives to your shopping cart, right next to the “safe foods” and ipecac syrup. 
Having an ED means worrying about calorie counts instead of bills and finances.  
Having an ED means forgetting the easy things, like how to do the simplest tasks. 
Having an ED means being too tired to get yourself ready in the morning. not bathing, not brushing your teeth, not brushing your hair. 
Having an ED means watching the hair on your head fall out, while hair grows all over your body as your body tries to keep you warm. 
Having an ED means that all of my clothes no longer fit, but im too scared to go clothes shopping so I make do with what I have. 
Having an ED means wearing baggy clothes to divert attention from the fact that your skin is becoming see through.
 Having an ED means easily getting injured. Having to decide if the pain is worth the frustration of answering all the questions. 
Having an ED means thousands of tried to get blood during any dr apt or trip to the ER. 
Having an ED is going to sleep at night hoping that you will lose weight while you sleep, and praying that you will wake up in the morning. 
Having an ED means spending hrs looking up the calories for the food you must consume to meet your nutritionist diet plan. 
Having an ED means not having the energy to go out with friends, go shopping, or even get up for work some days. 
Having an ED means concentrating in class is impossible. 
Having an ED means having that voice in the back of ur head saying being skinny is better than living at all. 

Lucidity | M

“Do I really deserve to be alone even though I want to be by your side?”

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Précis;A hazy mist of memories sprouting before your eyes, and a blast of betrayal running beneath your nose.

Note: I was beyond anxious when this disappeared multiple times, but now that it’s here, I can breathe. | ft. slight Park Jimin (’:

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a splash of fluff. Light smut and mentions of alcohol. | Words ➳ 10.8k


The music reverberated throughout the large home, blasting and threatening to pierce his skin and seep into his veins. People were dancing, yelling along with the music and having the time of their lives; wanting nothing more than to get wasted and to just forget. Others who had the mind to think, just stood back while drinking small sips from their cups—examining the humans who were begging to drown deeper into their drunkenness, to swim to the shore to survive the night or to just fall deep into the waters; giving up and letting their subconscious mind take over. The house was surely trembling from the commotion within, wanting nothing more than to relieve it from the atrocious tension, to feel blissful like it once had and not all clogged up from the poison that was slowly building up.

Amidst the many partygoers under the twinkling lights scattered on the ceiling and the loud obnoxious immature chatter amongst many groups, Jungkook stood in front of the home bar, pointing to a bottle while the man on the other side happily grabbed it and handed it to him. Jungkook took a plastic cup from a stack and bit the lid off the bottle, fizz quickly slipping out while he poured it’s contents into his cup. He had no idea what was slowly taking over his body. He had no idea how he got to the party, or even why he came; but what he did know was this.

He wanted to see you.

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Sex Appeal(Taekook Threesome Smut)

Alright so I just lovveeee doing these warnings. Not really but I don’t want people complaining so! You have been warned there will be a little male x male and a lot of male on female and dirty talking. This is for @kimswoc I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis:  {hi, could i request a taekook x reader smut where shes just dancing a practice room doing a sexy dance and they take her home and fuck her,, and all 3 of them are in a poly relationship}


“Am I even doing it, right?” You questioned yourself as you glided against the brown tiled floor of the practice room. Hands going up to pull at your hair in frustration you stomped around rather childishly before you threw your hands up looking in the mirror. “You can do this! It’s just a dance and it’s not that hard! Get it together girlfriend.” Giving yourself the little pep talk made you feel a little better but not a lot. Your hands went to your hips and your eyes roamed your own figure as you tried to boost yourself up. You didn’t have on anything special just a sports bra and black leggings with white sneakers. Your hair was loose and framing your face because who didn’t look to swing their hair to give off sex appeal while dancing? You were at the Bighit building in one of the practice rooms while your two lovers Taehyung and Jungkook practiced with the boys. Yep that’s right you were dating both of them and you were loving it. The story behind you meeting was one that was rather funny in your eyes. You were going down on Taehyung one day when he was supposed to be alone at the dorm rooms. You had both been close friends because surprise one of your cousins was a cordi who gave you the hookup. You and Taehyung had always felt sexual tension so you took that chance to blow him in his bed. But while you were ass up and face down engulfing all of his dick down your throat in walks Jungkook who had forgotten his charger. Of course he wanted in on the action but because he wasn’t eighteen yet you made him wait until he was old enough before you finally invited him into the relationship. When they weren’t on tour they were constantly at your place or it was vice versa. In some ways, it was better this way that you dated both. Because when you all went out on dates everyone was stupid enough to think since there was three of you, that you had to know someone from that group or maybe be a sibling. Yeah you were something alright daddy’s little girl for Taehyung and when you could get him to be good and drop his macho manhood you were mommy for Jungkook.

Recently, Jungkook and Jimin had did a dance cover to one of Drake’s songs Own It. The song was one of your favorites and personal for you because you had fucked Jungkook to that song and he told you to indeed own it. Seeing them dance to it only made you want to learn the dance and add a few more touches of your own. But it was hard to get your foot work down like you wanted, constant thoughts distracted your mind and you didn’t know how you could try to force yourself to keep up with focusing on just dancing. You stepped forward to replay the song, moving back into place you tried it again. And then you went again. And then you turned one more time before screaming out. Sweat dripping down your spent body, you hunched over with your hands on your knees looking up in the mirrors at your reflection. Jumping slightly with a light yelp seeing two faces pressed at the door. You turned around while Jungkook took the liberty to push the door open walking in with Taehyung.

“How long have you been there thing one and two?” You teased moving to grab a towel and wipe yourself off.

“Enough to hear, get it together girlfriend!” Taehyung snapped his fingers using a girly voice to mock you and Jungkook grabbed at his hair stomping around in a circle. Heat rose to your face and you nodded your head watching the both of them.

“You know what fuck you both. Or should I say I won’t be fucking you both for a while.” You threatened lifting up your middle finger.

“So, your hormones are the reason you can’t concentrate then?” Taehyung questioned and you froze blinking.

“Says who?” You asked bracing your hands on your hips.

“Come on Y/N. You never bring up sex or threaten to take it away unless you’ve been a naughty girl.” Taehyung tsked.

“And got those panties dripping for us.” Jungkook chuckled biting on his bottom lip.

“You just want me lips around your pink tip.” You challenged watching them both circle you slowly. Taehyung came up to you fisting your hair with his fingers he licked your bottom lip.

“Maybe, but you love these pink tips just as well as Jungkook does.” He bit your bottom lip and Jungkook nodded his head moving to slide his hand down Taehyung’s toned stomach to pat on his crotch.

“I love taking it. But I also love shoving mine in his tight asshole and your little pussy.” Jungkook cooed winking at you.

“Get out. And go get a room!” Namjoon hollered walking by you guys and you could hear Yoongi snort slapping at the back of his head.

“Leave them alone no one complains when you fuck Jin.” Yoongi defended you because you were one of his favorite people in the world and you felt pride well up inside.

“Come on whose side are you on? That hurt.” Namjoon complained as their voices faded down from the hallway. You looked between the two males in front of you shifting on your feet lightly.

“Show us your dance. If you do a bad job. You only take one of us. If you do good you can take us both.” Jungkook promised.

“REALLY?!” You asked excitedly. They tried to hold back double penetration with you or fucking you with both at the same time because you would get really sore and they always felt guilty for making you limp around the places you all went because they couldn’t carry you.

“Really princess. So, don’t disappoint or I will handcuff you to the bed and make you watch me fuck Jungkook but you don’t get to cum or touch yourself.” You didn’t like that idea at all. Nodding you moved back towards the middle of the room looking forward. Jungkook went to your phone starting the song up again going to join Taehyung as the stood in the left corner in front of you. You were slightly nervous but you knew that if you fucked up that was it. Not thinking about anything else but the song and your moves you landed your foot work for the most part. Tripping up only once your body swayed and dipped like you wanted It to. When you finished, you looked at the males chewing on your bottom lip. Jungkook walked towards the door looking over his shoulder as Taehyung followed.

“Come on minx, let’s get you home real soon.” He cooed causing you to grab your phone and dash after them towards the van.



The ride with the other members was risky and tension filled. You had all sat in the back and told the driver that everyone but Jungkook and Taehyung would be going back to the dorm. And because it so happened your house was farther, the driver of the fan agreed to go drop the boys off at the dorms first. Taehyung had initiated it, his fingers ghosting up the silk like leggings you had on drawing circles into your skin. He watched you biting on his lip before he looked out of the window moving his hands to cup your heat. You laughed and joked with the other members but you were feeling the want and need deep in your stomach. Taehyung lifted his hand up to push it inside of your leggings past your panties, and you spread your legs wide for him welcoming his long middle finger that he pushed inside of you knuckles deep. Your head rolled slightly, your lips parted as you circled your hips against the male’s finger. Jungkook looking down seeing the sudden movement smirked to himself. The moon was coming out to shine which made this situation even better. He turned in his seat to rest his head on your shoulder, his hand sliding up to pull down your sports bra and expose your left breast. He leaned down to flick his tongue against the whole area of your breast and then going back he slowly licked around your nipple, his pink tongue lapping roughly at your flesh. Your body was trembling lightly and you had to do your best to at least try to participate in the conversations before you. Taehyung had built a slow rhythm pushing his finger in as deep as he could each time he entered you. Because you didn’t want to be left out you reached your hand over to rub Taehyung through his shorts causing him to stiffen slightly as you felt his dick twitch in the confines of his boxers. His bulge slowly hardening under your touch and pressing against his inside thigh. Your hands gripped him through the fabric and you jerked him slightly looking up at him with want and need. Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours while the music was turned up in the car when the boys heard a famous rap song that they loved. You and Taehyung’s breath mixed in lips inches from each other as you listened to the sharp breaths you each took seeing who would drive the other crazier first.

Jungkook was enjoying the show in front of him, engulfing your nipple with his mouth he sucked on it feeling his own dick stiffen at the risk of all of you getting caught and how you and Taehyung seemed to fuck each other with your eyes. Taehyung sped up his finger as much as he could, but there was a little noise of your pussy being fucked because of your wetness slipping out. The van came to a stop and Taehyung pulled his finger out of you quickly. Jungkook was just a smooth pulling up your bra as you all said your goodbye’s. Once the van was rolling again Taehyung pushed his finger against Jungkook’s lips that were coated with your juices and Jungkook opened his mouth to suck the essence away him and Taehyung locking eyes and sharing their own intense moment.

Once you were back at the house you unlocked the door to your place opening it to let the two males in. The door was shut and onto the room you all went. As soon as the bedroom door was pushed open Jungkook was pinning Taehyung down crawling on top of him. Their lips crashed as they battled for dominance moaning into each other’s mouth. Jungkook was grinding his hips down against Taehyung’s his ass pressing against the hardened bulge that you caused Taehyung to have. Taehyung reached his hands around to grip at Jungkook’s ass grinding him harder against his own dick.

“Do you like that baby boy? You like feeling my hard dick against your plump ass?” Taehyung asked him in a sultry voice and Jungkook answered back with his own deep tone.

“Mm you know it daddy. I like bouncing on your hard dick too.”

“Damn right you do.” Taehyung slapped his ass sliding his hands into the male’s jogging pants and past his boxers to grope at his bare ass pushing him down harder against his own clothed erection. They were losing their selves with moans and groans and it was so hot to you. Slowly you stripped off your clothes one by one crawling up on the dresser spreading your legs wide and pressing your feet down towards the edge of your dresser. Your fingers circled your wet clit as you moaned softly watching them both struggle to not tear each other apart. Lips locking and hair pulling it was a sight that always made you drip like a river. Jungkook had managed to get them both naked, straddling Taehyung again he gripped both of their members jerking them off with the same hand grinding his dick up and down against Taehyung’s. Your head tilted to the right, fingers moving down to slip past your tight entrance. Two fingers burying deep inside of your pussy you fucked yourself one hand going up to grab at your breast and play with your hardened nipples. Taehyung was slapping Jungkook’s ass bucking his hips up as the male jerked them both off. Jungkook soon pulled away crawling onto the floor spreading Taehyung’s legs wide. He licked a stripe up from his balls to the tip of his cock swirling his tongue around Taehyung’s weeping length. Taehyung grabbed at Jungkook’s hair letting out a moan of approval as the male sunk his mouth onto the swollen shaft. Taehyung looked at you with hooded eyes moaning for you both. He slowly thrust up his hips, eyes burning on you and dropping down to your pussy as you fingered yourself. He was fucking Jungkook’s wet mouth at a slow pace trying to keep himself from getting too worked up. Hissing slightly, he smirked at you licking over his plump lips flicking out his tongue.

“Come help him out baby girl. I love your tongue just as much. And besides, I only want my or Jungkook’s fingers buried in that tight little pussy. Unless you want to give us a show?” He asked and Jungkook pulled back with glistening pink lips lifting an eyebrow. You let out a cry of pleasure and slight frustration because you were close to cumming had he not interrupted you with his words. You took your fingers from your heat sucking them clean before you hoped off the dresser going over to join both the males. You got on your knees beside Jungkook who used his right hand to hold Taehyung by the base of his cock. Jungkook kissed your lips tilting his head to make it a deep one before he pulled back nodding at Taehyung’s cock. You leaned your head forward your tongue licking around the hard shaft that was oozing precum and looking very angry. Taehyung growled but made no move to stop you letting you take your time. Your lips wrapped around him and you gave his head a nice harsh suck. While you were preoccupied Jungkook used his left hand to slide under your legs from behind entering two fingers inside of you causing you to moan. Taehyung threw his head back at the vibrations bucking his hips up. Jungkook leaned down to lick the male’s balls and you reached your hand over to grip at Jungkook’s neglected cock stroking it with your hand. He gave out a tiny mewl of pleasure thrusting his hips forward. You pulled back so that you could suck at a ball with Jungkook and the pair of you flicked your tongue against Taehyung’s shaft sometimes together or separate causing him to be a moaning mess against the bed his abs tightening as he got closer to a release.

“Baby boy on my dick. Baby girl I want your pussy on my tongue now.” Taehyung urged and you knew he was going to be close. Nodding your heads, you both pulled back to get into position. Jungkook straddled Taehyung’s waist keeping a hold of his dick pressing the large head against his tight puckering asshole. Slowly he fell down on to the large appendage groaning at how good it felt to be filled up once again. You moved to straddle Taehyung’s face with your body facing Jungkook. Taehyung grabbed at your hips pulling you down onto his tongue flicking the pink muscle slowly up and down your pussy getting you wetter. Not wanting to tease too much Taehyung shoved his tongue deep into your pussy his hands helping you ride and grind your hips harshly against his face. Jungkook had his hands braced on Taehyung’s chest bouncing up and down on his dick taking him all the way with each snap of his hips. Taehyung bucked his hips up helping the male out. Jungkook leaned one hand forward to tangle in your hair bringing you forward for a heated kiss full of teeth and tongues. Your hand went down to wrap around his dick again stroking it quickly it earned you moans in your mouth as Jungkook was fucked and touched. Your hips ground harshly against Taehyung’s face the pleasure sweeping through your body as your thighs squeezed around his face but Taehyung didn’t care. Using his free hand, he moved his fingers up to your asshole pressing two inside of you without lube. The dryness hurt a bit but it was soon replaced by pleasure because you were used to anal play when it came to them.

Jungkook was starting to slam on Taehyung shaking from the pleasure he used his legs to pick him up and drop him down. You had to break the kiss to get out your cries of pleasure. Your heart was racing and you could hear the beating of it in your chest. Taehyung broke away from your pussy with great resistance to slap your ass.

“Jungkook- wait don’t cum yet.” He called out and you felt his fingers leave your asshole. You moved off him and Jungkook did the same pulling you down the bed towards him. He moved you to face Taehyung and you aligned yourself with his dick next, tapping the head of his shaft against your swollen clit. Soon you were teasing him grinding his length up and down your slit before you slid him inside of you. Leaning forward you paused wiggling your ass for Jungkook who slapped it and slammed inside of your asshole making sure you took all of him. Your body was filling so full and the most of pleasure you didn’t even think possible. Breathing deeply both males had stopped their hips and you knew what that meant. You started to pick yourself up and drop yourself down on their lengths together. Crying out for them your hands scratched down Taehyung’s chest as you took them both.

“Such a good fucking girl. Taking both dicks so well. Do you like how it feels to bounce on two cocks?” Jungkook asked pulling at your hair and you nodded your head looking up at him through watered eyes. “How much?” He asked moaning at how vulnerable you looked.

“I love everything about it. The burn and the pleasure. One dick alone is enough to make me see stars but two dicks fucking me is just like a cloud nine got high. I love both of your dick’s so much. I love being stretched out by you. I love when you both hold my hips down and fuck me so hard. I can’t even explain how much because it sounds like rambling and nonsense.” You admitted bouncing a bit harder on their lengths.

“Like this?” Taehyung asked referring to your question as he gripped onto your hips starting to slam you down as he thrust his hips upwards into your heat. He slammed you down on his and Jungkook’s dick and Jungkook followed suit slamming inside of you as well their balls touching as it smacked the space between your pussy and your asshole. You fell forward pressing your head on Taehyung’s chest crying out weakly. Your pussy was making lewd wet noises and you knew you were close. Jungkook reached his hand around to rub at your clit as he spilled his cum into your tight asshole letting his hips surge forward to bury his load inside of you. Your asshole and pussy tightened around them as your stomach clenched. The orgasm was creeping up on you, your body feeling the pleasure as you jerked your hips forward to ride Taehyung erratically. You came next with a loud cry of each name slumping forward as you continued to slam yourself down a few more times. Jungkook pulled out of you slowly and Taehyung tightened his grip on your hips slamming you down until he was milking you with his own cum. He held you down on top of him until he was sure everything was gone. You were gasping for air. The room feeling stuffy and sweaty the smell of sex lingering in the air. Jungkook lay beside Taehyung rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“What do you think Jungkook?” Taehyung asked after a few moments of silence and you peaked through your hair to peer at them both.

“I think she needs to work on her hips a little more.” Winking at you Jungkook picked you up off Taehyung’s length and slammed you lightly against the wall. “A round two and three should do the trick.”

thank you — p.p.

summary → there has never been a moment where peter’s words haven’t failed him whilst basking in your presence, so why should they form coherent sentences now?

word count → 3.5k

author’s note → did you guys forget that i write because honestly me 2

  Be it totally and completely out of the blue, you awaken one bright, blazing Tuesday morning in early November, brisk chill whipping through the air, and decide that later that night, when you see him somewhere that isn’t so public and academic like, you’re going to kiss Peter Benjamin Parker.  

  You’re not quite sure what brings it on, perhaps you should just leave it to the raging teenage hormones that the doctors and psychologists and guidance counselors blame everything on, but another part of you understands that this longing, yearning, to let yourself fall in love with your best friend is something far from foreign or new. This loving feels familiar to you, like coming back home after vacations far away and far too long, and it’s warmth in the way that burrowing under your blankets when the chill settles into your bones is. Boys like Peter demand to be adored, and they demand to be kissed as if never before. You’d be damned if you let such prime opportunities escape your grasp, or rather, your lips. 

  The hours in school glide by, which was, admittedly, utterly surprising. Typically, when you’re anticipating something later in the day, any hours before the event that is to transpire drag on as if you’re not impatient, as if you can wait all day without a complaint. But suddenly it’s last period, then two-thirty rolls around and you’re bounding over to your locker where your best friend awaits you, rocking slightly on the heels of his feet the way he has a tendency to do when he’s overexcited. This motion is arguably the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. Then again, anything Peter does, the simplest actions that bear no real relevancy, is something that you mark down in your head as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

   Peter glances around the halls, unable to see you through the mounds of students rushing hurriedly past him in order to relieve themselves of academia for the day as soon as possible. He pulls down the cuff of his sweater over his hands, then rethinks this and pushes them back up to his elbows. Blue looks nice on him. There are just these little things you tend to notice about him, silly things that only a person in love would pick up, and these tiny details, like the way the light catches in his eyes and the smiles he saves for certain people, make your heart bright and happy and whisper lovingly to him in a voice he can’t hear. The crowd disperses considerably enough, and you manage to fight your way through the remaining throng of people loitering in the hallway for no real reason- beyond frustrating, you think, but then Peter catches your eye and his already happy demeanor increases tenfold. With a beam that practically stretches out and reaches into your heart, seizing it carefully and determinedly, Peter ambles toward you, trying to appear more relaxed than he felt, and pushes himself into your personal space, as usual, by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. 

    “You’re in a good mood,” you note, because at this point in your relationship there’s no need for formal greetings, as he parades you out of the building after letting go of you long enough to allow you to gear up for the cold sweeping through the borough outside the walls of Midtown. He casts a glance your way, sideways but still joyous, then shrugs, nonchalant. “You’re just so happy to see me, aren’t you, Pete?” 

   You’re half joking and not expecting much until Peter gives you a little look, head tilted to the side and his eyebrows furrowed slightly like he can’t believe the question is something you don’t know the answer to. He gives your shoulder a squeeze. “You should know the answer to that by now!” He exclaims, mock disappointment in the head shake he gives you. “The answer is yes. We see each other for, like, two seconds at a lunch all day and that’s it. I’m deprived. I miss you.” 

  “We’re together right now,” you laugh, nudging into his side. 

   “Not enough. I see Ned twenty-four-seven, I need both of my best friends with me all day every day if I’m gonna survive the next two and a half years of high school.” Your heart sort of twitches again, your palms feel warm. He has that influence over you. Love is such a strange thing sometimes, impossible to decipher or make sense of, and then other times it feels like the simplest emotion in the world, easy and steady and everything. You’ll never know what to make of it. “I just miss you, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he jokes, rubbing your shoulder for a second before letting his hand dangle across the edge of your shoulder. You reach up to intertwine your fingers with his, the way you have millions of times before in the same seemingly intimate way, pretending as if you don’t know the sweet grin that the gesture elicits from him, staring adoringly at the profile of your face like he couldn’t possibly get enough of the view. 

   “Aw,” you coo, pinching his cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding his. Peter flinches away, his eyes squeezing shut and his cheeks pink. “I missed you, too, Pete. So, where are we off to today? Can we go traipse around SoHo? We haven’t been in ages and oh! Look, I see the A train, it’s on every corner, let’s go.” Before he realizes it, he’s being dragged down toward the steps of the subway, his complaints about constantly getting lost there falling upon deaf ears. 

   Much more than a mere few hours later, Peter is shaking his head as you laugh hysterically down the block leading to your apartment building. He has a feigned look of annoyance on his face as you talk, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Peter, we didn’t get lost that bad this time. Seriously, we made it to Union Square, which was right by the R train, then we took it to the mall and hopped on the M which we took to the F, ridiculously simple!” You exclaim, taking a sip from your bottle of water. “You’re acting as if we, like, walked around in a  circle for an hour.” 

   “Because that’s exactly what we did!” He replies, playfully punching you in the arm, but with a carefully light touch. Peter is, and has always been ever since it became a pressing issue, terribly aware of his enhanced strength and senses. He’s so nervous about accidentally hurting you when his intentions were to be playful that he does everything with extra caution now, barely letting himself touch you most of the time or even give a gentle squeeze of your hand. “We did walk in a a circle for an hour! And your phone died while you were trying to use Google Maps, it was pouring rain, you got so cold I had to give you my jacket which made me cold-”

  You interrupt him, “No one said you had to give me your jacket!” 

  He continues on his rant, pretending as if you haven’t spoken even though the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips beg to differ- “we couldn’t figure out where we were which is stupid since we’re supposed to be New Yorkers, then finally I said to just keep walking straight, which we did until we found Union Square due to pure dumb luck.” Peter watches you throw your head back and laugh, high in sound and utterly happy, and he shoves his hands deep in his pockets, a stupidly thrilled grin on his face, too. He hated that he couldn’t stop grinning; it was ridiculous and it hurt his cheeks and made his eyes squint so hard they ached once he was finally able to let his mouth rest. Oh, how his heart couldn’t stop hammering! He was so nervous he could hardly think straight. Peter Parker was drowning, suffocating, choking on these emotions that had been so far buried deep, deep within the recesses of his heart that he hardly knew what to do with them now that they were drifting to the surface like leaves on a pond. 

     You can feel his eyes on you, the soft and sweet, carefully watching gaze of Peter, and so you take the moment for your own. You’re standing in front of the door to the apartment building when you whip around toward him, and he goes in for the hug like he knows what you’re planning to do. Instead, you lean up, take his face in your hands and you note how cold his cheeks are as you avoid his surprised gaze. Then, you’re kissing him. You are kissing Peter Parker in the way you’ve never kissed anyone before; it’s hesitant, over too fast like it never even happened, but you kissed him and he knows you’ve just kissed him, but the thoughts flipping through his brain and the way his stomach is clenching doesn’t allow him to form coherent sentences that you can hear and comprehend. 

   Instead of kissing you again, instead of lifting you up in his arms and spinning you around the street and singing like a madman because the person of his dreams seems to want him right back, he stutters for five seconds. The only words that he can manage to say are, “Thank you,” before he turns back around and quite literally sprints down the block to his own apartment. 

   When he gets home he collapses on his bed, grunting a hello to May before he shoves his pillow over his face and screams into it, unabashed screaming that he drags out for two minutes. He pulls back, red cheeked and panting. He immediately rolls over to call Ned, begging him to come over immediately and no, Ned, he doesn’t care about the comic you’re in the middle of reading because this is an emergency damn it! 


   “You said thank you?” Ned says incredulously, thirty minutes later and trying not to burst into hysterics after what his best friend had just relayed to him. He can’t help himself, and as Peter hugs his pillow to his chest with a look similar to that of someone who is experiencing severe indigestion, Ned wheezes out a laugh held in for so long that it just goes on forever. Peter buries his face in the plush, comforting fabric, emitting a groan that continues for as long as Ned cackles. “Dude, you’re a mess. I can’t believe you said thank you. Who says thank you after being kissed? For the first time? By someone you’ve been dying to kiss for the past, like, three years?” Ned is practically crying by the time Peter  launches his pillow at his so called best friend, resting his fists against his cheeks and letting a pout befall his lips. 

   “Ned,” Peter whines, brown eyes pleading. “I need help. I said thank you! I hate myself, I shouldn’t be allowed to be kissed ever again. I’m… I’m so stupid. I said thank you! To Y/N! Y/N! Of all people! Thank you! Thank you.” He repeats the phrase with a sad, small shake of his head and lies back down on his bed. Ned stretches out across the top bunk, Peter can hear the old bed creak, and they both let out a sigh. “What should I do, man? Do you think Y/N hates me?” 

   Ned is quiet for a moment. “Right now? Y/N definitely hates you right now. I’m not even saying that to be mean, I’m saying that as your best friend. You said thank you.”  

  “I know,” he says, miserable and pathetic and contemplating what sort of injuries he might hypothetically sustain if he attempted a backflip off the edge of the Empire State Building. 


   “He said thank you?” Michelle Jones doesn’t even bother to wait, to even offer a dash of fake but well meant sympathy, before she erupts into hysterics, laughing so terribly hard that she nearly rolls off your twin bed. You stare at her, stone faced, unamused, as she continues her awful wheezing laughter that she has no intention of halting any time soon. “Oh my god, oh my god, I have to-” MJ abruptly stands up, stifling her laughter behind her hand as she leaves your bedroom, then closes the door behind her and starts laughing again. It’s loud, practically deafening, mostly because the laughter feels so mocking and smothering in lieu of recent events that had occurred less than an hour ago. You sigh, hugging your pillow even tighter to your chest as you wait for your so called best friend to return from her stint in the hallway. 

   “Oh, are you done now? Thanks,” you snap, shifting over on the bed to make room for her to clamor back on. “I can’t believe you. I’m having a crisis and you leave to go laugh at me in the hallway. What sort of friend are you, MJ?” 

   She shrugs, the ghost of a hilariously mocking grin still playing at her mouth. “The friend who tells it like it is.” 

   You huff, lying down on the bed and staring up at the glow in the dark stars you had stuck up there when you were fourteen, the July before you started high school. You put them up with Peter, and it was late and hot and your palms were sticky with sweat that sometimes wonder was due to the heat of the summer or the boy sitting next to you in your room, on your tiny bed, rambling on about the rings that Jupiter had, because yes Jupiter has rings, and the reasons as to why stars emit light. Peter was always there, never wavering in his loyalties, your most beloved friend, the boy who promised over and over again that he’d be there for you no matter what. He was Peter, and you loved Peter, and if Peter didn’t love you back that would be just fine- you just wanted to know sooner rather than later. “What should I do? Is he, like, repulsed by me? Why would you let me kiss him, Michelle?” 

   “Uh, excuse me, I didn’t even know you were planning on planting a big one on Peter Parker, so any blame cast on me is henceforth cancelled. Got that? Good,” Michelle brushes her hair out of her eyes, that intense look appearing on her already intense face. “First of all, that loser is physically incapable of being repulsed by you. I’m just telling you that right now before you go off on a stupid tangent about whether or not he hates you. That’s final. Next, he’s never been kissed before! He was definitely overwhelmed, probably freaking out inside, didn’t know what to do, and that was the first thing that popped into his head and he ran with it and then he ran away. Understandable. Finally, boys are just stupid. All of them. They’re all complete morons, and-” 

   “Okay, Michelle, the idiotic tendencies of people who identify as a male is a riveting debate that we enjoy quite frequently, but tonight I think I’m done talking boys. I’m going to just… let things happen as they should? If Peter likes me, he’ll tell me, and that’ll be that. I just won’t bring up the kiss. I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen.” With a satisfied nod, MJ pats your head, then, for a split second, snorts under her breath again. 

  She holds her hands up defensively, exclaiming, “He still said thank you! He’s never living this shit down!”


    The next day at school, Peter is prepared and ready for the conversation he anticipates is going to happen. He is ready to be understanding if you yell at him for being a complete and utter ass after you kissed him, he’s ready to spill his bottled up feelings all over the linoleum floor if that’s what it takes for you to believe that the kiss was the best thing he’s ever experienced, ever would experience, and he’s ready for the beginning of everything he’s ever dreamt of, but none of that comes. At least, not immediately, not in the way he expected. 

   The boy has always thought himself a patient person, but in the months that have passed he’s realized that under no circumstances is he okay with waiting. He’s impatient and annoyed at everyone and everything that comes his way that isn’t you, and then he’s annoyed at you for not appearing to him and acknowledging that you kissed him on the front steps of your apartment building with a fervor that could only be identified as the crashing, burning, raging, bursting power of pent up emotion. He knows he has hardly any classes with you, so there’s no conceivable way you could have an in depth discussion of your relationship status as of this very moment, but still. He’d appreciate a gesture of some kind. And then, after this thought pops into his head, he wonders if he should be the one to make the gesture. 

   Prompt with following his instincts, he sets off to find you before you can avoid him at lunch like he knows you will. He stands by your locker, leaning against the cool metal frame, waiting for you to make an appearance. He sees you first, and by now this is simply rote for him. You don’t have time to even attempt to duck out of his way; Peter is determined, stubborn, and he won’t lose out on his chance by allowing you to go on ignoring him. Even if you don’t want a relationship, a decision he’ll respect wholeheartedly, he flat out refuses to even entertain the idea of no longer having you as his best friend, as his other kind of love. He takes your hand, silent begging scrawled across the weakened, anxious smile he gives you. He leads you toward the front of the school, around a bend of empty lockers, and takes a step back. 

   Neither of you really look at each other until he says, unexpectedly, “You kissed me!” It’s almost accusatory, the way he says it, and, affronted, you look back up at him in alarm.  

   “And you said thank you!” You retort, eyes narrowed. “Who says that!” The entire reason you’ve been avoiding him was to avoid this discussion. It was making you feel feverish. Peter had always made you nervous, it was painfully obvious, but this was so much different than just incessant butterflies in your stomach. This was a post-kiss conversation, and you hardly knew what to say to him other than repeating the previous query of, “Seriously, who tells someone thank you after they’ve just kissed you!”

   The question is rhetorical, so he ignores it. That, and because he’s already embarrassed enough by his tactless reply. He waves his hands around aggressively. “I know! I know I did! I didn’t mean to! You scared me!” 

   “Wow, thanks.” 

   “I didn’t mean it like that! You’re not scary, you’re like a baby deer, a fawn, you’re so cute and non-intimidating, I didn’t mean that you were scary I meant that I’ve never been kissed and being kissed by the person you have a crush on is a scary thing especially when it comes out of nowhere so I’m sorry that I said thank you but I just didn’t- my brain doesn’t work sometimes, okay!” Peter runs his hands through his hair. One curl flips down, curling over his forehead in a stupidly cute way.

   “Peter, you literally drive me up the wall, sometimes.” You shake your head, give a sigh, take two steps forward so that you’re so much closer to him than you were before even though two steps shouldn’t feel like you’re closing the widest gap in history. “Should I not have kissed you?” 

   His pretty brown eyes go wide. “Did you not hear the part where I called you cute? And the part where I said I have a crush on you? Do you have selective hearing? Work with me here,” he pleads, taking holding of your shoulders and giving the gentlest shake he can manage. 

   “So, kissing is a yes, then?” You press, just to make sure, just to tease him a little because you can see the way he grows more and more flustered each time you act like you have no idea what he’s talking about. He closes his eyes. There’s a deep inhalation while you stand there waiting for him, and when he kisses you, you’re the one taken by surprise, hands frozen in midair as he lets his lips move from yours in this painfully slow way you’re almost sure he’s taunting you with. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to the punch. 

  “I swear, if you ruin this moment and say it-” 

  “Thank you, Peter.” 

  “I think we’re going to have to break up before we’re even together. You blew it, Y/N. Good work.” 

  “Aw, c’mon! It’ll be our thing.”

  “No.”

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Tiefling Boyfriend

A wonderful commissiong bought by @wolfsbayne4995 for their friend of their half tiefling oc. I had fun writing a playboy type. I’m surprised I hadn’t before.  

 You had heard stories from several people. Rumors really, but you wanted to investigate it for yourself. There was a bar near the edge of the village where, supposedly, there was a man who frequented the bar. There were tales of his conquests and sexual exploits. But the one people seemed to whisper the most about was that, after sleeping with him, one tended to find their true love.

   If you had to be honest with yourself, you weren’t so much as looking for love as you were trying to forget it. You had just gone through a rather painful breakup and if this led to love again that was fine. You just needed even one night of passion to make the ache stop hurting.

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4 O’Clock || pjm

TREAT

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Summary: Your roommate keeps bringing boys over and you have thin walls. but that gives you a good excuse to go nap in your crush’s dorm.

Genre: fluff, college au

Length: 0.9k

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMIN!! also i totally didnt write a thing because i knew this would be the perfect gif nope

Originally posted by herthealbum

Mornings were Jimin’s favourite time of the day, the morning chorus would begin with a few birds at first, always singing a new tune with a sky streaked with pinks and purples as a background. But all of it was broken when he heard the door to his dorm slam open, turning in alarm to watch you rush in with your cheeks a dark shade of red.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked turning on his balcony to face you with his arms crossed, the thin white curtains fluttered slightly in the wind and Jimin tried to suppress any feelings of happiness form showing on his face as he tried to make you explain the reason why you had barged into his dorm so early.

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I wanna take everything bad and harmful away from you and replace it with ice cream and an absurd number of movies and dogs and watching the sunset with your head in my lap and just the softest littlest things that make you smile