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Good Girl (M)

Plot: Good girls always had a bad side to them, and some people just brought that out – whether it be a shitty dorm mate or her boyfriend.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, slight angst(?), highschool au!

Warnings: Being blessed by the Jungcock, cheating, oral (giving), praising, implied masturbation

Notes: I hope this smut will make up how slow I’m becoming. I can’t help it because exams. And I can’t believe It hit 140+ followers???? What the heck???? How?? Thank you so much. I feel so great about that. 2,042 Words

Originally posted by jeonify

You were probably one of the most angelic people in your year. You were always kind, got good grades, did your homework – it was a shame you were stuck with a bitch as a roommate. Kim Jenna was always out partying, high-key manipulative, and just got around a lot. 

It was a surprise people actually liked her more than you.

Maybe it was because she was prettier, You pondered sometimes. Maybe it was because she actually talked to everyone, and didn’t just sit alone during lunch. Insecurity was probably the bane of your existence when you were around Jenna, especially since she teased you.

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Post-Kerberos! Matt HC

★ When the rebellion group helped him escape, he just ended up sticking with them and eventually became one of the best fighters there???

★ He doesn’t have any idea where his dad is, but scavenges through old Galran tech to hopefully find out.

★ The group is pretty much amazed by humans and low-key terrified of them bc of Matt 

★ He dislocated his shoulder once and the group was like, “it’s horrible to see another one go,,,,” and Matt was just like “???? i can put it back in place????” 

  • Matt: Guys,,,,stop crying,,,,this can be fixed,,,,,
  • Rebellion leader: i saw a dear friend die bc of that, there is no survival
  • Matt: *silently puts in back in place*

★ He has a scar over his right eye bc of the Galra

★ The Galra also found out he needed glasses and basically went, “well we can’t have The Champions friend like this!” and injected some weird shit into his eyes. Matt no longer needs glasses, but his eyes change colors depending on his mood and who he’s talking too

★ Matt, talking to keith as his eyes turn red: And so– why the fuck are you pulling out your sword?

Keith, seeing Matt’s eyes turning yellow as he talks to Hunk: “Uhm guys? Are we sure that Matt isn’t Galra?”

  • “I am right here”

★ When he first heard of Voltron his main thought was, “Well that sounds lit” but when he hears that ‘The Champion’ aka Shiro is their leader, he immediately turns into that Mr.Krabs meme

★ Somehow some people find a picture of the paladins and everybody is just “???? the tiny one resembles matt”

★ Matt automatically realizes it’s Katie and that the red paladin is Keith and just,,,screams for roughly 5 hrs

★ Why is everyone he knows up in space? He has no fucking clue but w/e

★ Makes it a personal mission to track down Voltron for himself and the rebellion

★ They end up showing up eventually to make allies

★ The Paladins talk to some civilians first, so Allura and Coran meet up with the Rebellion leader

  • “Number 5?! How’d you get here so quickly??” “Funny story actually,,,”
  • The real Pidge shows up like 0.5 seconds later
  • Pidge//Katie, tearfully: “MATT”
  • Matt, nearly sobbing: Oh shit waddup

★ Keith screams at him for a solid 10 minutes before tearing up

  • “It’s okay. I know you’re gay and texan already, Keith”
  • “I fucking hate you”

★ There’s a tie between whether Pidge or Shiro cried more

★ Allura: I’m princess Allura and you are?
    Matt:
single and willing–i meAN MATT

 ★ **Takes in Katie’s appearance** “Well, one of us is going to have to change”

★ **Inspecting Shiro’s arm** “Yo, your weapon is just a bitch slap”

★ “,,,,,you guys do realize Allura just picked your lions off of your clothes right???” “No she–holy shit”

★ “whY DON’T YOUR LIONS HAVE SEAT BELTS?! YOU’RE GONNA DIE AT 6 SHIRO”

  • He essentially spends his time pointing out problems with basically everything tbh

★ “Why does Voltron represent the olympic rings??”

★ He realizes Keith has a crush on Lance in like a couple of days

  • “weLL I HEARD YOU GOT A SPECIAL SOMEONE ON THE SIDE, KEITH”
  • “Listen here, you piece of shit”

★ Slowly comes to the realization that he likes both Shiro and Allura

  • “Coran have you ever heard of a pickle?”

★ He helps Coran around the castle and stuff

  • “And this is the Teludav” “Y’all have fucking teletubbies here?”

★ Him and Hunk team up to annoy Shiro and Lance with puns

  • “I’m just over the moon with excitement”
  • “Aren’t you glad i’m not lion in the cold depths of space??”

★ Him and Slav get along pretty well

  • Shiro hates it

★ “In this timeline, there is a 42% chance of you getting together with the two of them.” “Thanks buddy”

★ “Why did you choose five kids to defend the universe there’s so many ways this could go wrong”

★ Him and Hunk set up the lions to play “What’s new pussycat?” 7 times with one “It’s not unusual” before resuming ‘What’s new pussycat?’

  • “For years, scientist have wondered if you can make 3 teens, 1 adult, and 3 aliens weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’ “It’s not unusual”.”

★ Lance is amazed by how smooth his skin is

  • Like, you’ve been in space for 2 years???? And majority of that was with the Galra??? Tell me your secret

★ Everyone figures out Matt’s crush on both Allura and Shiro and try to get them together

  • One plan consisted of a rock, 15 cups of nunvil, and a very upset bounty group.

★ Matt actually likes nunvil

★ The Lions all take a liking to him and everyone would be salty, but he looks adorable when he talks to them so they deal with it

★ Pidge voice: I’ve banned Hunk because he kept messing with my shit but now—
    Matt voice: yO I GOT MARIO KART RUNNING ON THIS

★ He appreciates the fact that Hunk points out all the weird shit that’s going on while everyone else just accepts it

★ “Do you think i could install the internet to my mind?”
★ **sees all the upgrades Pidge added to Green** “yO—YO!”

★ Anytime Shiro or Allura do anything remotely romantic to him, ‘What the heck i gotta do’ starts blasting from the Green Lion

★  Allura called his ears cute once, and nobody saw him for 6 hrs until Lance found him frantically grabbing Altean romance novels while whispering, “what does it mean?!”

★ They go to a planet where it’s considered normal to have more than one partner

  • Coran convinces the newly dubbed “Poly triangle” to pretend they’re actually dating for reasons unknown
  • They pull it off so well that the Aliens eventually ask when they’re gonna get married
  • Everyone had vastly different reactions

★ “You guys are fighting Zarkon right? Why don’t you just turn him Zarkoff?”

★ Hunk voice: Um, guys, what are those things?
    Obviously annoyed Matt voice: Aliens. 
    Different ranges of offended Allura, Coran and Keith voices: Excuse me?

★ “I’m fucking tired. beam me up, Scotty”

★ Keith, kneeling down on one knee: “Matt, Allura, will you do me the honor of marrying my stupid brother?”

★ “Voltron? More like Dabtron.”

  • “How do I return a brother?”

★ “caTCH THESE GAY HANDS ZARKON”

★ Tried to convince Shiro to let him Pidge and Hunk install a laser gun sound effect or the lightsaber noise to his arm

★ Once, he finally found the courage to tell Shiro and Allura that he liked them but they mistook it as him saying he enjoyed their company or smth along those lines

  • He tried to throw himself out the airlock afterwards

★ Lotor eventually shows up and everyone is tense bc he’s shown interest in the Blue Lion

★ Lotor sees Matt, and just pushes Lance out of the way: Hello there ;)

  • Everyone pretends not to notice Shiro’s eye twitch and Allura breaking the weapon she was holding
  • Lance was offended at first but seeing their reactions made it worth it

★ Matt is oblvious to Lotor’s attempts though

  • Everytime he gets close, Matt just assumes it’s some weird galra thing

★ “Raindrops on roses, Allura’s white hair, Shiro’s back muscles and Allura’s eyes. These two could probably kick his ass and they’re a few of Matt’s favorite things”

★ Obviously exasperated Pidge voice: You guys just need to bone
    Stern Matt voice: What did you say?
    Pleading Hunk voice: Please don’t say it again
    Not Caring Pidge voice: I said you guys need to bone
    Shocked, Furious Matt voice: B O N E!?

★ They visit a planet with very tall aliens and of course shenanigans ensure

★ Keith voice: Y’know Allura, Shiro, you should probably hold Matt’s hand, so he can’t get lost everyone around here is pretty tall

  • **Disappointed, obviously knows what you’re doing Shiro Glare**
  • Completely oblivious, already grabbing Matt’s hand Allura voice: Of course! We wouldn’t want that!”
  • **Undignified, silent squeal from Matt**

★ Hunk voice: The stars sure are beautiful tonight
    Lance voice: Y’know what else is beautiful?
    Pidge and Keith voices: A loving relationship between Matt, Shiro and Allura

★ Eventually, the time comes where there’s a serious fight that both Shiro and Allura have to go through alone, and Matt freaks tf out and terribly confesses to the both of them:

  • “Okay, listen tf up. I can’t do that dramatic thing where I pull you down and kiss you and say, ‘Come back to me’ since there’s two of you. But I will say that I love you both, and if you dont come back i’m taking out the entire Galran Empire myself”

★ Allura and Shiro are both shocked but Matt is already fast walking away so they can’t say anything

  • They come back and make a beeline for him
  • “LISTNE IVE KNOWN HIM LONGER PRINCESS”
  • “I QUIZNAKING SAVED YOUR BUTT BACK THERE I GET TO KISS HIM FIRST”
  • Allura makes it to him first

★ Keith cries, Pidge and Hunk pull out a confetti cannon they made for this occasion, Lance falls to his knees in victory, Coran pulls out a cake. Everything is good in the Universe.


[Read Part One// Pre! Kerberos! Matt HC here!]

Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part One.

hey guys, so this is going to be an ArchiexReader! mini fanfic, probably with two or three parts! This was a prompt sent in by @sweetvengeancee so hopefully it does it justice haha. Part one is basically setting up the storyline :) If you’d like to be added to the taglist, please hit me up, and also send me some feedback in my ask! :)

Summary: (Y/N) and the others go camping, which leads to Archie and (Y/N) sharing a tent for a night ;)

Warnings: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN SMUT. There are hints of smut in this part, but please be warned, that the second part will definitely be smutty. Could I say smut any more? Yes, yes I could.

PART TWO HERE.

Originally posted by capturingfandoms


PART ONE.

The sky was an inky, midnight blue with tiny pin-pricks of bright white. The chill in the air was evident by the visible clouds of our breath that enveloped our faces. We sat around the small campfire that Betty had expertly lit, and the smell of toasted marshmallows wafted through the air.

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Understanding Elizabeth Midford

So. I don’t usually involve myself in petty fandom feuds but HOLY. SHIT. This is pissing me off. We’ve gone through 100+ chapters and people STILL don’t understand Lizzy’s character? They manage to rationalize Kuroshitsuji enough that they give Sebastian feelings even though he’s a hungry demon who made a pact with a 10 year old boy because he sensed his soul was broken, desperate, and malleable to more further corruption. They manage to do all this for a DEMON but can’t find it in their hearts to apply that analytical mindset to a darling 14 year old girl whose human emotions drive her every decision?

“She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

“She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

“She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

“Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who does that! RUDE.”

So in an attempt to bring some basic level of cognition into these…“arguments” I’m going to go through them one by one and you can disagree if you like. But please refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. 


1. “She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

Elizabeth Midford is, by far, the LEAST selfish person in the whole damn manga. This girl spent most of her childhood loathing the physical strength she possessed because the person she loved didn’t like it. She chose to shoulder her anguish by HERSELF because she didn’t want to burden Ciel (or her brother or her mother or her father) with her personal worries.

Lizzy is also incredibly aware that things can NEVER go back to the way they were. She expresses this concern to Sebastian when she admits that she wishes Ciel would talk to her more and that the only reason she overdoes her cuteness is because she wants to see Ciel smile. Why are comedians so outlandish and over-the-top? Because they want to see their audience laugh. Lizzy took that mindset and applied it to her goal of cheering Ciel up. Furthermore, the Easter egg chapter proved ONCE AND FOR ALL that Lizzy is perfectly aware of the change that’s occurred within Ciel—that he’s no longer the happy, smiling boy of years past.

Lizzy KNEW Ciel didn’t remember why the egg was nostalgic and if she was really selfish, she would’ve thrown a fit—had a full on temper tantrum then and there but instead, what does she do? She outwits the game master himself. Lizzy sets up an Easter egg hunt that she made up completely off the cuff, wears a happy smile throughout the entire event, and when Ciel hands her the egg what does Lizzy do? She laughs and wishes that the egg would bring CIEL lots of happiness. HOW IS SHE SELFISH? HOW. Selfish would be throwing a tantrum because Ciel didn’t remember the way things used to be. Selfish would be bringing up the past EVERY FRIGGIN SECOND. Selfish would be forcing Ciel to comply to the shared etiquette of their past.

Instead, Lizzy is SELFLESS. Instead of throwing a tantrum, Lizzy wishes Ciel happiness. Instead of bringing up the past, Lizzy tries to ignore it because she knows it makes Ciel uncomfortable—that’s why she’s never asked him about “that month” even though she desperately wants to know what’s happened to the boy she loves. And instead of forcing Ciel to behave the way he used to (sweet, sympathetic, loving), Lizzy is learning to accept him for who he is now—how many times has Ciel ignored her? How many times has Ciel left the country without telling her? How many times has Ciel purposely hidden things from Lizzy and then disregarded her concern with a wave of his hand? Lizzy is learning to accept this new Ciel—this closed off, distant Ciel because she KNOWS something terrible must have happened to him. Because instead of crying and whining like she did at the beginning of Black Butler when Ciel refused to take off his ring, Lizzy has learned to ACCEPT. And that, my dears, is called character development—something Ciel hasn’t undergone since the beginning of this manga.


2. “She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

There is NOTHING about Ciel that Lizzy is trying to change. If anything, it’s Sebastian who’s always prodding and provoking Ciel to become darker—more cruel, less empathetic, and more focused on getting his revenge. She threw a party for Ciel at the beginning of the manga because she thought that might make him smile—fun colors, fine music, seeing Bard and Finny crossdressing…heck, even Ciel took a page from Lizzy’s book when he dressed the F5! It probably took Lizzy HOURS to choose Ciel’s outfit, decorate the mansion, coordinate the whole event and it probably hurt like hell to see Ciel dismiss all her hard work so casually.

As a reader, it’s easy for us to say “HELLO. Doesn’t she know? He was abused and tortured by the cultists! He made a deal with the devil to escape that wretched place, how could this dumb broad think a simple party would cheer him up?!”

And the answer is…Lizzy has NO IDEA what happened to Ciel. (Hindsight is a gift, ain’t it?) She has no idea that he became so desperate to escape the cult that he sold his soul to a starving demon. Lizzy is does not know what Ciel went through and this boy is doing his damnedest to make sure Lizzy never knows. Because he wants to keep her pure, ignorant, and encased in light.

People always point to the party chapter as Lizzy trying to “change” Ciel but all she wanted was to put a smile on his face. She even admits that she overdoes it at times but everything she’s done comes from a good place. Everyone wants to see their loved ones happy and Ciel is the boy Lizzy loves best of all—of course she’s going to try everything under the sun to try and put a little smile on his face.

And Lizzy DOES understand Ciel, to the best of her ability. She’s never once asked Ciel (or Sebastian) about his time in the cult. She uses games to figure out Ciel’s secrets. (Ex: Easter egg hunt—this is where Lizzy knew Ciel was only pretending to remember their Easter tradition and where Lizzy’s suspicions were confirmed—something life changing and drastic DID happen to Ciel during “that month.”) She doesn’t force Ciel to take her to public events because, let’s face it—as the only daughter to a high ranking marquess that serves directly under the queen, Lizzy’s bound to be invited to dozens of soirees a week. And as a gentlewoman of the aristocracy, Lizzy’s going to need an escort. In Victorian times, it was typical that the fiancé escort his bride-to-be but here is Lizzy—sweet, traditional Lizzy—ignoring precedent because she KNOWS Ciel dislikes social events. (Keep in mind, this is information being pieced together by a 14 year old girl who’s been taught to be an “unknowing angel.”)

Elizabeth understands the change that’s come over Ciel, knows that he won’t be interested in the same things he was interested in before. But in spite of Ciel shutting her out, in spite of Sebastian’s constant presence, Lizzy is still working her hardest to try and bring some happiness to Ciel’s life because she loves him. She loves him so much that Bravat was able to take Lizzy’s desperation and devotion and use it against her.

Let’s not forget—the reason Lizzy continued seeing Bravat was because she thought he could help her make Ciel happy.


3. “She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

I think this is the most common excuse people use to not like Lizzy. They critique her high levels of energy (even though Finny and Soma are equally vivacious), her love for beautiful things (even though Ciel is probably the vainest little boy in the whole of London, England), and the fact that she “doesn’t understand” Ciel (counterargument already presented above).

You know, in a lot of ways I see Lizzy as a Scarlett O’Hara figure—strong, determined, unflinching in the face of danger. But also very, very misunderstood. Lizzy only behaves with an exorbitant amount of energy because she wants to make Ciel happy —to bring some sunlight into his gloomy, pessimistic world. The end results are not always successful but the intention behind Lizzy’s every action is pure—as pure as Soma’s decision to help Ciel simply because he saw him as a friend. Lizzy puts on a vaudeville for Ciel in a misguided attempt to help him heal and move on from whatever is tormenting him.


4. “Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who doesn’t that! RUDE.”

Black Butler is told from the perspectives of Ciel and Sebastian. We only get brief glimpses into Lizzy’s psyche so it’s impossible for us to codify her completely. What I do know is that some people out there will always hate on Lizzy—whether it’s because they dislike her voice (well that’s her VA’s fault, not Lizzy’s) or because Lizzy “gets in the way” of someone’s ship. I’m not here to reason with those who refuse to be reasoned with. This is me expressing my adoration for a flawed, misguided, but pure of heart character whose unconditional love for a changed, callous boy makes me admire her all the more.

Oddly enough, people seem to relate “understanding” a person to “knowing exactly what happened to them to make them this way.” And to me, this is really giving Lizzy an unfair shake. By this definition, Lizzy could never understand Ciel because she doesn’t know what happened to him in that one month that’s made him the way he is (reason: he flat out didn’t tell her and uses every opportunity to prevent her from finding out. Ciel is so concerned about protecting Elizabeth’s goodness/light/purity that on the Campania, when Sebastian was slaughtering all those Bizarre Dolls, Ciel shielded Lizzy from seeing the carnage because he wants her to remain innocent and unaware). To quote Albert Einstein, “Any fool can know. The point is to understand.

I think Lizzy understands Ciel—she can sense the pain, the resignation, the drive towards something greater that Ciel is working towards. This is best exemplified in an early chapter (after Ciel’s fallen asleep and Sebastian is serving her tea) where Lizzy expresses sorrow that Ciel won’t tell her anything. Sebastian comforts Lizzy by telling her that while “It’s a difficult question for me as a butler…[I can tell you] one thing…He [Ciel] was able to spend a nice, free day with everyone.” To which Lizzy retorts that she wishes she could believe that. Elizabeth may not know what happened to Ciel during that month, but she understands.

This then brings me to my next and final point—people wanting Lizzy to “accept” the situation by stepping aside and leaving the manga. Well, to quote Michael J. Fox: “Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there’s got to be a way through it.” — And this is exactly what Lizzy’s doing. She’s fighting for a way to help Ciel, to help him move on, to do anything that might benefit it. Lizzy’s accepted the situation but she’s certainly not resigned for it—Lizzy’s a fighter, and she’ll continue fighting for the boy she loves until the very end.


Further discussion is encouraged. But, please remember: refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. I am not disparaging other characters or ships—I merely ask that you don’t refer to those “did you know” blog posts that’s caused so much strife in the Black Butler fandom. Thank you.

The Only Exception (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes

A/N: Okay, so I saw a movie a long long time ago that was terrible, but it inspired the ‘bad’’ love advice and the firemen. I’ve been dying to have fireman!Bucky in one of my AUs.

And yes, the title comes from the Paramore song. I felt like it’s how reader feels throughout. Hope you guys like it. I had some writer’s block, and some house guests, so this is a little late being posted.

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Originally posted by 8bit-arc-reactor

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Pool Fun: Part 1 (Peter x reader)

Good afternoon lovelies! I hope you’re all having a wonderful Thursday. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be on tumblr basically all day long, so feel free to hit me up, or drop off some requests in my inbox! I’ll need to keep myself busy. Enjoy this cute Peter one shot xoxo

Request: hii good morning, lovely! may i request for a peter X reader where they’re alone on a cool night by the glowing sparkling pool and the reader steps out in her bathing suit and peter literally goes in awe and play around in the pool for a while and then well, they make out lovingly and addictively in the pool? thank you xoxo

Warnings: Peter just gets a little handsy. 

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It had been one hell of a long day. You and Peter had had an extremely rough training day with Steve and both of you were exhausted. Being the two kids, and also being the newest additions to the Avengers, Steve was the hardest on you both. He always paired you up with the top dogs like Nat, or Bucky, knowing you would lose. The thing was that he did this to prepare you for situations like this because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today was probably the worst of the training sessions. You had to fight both Nat and Bucky, a two on one. The only ground rule during this match was that no blood was to be drawn, but that didn’t mean they could bruise you up pretty good. Within the first seven minutes you were already taking blows to the gut, falling to your knees on the floor. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t too proud of your performance. 

You had agreed to meet Peter at the pool to cool off. When you looked out your bedroom window in the Avengers Tower, you could see his figure already swimming in the pool a few stories below you. You had on your favorite bikini and threw on an old band t-shirt over it. As you made your way downstairs, you grabbed a towel and walked out onto the terrace. Peter was settled on the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched to either side of him, and his head propped up against the ledge. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t realize you were coming till he heard the sliding door close. When he opened his eyes, he saw you taking off your shirt, revealing your beautiful figure. He gaped at you, admiring every curve on your body. 

“I see you staring, Peter Parker.” You smirked at him as you tossed your towel on one of the lounge chairs. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and despite the cold water, a shade of red crept up on his face. You walked towards him and stepped into the pool, eyeing him mischievously. The two of you had been flirting back and forth for who knows how long, but neither of you went beyond that. You settled down opposite of him, and closed your eyes. 

“F/N, why do you have to drive me so crazy?” Peter was trying to be as stern as he could, but failed. His attempt made you giggle. 

“That’s the fun in it. I gotta leave you wanting more, don’t I?” You made the snark comment, trying to hold back your grin. He puckered his lips in frustration and focused his gaze on the stars. When he wasn’t paying attention, you swiped a wave of water in his direction, spraying his face. 

“What the heck was that for?” Peter chuckled, releasing himself from the pool’s edge. 

“Hmm, I just felt like it.” You opened your eyes, and winked at the flustered teenager. 

“Well, you’re gonna pay for that. C’mere!” He launched himself towards you, but you quickly moved out of the way, swimming to the other side of the pool. You propelled yourself forward, but Peter quickly caught up to you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you underwater. You yelped, your face submerging in the pool. He was treading the water next to you and you returned his kind gesture by pulling him down next to you. You came up for air, and a couple seconds later his head bobbed up next to yours. As if it weren’t enough, the two of you splashed each other, the wind carrying you laughter around the open air. When both of you were finally tired out, you pulled your wet bodies out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting your lower legs dangle into the water. Silence passed over the two of you, and you found yourself trying to catch glimpses of Peter’s face. 

“I see you staring, F/N L/N.” He smirked, turning his head towards yours. You rolled your eyes and nonchalantly moved closer to him. He picked up on this and snaked his arm around your waist, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You yearned for his touch. It was addicting. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. Your gaze flitted between his sparkling eyes and his lush lips, a war inside of you raging as you debated whether or not to make a move. You slightly parted your lips, begging him to lean in. He took the opportunity and pulled your body against his, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips fit perfectly in between his and he tasted of cherry chapstick. You deepened the kiss, throwing one of your legs over his body, so that you were now straddling his hips. Your fingers weaved through his hair, and you slightly tugged on it, earning a slight moan from Peter. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips before diving into another hot kiss. You took in a breath, and Peter seized the moment, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You didn’t fight him for dominance, you let him win. His hands ran up the sides of your body, then went down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pulled away for a second, staring into his wanting eyes. He smirked, knowing he had finally got what he had been wanting for ages. He wanted you. Your lips collided again and his hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a squeeze. Your wet bathing suit dropped water droplets at the action, and it cooled your heating bodies. 

“Mm, don’t get too handsy, Parker.” You said under your breath, trying to catch it. Being the tease you were, you removed yourself from his lap and grabbed your towel. Your rubbed your scalp with it, trying to stop your hair from dripping water everywhere. Peter gawked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were leaving him like this. He wanted you so bad, but you weren’t letting him have it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you gave him a smug look as you walked back towards the doors. You swayed your hips and tossed your hair to the side, giving him one last smirk before slipping back to your room. 

“Keep it up Parker, I’d like to see more of you sometime.” 


I hoped you enjoyed this Peter Parker one shot! I hoped you liked it too, anon. I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you all for sticking around my blog, I love you all. I’ll have the next chapter of “There” posted tonight. I never realized how much I love writing Peter fics. I hope I get to do more! Have a wonderful day, xoxo

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13 Going on 30 (Part 1)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 2,186. 

A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D

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Attention (M)

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting

Requested by: @sehuns-bubble-txe

Request: Based on the song Attention by Charlie Puth

References to lyrics are in bold

Genre: Angst/Smut

Member: Sehun

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You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t want to say anything about it. You’ve always hated confrontation and had felt awkward when you had to have an important conversation about something. All these years and you haven’t changed.

You had thought that you were getting better with your problem of confrontation, but that didn’t seem to be the case right now. To be fair, you weren’t sure if confrontation was the thing that you were afraid of. Maybe it was that you were more afraid of what the problem actually turned out to be and if you were the cause of it.

You noticed how Sehun started acting indifferent towards you. He just didn’t seem interested in what you had to say, in what you were doing… or you in general.

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Princess

Peter Hale x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.

Word Count: 1560


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whatrparks  asked:

Heyyy! Love your blog, I've read possibly every fic under the "accidental relationship" and "pining" tags and was wondering if you could update one of them? much love to you people

I did the pining update yesterday and here’s the accidental relationship one. - Anastasia

Originally posted by edigarledezma

Diamond Side Down by hazelandglasz

(1/1 I 659 I Not Rated I Allydia)

Prompt 24- Accidental marriage

put a ring on it. by doctorkaitlyn

(1/1 I 1,120 I General I Sterek)

Stiles wakes up with a mouthful of dirt.

Werewolves + Alcohol = Married? by audrey1nd, RsCreighton

(1/1 I 1,260 I Teen I Stiles/Isaac)

What do you do when you wake up in bed next to your least favorite wolf and find that you got married the night before at your best friend’s bachelor party?

On the Other Shore by Strangeredlantern, Vague_Shadows

(1/? I 1,765 I General I Isaac/Stiles)

Stiles and Isaac have started building a life together with Eloise, but they still have a lot to work through.  

That’s What I Get For Waking Up In Vegas by dontletyourheartdistractyou

(1/1 I 2,821 I Mature I Erica/Malia/Allison/Lydia)

“This is so much like the Katy Perry song,” she groaned, throwing a hand over her forehead.

“Really?” Derek asked. “I was thinking of the Ashton Kutcher movie.”

(In which Erica Reyes accidentally marries four people while vacationing in 9Vegas.)

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 3,207 I Teen I Sterek)

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

Bacon Is The Answer To All Life’s Problems by eeyore9990

(1/1 I 3,322 I Teen I Sterek)

After the election results come in, Stiles uses his long weekend to go visit Derek in Nevada because running away from all of life’s problems sounds like the best of all possible choices. Shenanigans ensue.

Sealed with a Kiss by Inell

(1/1 I 3,628 I Explicit I Stackson)

The fairies seem to like to Stiles, and, unfortunately, the only other person they’ll even let around him is Jackson Whittemore, who he totally doesn’t have feelings for at all. Nope. Not at all.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 7,155 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

The Valentines Thing and Other Fiascoes by Pandaabeer

(6/7 I 8,705 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek has recently succeeded in a lot of things. He has a job, he has a place with electricity and heck he even has netflix. What he has never succeeded at and probably never will is relationships. He’s a sad sack when it comes to love. This Valentines is nothing new.

Or

The sequel to Valentines Strike no one wanted.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

(5/5 I 9,383 I General I Steter)

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Best Men by zcinmalik

(1/1 I 11,422 I Mature I Boyd/Scott)

Boyd, in a moment of startling clarity, finally feels the unnatural weight of the gold band adorning his ring finger.

To Form a More Perfect Union by WritersAreLiars

(3/? I 11,503 I Mature I Deucalion/Stiles)

Stiles never expected that helping an injured dog would result in him living out the plot of one of his novels. Now he’s accidentally married himself to the alpha of the esteemed Blackwood pack and hoping that Deucalion isn’t too good to be real.

The Hangover by van_helsa124

(13/13 I 15,826 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles and the pack visit Vegas to blow off some steam, only to wake up with no memory of the night before. After interrogating Peter for information they quickly realise that: Boyd is missing, a rival pack has declared a blood feud, hunters are on their trail …and, oh yeah, Derek and Stiles are married.

Steel Blue: A Fractured Fairy Tale by FiccinDylan

(15/15 I 29,251 I Explicit I Sterek)

The real reason Stiles and Derek stopped sleeping with each other was because Stiles was the first to break the feelings dam. For Derek, love and sex were placed in two separate compartments, but for Stiles, love was 9chocolate and sex was peanut butter, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were always his favorite candy.

He knew he’d fall head over heels in love with the wolf and he did. And he didn’t know if he could handle Derek not feeling the same way. So instead he agreed with Derek to remove chocolate, and add in the jelly of sarcasm and ribbing banter and jerking off alone.

It sucked.

But Stiles respected Derek and valued his friendship over everything else., he’d do anything for the wolf.

Oh, and he also just found out that he might have a twin brother that’s a porn star for Neckz&Throatz, but oddly… that’s the sidebar in this tale.

Fools Rush In by origamifrogs

(3/3 I 30,673 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Stiles wakes up in his hotel bed in Las Vegas, sticky eyes blinking open to the sight of a stranger sleeping beside him.

A stranger who is male.

And naked.

Stiles promptly falls out of bed.”

Or, the one where Stiles and Derek get drunk in Las Vegas, accidentally get married, go on a road trip, and find love along the way.

UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo

(20/20 I 54,259 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

***

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

The Purloined Letter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

(34/34 I 83,123 I Explicit I Sterek)

Kate Argent learns that Peter Hale has a letter, the contents of which, if known, would ruin her, and decides the best place to find it would be the hunting party arranged for the Whittemore-Martin engagement celebrations, but there are some issues with her plan, Peter has brought his nephew, the house is full of omega meaning everyone is watching everyone else, Lydia is not as happy with the engagement as her mother casting her eyes on someone else, her niece, who she’s meant to be chaperoning has eyes for a penniless Scottish Lord, and she’s not even sure that Peter brought the letter with him.

anonymous asked:

Oooh loved your voltron!!! Would you consider writing more sneezy lance??

(definitely considered!! this really should’ve gone up on his birthday but what do u know I fail at life!! anyway here’s more lance bc I love Voltron and I’m still pretty new pls forgive me!!)

Lance felt like he had bonded with Blue pretty well.

As much as he missed home, Blue allowed him and his friends to go beyond Earth and discover alien life they had no clue had existed. Growing up Lance always wanted to save people and be a hero, and Blue helped him do that. Blue felt extremely connected to the water, thriving the most when she was in it, and Lance felt the same way. He had grown up by the water, and had obtained his fondest memories by the ocean, with his family and friends back home.

However, one thing him and Blue did not necessarily connect on too well, was the cold.

Blue had ice capabilities, which Lance found cool and useful to saving the day, but the cold was something Lance just simply wasn’t accustomed to. He had experienced snow for the first time at the Garrison, and it truly was an enchanting experience, but shortly after he took ill with a cold and couldn’t perform to his best standard. He absolutely loathed this, because of course due to his impaired performance, he’d be compared to Keith again, and how much lesser he was than him.

Needless to say Lance absolutely hated this past mission.

They had received a distress signal at the Castle from a planet about a galaxy away; and of course they had to go check it out. That was how the Paladins ended up landing their lions on an icy, snowy planet the equivalent of Antarctica, but an entire planet of it. There had been a Galra ship forcefully taking some resources from their land; scaring the innocent civilians away into the shadows.

While the mission was a success, Lance did not have a good time in the slightest.

Lance did not like the cold at all. He preferred the glorious warmth of the bright and blazing sun, the sunshine that reminded him of home and the people who loved him. The cold was a harsh, bitter cold (ha) reminder that he was far away from his home and family, that they were many many galaxies away from him.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I please request you write something about Jumin getting drunk and suddenly calls out Rika's name while MC/Reader is taking care of him?

Title: Shadow

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Genre: Romance/Angst
Characters|Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Disclaimer: This post is word heavy

a|n this was the most evil request i’ve ever received. whoever you are, thank you for breaking my heart while writing this. how could you. *cries for juju *also cries for self

The shadows of your heart
are hanging in the sweet, sweet air
The secrets that you hide
controls us and it’s just not fair

You were not ignorant of anything. In the little time you were able to spend with the members of the RFA, you have been given clues about the former mistress who used to run the association. The former mistress who, according to them, died due to suicide. You were not able to meet her in person but you’ve been given photos of her to look at while she was still alive.

They said her name was Rika.

What a beautiful name. What an even more beautiful personality. She made the organization to distribute and bring happiness for everyone. They said she’s engaged to be married to the current acting President, V. You wondered how was he able to cope up with her death?

You knew that Yoosung, Rika’s cousin was still mourning. It’s a given. He said they’ve been close since he was young. Everybody in the association admired and respected her and of course — in return, you did as well. With all the praises and beautiful things about her, you couldn’t help yourself but look up to her. A perfect role model. She did everything by herself, turning the RFA, which was named after her, an organization that would reflect her wishes.
Her pure, untainted hopes.
What a wonderful woman, you mused.

Yet, you found yourself as the replacement of the woman who died and left this earth. All of a sudden, just by accidentally downloading an app, you found yourself slowly become a part of something warmer than the sun — the friendship you gained with each member.

You are not ignorant. Yes, definitely, you weren’t. You are the kind of woman who knew where her boundary lies. You were not the type to go beyond or over something without carefully thinking about it.

But in the hands of love, everyone looses their own reasoning.

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Crayons Can Melt On Us

JILY CHALLENGE | @prongsno vs @alicelongbottom

summer tropes + you are drunk and rambling on about how nice the angle of my elbows are at this music festival but I can’t find your friends and I’ve lost mine, wanna spend the rest of the night getting drunk and dancing together??

(read on ao3)

Lily Evans blames Mary MacDonald. For everything.

It’s always Mary who’s getting her into trouble. Detentions, fights, blind dates…

But this time’s different.

This time they’re at the Leeds Festival, both completely hammered and belting out the words to One Direction’s ‘Kiss You’. She doesn’t even like them, but when Mary bought her drink number two and started spitting out the lyrics (literally the whole song, not even one word misplaced) to Outkast’s Hey Ya they somehow ended up on boy bands.

Now Mary’s arm is around her waist and they’re grasping onto their cups like it’s their life support. Lily hiccoughs and then suddenly Mary is crying.

Her boyfriend of ten months broke up with her last week. He’s been cheating on her for about two weeks and she only found out because she rang his phone and, of course, who should answer but this girl who says that said boyfriend is in the shower.

“D’ya know he rang asking for my forgiveness?” Mary sobs, gulping down another drink. “That rotten scumbag had the acidity to wait no… the - the adadcity?”

“Aud-acity. ‘Sjust think of the car.”

A group of people in flower crowns walk past at this moment, each biting into a hot dog or kebab or hamburger respectively.

When was the last time she ate?

Lily’s stomach churns at the thought but she’s got no idea if that’s out of hunger or nausea. She decides to sniff the air, the crisp wonderful and gross smell of barbecue and dripping fat with a portion of chips on the side sounds… amazing.

“Y’know what I need?” Her friend’s voice rings out in her ears. It’s a faint voice compared the noise of the festival around them, but being best mates for seven years means she’s now accustomed the soft song of Mary MacDonald.

“A nice juicy hamburger?”

“That too. But also a… a toe-curling and heart palpitating snog.” 

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Oops, My Bad

@umpeters hope you enjoy love. x

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Carlos De Vil

Word Count: 1,807

Warning(s): Fluff

‘‘You’re lucky you’re a dog, because if you were a human.. Man, I’d take you down.’’

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dazzle me. ((jondami))

i was listening to this song and a idea came to mind. ‘’you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights, and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight. not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill.’’ -dazzle, oh wonder. 2.7K+ words.

   Damian’s fascinated, utterly hypnotized.

And it’s all the fault of one special Kryptonian.

He doesn’t do love, what’s the point? It makes you weak. Gives people a way to get right through your armor and shatter you in a way that nothing else does. His mother explained that to him many a time. He had listened to her stories as a child.

There was someone once, someone that she had truly loved. Ra had found out. He killed them right in front of her. She vowed never to love again. It was foolishness. 

Damian learned from her mistake just like she wanted him to.

‘‘You will never let yourself sink as low as petty humans. You, my son, deserve a god for you will be one someday with this mighty empire of ours.’’ She spoke, it was a miracle she was giving him the slightest of affection, running her nimble fingers through his hair. For a moment, he believed that he saw love in her eyes. Then she steeled, abruptly standing up from her seat beside him. ‘’We need to cut your hair at once.’’

And that was that.

He never loved, scoffed at admirers, pretended to retch at the romantic scenes in the movies Dick was so fond of watching. Poked fun at the silly novels he occasionally caught Jon reading.

Then puberty happened.

Hormones, hormones, hormones.

He was laying back on his bed. Titans Tower was completely deserted. Everyone hadn’t yet come back from the holiday break. Not that he blamed them. The ones who didn’t have family simply stayed with another of the teens. 

Damian had come back as soon as the clock struck midnight, announcing the presence of the new year. 

He stared at the ceiling, trying to count exactly how many bumps were on the roof of his room. The Titans had repainted his room, which had been a chipped, bloody mess. He was grateful, but none of them had any futures in designing rooms or anything of the sort. Some paint was layered, to cover the dark crimson stains, and you could tell the difference right away.

He said nothing.

He was restless. He couldn’t get to sleep, no matter which way he turned, or punched his pillow. He tried sleeping on his stomach, but that was just uncomfortable in so many ways. Plus, he didn’t feel like getting accidentally turned on which was happening quite frequently nowadays.

‘‘It’s perfectly normal-’‘ Dick crooned. ‘‘Another word and I will smother you in your sleep.’‘ Damian interrupted.

Robin sighed. It was so quiet without any members of his team. Usually there was at least one insomniac hanging out in the living room, watching some sort of program on the TV, which Damian could hear from his bedroom.

Not today. 

A ear-piercing sound rang in the air.

He shot up in bed, blindly going for his suit, pulling it on in record breaking time.

Adjusting the mask as he went, he ran out to the living room.

‘INTRUDER ALERT’ flashed across the screen and the wail continued.

What, the Tower was impossible to break into. He had been making sure of it. Great, now he had to say that the Tower was nearly impossible to break into. 

Goddammit.

He started pressing buttons to at least stop the sound so he could figure out where the hell this intruder was, so he could beat the living hell out of them. He was a bit antsy.

Then, the alarm stopped.

He glanced down at the electronic keyboard and found that he hadn’t pressed enter yet. 

Damian froze.

‘‘Sorry ‘bout that, I slipped up on the last number in the code.’‘ A voice came from behind him. A laugh as well, a low one that managed to make his heart beat the slightest bit faster. Not that he would ever acknowledge it.

Damian tucked away the batarang that had been taken out in the blink of an eye. 

He turned around, seeing Superboy vault over the couch. 

Jon placed his feet over the top of the couch as his head hung off the couch, strands of hair coming loose with gravity and framing his oh so perfect blue eyes and delicate, dull pink lips. Ones that were forming a word.

–you’ve got diamonds in your eyes tonight–

‘‘-me.’‘ Jon was smiling at him, it sent an unfamiliar warmth through him and he had to fight back a shiver. 

Pathetic.

‘‘Huh?’‘ Had he really been so distracted by the boy hanging upside down?

No. Yes. 

‘‘Nothing,’‘ Jon laughed. ‘‘What’s up?’‘

The question snapped the youngest Wayne out of his daze and back to his senses.

‘‘What’s up?’’ Damian mocked. ‘’How the heck did you manage to get into my secure building? Why are you here? What is the meaning of this?’’

‘‘Pretty sure that it doesn’t belong to you and one question at a time, please.’‘ A lopsided grin. 

He hid his reaction to it, waving his hand so the keyboard disappeared, leaving the coffee table just that. A plain table.

‘‘Okay, then answer them.’‘

‘‘Someone’s grouchy. Ooh, an apple.’‘ Jon sat up, grabbing the fruit from the bowl placed there. He made a face after biting into it. ‘‘Ours are better.’‘ He gingerly set it down on the table.

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘’I’m waiting, Kent.’’

‘‘Really, Wayne?’’ 

Nope. He noped everything. This was karma, had to be.

He watched in silence as Jon lent forward, placing his somehow soft fingers on the side of his face, it was unusual and it took him off guard. His own hands were rough from years of handling his equipment. Little cuts littered them. Permanent.

Breath hitched in his throat.

Why was he reacting like this?

Then, Jon’s fingers brushed higher up and they pulled at his mask, successfully removing it. He pulled back, casually dropping the thing in his lap.

‘‘There, so much better.’‘ The shaggy haired teen smoothed out the creases in the mask.

Damian let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

‘‘So, now to answer your many questions.’‘ Jon waved his hands around in a flourish and Damian found himself staring at their every twitch.

Huh, he has really pretty hands. 

He found himself wanting to get into contact with them once again. 

‘‘Kon gave me the code by the way, so don’t worry. Your security is still perfectly intact.’‘

‘‘Of course it is, I built it.’‘ The vigilante responded with a huff.

Jon tilted his head back in a laugh, and Damian should have found that offensive but he was trapped. 

Enthralled by the way Jon’s eyes shut when he did so, a sense of disappointment stirring in Damian when he could no longer view the wonderful shade of blue, lips curling upwards, collarbones just about showing from the top of his hoodie that wasn’t zipped all the way to the top, and it being yanked up a bit when he brought up a hand to muffle a laugh, exposing some of the beautiful pale skin right underneath his navel.

–dazzle me, dazzle me–

Whatever deity existed, they were torturing him. 

The one across from him took a moment to calm, taking a deep breath in and then out.

‘‘I’m-,’‘ Superman’s son snickered again, ‘‘fine.’‘ He waved his hand in dismissal of the laugh that had just occurred. ‘‘Listen, I was in the area, and Kon told me you were hanging around here alone. Thought I would keep you company.’‘ There was a pause. 

Damian didn’t know why but his heart pounded with fear, drowning out any other noise.

‘‘…And maybe we could talk about what happened at my party?’‘

And there it was.

‘‘Damian, c’mon,’‘ Jon whined, bringing a smile to Damian’s lips. ‘‘It’s my fifteenth, we’re here to have fun. Not lurk in a corner and be depressing.’‘

‘‘It’s what I do best.’‘ He replied, and full lips formed into a adorable pout.

He didn’t like parties, and Clark and Bruce, God knows how those two conspired to do this, had thrown the biggest one ever. They had left once it started, trusting the boys to not let anything get too out of hand.

‘‘Well, we’re dancing.’‘ Jon spoke, a certainty in his voice.

–give me neon lights–

‘‘No way.’‘ He scoffed, settling in on the couch.

‘‘It’s my birthday, I get exactly what I want.’‘

Damian didn’t understand why that sentence affected him so much.

He let Jon pull him up, dragging him into the fray.

Swarms of warm, teen bodies. They didn’t know half these people but it didn’t matter right now. The smell of sweat, and excitement buzzing in the air like electricity, his veins absorbing it.

–see the plastic life through my bloodshot eyes–

They fumbled, awkwardly stepping, not really knowing what to do but that made it better. 

–you’re getting higher than the ceiling lights– 

Jon kept getting closer and closer.

He didn’t notice.

–and falling hard, hard enough to lose the fight–

They stepped on each other’s toes a couple of times.

Jon was swaying, and was humming along to the beat with his eyes shut. 

‘‘Having fun there?’‘

Red colored the boy’s cheeks, as if he’d been caught.

A blush (?) 

He stuck out his tongue at Damian, childish.

They broke out laughing.

Quiet.

‘‘You’re looking at me like that again.’‘ Blue eyes, narrowed. Calculating.

‘‘Like what?’‘ The Arabian male said, confused. 

‘‘I dunno, It’s just-’‘ Jon shook his head. ‘‘I should shut up.’‘

‘‘No, really. Like what?’‘

Raven hair fell into his eyes as Jon stared down at his worn out sneakers.

He mumbled something, but Damian didn’t catch it with how loud the conversations around them were.

A fist gripped his shirt, balling it up. Damian thought that Jon was going to punch him for a second and he went to remove the hand.

Jon was faster.

A rough tug to the front of his shirt, and lukewarm lips crashed against his slightly chapped ones.

–not in it for the money, just in it for the thrill–

A weird sounding noise escaped his mouth, and the grip on his shirt loosened but the hand remained there, pressing against his chest.

The other was brought up, skimming the back of his neck.

–living in the moment, paying for the kill–

His eyes fluttered closed, body relaxing in way he didn’t know was possible.

Damian had no idea how to respond so he just did. No thinking.

Hands on Jon’s waist, fingers curling into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging.

More, more, more.

Him, him, him.

Invading his thoughts, poisoning his mind until there was nothing else.

–i am wild alive, i am wild alive–

His head started to feel dizzy, and with irony he remembered, ‘I need air,’ and pulled back, although Jon was hesitant to let him go, and gave a whimper.

They stared at each other, eyes going wide as if only now realizing what they had just done.

‘‘Oh my God, I’m-’‘ Jon began but Damian’s mouth was already back on his, muting any further words.

–golden grill of sadness, mid-life wasted youth–

The rest of the night was a blur.

They broke apart, snuck away from the crowd. 

They made their way onto the roof, and talked. Nothing about what had just happened. Just…life.

–there’s a human in your heart of hearts–

There was a new feeling in the air between them, however. 

Damian liked it.

–hiding true colors made you fall apart–

The party ended, and Jon went home while Damian helped clean up the mess left behind by everyone.

‘‘What about it?’‘ Damian’s voice sounded choked, even to him. Scared, even. He talked fast. ‘‘There’s nothing to talk about. Absolutely nothing.’‘

‘‘It’s been three months, we ought to talk about it sometime.’‘ Jon’s voice was soft, as if trying to lure a frightened animal from their hiding place.

–throwing fire, trying to make it right–

‘‘No, we don’t.’’ Damian continued stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, purposely avoiding his friend’s eyes which were probably giving him the signature Jon Kent look.

If you thought puppy dog eyes were bad, Jon’s version of them were the absolute worst and could get anyone to do anything.

Hence, why Damian refused to look Jon in the eye. He’d give in.

Jon threw up his hands in frustration, giving a long, annoyed exhale.

–always ends up like this, always gonna lose–

‘‘Fine! How about I talk, and you listen?’‘

Damian didn’t respond.

‘‘What, was I that bad a kisser or something? Is that why you’ve refused to partner up with me on anything unless told to, huh? Do you just not like me? A fluke, a mistake. You could have just told me instead of being a, a, thing about it! If I remember correctly, you kissed me back! That’s gotta mean something. Doesn’t it?” His voice got progressively quieter, more shaky as he went on, as if he were scared to have a answer to his many questions.

It almost hurt to hear him ramble.

‘‘Opposite.’‘

Jon stopped, anger still visible in his eyes, and the way his hands were clenched at his sides. 

Damian groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head into his hands.

‘‘Explain it to me then.’‘ A unspoken plead was in his eyes and that did it for Damian.

‘‘I-I got scared, alright? It’s not just everyday that your best friend for five years kisses you! I didn’t want to, didn’t want to ruin it, okay? I’ve freaking done things but what if me, me being me is the thing that makes that disappear? That’s a heck of a lot worse. So,I distanced, maybe you’d forget all about it.’‘ Damian’s voice rose and lowered throughout his rant, shouting and then dropping into a barely audible whisper that would have gone unheard if not for Jon’s super hearing.

Jon looked at him and gave a bitter laugh. Nothing like the one that made warmth flush to his cheeks and his heart thump that much faster.

‘‘I was the one who kissed you, don’t you think that means anything? I know you. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing.’‘

‘‘Don’t you mean, was?’’ Damian said.

Jon looked at him, a determined expression on his face.

‘‘No.’‘

And then he kissed him, again. 

This time was much different. It wasn’t sped up, this was drawn out.

Slow.

The other was pent up feelings being let out, this one was expression.

Damian found himself returning it, before he even realized what he was doing. 

A hand cupped his cheek and Damian gave a content sigh against Jon’s mouth. He tangled his hands in the shaggy mess that was Jon’s hair, gently pulling on the strands.

Hands were on his chest now, moving.

Blunt nails dug into his back, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt the pressure.

Jon pulled away this time, red plastered on his cheeks, lips slightly swollen.

Their foreheads resting together as they caught their breaths, panting.

‘‘Well-’‘

‘‘That was something.’‘ Jon deadpanned.

‘‘Agreed.’‘ Damian nodded.

They laughed in unison, clutching each other’s shirts while they howled with laughter. 

They calmed, but didn’t move from where they were.

Jon wrapped his finger around a small silver chain that had a tiny cat pendant, he had gifted him it the Christmas before, saying that it had reminded him of Alfred, Damian’s cat that is.

‘‘You kept it.’‘

‘’Why wouldn’t I?’‘

‘‘It seemed that you didn’t like it.’‘

‘‘Oh, well I do. I like it, since it came from you, and I like you.’‘ The words were just slipping out of his mouth by now, and holy- Jon looked so pretty like this, all flushed and out of breath and wow. He really needed to make him look like this more often. ‘’You’re even more pretty up close.’’

Jon couldn’t possibly have gotten more red, but he did, ducking his head.

‘‘Yeah, same goes for me.’‘ He murmured.

‘‘What was that?’‘ Damian teased.

‘‘I like you too. There, happy.’‘ He looked up, meeting Damian’s lovesick gaze.

‘‘Yes.’‘

–dazzle me, dazzle me–


fin.

Newlyweds with the RFA

A/N: right so I’m an idiot bc i accidentally deleted the ask but this was requested by anonymous so here’s some cutesy fluff hope you like it lolol

Yoosung:

  • You wake up before he does
  • He looks so peaceful sleeping next to you
  • lololol of course he’s drooling a bit but that’s ok it’s cute
  • His limbs are draped over you like a freaking koala bear but you don’t wanna move and wake your new husband so you settle with a smol kiss on the tiny bean’s nose
  • He does that super cute thing where he crinkles his nose a lil and you giggle
  • Yoosung opens his eyes slowly and when his eyes come into focus he just sees you lying next to him with the prettiest smile on your face
  • He begins to remember the wedding the night before and now he gets to wake up to you every morning and
  • He’s just so in love
  • He doesn’t need to say anything but there’s this big goofy grin on his face before he kisses you and holds you even closer
  • You’re both just so happy and in love and neither of you can’t wait to start the rest of your lives together


Zen:
  • He wakes up first after an *ahem* eventful wedding night wink wonk
  • As he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, he can’t help but just admire your beauty
  • He’s convinced you’re the eighth wonder of the world
  • “How did I get so lucky?”
  • You stir a little bit and slowly begin to wake up to see your new husband
  • Zen places a soft kiss on your forehead as he mumbles a “good morning, princess”
  • god kill me if I ever hear his morning voice UGH
  • You wrap your arms around him and snuggle closer
  • When you lay your head on his chest you can hear his heartbeat and it’s just so soothing and you nearly fall back asleep
  • Zen notices and lets out a small laugh you know the really deep sexy laugh and ah fuck
  • But his eyes are getting droopy again and he ends up falling asleep with you curled up to him and a small smile on his face


Jaehee:
  • When she wakes up the morning after the wedding, she reaches over to your side of the bed
  • But for some reason, you weren’t there
  • Now she’s awake and wondering where the heck you are
  • But then she starts to smell something
  • COFFEE
  • She sees you in the kitchen with a mug in each hand and gahhhh
  • Her heart is fluttering like crazy and she’s got the cutest smile on her face
  • And you’re smiling too because omg look at baehee my wife with her bedhead and cute pajamas and akdhakhdks
  • YALL ARE ADORABLE OKAY
  • You hand her a mug of her favorite coffee and a kiss on her cheek
  • Jaehee is just so overwhelmed with love and happiness and she just blurts out “I love you so much, MC”
  • lol you better considering you’re MARRIED smh what a dork protect her
  • You just smile and tell her you love her too


Jumin:
  • You wake up to the smell of pancakes the morning after your wedding
  • At first, you’re really disoriented because you aren’t at the penthouse and forgot you and Jumin immediately went on the honeymoon once the wedding ended
  • But once you get your bearings, you head over to the kitchen to see Jumin making your favorite strawberry pancakes
  • You wrap your arms around him and lay your head against his back
  • You can’t see but he’s smiling like a dork
  • “Good morning, my love. I hope you slept well.”
  • AGAIN WITH THE MORNING VOICE FUCK
  • Jumin turns around to place a kiss on your lips as you hum contently
  • You both stay like that for a moment before you decide to help him make breakfast
  • The entire time you two are stealing glances at each other and pecking each other on the lips as you cook omg how cute
  • He’s just looking forward to a morning like this with you every day now


Seven:
  • Okay so just like Jaehee he wakes up and sees that you aren’t in bed next to him
  • Poor baby goes into PANIC MODE
  • Seven starts to wander around the house looking for you
  • “MC, where are you?”
  • “What if she’s hurt?”
  • “WHAT IF SHE LEFT ME THE DAY AFTER OUR WEDDING???”
  • baby calm down she literally went to the bathroom to go pee lol
  • He practically engulfs you in a big bear hug and is going on about how scared he was
  • You’re just standing there like “omg you’re so dramatic jesus christ”
  • It’s okay you love the child man anyway
  • You just go along with it and give him reassuring kisses and snuggles
  • He literally bridal-style carries you back to bed to cuddle even more
  • Seven is just super happy to finally call you his wife!!!!
The Intern


Today was the day. It was your first day interning with BigHit so you could bulk up your college applications. You were so excited that you got in to the prestigious scheme. On the way in, all the other interns and yourself included had been talking about how cool it would be if you were assigned to shadow staff from one of their groups. Of course, BTS was on everybody’s minds since who wouldn’t want to be in the same space as them. You all knew it was highly unlikely, since most of you were 17 and right in their fan range. 

You’d probably freak too. 

“Doesn’t Yoongi look amazing there?” Sin-ho, a girl you had met on the way in looked up dreamily at the poster of Min Yoongi, one of the main rappers. He did look amazing, and you couldn’t help the smile form on your face.

“Right, welcome to BigHit Entertainment. This is our second year hiring interns and we’re pleased to offer the opportunity again to the producers and business executives of tomorrow.” A strict looking lady dressed in a grey suit bellowed as you all gathered in a line.

You counted how many of you there were, 6. Wow, to think that out of– 

“6! There are 6 of you who made it here, out of the 600 applications we received. We’ve chosen you because we think you all seem like the most professional, intelligent, well behaved and opportunistic from all applications we received.” You couldn’t hide a smirk creeping up on your face. They chose 6 interns this year because last year, 15 of the 35 that ended up here left work early to hunt down BTS even though they were on tour. From inside sources, it was a nightmare. 

“Let’s lay some ground rules first. 1. Remain respectful at all times. 2. Don’t stray where you’re not suppose to. There will be consequences. 3. Respect the privacy requests of our artists. This means, no fan requests, no taking pictures and absolutely no inappropriateness. “ 

Damn, you thought. You had hoped you could at least get some autographs signed. You reminded yourself you were here for business, it was laced all over your application which is probably why they chose you. You hadn’t mentioned your adoration for BTS at all. 

“Now, I’m going to assign you to your teams. Y/N, Sin-ho and Eun will be working with makeup team 1 in room 2.34…” You listened carefully to be disappointed. 

Make up? 

Did they chose you because your eyeliner was mostly always on point? You wanted to see some real action, how profits grow, accounts rise and heck even seeing what PR do would be cool. But, make-up seriously? It was difficult to hide the disappointment from your face. What was even weirder was that you glanced to Eun and Sin-ho, who looked like they’d just won the lottery. Their eyes were beaming. 

For a guy who looked super masculine too, you were confused by Eun who looked excited. 

Sin ho shot you a smile that couldn’t contain itself, which was a contrast against your sadness. 

The grey suit lady left after giving the other 3 the PR department which you envied, you had now labelled her the  glass ceiling conformer since she assigned you to something so petty. The others were all guys too, and they got PR!

You tried to tell yourself experience was experience, but cleaning make-up brushes. Yeah, that’ll help me doing accounts in college. Bitch. You thought.

“Why are you so sad?! Don’t you know what this means?” Eun practically screamed as you guys started walking to find the room.

“Talking for hours about shades of concealer? I watch youtube tutorials for that.” You said in defeat. 


Sin ho laughed. 

“You really don’t know what this means do you?” 

Your eyes were nearly popping out, because hell- you didn’t. You couldn’t understand how these guys would be so excited to clean makeup brushes.

“The makeup team get to follow BTS around all day. This is what it means!” 

Oh

“I GET TO TOUCH JIMIN’S FACE. THOSE CHEEKS. OH MY GOD.” Sin ho was hyperventilating. 

“Boy, you must have really made it sound like you hate the guys in the application and interview. I thought they had a strict no fan girl hiring policy.” Eun said, adjusting his bow tie. 

“Pfft, I have my ways.” Sin-ho replied. 

“You better not fangirl in front of them, you’ll be out in an instant.” You reminded her, as glass ceiling conformer had made really clear in her speech. 

Inside though, you probably had to control yourself. You had to remind them they were just normal guy–

Eun found the door and knocked. 

Shit, you weren’t ready. 

“Interns! Come in!” A lady pulled you all into a room with mirrors and dressing tables, MAC would be proud looking at the display. 

“Welcome! Ah, don’t they look cute? How old are you all? My my my, these two are beauties!” The plump woman said, pinching your cheeks and Sin- Ho’s. 

You followed convention and said it would be an honour to work under her, and she said there was no need for such formalities. 

“Are you girls fans of BTS?” She asked. Before we could reply, another woman came in. 

“For your internship, don’t be. The least we need is fangirls ruining their privacy. Give me your phones.” The slender woman was dressed in a pinstripe dress and held her hand out. 

You obliged with the others, even though you were furious inside to hand over your phone. 

“You. How tight is your shirt?” The pinstripe woman asked, to which you gave her a confused look. What sort of question was that?

“Why, is it bad?” You couldn’t help but say. This was a standard shirt. Fashionable, cute, sure- I guess some might say sexy if they were perverted. 

“We don’t want anyone to look like they’re here to seduce the boys.” She stated blutly. You nearly choked. 

Gosh, what was up with these people?! 

“I’m sorry, I’ll wear something more loose fitting tomorrow.” You bowed your head in embarrassment. 

“And you. That dress just won’t do. Come with me.” The woman said to Sin-Ho, whose mouth looked like it would land on the floor. What kind of shit was this? Sin-Ho’s dress was business cute. 

“What about Eun? His bow ties too sexy.” You blurted, to which you instantly regretted. Eun got your joke, as he smiled. 

“Good thing there aren’t any girl groups here.” She said, before taking Sin- Ho away to change. 

“And such disrespect has earned you an extra task you won’t find out until later today. My name is Ms. In-Dong. I am your supervisor and worst nightmare here.” She said, and walked away. 

The plump lady was much nicer. 

“Ah, so young.” She looked dreamily at us. 

“Ah, that should be the boys!” 

You heard some loud, masculine voices before they came inside. It was surreal actually seeing them, since well- your contact with them was through your laptop on weekends watching videos. 

“Ajumma! My face is so puffy today.” Jin, gosh it was so cool to hear his voice in real life, yelled before taking a seat near you. He looked at himself in the mirror and patted his face. 

“Jin’s face is always puffy.” Jimin said, that signature on his face as he took a seat and looked into the mirror. 

The rest of the boys looked tired, but they took their seats too. It took them a moment or two to clock that it wasn’t just their Ajumma in the room, but two other 17 year olds. 

“Ah, Eun can you pass me the bottle over there?” Ajumma forgot to introduce you guys, but it looked like Eun got the better end of the stick since he was actively doing something as the plump Ajumma got to work on Jin’s face. He was holding the bottle and dabbing cotton wipes every now and then to pass to Ajumma, he was probably star struck himself. 

You on the other hand, had recovered quickly. You were right at the edge, noticing how the rest of the guys were on their phones. 

“Coffee please?” Jimin asked, to which Ajumma looked at you.

“Uh, sure. What would you like?” You asked, but you couldn’t help your voice stutter because well- you were talking to Jimin. 

“Latte please, two sugars.” You quickly noted it down on the reporters notebook you had.

Before you left, you plucked up the courage to ask the others. 

“Would you guys like anything?” You asked. 

Their eyes rose up to meet yours. 

“Latte, 1 sugar. Capuccino, no sugar. Espresso, 1 shot. Americano, please.” You quickly noted down the orders. 

“Sure.” You said, and then asking Ajumma where to go. 

____________________________

After coming back with trays of coffee, the boys were now in a different room you learnt. They were practicing. 

You didn’t bother knocking since they were busy, but left the steaming trays on the table in the practicing room. Whilst you were on your way out, the boys were intently listening to their dance instructor. What you clocked though, was Jungkook looking at you as you left the room. 

He was so beautiful, you thought.

“Ah, yet so forbidden.” Sin Ho jumped out, now dressed in a more conservative top and trousers. You were glad she could keep her heels at least. 

“How’d you guess?” You asked, walking back to the makeup room. 

“Please, how could you not guess? You’ve just come out of a room with the hottest guys in Kore practicing all sweaty. I don’t need to be a genius hun.” She giggled. 

You rolled your eyes, in frustration- she was so correct. 

For the rest of the day, you had done the less exciting part of being on the make up team- washing brushes. 

“This is not Min Yoongi’s shade. How could they put this on him?” Sin Ho said, looking at a concealer stick labelled with Yoongi. 

You were bored out of your mind after you had deposited the 200th brush in the sink to soak. 

“So, is this what entails following them around?” You asked, because that would be more fun than this. 

“At least you got to see them this morning whilst the witch made me change.” 

“You. Sin- Ho. Can you hold a camera?” The glass ceiling woman asked. You were both startled, hoping she hadn’t heard Sin Ho call her a witch.

“Y-yes.” She replied.

“We need someone to hold the camera for Eat Jin. Come with me.” Glass ceiling woman said.

Sin Ho looked to Eun and you. She made an excited expression before going into professional mode. 

“Of course.” She said, getting up to follow the woman out of the room.

“I touched Jin’s face today.” Eun said, trying to mimick our wonder at the boys. 

“Stop it dude, they probably feel cool around you.” You said, pushing his arm playfully.

“They’re pretty cool. Yoongi showed me this game on his phone that he plays, we exchanged ID’s. Don’t tell Sin Ho, she’ll freak.” He winked. 

You laughed, before being interrupted by the kinder and plump makeup artist. 

“You guy’s should go for lunch. The canteen’s across the hall. Forgive me for forgetting!” She yelled, before coming in to usher you out. 

“I’m starving.” You said, noticing how you hadn’t had anything since that cereal bar and glass of orange juice for breakfast this morning. Your mother had even texted you to ask if you had eaten, but you didn’t wanna make her feel bad. 

“Adult life seems so dull.” Eun said, noticing the middle aged men pour out of a conference room.

“I’m having a party this weekend, can’t wait to get wrecked.” He said. 

“If we survive by the end of this week, count me in. Anything to numb down the boredom I have cleaning brushes right now.”

The posh canteen was largely empty, apart from to your surprise- Jungkook sitting down with his plate and on his phone. 

Eun and you got your food, but you nudged to Eun looking at Jungkook.

“Isn’t that disturbing him?” Eun asked.

“No, no one likes eating alone!” You whispered back, before taking the lead to sit down in front of him. 

“Hey man.” Eun said, smiling. 

“Hi.” He said, putting down his phone. 

“Mind if we sit here, we just didn’t want to impo-” You said, but Jungkook cut you off.

“It’s fine, I don’t like eating alone anyway. I came in to eat late since I was annoyed with not perfecting this move at practice.” He said, a shy smile on his face. 

“Wow, the food here is good.” Eun said, starting to make conversation. 

“Really? Is food at schools any better?” Jungkook asked, curious about Eun’s discovery.

“Ah, school food sucks. I can’t wait to just get out and get to college. No more surprise Wedneday.” Eun shivered, mentioning the surprise Wednesday meals everyone was familiar with. 

“They still do that? It’s been a while since I was at regular school.” Jungkook said. 

You guys then started to make small talk, and what you didn’t expect was to find out how humble and quickly Jungkook opened up to you. He was shy at first, but one meal completely made you, Eun and Jungkook actually bond. 

“I don’t get to speak to people my age much. This was a nice break. I’ll see you guys around.” Jungkook said, getting up .

You smiled and waved goodbye, to which he waved back. He was still a little shy around you though, but you could work on it.

Had you just become friends with Jeon Jungkook of BTS?

You actually had. 

That night, when your mother asked how your first day interning went, you said great. 

“Make any new friends?” She asked. 

“Omoni, I became friends with a kpop star. I think I’ve had a good day.” You said over dinner.

“Aish, is he cute?” She asked. To that you blushed, of course he was mega cute. You let the conversation flow to other things though, but safe to say- you’re new friend was in the back of your mind. 

The next few days at work saw you flit around different departments, and you enjoyed PR a lot. You also had the pleasure of bumping into Jungkook at lunch, who would tease you about your day and you would vice versa. 

“It’s Fridaaaaay.” You said, seeing him already sat down to eat. His plate was untouched, he actually waited for you. “I’m so happy for the weekend.”

“Hahaha, how fun would it be to have nothing to do on a Satuday. I, on the other hand, have to get up bright and early for comeback interviews and then a performance.” Kookie said, starting to eat his food.

“Are you performing at KBS? My friend got me tickets to see you guys.” You said. 

He smiled. “Really? Come and see me backstage.” He looked hopeful. 

“I wasn’t planning on going.” You admitted, truth be told- you just wanted to sleep and watch netflix the entire weekend after running around here at work. You also had a science paper due. 

Jungkook pouted. 

“Is this your aegyo? Gosh, I’m so offended.” You said, faking how his aegyo wasn’t the cutest thing ever. 

“I’ll go on one condition.” You said, ready to tease him.

“What?” He asked, interested.

“Take your shirt off during your performance.” You grinned.

“Isn’t that a little provocative for a little girl like you to see?” Jungkook leaned in towards the table. 

Hold up, is he flirting with me?

This was so against internee rules. 

You couldn’t help your reply though. 

“You really think I look little?” You asked, because you knew very well that Kookie had been checking you out a few times over the past few days when you came in with your coffee run for him and left them whilst they practiced. 

He bit his lip as he gwaned out his smile. 

“You do realise, taking my shirt off just wouldn’t be for you? It would be for everyone.” He said.

“Why should it be for me? I’m not with you.” You replied back. 

“I’m asking as a fan, and as a friend who’ll probably use your awkward shirt take off as some sort of payback.”

“Friends have numbers. “ He said, ignoring your last comment and taking your phone. 

He dialled in his details, before winking. 

“Come please.” He said.

“I’m technically your intern, it’s weird if anyone sees.” You said. 

He sighed in frustration. 

“I hate these rules.” He sighed again, leaning back to get his head together before getting up. 

“I’ll be in the crowd.” You said, “save the VIP meet Jungkook thing after I finish interning.” 

“Don’t finish, whose gonna keep me company on my lonely lunch?” He pouted, which seriously ruined you.

So your friendship with Jungkook became much, much more friendly. You were now texting at work, he was at one end of the building and you were at another. You were texting when you were home, sending memes to each other and everyone tried to tease you about the constant smile on your face. 

Jungkook: Coffee please. 

Y/N: Now? I’ve nearly finished work Kookie. 

Jungkook: Kookie? I’m an oppa to you little girl, an oppa who needs coffee to get me through this recording session. You still have 5 minutes. 

Y/N: You know my time schedule? Stalker. 

Jungkook: COFFEEEEEEE, DONUTS, CREAM, Oh please get me a muffin.

Y/N: Didn’t you complain about how your scientific workouts were suffering as a result of my amazing cupcakes I brought in the other day? Now you want muffins?

Jungkook: Just see me before you leave, little girl. Coffee in hand or else you’re not leaving till me. 

You sighed, Jungkook left at a crazy time. That meant you could do, because he’d probably complain to glass ceiling woman and make you stay. 

What you didn’t expect to see in the coffee room was a flustered looking Sin Ho, and Min Yoongi? What the-

Did they have-, no, they coulnd’t have. You were surprised. 

“Hi. Y/N, coffee?’ She asked, putting her, oh my god freshly fucked looking hair into a neat pony tail. 

You looked at Yoongi, cool and calm guy couldn’t control his shock you had come in. 

“I didn’t know you drunk coffee so late.” Sin Ho said.

“I don’t, it’s for Jungkook. I’ll do it.” You said, taking over and fixing a cup of coffee and taking a muffin out of the cupboard. 

“I’ll keep quiet.” You whispered in her ear, before taking a quick glance at Yoongi and walking out. 

Did they seriously just have sex in the coffee room? Whilst you were making friends with Kookie, Sin Ho was clearly doing something of her own. 

You shivered. 

The recording room was empty apart from Kookie sitting there, writing.

“Coffee and a muffin. Now I’d really like to go home…” 

“Sit down Y/N. You haven’t spoken to me since lunch.” Kookie dragged you down. 

“I will, if you write me a song.” You said, teasing. 

“Is this just because I’m an idol! You wouldn’t ask one of your 17 year old buddies this!” 

You pouted in return, “but you’re not like them”. 

“I’m better, right?”

You rolled your eyes nodding. 

“I have a date tomorrow though, so you can’t keep on asking for coffee right before I leave.” You warned, remembering you’d been set up. 

Jungkook looked at you cocking his head. 

“Date?” 

“What kind of date?” He asked, eyes piercing into you.

“A hot one I hope.” You replied, noticing his sudden change of personality.

“How old is he?” He asked, sticking his tongue into his check.

“I don’t know, probably my age.” You said, kinda disappointed. You were more mature for 17, so an 18 year old date would probably be fun for you. 

Jungkook was silent for a bit.

“What do you want to happen at this date?” He asked.

You laughed. “Kookie, you want me to tell you how I plan to seduce a guy?” 

Kookie raised his eyebrows.

“Seduction from a little girl like you shouldn’t be happening.”He stated as-a-matter-of-fact.

“I’m great at seduction actually, for a ‘little girl’.” You mimicked his words, noting his eyes darkening.

This was weird, an interesting new development. He put his hands together and smiled. 

“Why don’t you practice on me?” He asked, challenging you. 

“I’m doing it now, aren’t I?” You challenged back, biting your lip. 

“Clever girl. You’ve been secretly seducing me for a while. Don’t think I haven’t noticed…” He said.

You laughed, body on edge as you straightened your posture.

“Like what?” You now batted your eyelids. 

“Cute skirts showing off your legs, tight shirts, lip biting, dark and twisty moments when you just stare into space- you’d get an A if you studied a class on seduction.” Kookie said. 

You were faltering, because his voice now sounded like honey. 

Kookie got up and took a step towards you, putting his arms around your chair and leaning down.

“I think we’ve been friends for a while now, don’t you?” He said into your ears.

You bit your lip out of habit this time, unsure of if this was going to a place you wanted. 

You looked down to see a bulge gorging out of Jungkook’s tight trousers. 

“Need h-help?” You timidly blurted, because your throat was now dry with need and your body was on edge.

Jungkook smirked. 

“Don’t go out on that date tomorrow and you can help me.” He said.

“Jeon Jungkook, you can’t hide me from other men.” You said. 

Jungkook smiled cockily again.

“What If I want to? What If I don’t want you batting your eyelashes at anyone else but me?” He teased, taking you arms up and pushing you towards a wall. 

You were blushing furiously, because his words crept up on you like a soft caress. 

“Friends don’t do that Jungkook.” You said, your reply was breathy and hot. 

“Go on that date tomorrow and we won’t be friends anymore. Don’t go out on that date, and we certainly won’t be friends. You’ll be with me.” He said, burning his eyes into you. 

“I don’t want to be friends with you Y/N. Not anymore. I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.” 

“I want you to be mine.” Jungkook took your hands and placed him by his chest, and you leaned in naturally. His eyes bore into yours, and the tension between your bodies was rising with each moment. 

“It’s against the rules.” You tried to stay firm, remembering what you saw with in the coffee room.

“No one has to know until your internship finishes. It’s our secret.” He said, eyes pleading.

“Okay.” You said, releasing the lip you had been biting all this time.

Jungkook let you go before he said he’d lose control and make you both do something you regretted. You cancelled your blind date that evening and tried to get your head around what had happened. You knew you liked Jungkook, hell, really liked him. Throughout this internship, you picked up on his likes and dislikes, hopes, dreams, whatever- there was some way that both of you just meshed. Really well. 

You noticed how shy he was around other people, but with you- it was like he just got you. There was even a limit to being comfortable with Eun, and at first- you were within that limit but then he grew out of it. 

The next day, work continued and you barely had a chance to see Jungkook apart from lunch, where the atmosphere was sensually tense. His smiles were laced with suggestiveness, jokes were flirty-dirty and you were treated like a girlfriend. Light touches, laughs, a peck on the cheek that left you dizzy. 

Were, you- Jungkook’s girlfriend? 

Later that evening, as expected- you made your way into the recording room to meet up with Jungkook. To your surprise, there was a picnic rug and flowers and tea lights.

“I’m sorry we can’t go out out, so I thought I’d bring out here.” He smiled, taking you to sit down on the rug. 

Your heart nearly melted. 

“No ones done this for me before.” You said. Well, you were 17 and the most your dates had done were driven you around the city. Jungkook carefully planned this all out, on top of his mad schedule. 

This was thoughtful.

“You clearly haven’t had a boyfriend as amazing as me.” Jungkook said, opening up a picnic basket. 

“Thank you.” You said, and Jungkook shut you up with a kiss. 

“If you’re my girlfriend, you do realise this is going to be a basic thing. This is standard.” Kookie said, popping a grape in his mouth. 

You laughed.

“I didn’t know I hurt your pride.” 

“Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend deserves the best.” He smiled at you. It was that smile you fell for the first time you saw him. 

“I’m not too young for you oppa?” You teased, noticing how he hadn’t called you little girl today.

Jungkook’s demeanour suddenly changed. 

“Oppa…” He drawled.

“Oppa really wants you to sit on his lap.” He said, cocking his head to one side. 

You played along, and crawled over to him until you were sat on his lap. Gosh, his thighs were glorious.

Jungkook’s eyes burned into yours, and you met him leaning in. A heated kiss turned out into a full blown body session, where your clothes and Jungkook’s were getting in the way of what was now edging onto something much more sensual. 

“Fuck”. Jungkook said, noticing how his control of your hips had you grinding your self back and forth on them.

“Oops, looks like we have a little problem.” You said.

“Little?” Jungkook cocked his head, pushing himself up against you. 

“Okay, big.” You said back, noticing how delicious the friction was.

“Baby, let’s stop for tonight.” He said, because it would take some time before you were fully ready. Inside he knew that you were 17, and that taking a step too far would be bad. 

“Why? We’re doing great.” You said, trying to resume your actions. 

“We are. But I’m older here, and I need to control myself for both our sakes. This stuff isn’t kids play, we both need to be ready. When do you turn 18?” Jungkook asked. 

You sighed.

“It’s just a number.” 

“But I care.” He shot back.

“May. Does this mean you’re not going to touch me?” You sighed in frustration.

“I will, just not in the way you want. This is my limit.” 

You were annoyed beyond belief, but you knew Jungkook was doing it because he thought it was the right and responsible thing to do. You coulnd’t help but frown though.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be able to walk for a week after you turn 18.” He whispered in your ear. 

You blushed furiously. 

“Now, let’s just be a good couple, okay?” 

You nodded. It was the start of something new, which you were excited about and nervous. You were going against the rules, but it felt worth it knowing that you’d get Jungkook at the end. 

From there, in a dimly lit recording studio- you and Jeon Jungkook started a beautiful story. It was your first date, and it was one that you’d tell him about a year later, and a year after that. 

Your relationship had only just begun. 

AN: This was so fun to write, I just love Jungkook here. He’s such a bias wrecker. Thanks for the request anon! 

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First Sentence: "How could you even SUGGEST such a thing?!"

Sorry for the mini-hiatus. I have no good reason for it.

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“How can you even SUGGEST such a thing?” Chat Noir asked his partner. It seemed so out of character for Ladybug to act this unprofessional on a night patrol.

“God! Calm down! I’m not saying we do it now. It’s just…there may come a time in the future where I get tired keeping our identities secret from each other. And wouldn’t it be more fun that way?”

Chat Noir’s eye widened in surprise. Rational, level-headed Ladybug would never make such a suggestion. Right? And surely his headstrong lady would never dream of breaking her own rule and allowing them to share identities! Except that was exactly what she was doing. And she didn’t want them to just share names or drop transformations. Ladybug wanted to make it a competition.

“I guess,” he finally responded. “But I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Oh yeah?” Ladybug challenged, placing a hand on her hip. “And why’s that?” Chat Noir smirked and leaned in towards Ladybug, settling at a heavily flirtatious distance.

“Because I would win,” he whispered.

“In your dreams, Tomcat,” Ladybug giggled, pushing his face away. “I could find you right away if I was looking. I’m sure if I ever saw you as a civilian, I’d recognize you right away. After all, it can only be so hard to find a blonde guy with green eyes who flirts and makes terrible puns.”

“Really?” he said in mock surprise. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Ladybug…Ladybug…the only problem with that is that you have seen me before.”

“Seeing you in a crowd doesn’t count.”

“Did I say you saw me in a crowd?”

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random spideychelle headcanons

-Michelle is big spoon, her long arms wrapping around Peter’s waist while they watch nature documentaries
-peter getting hurt badly one day and calling michelle to come help him before aunt may can find out
-michelle bandages him up so carefully and gently and she goes into like this haze and leans down to press her lips to the wrapped wound
-peter being so surprised and relaxed by her sweetness that he can only stare at her with the hint of a smile blooming on his face
-peter webbing her hip to pull her back when they’ve been fighting about his dangerous secret identity
-michelle making the first move to kiss him, ducking down and pulling at the elbows of his sweatshirt with clenched fingers, and it’s so sudden and forceful and caring that peter can only reach out to steady her and start kissing her softer, trying to relax her
-michelle biting peter’s lip accidentally on purpose and laughing at him when he whimpers and pulls away
-peter thinking about michelle’s beautiful hair for like a solid twenty minutes while they nap together and he doesn’t know if he should compliment her on it or not so when he thinks she’s asleep he just presses his nose into it subtly and michelle laughs at him again
-peter not knowing where to put his hands when they kiss, michelle laughing at him and moving his palms to her cheeks
-peter cannot stop smiling at her because dang!! this girl he’s so lucky to know actually wants him to kiss her!!
-michelle reading books out loud to peter but he’s so exhausted from fighting crime that he falls asleep and she whacks him with the book to make sure they can finish the chapter
-upside down spiderman kiss attempts and failures and giggling
-ned is simultaneously disturbed and proud of his nerd friends
-when they get more comfy with each other, they’re kissing on the couch one day when peter slips his hand up a little farther than usual and michelle pulls back and says very seriously that she’s waiting for marriage
-and peter is a little stunned bc he didn’t think it would go that far but did he want it to? yeah a little, but michelle’s made an important decision and he starts telling her how sorry he is for assuming and how much he respects her wishes and michelle keeps a straight face for like two seconds before cracking up and telling him that she was joking and virginity is a social construct and all that
-study session turning to play fighting turning to cuddling on the floor and aunt may gets used to feeding a third body some takeout for dinner
-technically michelle’s first ‘I love you’ happened before they were dating, when she was being sarcastic and teasing him about a wrong academic decathlon answer, but her first ‘I love you’ that she really meant happened after peter almost died fighting in the infinity wars
-peter gets really flustered that he wasn’t the first to say it and he kinda faints before he can say it back because he kinda lost some blood and michelle reads some poetry to him while he sleeps
-everybody in the avengers hq has no idea who michelle is, but whenever anyone visits the med bay to check on peter, she’s sitting there sketching him or reading and nobody really talks to her about it, they just assume she’s allowed to be in there with ned and may
-michelle sleeps next to him when may has to make a clothes run and when he wakes up to feel her arms around his torso, he doesn’t question it
-he webs up the courtyard early that morning so that it’ll read 'I love you’ when michelle and him go on their morning walk but he ends up not being able to wait and tells her at breakfast instead
-ned is actually there at the table with them and he spits out his cereal
(-sam wilson sees the webbing in the courtyard and teases peter about it for months)
(-scott lang totally accidentally walked through it before peter could show michelle for real, and peter /knows/ it was scott because that’s what scott’s screams sound like)
-it’s okay though because peter reuses the idea to propose to michelle after college
-but again, she asks him first at dinner on the night that he was gonna do it and he’s actually mad for a sec, because really?? twice???
-but of course he accepts and he shows her the webbing later and she starts teasing him about it because half of new york is gonna think that spiderman proposed to them
-and peter employs his most successful defense mechanism: kissing the heck out of her
-and ned is both the best man and the maid of honor at their wedding