you know when your friends are invited to a party in another town and youre not invited

Fall For You (M) | 01

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 10,764
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to…
A/N: Completely inspired by this vine that I saw months ago that hasn’t left me alone since. Bonus points to those who notice the line of the song in the fic. Extra bonus points to those who recognize the Hamilton reference

Part 02. Part 03 + Drabbles

If you were being completely honest, your issue with Jeon Jungkook began years before university.

You’d grown up close to each other, his house was right across from yours but you’d hated him from the moment you met in primary school. He’d joined you and your friends in a game of truth or dare during recess, and his dare for you had been to race him from one end of the playground to the other. You had tripped, cutting your knees open but he’d continued running, winning before realizing you weren’t behind him anymore. Only by that time, the teacher had gotten to you and you’d spent the rest of primary school glaring at Jungkook whenever he was in your sights, childishly blaming him for your scars.

Of course, you didn’t hold that grudge still. Your first year of university had just started, and it would be petty and pathetic of you to still hate him for that reason. But Jungkook had given you several more reasons to hate him throughout your years of schooling.

You’d watched throughout middle and high school as Jungkook grew from a cheeky, cocky kid, into an even cockier young man. He’d never cared much for his grades, choosing instead to throw parties with his friends, to ditch class occasionally, and rile up any girls he chose. You stayed away from him, attending different parties and sticking with your small group of friends, and by the second year of high school Jungkook became one of the most well known players of the town.

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Shameless | Jungkook x You (Taehyung POV)

Dedicated to my love @isolatedmims​

Rated: M

Warnings: Marijuana and alcohol consumption, exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Summary: Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.  

Note: Just some PWP filth. Sin with me and read it. This is an AU I will be writing other PWP smuts for, so yaaay. lol I guess. I’m so tired and I will edit in the morning

Words: 5.1k+


Accompanied by the low rumble of hip hop music playing in the background, you and Jungkook were noisily mouthing at each other - sloppy, wet sounds filling the air that irritated Taehyung to no end. You were straddling Jungkook’s lap, hands clasped behind his neck and he was blatantly fondling with your ass, squeezing it and shaking it in his hands nonchalantly. But what surprised Taehyung the most though was how none of the other guys in the room seemed to even blink at the sight, which lead him to the conclusion that the two of you must do this quite frequently in order to have such a lack of response.

Little moans of content and arousal would drift from the pair of you every now and then when you would either grind your hips down or he would buck his up against you, causing even the littlest bit of friction.

Taehyung had to admit, when he was invited to a party, this was not exactly what he was expecting. A party to him was loud music, dancing, drinks and having fun. Not…. this. Just a group of guys, sitting along the couches lethargically, smoking joints and drinking beer, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

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Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: I had an idea. Could you do Jughead x Reader where it’s jugs birthday and he wants to invite her over for dinner but he lives with Archie and Fred so he’s embarrassed and goes and asks for Fred’s permission if he can have his girlfriend over for his birthday and fill in the rest idk if I made this clear enough!

A/N: I changed the idea just a bit! SO glad I finally finished this. Hopefully you’ll still like it xx 

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Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

It was Jug’s birthday on Friday.

You wanted to do something with him but he told you that Archie and his dad were going to throw him a dinner party/barbeque.

He felt bad but you assured him that you two could do something before or after his birthday.

You two have been secretly dating for the past three months so obviously you weren’t expecting to go.

Especially since you lived on the other side of town and went to a different school.

What you didn’t plan for was Jug to ask Fred Andrews if you could come.

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“What Tumblr blog?” - Tom Holland

Word count: 2206

Request:

Anon: Hello, beautiful! Could you do a Peter X Reader with the prompts 4, 20 and 40? Thanks in advanvce, if you can 😊🖤

posey-is-my-daddy: 4? From the prompt list 💗 Haley

Anon: Hiii I was wondering if you would do a imagine with the numbers 3, 4, 45, 48 & 52? I know they’re all over the place and probs different days or stuff but yeah 💕

Annon: Hi! Can you do 40 with Tom please? Thank you !

3.     “You do realize, that I’m not actually Spider-Man, right?”

4.     “I found your Tumblr blog about me”

20.   Have you ever used your spider powers for something, I don’t know, kinky?“

40.   "Are you reading smut about yourself?”

45.   “You do realize we have thin walls right? I can hear when you talk to your friend about me”

48.   “We don’t we act out some of the stuff you wrote about me?”

52.   “Hey, I’m your new neighbo… holy shit, you’re Tom Holland”

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A/N: So I though some of these worked together, so I made them work together! And maybe, I’ll at some point actually write a Bad Boy AU. But I got another series coming up before that! I’ll maybe write a couple more prompts, before I post the series. Or I’ll post it when I reach 1500 followers! Whichever comes first! So I hope you enjoy this story. Tell me what you think! I love your feedback!


You had always just been a small-town girl, and now you were finally moving into your own apartment in London. Of course, you didn’t know anyone, so you thought you would great your neighbours. Which was why you were now standing outside the apartment next to yours, with a plate of cookies in your hand.

As the door opened, you mentally prepared yourself to great your new neighbour. You knew how small-town you might seem, but you didn’t feel like you could come empty handed. As a dark haired young man opened the door, and before your brain could comprehend who was standing in front of you, your mouth had already begun to speak.

Hey, I’m your new neighbo...” Your eyes widened as you realized who you were standing in front. “Holy shit, you’re Tom Holland

“Yes, I am. That introduction was rather easy, what’s your name, darling?” He asked, with a kind smile.

“My name? Yeah. It’s uh. Um. I don’t remember. I’m a little star struck right now. I’m sorry. What?” You just kept starring at him, not really able to understand that he was actually your new neighbour.

“That’s a new one. It’s alright really” He looked a little uncomfortable, and you somehow managed to snap out of your star struckness.

“I’m sorry. I was just a little surprised. I’m Y/n. My name is Y/n. I just moved in next door, and I brought cookies” You spoke faster than usually, and even though you were trying to stay calm, but you were still very much freaking out on the inside.

“Oh! That’s so nice of you. Eh, thank you, I think” He smiled at you awkwardly. “ehm. So. I’m having a party tonight. Just a couple of friends, nothing loud, but we are going to get drunk. Do you want to come? Get to uh, get to know each other maybe?”

“Yeah, sure! I’ll just. Come by later. Then. Okay. I’ll go now… See you tonight, I guess” You gave him the cookies, and hurried back to your apartment, hoping to avoid embarrassing yourself.  

As you walked into your new bedroom, you sat in your bed, leaning your head back against the wall, trying to calm down your beating heart. Was this really happening? Did you just meet Tom Holland? And did he really just invite you to a party?

Haz, I kinda invited my new neighbour to the party tonight. She’s hot! It was a bit awkward, because she seemed a bit starstrucked but maybe some alcohol will help with that? She even brought me cookies!… No. That was before she knew who i was… No, I’m not going to save some for you. They’re really good, so no” You could hear Tom talking on the phone in the room next to yours.

Your heart was no where near to slowing down now. Did he really think you were hot? This was good right? Your celebrity crush, thought you were hot, this had to be a good thing. How could this be a bad thing?

He also said you were awkward, so that wasn’t a good thing. What if you kept being awkward when you got drunk? You had a tendency to become very flirtatious when you got drunk. Maybe you would make things even awkwarder. This was just great, now you were even starting to mess up words.

***

You had spent 2 hours getting ready. Every piece of clothing you had found was either too formal, or too casual. To be honest, you didn’t really know how fancy you were supposed to be, so in the end, you decided to just go with it. So you were wearing some high waited jeans, and a tight crop top

Your makeup was fancier than usually, but not too much. You kept it simple. Normally you would go all in, because you loved the process of applying the make up, but tonight was different. Tonight, you wanted to keep it simple. You actually cared what Tom thought of you.

As you knocked on the door, you felt confident. It might have something to do with the shots you had taken before you left your own apartment. You weren’t drunk, you were just not sober enough to doubt yourself so much.

“Y/n! You’re just in time! We’re about to start playing most likely! You should totally join, get to know everyone” Tom said, smiling, as he opened the door. You blushed, remembering his phone call earlier.

As you walked into his apartment, you were greeted with a lot of different faces. You tried you best to remember everyone’s names, but the more alcohol you drank, the harder it got. At the end of the night, you were a flirting giggling mess. Maybe it was just your crush on Tom, but in your drunken state, you felt a kind of connection with him. Eventually everyone left, leaving just you and Tom.

“Tonight was fun. I’m glad that you moved in” He said, biting his lip. You were sitting next to each other on the couch, and his arm was carefully placed behind you, on the back of the couch.

“Totally! So much fun. So many names. Not really enough dancing, but that’s okay. I guess that’s just how you Londoners party” You said, giggling.

“Oh, so you want to dance?” Tom asked, quickly standing up, and bowing down. “Well, milady, can i have this dance?”  There was some quiet music playing in the background, as you looked at him.

“I’m not a very good slow dancer” You said nervously, as you took his hand.

“Just let me lead. I am a dancer after all” He winked at you, and you laughingly shook your head.

“Maybe we should just keep talking instead! I’m good at that. It’s hard to fuck that up” You tried, as you stayed seated in the couch.

“Do i need to remind you that you forgot your name, earlier today? So i do think it’s possible to fuck up talking” He laughed, as he gently pulled your hand.

“I just needed a confidence boost! And you saying i was hot, and that I made great cookies really did the trick!” You said. He stopped pulling your hand, while his face fell a little.

“How do you… How do you know that?” He asked, a little colour getting into his cheeks.

You do realize we have thin walls, right? I can hear when you talk to your friend about me” Now it was your turn to bite your lip. You had done it a lot of times this evening, and every time Tom would notice it.

“Of course we do” He said, sitting down next to you again. “So, I guess my secret is out. I do find you very attractive. And I been wanting to smear out that lipstick of yours all night”

“Oh really? Then what are you waiting for?” You whispered, letting go of your lip.

“Every one else to leave” He said quietly, as he slowly leaned closer.

“They already did” You answered, staying put. Was this really happening?

“Yeah” He breathed, as he connected your lips. Your teeth got knocked together, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The tension had built between you, and your first kiss ended up with a teeth knock. He smiled against your lips, as you continued the kiss.

When you pulled away from him, you were breathless. Your drunk self was so lost in the moment, and you just wanted to feel him on your lips again.

“I really want to take this further, but I think we’re both too drunk, for it to be a good idea” Tom said, while he tried to catch his breath.

“If you think that far, you’re not drunk enough, And don’t worry, I would never regret sleeping with you. I’ve had the biggest crush on Spider-man since I was 11” You told him, as you leaned closer to him again.

“Are you telling me, you’re not interested in me, but in my alter ego?” Tom asked, pretending to be offended, which made you laugh.

“I’m just thinking about how amazingly crazy the sex would be. Have you ever used your spider powers for something, I don’t know, kinky?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

You do realize, that I’m not actually Spider-Man, right? How drunk are you?“ He sent a funny face, as he laughed.

"I was kidding! I’m not that drunk. But in theory. Would Peter Parker use his spider powers in bed?” You asked in a serious voice, before laughing.

“What kind of kinky stuff are you into? That’s such a weird question!”

“I guess you’ll have to find out”

***

A month went by, and you and Tom got closer very quickly. The first week had been awkward, and none of you really know what to say to the other. At the end off the week, he had asked you on a date, and things got a bit smoother.

After your first date, you hadn’t spent many nights in your own apartment. If you did, Tom would often be with you. So in just a month, you had gotten really close. Close enough to being official, but not official official.

The best part was the late night conversations. A couple of times, you had said something you wish you hadn’t, and you would always pray that he would forget. Like the time you told him about your Tumblr blog. From the second the words left your mouth, you knew it was a mistake.

You had just mentioned that you at one point posted Marvel stories on Tumblr, and then after Tom got the Spider-Man part, it was suddenly very focused on Spider-Man, and maybe even a few times him. So of course, he had brought it up a couple of times. He wanted to see it, which there was no way you were going to let him. It would just be awkward. You had written smut about him. You were not going to explain that part too him.

So when you got home from work, you found Tom sitting on your bed, looking at his phone, with a very focused face. He only glanced up at you, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

“Hello to you too” You said, as you let yourself fall down beside him. “What are you doing?” You asked. You loved it when he looked focused. It didn’t turn you on, but it kinda turned you on.

“I’m on Tumblr. There’s a lot of fanfic about me. Even something called smut. It’s really dirty, and kinda weird, but also strangely captivating” He said, eyes still on the screen.

“Wait, are you reading smut about yourself? Isn’t that kind of like watching a porn with yourself in it?” You asked, smiling. Internally praying that he hadn’t found any of your fics yet.

“It’s super weird, but i think i’m kinda into it. It’s hot” He said, as he finally looked at you, sending you a smirk. A smirk you had learned all too well. “And darling, by the way. I found your Tumblr blog about me. It’s really flattering. You’re a really good writer. I especially like the ones where you get really descriptive”

“Oh” Was all you managed to get out, as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You felt the air getting stuck in lungs, and every part of your body was telling you to run away.

You look like a deer in headlights. Don’t worry. I don’t think it’s creepy at all. I liked it, i really did. If anything, it only made me more into you” He reassured you.

Ehm. I’m not. What blog? What smut? Don’t know anything about any of that” You got out, as you more shy than you had ever felt.

“‘Oh darling. Why don’t we act out some of the stuff you wrote about me? Maybe that’ll jog your memory. Those deer eyes, got me thinking of one of your stories. Bad boy AU i think you called it” He said in a seducing voice, as he leaned closer to you.

“What? No, don’t remember it” You stayed frozen in your spot, as Tom kept moving closer to you.

“Really? It’s about us being kind of together, but not completely. Then there’s this really hot scene, where I just kiss you, and then tie you up when you’re not paying attention” As he got closer to you, you once again lost your breath again.

While you were still searching for words, he closed the space between you. His lips were more in control than they usually were, and you let yourself fall under his control. When you were deep into the kiss, he lead your arms up to the bedframe, and you felt something tighten around your wrist.

He broke away from, and looked at you with a playful smile.

“Are we really doing this?” You asked, trying to catch your breath. You had to admit, that him taking control really turned you on, and made you forget everything else.

“I’m just doing what you wrote. So everything we do tonight, is all to your credit”

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S.Coups (Seungcheol): Softy Coups would be all flustered and surprised. You had made the first moves out of the blue. Youtook him by surprise backstage at an award show. They had just won their prize and out of excitement, all you thought of doing was kissing him. He had had a two for the price of one that evening! His award and you.

“Oh my! I don’t know what’s better: the award or your lips?”

Jeonghan: After taking you out at a couple of dates, you two would have FINALLY kissed. He had been waiting for that moment for some time and couldn’t wait to brag to the boys about how lucky he was to have kissed you. When he went back to the dorms, he couldn’t talk about anything else than your lips and how amazing they were.

“Guess whose the coolest guy in the block? ME”

Joshua (Jisoo): You had spent the day with all the boys, helping them to buy new clothes, since sometime they had absolutely no idea what to wear and how to wear their clothes. So you helped them with your advices. At the end of the day, before they got in their van to go back to the dorm, you quickly pecked Jisoo on the lips and immediately left, leaving him there, shook and completely speechless. 

“Huh…?”

Jun (Junhui): This poor baby would be so shocked. He was so used to doing the first moves that seeing you kissing him instead of him kissing you left him completely frozen. He wasn’t too sure of what was going on. You had been practicing a duet with him for a show and had caught feelings for the boy. What could you do better than kissing him?

“Oh…well…this dance could get a little more interesting then…”

Hoshi (Soonyoung): You had been best friends with Soonyoung for a while (since forever) and you always had feelings for him. But he became a trainee, then an idol and got many arranged dates, many who broke your heart. But one day, you snuck inside the Pledis dorm building thanks to Soonyoung and went in the dorm with him without anyone knowing. That was when you finally decided to take things in your own hands, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in a kiss. But when you pulled away, he screamed in joy. Now everyone in town would know you were with him. 

“OMMO WE FINALLY KISSED!!!!!!!!”

Wonwoo: Wonwoo would be more cocky and cute about your first kiss. You went out together at a parc, holding hands and talking about whatever book you were reading. He was more silent but you completed him perfectly since you could talk for two. You two had been going out, holding hands and cuddling but nothing really went further than that until you blantly kissed him during one of your dates. He would have smirked and chuckled, pouting his lips again, waiting for another kiss. 

“Well…I’m waiting!”

Woozi (Jihoon): You walking downtown Seoul together, talking about the weather and how work was. He wasn’t much of a fan of PDA (public display of affection) so you both kept your hands in your pockets, and simply walked side by side. You had been hanging out for some time since he was teaching you how to write songs and everything related to the production. He had always been cute and fun and even dared, from time to time to do aegyo for you even if he absolutely hated it. So in town, he stopped in a local grocery store to buy something to drink for both you and him, to thank him, you sweetly pecked his lips and blushed. He smiled at you and gave you a finger-heart as you saw his cheeks brightening red. 

“I guess I’ll buy you stuff to drink more often”

The8 (Minghao): This cutie would be so flustered and happy, he wouldn’t stop smiling. You were both on the porch of your appartment, playing with eachother’s fingers before leaving to go to bed on each of your sides. He had taken you out on a date, eating ramyeon and ice cream and had taken you downtown to walk. On the porch, he kept making you laugh and couldn’t stop smiling at how cute you looked when you laughed. Before leaving to go to bed, you gently placed a sweet, innocent kiss on his lips, wishing him good night and went inside. He did the same and smiled widely.

“Good night jagi” 

Mingyu: This tall fucker would be sooooooooooo cocky and proud of himself for kissing you. He had taken you to the fair that was happening that weekend. He won a plushie for you and bought you popcorn. You know the cliché of people kissing at the top of the ferris wheel? Well that was exactly what happened. You were together at the top of the ferris wheel and he slipped his hand across your shoulders and proceeded to kiss your cheek at first, just to see if you were into it. Matter of a fact, you smiled and blushed, giving him the signal he wanted to gently stroke your cheek, guiding your lips to his. He seperated your lips with his and kissed you for a moment, really digging into it, caressing your hair. When you two parted and smiled at you and kissed your forehead. 

“Do you like my new chapstick jagi?”

DK (Seokmin): Your couple was more or less arranged with Pledis. Yes, you were another idol for the company, but you always had had this massive crush on Seokmin. But he did too. When the company proposed that the two of you start a relationship as a publicity stunt, you both agreed. But quickly, it became much more than just a publicity stunt. You were actually falling for one another. You were both seen together out in town, holding hands, going to eat and going to a karaoke together. You had a lot of fun together and once, during a karaoke with the other boys and your girl group, you were sat on the sofa, waiting for you turn with Seokmin. He proceeded to smile at you before ravashing your lipstick with his lips, kissing you passionately, in front of everybody. Hansol looked shocked and laughed:

“Look at those two lovers! Aren’t they cute?”

Seungkwan: As he starred in a brand new drama, Seungkwan knew that he had a scene coming that he had to kiss you. But he didn’t think it could have been so nerve wrecking! You were gorgeous and it intimidated him so much, he didn’t know what to do. In the scene, he was the one supposed to kiss you, but after multiple takes, he never did. So you took matters in your own hands and kissed him. When the scene cut, he lifted his hands to his chest, rather shocked at your actions.

“Wow…it was amazing…”

Vernon (Hansol): Hansol had invited you to a party where, at the end, you got drunk. When he saw you starting flirting with any boy, he decided that it was time for you to go to bed, in the comfort of your home. He took you by the hand and walked you home, in the middle of the night, to make sure that you’d get home safe. Since he had been at your house more than a few times, he invited himself in to get you to bed. Being the sweetheart that he is, he put you to bed, undressed you respectfully, placed you under your sheets and before he could close the light, you took him by the neck, pulling him to you and kissing him. He pulled away and gave you a strange look. 

“Wow…you are really drunk noona…”

Dino (Chan): Chan was awkward around girls. It only fit that you told him what to do when he didn’t get the hint that you wanted a kiss. You looked at him, eyes wide “Are you going to kiss me or not?” you said, slightly shocking him. But, of course, he gave you what you wanted and parted your lips with his, placing a sweet, yet, clumsy kiss on your lips. He couldn’t help but smile afterwards, feeling amazing and happier than ever. 

“Woah, it was so cool! Can we try it again?”

A Girl Called Mike - Part 2

Originally posted by highwaytosupernatural

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: About 3500

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

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Warnings: Language, Violence

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions! 

Special thanks to @misguidedconqueress for the suggestions, feedback and for putting up with me! :)

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“Listen, there’s something I feel like I should tell you.” You started and paused, the next words not coming out of your mouth. “This place is sick. You bring all the babes down here?” You raved, keeping up the demeanor.

“Not quite, only a few close friends know about it. We keep it pretty private.” Sam stated.

“Ah, too bad, I could totally see a pole right here.” You showed them between the war room and the library, kicking yourself mentally for taking it too far.

Dean hit Sam’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “Not a bad idea.” He agreed with a chuckle.

“Respectfully so.” You cleared your throat. “So, uh, for the Vodnik, I can go through any of these books?” You asked Sam.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll help you out.” Sam responded.

“No, I don’t want to be a burden.” You said.

“It’s okay, he gets off on it.”  Dean rationalized.

“I’m sure there is something more important for you to be doing.” You started again.

“Other than looking for another case, not really.” Sam insisted.

“Well, while you two nerds continue your sleep over, I’m going to grab some grub.” Dean joked and left for the kitchen.

“So, you got a system in place here?” You asked Sam.

“Yeah, some chronologically, others geographically.” Sam explained.

“This thing seemed to have an accent. East European.” You hypothesized.

“Okay. That gives me an idea of where we could start.” Sam concluded, grabbing some books off the shelves and handing them to you.

Not soon after you had started flipping through the pages, Dean came out with burgers and beer that no diner or bar could ever come close too.

“Oh my god,” You said with your mouth full. “This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

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ALL TO MYSELF (ASA BUTTERFIELD IMAGINE | ASA X READER) [requested]

Originally posted by lovezucks

s-e-x-l-o-s-t said to embrace-the-peculiar:

ok your writing is just SO good!!! your Asa Butterfield kick ass! If you are taking requests could you do an Asa imagine where him and the reader are best friends and Asa is becoming so close with Ella and the reader is a little sad because she actually have a crush on him and he only realizes that he feels the same that while he is distant the reader is now Finn’s really good friend and confident

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Notice Me!

“Only look at me, Princess.”

Genre: Teen stuff, romance, fluff

Pairing: Teacher!Jungkook x reader, BadBoy!Yoongi x reader

Song rec:  Blush (티가 나) by Sanchez

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“You’ve been grading those papers for two hours now.”

Jungkook grunted, scribbling onto the paper. The red pen wriggled in between his fingers as he squinted at the answers on the paper. After finally marking the final test in his class, Jungkook let out a sigh. Dropping the pen onto the table, it rolled loudly as he pressed his back against the wooden chair. He winced as his muscles stiffened. He was tired. Glancing at his phone, he turned it on with the push of a button:

12:45am

He sighed once more, running a hand down his face. He craned his head over his shoulder to Yugyeom. His friend was sprawled across his sofa underneath an abundance of pillows. He frowned, ruffling the back of his head, “Stop working for once and come chill with me.”

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Headcanon: Bill meeting your family

Yes! Another headcanon! I swear I’ll get to all the fic requests ASAP but these headcanons are so fun and easy to write. Plus, they help inspire me :)

As a special bonus, I included you meeting Bill’s family as well. I hope you like it! Please send me more headcanons. I have way too much fun doing them. 

I tried to make this vague as possible, but this headcanon assumes you have a good relationship with both parents and your siblings. Feel free to sub in close friends and loved ones instead of family members.  

Send me headcanons! 

Warnings: swearing. I have a potty mouth sometimes. Fluff. 

Originally posted by lorn0graphy

Bill Meeting Your Family

  • You would be so nervous for him to meet your family. Will Bill think your family is weird? Will your parents like him?
  • Bill would probably meet your siblings (or close friends if you are an only child) first.
  • You would run into them somewhere like a grocery store and you would introduce him.
  • Bill would be very shy around them at first. He would eventually become comfortable around them and be his sweet, silly self.
  • At first, your sibling would be very skeptical of Bill and protective of you. Bill would quickly win them over and they would all be laughing, making inside jokes.
  • He loves your siblings so much that they make plans to hang out again soon.
  • Your sibling would whisper to you “don’t screw this one up” jokingly but also, not joking.
  • One day, Bill would be laughing at a text. “Baby, what is it?”.
  • “Your sister is so hilarious sweetheart. Read this!”.
  • Eventually, you would finally introduce him to your parents. Dun dun dun!
  • If your parents are still together, they would invite Bill out for a quiet dinner.
  • If they are not together, they would each invite him out to a restaurant with you and him.
  • They would be a little skeptical of him at first because he is a famous actor, but he would quickly win them over because of how much he loves you.
  • Your more protective parent (for me it’s my mom) would take a little longer to win over.
  • She would see the way Bill looks at you and she would melt.
  • Bill would hold your hand the whole time. He really wants to impress your parents, and he is so nervous.
  • Soon enough, you would all be having a great time.
  • Your mom would ask Bill when you are getting married.
  • You would be so embarrassed; Billy would blush.
  • After meeting your parents, they would want you two to stay over at their place, in separate bedrooms of course (or they would put poor Billy on the couch). He would try to sneak into your room in the middle of the night.
  • He wouldn’t even want to do anything sexual; he just can’t sleep without you.
  • Well, OK, you would for sure make out in your childhood bedroom.
  • Billy would love looking at all your stuff and make fun of the people you had crushes on when you were a teenager.
  • “Can we take him back to our place?” he would say, picking up your favorite childhood stuffed animal.
  • He would look at your yearbook and say “I wish I knew you back then. I would have totally had a crush on you”.
  • You would argue with him “No you wouldn’t. I’ve seen your teenage pictures. You were gorgeous, and I was awkward as fuck”  
  • He would keep insisting that he would have been in love with you from afar and would have written bad poetry about you.
  • You both agree that you are just happy that you know each other now.
  • After meeting the parents and siblings, Bill would eventually meet the rest of your family at weddings and various family functions. They would all love him because who doesn’t love Billy?
  • Bill would love to play with your little cousins/ younger siblings. He would run around and play whatever games they wanted to play; if they need a scary monster, Pennywise would come out. Do they need a gallant prince? Bill would slay all the dragons. Ninja warrior time? Bill would give them their missions.
  • Seeing Bill with the little ones really kicks your ovaries into overdrive.

Meeting Bill’s Family

  • You would meet his family in chunks. First, you would run into some of his brothers at parties and around town.
  • Eventually, you would start hanging out with some of his siblings on a regular basis.
  • His Dad would come to town and he would ask you if it is ok for you to meet him. Of course, you would say yes, even though you are very intimidated. Who wouldn’t want to meet the legendry Stellan Skarsgård!
  • About 6 months into your relationship, Bill would ask you to meet his mother and fly you both to Sweden.
  • Bill’s mom would be worried you that you might break his heart because he has had his heart broken before. After spending some time with you, she is less worried because she sees how devoted you are to each other’s happiness.
  • You would meet the rest of his family at a big party. Bill would keep asking if you were ok and if you needed a break.
  • You would really bond with his sister.
  • You would get medical advice from his mom and brother.
  • Before you leave Sweden, Bill would ask his mother (without you there) what she thought about you.
  • Mama Skarsgård would give you here full seal of approval.
Intrigue - Part One

Finally the time has come! Part one of my Lafayette series is complete and what perfect timing because it’s Lafayette’s birthday! I’m super excited about starting this new series and I hope you like it! If you want to be tagged in part two please let me know!

Pairing: Lafayette/ Reader

Era: Late 1700s- early 1800s

Word count: 2000ish

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“Don’t look so sullen (Y/N),” your father chastised.

“I’m not sullen Father. I just don’t see why I have to go to the party. It’s terribly boring and all of the men…”

“Enough! You are my only daughter and it is your obligation to go to this party. We are personally invited every year by Monsieur Deforest and I will not tolerate you insulting our host.”

“But Father…” You tried to argue.

“I won’t hear another word (Y/N),” your father interrupted, “Please just try to have a good time and maybe you will catch someone’s eye. Do you like the new dress I brought you back from Paris?

“It’s lovely,” you said quietly as you smoothed your skirt.

“You look like your mother with your hair done like that. Go on now mon cher, you don’t want to be late,” he said with a loving smile.


The Deforest family was the wealthiest family in your town. Their winter ball was something everyone looked forward too as soon as the seasons began to change. There was music, dancing, good food, and everyone who was anyone was invited. You frown as you walked up into the entry way of their mansion. It was no secret to you that your father was hoping that you would find a suitable man at one of these parties and he had taken it upon himself to make sure you attended every single one. It was exhausting to say the least. In a small town such as this there were vary few bachelors that your father found acceptable and none of them had managed to keep your attention. They didn’t seem to enjoy the fact that you were an educated woman with an opinion.

“Here we go,” you whispered as you walked into the ballroom.

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reality is harsh (M)

rating: M
genre/warning: smut, slight daddy kink, swearing
word count: 1.4k
pairing: Namjoon x reader
summary: “because reality is a bitch.”


You felt a chill behind your spine, feeling someone’s gaze upon you. For some reason, it suddenly felt like you were going to get devoured anytime if he wished to. You turned around and spotted whose eyes were staring at you. It was as if those eyes were actually undressing you to the least amount of clothes possible up to the point that there was actually none. You tried to play it off, deciding to take a sip from your champagne.

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Ice Cream Smiles || Peter Parker [[request]]

[[request prompt: Peter Parker x reader where her friends are super popular and nice but she’s introverted and shy and they’re all at a party but she’s outside by herself because it’s too much and Peter walks by and sucks it up and realizes this is his chance to talk to you and he realizes your sad and takes you out to get ice cream then a walk in the park and it’s all fluff and he asks you out on a real date. ]]

All of you readers make me so happy 

(/ω\) 

I was not expecting such a positive response to ||Smile Like You Mean It|| 

I promise I’ll reopen requests soon ♡ I’ve just got two more requests to write after this one. 

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: closed}}

word count: 4,500+

don’t repost/plagiarize this story! reblogs are fine!


“It’s really not fair how gorgeous Liz is.” Ned Leeds sighs, admiring the popular girl with her group of friends from afar. The smitten teen stares at the way she throws her long strands of hair back as her eyes sparkled from beneath the hallway light.

“Uh-huh.” Peter Parker hears his best friend and tries to act cool, placing his textbooks back inside his locker while sneaking glances at Liz Allan. He gulps and slowly begins trailing his eyes away from Liz, landing on the girl that stood awkwardly to the side next to Liz.

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Bathing Suit

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events

Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset. That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.

A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^




“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no time.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!” you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for $20, too.

You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping excursion reminded you of why you quit in the first place.

It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend, the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions, training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a simple reason.

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Night Changes (Stark!Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word count: 2499

 Summary: The reader and Pietro head out to a party that the reader is invited to, when the reader is approached by a persistent douche bag.

 Warnings: drinking, douche bag party dudes. Be safe out there kiddos 

 A/N: I love writing Stark!Reader x Pietro and you all know that. Also kind of inspired by the song Night Changes by One Direction because 1D 4ever!!


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Catch a Falling Star

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 2264 (Part 2)

A/N: Part 2 of a Soulmate AU mini-series. I’m uncertain how many “parts” will make up this mini-series – the original outline is for 5, but my muse has a sordid history of adding more plot twists, turns, and verbs than I initially anticipate and/or know what to do with. Thank you ALL for the overwhelmingly KIND and POSITIVE feedback thus far! I hope/strive not to disappoint. Enjoy the ride. (P.S. Still on vacation mode and taking advantage of a quaint coffee shop with wifi on this rainy afternoon – will respond personally when I have normal internet access.)

Summary: What if angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Cue the hurt/comfort and mandatory associate angst (be warned, it gets heavy). Angels are a damned stubborn lot, and in this regard Castiel is no different from his kin.

Catch up if you missed a chapter: Part 1

Man seemingly drops out of the sky. With an absolute disregard for common sense given your lakeside isolation, you invite the peculiar stranger into your home. You convince him to disrobe and shower. Obviously his common sense could also do with some fine tuning – what sensible person follows a random stranger home and immediately consents to getting naked? Alright, it wasn’t immediate, he put up a gallant protest and you routed his muddied multi-layer modesty at every turn until he acquiesced and passed his trench coat, suit, and shoes through the barely cracked door of the bathroom. Perhaps you’ve underestimated your powers of persuasive speech all these years. Perhaps you should consider a new career revolving around this superpower. Lawyer? Lobbyist? Nah.

Hissssssssss. Beep!

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xerxia31  asked:

Esteemed everlark writer, cheerleader and fangirl extraordinaire @appleblossomgirl0305 completes another revolution around the sun on March 5th. Could I request a drabble to celebrate? She loves friends to lovers, and stories where Everlark adventures together discovering each other and building a relationship. And smut ;) Thank you thank you thank you!

Originally posted by creamphilled

Happiest of birthdays to you @appleblossomgirl0305! To celebrate, the incomparable @lvfics has crafted this wonderful morsel of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!


Weekenders

Rating: M

It’s still light out when the doorbell rings. The sun sits low in the sky, warm orange light flows in from the large windows. Brought to her feet by the incessant ringing, Katniss opens the door to find Peeta standing in the hallway. His bright smile is overshadowed only by the greasy bag of cheese buns in his hands.

“You’re spoiling me,” Katniss says, stepping aside to invite him in.

“Get your own cheese buns,” he scoffs. “These are mine.”

She stares pointedly at him until he finally gives up the bag. With a laugh, Peeta kicks his shoes off and makes himself comfortable on the sofa. Katniss plops down next to him, biting into a steaming pastry.

“What’s on the agenda tonight?” she asks as he scrolls through the channels.

It’s become their ritual. Every weekend Peeta’s brothers invite everyone they know and trash the place with their round-the-clock party. Just the thought of it makes Katniss exhausted. So before the party hits full swing, Peeta makes his escape and spend the weekend with Katniss in her more modest studio. The whole thing started when she found him sleeping on a patio chair in the courtyard one Sunday morning and invited him in for breakfast. The following week he was at her door with a bag of cheese buns. Friends ever since.

“You need DVR,” Peeta says, landing on a cooking channel. “You’re living in the dark ages.”

“Nope,” Katniss says flatly. “Then you’ll never leave.”

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Dylan request #1

Request: Dylan request — you moved to Littleton when you were in 4th grade, then Eric moved in a little bit later. The 3 of you grew up as best friends. While you and Eric had a small middle school past (that didn’t last long as you both realized you’re better off as best friends) you did develop a crush on Dylan in high school. You don’t know it but Dylan likes you too. It’s senior year, and Eric has realized what’s going on ages ago. You’re at a party, 7 mins in heaven is the game - go from there :)            

((im so sorry this took me so long!! I’ve been working so hard on this. I hope you enjoy!!))

“Hey, Reb, pass the lighter.” I fumble with the cigarette hanging off my upper lip. Eric threw a red lighter to me. I lit my cigarette and inhaled, staring off blankly in the distance before handing it back.

Eric had been my best friend ever since seventh grade, even though we had a little fling in middle school. We made out one time, behind the shed where they kept all of the P.E equipment. All of those raging 13 year old hormones were pumping and we smooched. I expected it to be magical, like in the movies, but no. It was wet, sloppy, his tongue was like a dagger stabbing in the back of my throat, it was wayyy too toothy, and he left half of my face covered in spit. Needless to say, we decided to go back to being best friends a few days later and agreed to never speak of the event again.

“Yo, y/n.” Eric calls, taking a puff off his cigarette.
“Sup.” I looked up at him from where I was sitting.
“You coming to that party tonight?” He leaned against the fence stood behind us.
“Probably not,” I shake my head. “Everyone that goes to those stupid parties makes me want to kill myself.” I said with a harshness in my voice. I meant it, I really did hate the people that went to our school.
“Okay, listen,” he paused to take another drag of his cigarette, “I hate those fuckers just as much as you, if I had the chance to blow their fucking heads off I would in a heart beat. But this really hot girl invited me and-”
“absolutely not.” I cut him off. “I am not going to be your wing woman at some fucking party.”
“When have I ever been invited to a party by a hot chick before?”
“Never.” I sigh, a slight bit of guilt in my voice.
”Exactly. Fuckin never. Just do me this solid.”
I didnt want to, I really didn’t, but Eric was my best friend. I exhale sharply, “Fine.” The way his face had lit up made it all worth it.


Me, Eric and Dylan had all grown up together. I moved to Littleton, Colorado when I had just turned 9. I met Dylan on the first day of 4th grade in school. I was late for school due to my stubborn Mom who insisted she knew a quick route to the school, despite having lived in the town less than a two weeks. By the time I reached my classroom, I knew that all of the seats would have been taken and I was frantically searching for a place to sit. The class teacher was nice, she spoke sweetly to me and asked my name. I saw one kid gesturing for me to sit next to him. It just so happened that the boy who offered me a seat was Dylan. We instantly hit it off. When you’re 9 and 10 you don’t care who your best friend is or whether you have common interests, but me and Dylan did. After school every day, we would rush home as quickly as our legs would take us so we were home in time to watch our favorite cartoons. My Mom would always have baked goods ready for us as soon as we got home for me and him to binge on. He was like an addition to our family. Dylan struggled a lot when middle school came around, as he was excruciatingly shy and quiet. We got picked on a lot for being weird and quiet. We were outcasts to everyone else. We sat by ourselves for the first year, neither of us having many friends other than each other and Nate. Over the years there, Dylan was my security blanket. He would make me feel better about all the horrible things girls said to me. We boosted each others confidence a lot. We met Eric in seventh grade, and became pretty close rather quickly. We would all hang out every night and play video games.


Me and Eric were standing by our lockers when Dylan approached us.
“Hey, V, guess what.” Eric said through a toothy grin.
“You got invited to a party by a hot girl.” Dylan replied with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice.
Eric’s grin quickly vanished, “Yes. How’d you know?!”
“You’ve told me at least six times, dude. I’m still not going.” Dylan hissed back.
“C’mon, dude, y/n is coming.” Eric nudged Dylan.
Dylan looked towards me in confusion because he knew I hated parties, “I’m being forced too, V.” I shook my head.
Dylan laughed under his breath a little bit, “Nah, dude, I’m not-”
“I swear to God, Dylan. I know where you live and I know how to make pipe bombs.” Eric said in an almost threatening tone but it still had a slight playfulness to it.
“Fuck, fine I go. Don’t blow up my house, Jesus.” Dylan let out a barely audible laugh under his breath and smiled towards us.
“Fuck yeah, V, cya tonight.” Eric smirked like a kid who had just won first place in a race.
Dylan walked off to whatever class he had next, leaving me and Eric alone. I lean against the lockers, throwing my head back and let out an audible groan, “Why is he sooooo cute.” I whimper out.
“This whole ‘crush on Dylan’ thing needs to stop.” Eric sighed.
“Yeah…” I suspire heavily whilst I followed Eric to our next class, “I know.”
“You know what I hate?” I prepared myself for one of Eric’s long-ass speeches about bitches standing in the middle of a corridor or something but the words that escaped his lips were actually quite wise. “When girls wait for the guy to ask them out. Like, Dylan’s a shy guy, he can hardly look at a girl without cumming in his pants. What makes you think he’s going to get the balls to ask you out? Like, I know we’re just friends ‘n’ shit but fuck, y/n, you’re pretty fucking attractive.”
“That was over in middle school, Reb.” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and listen for a second,” He pauses while he thought of something to say, “What I’d do in this situation is 1 of 3 things. 1,blow their fucking head off, if you can’t have them then no one can. 2, get the fuck over them, no time for moping over some pussy you’re never going to get. Or 3, get over self, walk your ass over to them and tell them you fucking like them. Like a bitch can’t blame you for trying, right?” 


So many questions ran through my head after he said that. Should I really just get over Dylan? How? Why? Should I tell him how I feel? Should I blow his fucking brains out? I know i was thinking irrationally but I really cared about Dylan. Ever since my first year at Columbine High School I had feelings for him. I don’t know when the feelings began but after it had a been like a roller coaster. That’s the perfect simile actually. It was like a roller coaster. When I first started getting feelings for him it was like being in the queue, thinking what the hell am I doing? This is bat shit crazy! Who’s idea was this?! This isn’t safe at all!  And then when I realized my feelings for him was like sitting in the seat, waiting for the safety barriers to come down. Just wanting to jump off and scream ‘I WANT TO GET OFF!’ but then it was too late. The ride started and I couldn’t get off. Every time I would see him was a big, steep drop shooting down; every time I heard his voice it was like going around a big loop; every time he touched me there was a big twist. I wanted him so badly, I just didn’t know what to do. I loved the roller coaster but it terrified me at the same time. Whenever I thought I had it under control, there would be another drop, loop or turn thrown my way. I couldn’t believe something Eric fucking Harris said made me have this epiphany.
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Me and Eric arrived at the house where the party was being hosted. Eric pulled out a cigarette. Needless to say he was shitting himself. None of us had ever been to a proper party before. A party to Eric was 4 of us sitting playing Doom with a bottle of some sort of alcohol but now we were at an actual party. It was filled with at least 50 people.

Eric smoked slowly trying to avoid the huge groups of people within the house. We could feel the vibrations of loud music shake the nearby ground outside. We were nervous, although Eric didn’t want to admit it.
“S-should we just go in?” His voice cracked.
“I guess so…”

I felt like holding his hand as if he had to be guided in by a parent or guardian; my nerves made me want to grab his hand even more. Eric stamped out his cigarette and we etch close to the house.

The scent of cheap beer and the loss of virginity filled my nose, making me cringe. Eric’s eyes scanned the room, most likely looking for the ‘hot’ girl who invited him.
“Maybe we should look around?” I suggested while looking at his scared, little face, which I found adorable.
“Yeah.” his breath rasped in his throat, it sounded as if he just dry-swallowed a big pill.

We didn’t really search, him and I just kind of hid away from the big crowds of people making us feel uncomfortable. Eric had never been good with the ladies, I don’t know how he ever got me in middle school.

We hadn’t really followed a pacific path, we just went where we went and followed one another. I eventually found a drink in my hand and after a few I was beginning to feel a little tipsy. We slipped down some stairs into a room where the party continued, but in much smaller numbers. I, fortunately, glance in a corner where I saw a few familiar lanky figures. I felt relieved to see some people I actually knew in this house, other than Eric. I staggered over to the group of boys. Dylan had his cute little smile on his face as I approached.
“Sup, V.” I beamed at him, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“H-Have you been drinking?” He sounded a little nervous, probably because I was cuddling him.
“Just a little,” I giggle, “ Why? Do I smell like alcohol?”
“No, just…” His sentence trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say.
“I think you,” Eric pulled me off Dylan, keeping me balanced, “need to sit the fuck down.”
“Yeah.” Dylan laughed, searching for a place for the group to sit.
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We sat for a while, just cracking jokes and laughing, and before we knew it a bottle of Jack Daniels had come and gone. .
Eric shook the empty glass bottle in the air, “Truth or dare, anyone?” He asks the group.
We each nod out head and Eric spins the bottle.

After a few rounds, it landed on me.
“Truth or dare?” Eric grinned.
I think for a moment, “uhh, dare.”
A smirk grew on his face “Seven minutes in heaven,”
“Eric,” I sigh, “I love you ‘n’ everything, but you’re my best friend.” I place my hand upon his shoulder, “this isn’t middle school anymore and I-”
He swiftly interpreted me, his smirk growing wider and keeping eye contact with me, “with Dylan.”
My face was wiped of all expression, I wanted to knock the look of his smug-ass face look of his face so badly. I pause, trying to comprehend what he had just done. “uhum, what?”
“You heard.” He folded his arms, his eyes flicking from me to Dylan.
“Reb, dude I-” Dylan stuttered nervously.
“A, a, a, it’s a dare. You have to do it.” Eric replied, folding his arms.
“Stop being so childish, Reb.” I slur and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not being childish, you’re just being a pussy.” He sneered.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not
.” “Are too.”
“Fuck sake, Reb.” At the time I didn’t know whether to punch him or thank him. Then I realised, I was drunk enough to do it without everything being awkward at school if Dylan didn’t like me but if Dylan was into it then I could say I was sober enough to be into it too. Fuck I loved Eric.

“It’s funny,” He snickered, “you’re such a prude, y/n, I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
“Y'know what, fine.” I pulled myself up, “come one, Dyl, let’s go find a closet.” Eric looked genuinely shocked, as did Dylan.

Dylan didn’t have time to comply or protest, before what I had said sunk into his brain I had dragged him up and was already trying to find a free closet. It was more difficult than I originally thought to find an unoccupied closet. Eventually, we did find one, I shoved Dylan and quickly locked the door behind us.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Dylan,” I leaned against the door, “I just wanted to prove Eric wrong.”
“Ah, it’s fine.” He said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“W-Well it’s not that I don’t want, Just I…” I looked down at my shuffling feat, I felt nervous, not too sure what to do.

There was a few moments of silence, during this silence I found myself sliding my back down the door, sitting upon the floor. Dylan eventually joined me. He leaned his head against the door and spoke softly:
“Remember in 5th grade when I had a crush on that Amanda girl?”
“Yeah, what about her?”
“Remember when I spilled apple juice on my pants right in front of her.”
I giggle at the fond childhood memories, “Yeah, you were so sad.”
“Yeah, I know. I think that’s where my fear of walking to women came from,” He ran a hand through his hair, “ That’s why I’ve never been able to confess my feelings for this girl that I’ve liked for a while.”
“Oh,” I look at the ground, fiddling with my hair, “that’s shitty.”
“Yeah. You know,” he took a deep breath, “I used to think you could never get over childhood fears, the little anxieties that would keep you up at night as a kid. Everything seemed so big and important then. Even the smallest thing felt like it would change everything, but it didn’t and it never did. I don’t know anymore. You can’t run away from your fears forever, right?”
“Right.” I nod, turning my head so I was looking at the side of his face.
“I think I’m ready to overcome a really big fear I’ve had for a long time.” Dylan interlocked his fingers around mine, causing me to blush, “I really like you, y/n.” He spoke gently, the words left his mouth softly and soothed my body.
“I really like y-you too, Dylan.” The roller coaster feeling felt really real at that moment. It was exciting, I was loving the twists and turns, even though they made it feel like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I leaned in and stroked his cheek softly, which turned his face towards mine. Dylan’s lips brushed against mine, it felt so innocent and so sweet. His lips were like silk that ran across mine. Dylan’s hands caressed my cheek. His movements weren’t lustful, they were kind and I could feel the good intentions in each of his touches. My heart fluttered as he whispered my name into the kiss, he prolonged each syllable which caused me to shudder. My fingers ran through his dirty blonde locks and stroked his soft curls. I pulled him as close as I could, until there was no space between us. Dylan could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest but I didn’t care, I wanted the kiss to last forever. His hand being placed ever so carefully on my cheek, just below my ear, comforted me. He moved one hand to my waist, causing my breath to sharpened. It became heavier, deeper, and more heated. The kiss was becoming more passionate and was rapidly losing it’s innocents.
“Yo, faggots.” A voice, presumably Eric’s, yelled from behind the door of the closet.
“7 minutes already?” He giggled and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

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Hey y’all~ Sorry I didn’t post yesterday (like I said I would) but my internet was down sooo…(?) I’m here now!
Day Four: Yoongi Smut~
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture used.


Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,718 

Parings: Yoongi and reader

Group: BTS

The final bell for the day rang indicating the beginning of the weekend. Just as you were about to gather your things and rush out the room your teacher Mr. Kim’s deep voice was heard through the shuffling of your classmates quick movements to the door, it wasn’t a shock that your best friend, Yoongi was already gone.

“Don’t forget, your projects are due this Monday, so finish up on what you haven’t yet to do.” You immediately froze, you had forgotten the due date for your project. Both you and Yoongi thought you had another week’s time to finish it up. 

You quickly finished gathering your things to find your project partner in the waves of people heading to the nearest doors. After dodging mindless people and slumped bodies as they pasted, you figure it would be best to head to you locker first before trying to find him, maybe then the amount of chaos would died down a bit.

As you carefully shuffled to the other side of the hall, your locker came into view and so did the dark hair figure that stood leaning onto the surrounding ones. His focus directed towards the phone that he held in his hands, but as you got closer, his head jerked up in your direction but quickly returned to his phone once he saw it as you.

“Took you long enough.” He finally spoke as you opened your locker.

“I was looking for you.”

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the town of olddell | do kyungsoo

pairing: kyungsoo x reader

genre: fluff, angst, some kissing

word count: 1,745

summary: street singer kyungsoo gets invited to perform at the prince’s birthday, but he sees that the beautiful princess is in danger.

Do Kyungsoo never considered himself to be ‘famous’. He was popular, yes, but he never thought of the word ‘famous’. He knew that moving from town to town made him one of the more well known singers around the country, but when he was requested by King Kim to sing at his son’s, Prince Junmyeon, birthday party, he was completely shocked.

Olddell was always one of his favorite towns to be in. It was full of happy townspeople and none of the guards ever mistreated anyone. Everything was fair and just.

Kyungsoo usually would set up his small tent near the town’s shopping space so he’d get extra tips by passersbys. He had his guitarist, Park Chanyeol, travel with him everywhere. He considered them a team and he always refused playing a show without him.

During his fourth visit to Olddell, while him and Chanyeol were setting up their tent, three guards approached him and gave him a bow, the one in the middle that had distracting lip corners smiled and said , “Sirs Do Kyungsoo and Park Chanyeol, for the past few months, we, the entertainment unit of the town of Olddell, have been watching your performances. We have realized that both of you have been gaining a high satisfactory rate from the people that listen to your music. The Prince Junmyeon is turning 21 soon and it is a very important age here in Olddell… for it represents the complete transition to becoming a man and the throne will be passed down to him. King Kim has requested for us to find the perfect performances to create the perfect party. Several people of high positions including the royal family will be in attendance. Please, accept our offer and perform at future King Junmyeon’s 21st birthday!”

Chanyeol dropped his guitar and immediately said, “Yes, it would be our honor! Thank you so much for choosing us.” Kyungsoo could only stare and nod. The guards handed them two envelops, one for each. “These are the hand-written invitations. Let my men take care of your things and come with me to the castle, the prince wishes to meet you!”

Chanyeol handed the men the rest of their things while Kyungsoo asked the leader a few questions about the party. They were escorted to a carriage painted black, “I feel like a prince, Chanyeol.” Kyungsoo whispered to him. Chanyel simply laughed and replied, “Who says you aren’t?”

This was the first time the two boys had seen the entire town and it was bigger than they had expected, “This truly is a gorgeous place.” Kyungsoo said to the leader, smiling at him. “We try our best to keep it that way. The royal family today truly is one of the finer generations that have passed this town. Our past Kings and Queens weren’t this interested in what was happening outside their castle walls.” The leader seemed to have a sad expression on his face while recalling the past leaders.

After a few more minutes in the carriage, they began to pull up to a large white castle. Stepping out, both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol’s jaws dropped open. “I behold to you, your home away from home for the next few days!”

The castle stood hundreds of feet tall. It was surrounded by green fields, stables, and farms. It was made up of a main house and several towers. This castle was the largest they had ever seen… and they were invited to it to do what they loved the most.

“We will now show you to your guest room, it contains two beds but if you wish to have your own room each, it can be arranged!” the leader said to them. “Good sir, thank you for all of this, but you’ve yet to tell us your name.” Kyungsoo replied. “Oh, I truly apologize. My name is Jongdae. Kim Jongdae.” Chanyeol grinned, “It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, Jongdae.” Jongdae shook his head and placed his hand on his chest, “No, no! It is my own honor to meet you two! Please let me take you to your room. It isn’t my personal job but I would love to.” The boys nodded and they began walking.

The castle was humungous on the inside as well. The ceilings were extremely high and had carvings in them. The walls were filled with paintings and pictures.

As the three boys were walking they heard a faint voice. “You’re majesty! You must be very excited for your party today, correct?” Two boys appeared, one short with a crown on his head and another who was slightly taller with a dimple. “Aha! The man of the hour! Hello, Prince Junmyeon.”

“Drop the formalities, Jongdae. Yixing and I were going golfing- Ah! How rude of me… I didn’t notice our two guests, and who may the two of you be?” Prince Junmyeon had a wide smile on his face. “I’m Do Kyungsoo, the singer, and this is Park Chanyeol, the guitarist. It’s an honor to meet you, your majesty.” The two boys bowed to him before Junmyeon said, “Ah! Don’t bow, please. I don’t feel like acting happy go lucky before my party. Address me like you would any of your friends, please.” Chanyeol let out a laugh and nodded.

“Join us, boys?” Yixing piped up from behind him. “We’d love to… but we must get some rest before our performance tonight, we don’t wish to disappoint.” Kyungsoo said and Chanyeol agreed. “You’re playing at my party? I can’t wait to see how you do. Good luck, men.” Junmyeon patted each of them on their backs and walked away with Yixing who gave them an acknowledging nod.

They walked for a few minutes before arriving at a large room which Jongdae told them was their room and left them to settle in. The first thing each of them did was jump on the bed to get their naps.

Before the party, Kyungsoo stood in front of the mirror of their rented shack, fixing his attire. He applied his hair gel and sighed. “Chanyeol, I’m nervous.” Kyungsoo had performed in front of crowds of hundreds, but never in front of royalty. “Kyungsoo! Don’t make me nervous too.  You shouldn’t be nervous… your voice is amazing mixed with my tunes. You’ll do amazing like you always have.” Chanyeol’s words put the shaking boy at ease.

Chanyeol moved from where he was sitting to begin dressing up. He added a gold chain around him and enhanced his large eyes using dark eyeliner and added a diamond earring. Kyungsoo observed him and said, “Chanyeol, could you make me up? I know I usually don’t do this type of thing but I wanna look good.” Chanyeol looked at the eyeliner pen in his hand and giggled, “Of course.” He applied the makeup to Kyungsoo’s face and finished the look with a chain earring.

“Ready, Soo?” Chanyeol asked Kyungsoo. He nodded and they began walking to the ballroom. While they were going to the ballroom, Kyungsoo heard a female voice whining. He stopped in his tracks and looked around, but saw no one. “Chanyeol, you go ahead. I’ll follow you.” Chanyeol nodded and kept going. Kyungsoo began walking in the direction of the noise until he could finally hear it clearly, “I refuse. I refuse to get married to someone I haven’t even met, so don’t try to convince me!”

It was a female’s voice. “I am the King and I give the orders!” Kyungsoo heard footsteps coming his way and hid behind the corner of a wall before he saw the King’s figure walking away. He began making his way towards the girl’s voice when he entered a huge pink room. The first thing that caught his eye was a girl in a blue dress, climbing out a window. “Yah!” he yelled before running over to her and grabbing her.

“Hey! Fuck off!” She yelled, pushing his hands off her before she could stop herself from swearing. “Watch your hands.” She looked up at Kyungsoo and her jaw dropped. “I-I’m sorry. Excuse my language, sir. But may I ask what you’re doing in my room?” He looked around, suddenly flustered by the gorgeous girl’s question, “I heard yelling and saw you climbing out a window.” He said.

“Please, let me go. Please don’t tell anyone you saw me. I need to leave. Please.” She clasped her hands together and held them in front of her, begging me. “What’s going on?” He said, moving her hands away. “They want me to marry someone I don’t love. They expect me to start a life with a man I don’t want. They said that if I haven’t found anyone before 18, I’ll have to marry the prince from Rosewell. I don’t want him. Please let me run away in peace.”

“I don’t want to be a part of this. Good bye princess.” Kyungsoo began walking away before she grabbed his arm. “Please, I’ll give you whatever you want. Help me run away.” He shook his head, “And what makes you think I want anything?” She pulled down on his arm harder, “I’ll give you my virginity.” He burst out laughing and she let his hand go, “Are you serious? I’m not like that.”  

“What if I want to?” She stood on her tip toes and gave him a peck on the lips, “Princess… you shouldn’t have done that.” He brought her closer by the back of her head and kissed her again. He opened his mouth to slide his tongue into hers and she gasped. He pulled away to look at her, “Was that your first?” She nodded and he went in for another kiss, making it longer and wetter. “By the way, I’m Do Kyungsoo.”

“I’m Kim Y/N.” He laughed, “I know that.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone that I ran away, okay?” She repeated. “No. Listen. Stay here and attend the party. I’ll sneak you away when my partner and I have to move to another town, okay?” She nodded, “Wait, are you a member of that singer and guitarist duo playing tonight?” He nodded and she smiled, “I’ve heard so much.” He felt his cheeks heat up and he was flattered at her comment. “Let’s head to the ballroom, Princess. We’ll run away together soon.” She nodded.

They linked hands and began heading towards the ballroom to have the last bit of fun they ever will again at Olddell.

The Party

Quick Info - Misha has a party which leads to a night that changes everything for Jensen and Y/N
Word Count - 4909
Warnings - Open relationships, talks of open relationships, smut, oral sex (female receiving)
A/N - No disrespect to the Ackles or Collins intended. Crazy story idea cousin Beka encouraged after we started talking about writing the other day. Idea came from a conversation with another friend.

Maybe there will be a sequel…maybe not…

The Party

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