#wear a fucking mask ya dingus

[loveinhawkins]

The RV careens out of the trailer park and hits the open road with what pretty much amounts to ‘all speed, no grace.’ The turn Steve makes is, quite frankly, abysmal; he’s sure that if his driving instructor could see him now, the poor man would be weeping in distress.

Yet his passengers erupt into cheers as they pass the Leaving Hawkins sign, like he’s pulled some kind of James Bond move.

And, for all his insistence on being the absolute antithesis to so-called ‘jock culture’, Eddie rushes over to the driver’s seat, starts squeezing Steve’s shoulder with decidedly jock-like exuberance.

“Holy shit, holy shit, that was so fucking cool, Harrington.”

Oh, he’s definitely broken through the depression stage of the ‘finding out there’s an alternate dimension in Hawkins’ journey—landing firmly in the fuck it, might as well have some fun stage.

Steve could tell they’d reached that point even before the goddamn ‘big boy’ comment, when Eddie had taken one look at the Michael Myers mask, looked Max dead in the eye and said, “This is gonna be. So fuckin’ stupid. Let’s do it.”

Steve goes through a few seconds more of having his shoulder pummelled before saying, “Dude, you’re doing a shitty job at being undercover, stay down.”

“Like, do you have any idea,” Eddie says breathily, as if Steve hasn’t spoken, “just how perfect that was? That was, God, a childhood dream fully—”

“You dreamed of stealing an RV?” Steve says dubiously.

“Not in such crude literal terms, no. C’mon, Harrington, you must’ve had an imagination once—”

“Hey!”

“—didn’t you ever dream of, like, daring escapes, pulling the sword outta the stone, all that shit?”

Steve thinks about it. “I mean,” he says, “when I was a kid, I just kinda… climbed trees and stuff.”

Eddie sighs as if he can’t decide whether Steve’s done something especially annoying or endearing. “Of course you did.”

They reach a stop sign and Eddie finally flops into the passenger seat, facing Steve like he’s sitting side saddle on a horse.

“So,” Steve says, “I take a right after this, yeah?”

“Mm-hmm, well remembered, Mr Getaway Driver.”

Steve scoffs, glances over—finds Eddie framing him with his index finger and thumb, like a director trying to capture the perfect shot.

“James Dean,” Eddie says authoritatively, dropping his hands.

“What?”

“Was tryin’ to figure it out, your whole look, you know? Very Rebel Without a Cause.”

“Okay,” Steve says, “but I have a cause, we all do.”

Eddie just blinks at him, and Steve chuckles.

“You, idiot.”

“Oh.”

Steve has a moment to appreciate the way Eddie’s eyes go all soft and maybe just a little shiny, before he has to set off again. He takes the right turning.

“We should watch it,” Eddie says eventually. “Hell, I’ll take any movie. Just gimme, like, two hours of not having to think.”

“Tell me about it.”

Steve’s sure he’ll never complain about double VHS tapes ever again. Then a thought occurs to him.

“Shit.” He calls to the back. “Rob?”

“Yeah?”

“Y’know when we left Family Video, did we even lock up?”

“Yes,” Robin says followed immediately by, “No?”

Steve snorts. “God, we’re so fired.”

He hears Robin making her way up to the front, then Eddie saying, “Oof, Buckley, that was right in the ribs.”

“Why the sudden concern about our jobs, dingus?”

“I’m not concerned, I just got reminded of—Eddie was mentioning—”

“—Rebel Without a Cause,” Eddie finishes.

“Oh, Steve, I know you’ve seen it, I put it on last week!”

“Uh, maybe I was preoccupied doing, I dunno, my job.”

“It’s the one with—”

“James Dean,” Eddie cuts in.

“Yeah, I gathered, thanks,” Steve says sarcastically, but he can’t help smiling as he does so.

“—and it’s, you know,” Robin goes on, “troubled kid moves to a new town, and—”

“Aw,” Steve says, “you think I’m troubled, Munson?”

“It’s all in the eyes, Harrington. Such depths.”

“Right?” Robin says, and she’s laughing, tongue-in-cheek, “I’ve always said so.”

“You ever considered wearing a leather jacket?”

Steve laughs, too. “Tell ya what, Eddie, why don’t I just wear all your clothes?”

“Well, we know denim suits you.”

“If only you saw his last car-stealing outfit, Eddie.”

Steve sighs. “Robin, shut it.”

“Excuse me,” Eddie says, “d’you have form, Harrington? Grand theft auto form?”

“Literally once. Crazy circumstances.” Rest in peace, Todfather. “It was a Cadillac.”

“A Cadillac.” Eddie sighs dreamily. “Do you have any photos?”

“Uh, no, I was kinda busy.”

“I shall mourn the loss.”

“Take the next left here,” Nancy calls, which Steve is grateful for—the directions had gone completely out of his head.

“Wheeler, come up to the front,” Eddie says, “it’s a party.”

She must do, because her voice sounds much closer when she says, “Shit, I think I forgot to lock up, too.”

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, “no-one’s gonna ransack The Weekly Streak.”

Another stop sign—Steve looks over, smirks at how Eddie has ended up squished between Nancy and Robin, all of them sharing the one seat.

“They better not.” To Eddie, Nancy adds, “I think I gave your uncle the impression that I’m doing a big piece on you. Like, testimonials for an innocent man, stuff like that.”

For a flicker of a second, Eddie looks nauseated at the thought—Steve spots the shift, the decision to make a joke about it.

“Well, Wheeler, you better make me sound good.”

“Oh, I was going more for journalistic integrity.”

“Hey.”

Steve hears a couple of thumps behind him; without even glancing in the mirror, he says, “Sit your asses down, shitheads, don’t make me turn this thing around.”

“Don’t make me turn this thing around!” Lucas parrots.

Max scoffs playfully: “Nineteen going on forty.”

“Eddie was standing before!” Erica points out.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, Eddie’s a law unto himself. Look, just sit down and, like, make a list or something, I’ll stop off for food after we’ve—”

Dustin laughs. “You really are forty.”

“Uh-huh, one more wisecrack and you’re not getting any chocolate pudding.”

Steve’s hamming it up, he knows he is—smiles to himself as he hears a quartet of giggles.

“Can you believe they used to think I was cool?” he says.

“I dunno, Harrington,” Eddie says warmly, “at least one of them doth protest too much.”

Nancy stands in search of a pen, Robin following, insisting to Dustin that, “We’re getting one of those camp stoves, if I don’t eat something hot soon, I’m gonna die.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. Maybe it’s because they’ll soon be arriving at The War Zone; his levity slips just a little when he says, “It’s probably, like, a proximity thing. Henderson’ll have a scientific term for it.”

Eddie chuckles. “What, the Steve Harrington effect?”

Steve shrugs. “You get too close, the shine wears off eventually.”

He doesn’t realise until he’s said it that the joking, perhaps, has stopped somewhere along the way.

“Huh,” Eddie says. “I’m no scientist, but that doesn’t sound like the Steve Harrington effect to me.”

“No?” Steve says.

He can see the parking lot in the distance, and he gestures for Eddie to duck.

“Nope,” Eddie says. Steve can hear him moving, crouching to hide behind the driver’s seat.

He parks and everyone’s abruptly all business, deciding who’s staying in the RV, who’s going into The War Zone.

Steve hates it, has a sudden intense longing to keep talking about movies, to just be stupid.

And maybe Eddie can tell, because just before Steve heads out, he catches his eye, smiles.

“Hey, don’t worry, Harrington,” he says with a tiny, fleeting wink. “You’re still my leading man.”

#Eddie staring at Steve dreamily: you have the range darling #conversations in the RV are becoming another fave #pre steddie #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve and robin #steve and the party #eddie and nancy #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie

[i-am-an-intrusive-thought]

#trump #trumpsters #politics #political #liberal #conservative #leftists #leftist #mask #covid-19 #covid #coronovirus #wear a fucking mask ya dingus #brain excess

[ventrue-rosary]

🌻🌻🌻 😘

There need to be more video games that let you play as a vampire. Let me live, you damn cowards

There is no right way to play a TTRPG--your definition of fun isn’t the same as always, stop trying to tell people how to run/play

WEAR YOUR GOODAMN MASK WASH YOUR HANDS LIMIT CONTACT WITH OTHER PEOPLE THERE’S STILL A GODDAMN KILLER VIRUS AND WE HAVE A SECOND WAVE TO COME USE YA BRAINS DINGUS’S

Send me a 🌻 and I’ll just tell you whatever the fuck I want to talk about!

#havingsecondthots #asks

[jungshookz]

drummer!jungkook

⚠️hey hey!! if this is your first time visiting the blog and this is one of the first fics you decided to read during your stay here i assure you there are better finds in the library/drabbles masterlist :’)) with that being said, whether or not you want to read this fic is entirely up to you and obviously i can’t stop you from reading this but please be warned that this is a very poorly-written old fic that i am not proud of at all and also doesn’t reflect my writing habits today!! ⚠️

inspired by this glorious post shared with me by @taebumshi :-)) 

you’re not sure how you let taehyung drag you out in the middle of your brooklyn 99 binge on a friday night

this is literally the first friday in weeks where you didn’t have any projects to work on and didn’t have any tests to study for

and you were going to treat yourself goddamnit but your best friend was just…. so… manipuLative

however

you said you would go only if you could choose your own outfit

tae kind of pouted over that but he was like okay fine i guEss

so tae’s wearing a nice button down and slacks and you’re dressed in a pair of jeans and a grungy t-shirt that he thought you had thrown out a year ago

taehyung chose your jeans because he said this pair makes your butt look extra perky

you let him get away with it since he was still being pouty about not being able to choose a dress for you

while you’re lining up to get inside the club you finally ask taehyung: hey so whY the fuck are we here you dingus

apparently there’s a band playing at the club tonight and tae knows all the members (they’re in his music class)

some band called bts

you remember hearing him talk about them earlier this week but you didn’t think anything about it

anyway bts

which isn’t a very creative name in your opinion

(you’re just bitter because you really want to go home)

so you guys finally get inside and tae drags you towards the front because the band already started playing

as tae’s dragging you through you make sure to apologise to any people he’s bumped outta the way because you’ve always been the more polite one out of the two of you

people seem to be enjoying the music and you have to admit the music isn’t half bad

there are 6 members

one singer, one pianist, two guitarists, one tambourine player?? and…  one drummer

you kind of scan over each member except the drummer because he’s all the way in the back and he’s wearing a face mask aNd he has his hoodie up so

but from what you can see

damn this is 1 attractive fuckign band

you make eye contact with the singer and his right eye drops in a wink before he smirks at you

you feel your heart go boom boom

are you in love or is this just because you rarely get attention from the opposite gender????

maybe you should have let tae dress you

tae nudges you to get your attention and introduce each of the members

singer = park jimin

two guitarists = kim seokjin + kim namjoon

pianist = min yoongi

tambourinist = jung hoseok

drummer = jeon jungkook

they play a couple original songs and they also cover some songs

halfway through someone accidentally splashes their drink onto your shirt and you’re like haha it’s fine but on the inside you’ve strangled this stranger very violently already

so you go over to the bar and you’re sitting there rubbing at this new gross stain

it ends after about another fifteen minutes and jimin thanks the crowd as the boys pack up their instruments

hoseok just shoves his tambourine into a lil drawstring bag and is like omg i’m SO tired

meanwhile jungkook’s like full on sweating and his arms are throbbing from drumming for nearly an hour

when they disappear backstage tae grabs you from the bar and drags you towards backstage and you’re like oH no nonononono look at me tae my shirt’s all gross and i’m kind of sweaty and-

“that sounds like a you problem. also you have no choice because you have to meet my friends!!!!!!”

so you let him drag you all the way to the back and meanwhile you’re still violently dabbing at your shirt because you’re about to meet 6 very attractive men and you look like a mess

you look up when you feel tae release his grip on your arm and you kind of hover behind him awkwardly as he bro-hugs all of the boys (except for jungkook?) and is like omg you guys were so goOd!!

jimin looks over tae’s shoulder and he smiles at you and is like hey you must be y/n! we’ve heard a lot about you you’re prettier than tae says you are

you feel like your face is on fire and you’re like ahahHa thanksssSs you guys were really good i just disappeared because someone spilled their drink on me and you gesture to your shirt

everyone introduces themselves to you and you make sure to compliment hoseok’s tambourine skills and he’s like u know what no one ever appreciates my skills you are now my best friend

jungkook’s just standing behind everyone scrolling through his phone and he has his earbuds in and he’s still holding onto his drumsticks

seokjin’s like yA jungkook don’t be rude say hi to y/n

jungkook quickly tucks his phone away and he looks up at you and you feel like your heart stops because his gaze is so intense

now that you get to look at him properly you definitely wish you looked more presentable

he has soft brown hair with softer looking brown eyes

plus he took his hoodie off and he’s wearing a t-shirt that’s soaked in sweat so it’s sticking to his chest and you can see the outline of his abs and his v-line  

oh god

you force your eyes back up onto his face and you offer him a smile and stick your hand out and you’re like hi i’m y/n

he nods once and mumbles a ‘sup’ before he’s going over to the couch towards his laptop and ur still there with your hand out like :-) i :-) want :-) to :-) die :-)

jimin shrugs and tells you not to take it to heart jungkook is just a Moody Young Adult

anyways hoseok butts in and is like hey we’ve never seen you on campus!!!!

you explain to him that it’s probably because you’re on the humanities campus and they’re on the arts one

and hoseok kind of pauses then he’s like wow ur so smarT that totally makes sense!!!! his smile is so bright he’s so adorable

but then he asks you how you and tae met if you’re on the humanities campus and tae’s on the arts one

it’s a story for another day

(tae ended up wandering around the humanities campus on the first day and you had to walk him back to the arts one and you felt obligated to take care of this clueless stranger for the rest of your four years here)

jimin butts in and invites you and tae to a rehearsal session sometime next week if y’all are interested which you vEry much are

your attention is still on jungkook like your eyes keep flickering back to him

yoongi is the only one who notices this and he interrupts jimin and is like don’t worry y/n jungkook will be there too

and you go into a mild panic and you’re like oH no i’m NoT- uh- i was just- you know because- i mean- i would love to watch you guys rehearse i’M NOT just there for jungkook that’s totally not-

taehyung: “we’ll be there!!!!!! okay y/n i think it’s time for us to go say bye bye” thank god for tae

on the way back to the apartment taehyung is like…….. so….jungkook’s kinda hot… am i right wink wink

you scowl and whack his head but in your mind you’re like YEs that jUngkook IS kind of very Hot wink wink

anyways next week rolls around faster than you thought it would

you meet tae by the juice place on the arts campus and he’s standing there with six bottles of juice and he’s also on the phone??

you walk over and he hands you the juices one by one before he’s snapping his fingers and gesturing for you to follow him

what a diva

you’re like ??!!!!! i might drop all of these but you do your best and you manage to make it to the music building without any accidents

thankfully tae holds the door open for you

you make it to the music room and the boys are like tae!!!! y/n!!!! juice!!!! (except jungkook because he once again has his earbuds in)

they flock towards you and take their juices with their names on it

you’re standing there with jungkook’s juice and you want to ask someone to give it to him because ur kind of intimidated

tae nudges you and is like go n give kook his juice what r u doing

you swallow your nerves and pad over to him

he’s behind the drums scrolling through his phone

you clear your throat and he doesn’t look up

right

his buds are in

so now what

you’re awkwardly hovering

jungkook looks up suddenly and is like oh chill thanks for the juice and he takes it from you and you’re standing there like a gaping fish

“oh- i- yes this is yours- juice is like super nutritious so it’s great that you’re drinking it-okay cool cool cool cool cool” you shoot him some finger guns and kind of back away and he just looks… so….. unimpressed…..

aAAAAh

why are you acting like this

you’ve never been so awkward before

the boys are having fun watching you interact with kook

jungkook actually thinks ur kinda cute

okay not kinda

really cute

really really cute

and those finger guns?? admittedly awkward but also pretty endearing

he just

experienced a pretty bad breakup a year ago and since then has kind of been :// about stuff in general

but he’s more :// when it comes to LoooVe and crushes etc

so when you come waltzing in with your bright smile and your dumb hI i’M y/N and he feels his heart combust he knows immediately that he’s fuCked

he sips on his juice with a tiny little smile when he hears tae teasing you

“you are so right y/n juice truly IS nutritious!!!!!!!!!!”

“tae oNe more word outta you i swear to god”

the rehearsal goes great and you realised that you spent the entire time just drooling over jungkook

it’s just that he gets so into it and his biceps start clenching and he looks so anGry when he’s pounding away at the drums but it’s a hot kind of angry and he gets sweaty which usually isn’t attractive but makes sweating look SO attractive

his hair gets all damp and his skin starts to glisten and in you literally want to DIE he’s just so……….. atTractive

jungkook notices this because your gawking is pretty obvious

he likes it tho because it’s boosting his ego

usually he doesn’t get a lot of attention because he’s in the back all the time but the entire time they play 98% of the time your eyes are glued on him

but whatever ur just… ur just a dumb girl…. girls are dumb……

but he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when he notices jimin beginning to serenade you and he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles and your cheeks are heating up and you’re getting all giggly

in fact he begins to get a little offbeat but he quickly recovers when he notices you throw him a thumbs up and a smile

his heart melts

anyways rehearsal goes great and you ask yoongi what they’re rehearsing for

they have another gig in three weeks at a fancier club and no surprise you and tae are invited!!

and you’re like aW well i actually might have to take a rain check i have a project due at the end of the month

yoongi: “don’t u wanna see jungkook?”

there’s a moment of silence where you and yoongi stare at each other and it’s like telepathic

his eyes are telling you that he knows what’s going on with your lil crush

your eyes are telling him that if he tells jungkook you’ll kill him

tae appears out of nowhere and is like hey what are you guys talking about also y/n we gotta bounce because i think i left the stove on at the dorm

you: “i was just…. telling yoongi that we’ll definitely be at the show! ...and also ur an IDIOT”

anyways the weeks go by

you end up walking all the way to the arts campus a couple times a week to hang out with not only tae but also the other boys

they always make it so that you are always sitting next to jungkook when it’s lunchtime

but they make it so that you guys are basically smushed together like your arms and thighs are pressed together

jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and you certainly don’t mind

he begins interjecting into the conversation more instead of listening to music all through lunch

you find out that you luv his smile and the sound of his laugh

he likes it when you laugh because your nose crinkles very cutely

one time he took a sip of your juice without asking you and you were kind of surprised for some reason

he also sneaks bites of your food and again you don’t mind because (you like him a lot)

usually when tae tries to eat your food you’ll glare at him til he backs off

so yeah it’s pretty obvious you like him

and jungkook is acting…. not like jungkook

just the fact that he’s doesn’t have his earbuds in while he’s talking to you is a huge sign

aLso he actually lets you listen to music with him and jimin’s like remember that one time i took one of your buds and put it into my ear and you almost ripped my ear off getting it back

jungkook : don’t @ me

hm

so now it’s the night of the gig

you let tae dress you this time which means a tight/low cut dress and a pair of heeled boots

the boys are in nearing the end of their set and you’ve been standing there for just over an hour just bopping along to the songs

you feel your leg cramping up

and the boys are almost done anyways in fact jimin’s beginning to start his thank you speech

you tell tae you’re going to go outside for a second to walk the cramp off

so now you’re outside humming along to one of the boys’ songs and pacing up and down and you hear the door shut

and you can juSt make out the faint stench of smoke and booze

“what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here alone?”

you freeze when you feel a grimy hand grip your arm and turn you around

you’re greeted with a slimy looking stranger who looks like he’s had one too many to drink

“how’s about we have a lil fun out here? hm?”

“no thank you i think my friends are looking for me inside” you try to move past him but he moves when you move and he’s blocking the path

suddenly you’re being caged up against the wall

“your friends can wait a little while longer can’t they?”

you push the guy off and you’ve never been so scared before because he’s obviously much stronger than you and he’s forcing himself on you

“get OFF of me!” you give the guy another push before you find yourself slapping the stranger across the face

there’s a moment of silence where he’s clutching his cheek but then you feel your heart drop to your stomach when a slow smirk appears on his face and he tells you he likes it rough anyway

he’s about to pounce on you again before he’s suddenly yanked away violently

you literally freeze in shock when you see jungkook turn the guy around and give him a hard punch across the face

the both of them go stumbling down and all you can hear are grunts and jungkook cursing at him

the rest of the boys come out

they rush over and immediately pull kook off the stranger and his bottom lip is busted and there’s a cut on his cheek and above his brow and his knuckles are raw and bleeding

the other guy is much worse

you’re kind of shaken up but you snap yourself out of it and wrap jungkook’s arm around your shoulder and drag him back inside towards the washroom

he’s kind of dazed because the guy gave him a couple good hits as well

you make him sit up on the bathroom counter while you rummage through your purse for some spare bandaids that you carry around with you

“are you okay?” he’s literally bleeding and all bruised up and he’s asking yOu if you’re okay and you don’t have one single scratch

“i’m fine.. thanks for doing that.. are you okay?”

“i’m good as long as you are”

there’s a moment of silence where you’re dabbing over his cuts and wiping away blood with a wet paper towel

he winces at the slight sting and you apologise quietly

your faces are only inches apart and

wow

you’re so pretty

and you look so cute when you’re concentrating

your eyebrows knit together and your lips purse slightly

jungkook reaches up to grab your wrist and to stop your movements

you’re like !! uh oh did i hurt you again r u oka-

he leans in and presses his lips against yours and makes you drop the wet paper towel so that you can cup his cheek instead

he tastes like a combination of mint gum and a tinge of metal from the blood

he pulls away suddenly and is like oh god sorry i shouldn’t have done that without asking you

you ignore him and grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him back down

your eyes flutter shut and he pulls you closer to him so you’re standing in between his legs

you pull away a couple seconds later and you chastise him a little like hEy you’re not supposed to put pressure on a busted lip you dummy

your heart is racing in your chest and you just feel so hAppy all of a sudden

you two walk out of the washroom hand in hand and seokjin runs over like a frantic mother asking if the two of you are good and how much blood jungkook lost and …. aRE YOU TWO HOLDING HANDS OMG

you didn’t even realise you were holding his hand but you quickly move to let go

jungkook pulls you back in and grips onto your hand tightly

fast forward to next week

the two of you have not brought up the kiss

because you’re both wimps

so here you are at lunch

you try to feed yourself and then you feel a tap on your shoulder and jungkook’s there with his mouth wide open

you feed him your lunch and now half of your lunch is his but you don’t mind :-))

you still don’t know if you’re officially dating at this point

you don’t want to bring up the kiss either because you h8 confrontation

luckily you have (1) kim taehyung in your life

“so are you guys a thing or what because there’s a couple deal at this restaurant and i’m looking for a couple to exploit”

the chunk of chicken drops from your fork and you’re sitting there like :0 and kook’s also sitting there like :0

suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you and kook

and then jungkook’s like wait what of course we’re dating

and you’re like we are???????

kook: what r u talking about did i not make it clear when we made out in a dirty washroom a week ago

tae: it’s a yes or no question people

kook: yes we’re dating. y/n’s my girlfriend. i’m y/n’s boyfriend. where’s this restaurant you’re talking about?

he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in closer

you’re still kind of in shock because you’ve apparently had a boyfriend for a whole week and you didn’t even know

life is funny sometimes isn’t it

the first time you ask kook if you can try playing the drums he’s like …. but this drum set is my baby……….

and ur like and i’m not?

kook: “touché bUt if you break one of them i will probably literally kill u”

you know the beginning of the hannah montana theme song

that’s all you know how to play so jungkook is relaxed because you’re not going crazy on the drums but he’s getting sick of listening to you play the same couple of beats 100 times

anyways getting real for a sec

as cheesy as it is love has opened kook up

the other boys are happy to see this

all of them are pretty grateful for you :-)

one time all of you guys were eating lunch out on the courtyard and jungkook’s in the middle of telling a story but then he slows down and kind of loses his train of thought and he seems to be looking at something

you follow his line of sight and you notice he’s staring at a girl

the boys are like o shit is that………… is that jisoo…………

you’re like ?? ji-who

kook’s still in a trance and yoongi’s like by the way that’S the one who shattered his heart

you look over again and she’s looking right back at him with a smirk and she waves at him but it’s not a normal wave it’s one of those very obviously flirty waves

you immediately crawl over and plop yourself down on jungkook’s lap and kiss him and he snaps out of it almost immediately and is like heLLo

it’s only when you hear the ‘hOooO okay okay she’s gone you guys don’t have to keep making out god y’all r freaks” from jimin that you pull away and look over your shoulder just to double check

you get off of jungkook’s lap and there are like cartoon hearts floating around his head and his cheeks are flushed and his lips are plump and he kind of looks drunk and he’s pretty sure he’s semi-hard so he pulls you back onto his lap to cover it up but you do feel it poking your bum and you promise him you’ll take care of it later

(you’re a much better kisser than his ex)

you came early to hang with kook because he said he was going to rehearse for their next gig

so you’re sitting there typing out your essay but your eyes keep flickering towards kook

he just finished with a set and is looking over at the music sheet

he’s panting slightly from the intensity of the drumming and it reminds you of how he gets when you guys fuck

and

and

you want to fuck him

yep

you find yourself abandoning your work and strolling over and taking the drumsticks out of his hand and suddenly you’re straddling him

jungkook is like hey what r u doing i kind of need those to rehearse but when you lean down to kiss him he forgets all about it

he’s kind of damp with sweat but somehow you find that makes him 100x hotter

you run your fingers through his hair and he lets out this sexy grunt and a quiet ‘goddamn’ and you just feel the heat iMMediately zIP down to your nether regions

his hands are all over you but mainly your ass and meanwhile he’s having a good time nipping at your neck

you giggle because it tickles a little and kook wonders how you can be so sexy yet cute at the same time

he presses his lips against yours again and lets you have your fun aka you running your hands over his chest and giving his biceps a couple squeezes and

jungkook really wants u to ride him right now

“aaAAAAAoH My GOD NOT IN THE rEHEARSAL ROOM”

you turn to look over your shoulder and you see namjoon standing there covering his eyes and the other boys come in and all of them unsurprisingly are like omg GroSs

except for tae because he’s like lol that’s my girl

#bts imagines #bts smut #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #jeon jeongguk smut #jungkook #jeongguk

[kamen-rider-zed]

Ask Her Out, Ya Dingus!

A MamaNath gift for @miraculouspaon​ and @gabriel-fucking-agreste​!

Da link to mah AO3

Coccinelle had faced many dangers since she received her Miraculous over a year ago. Bank robbers, terrorists, runaway buses. She could take a hit, take a bullet, and take down most grown men with a single punch. She had Alley Cat, an amazing and supportive partner. She had Paon, a caring (if not a little overbearing) mentor, and she had a kwami that gave her amazing life advice built up over millennia of experience. She was invincible.

So, why why why why WHY COULDN'T SHE ASK OUT THE GIRL SHE LIKED?

“You are seriously overthinking this, Buggy,” Alley Cat grumbled from her perch atop the skeletal steel structure that, according to the sign on the streets below, would eventually become a hotel. 'Le Grand Paris' the sign said.

Coccinelle sat on a steel girder, leaning back against another beam and gazing out at the skyline lit up in contract to the night sky, her arms crossed over he chest and her eyes focused on nothing. Her dark hair, streaked with red across her bangs, flowed in the gentle breeze.

She sighed and said, “You don't get it, Alley. I can't just ask her out. That would mean coming out of the closet, and I...I don't think I'm ready for that.”

Alley plopped down on the girder next to her partner and kicked her legs back and forth. “You came out to me, right?”

“That's different. You don't know who I am, and I can trust you.” She smiled and turned to her partner. “Besides, you essentially told me you were bi within five minutes of meeting me.”

Alley Cat ran her glowing blue eyes up and down her partner, a lecherous grin working its way onto her face as she fluffed her mane-like blonde hair. “Is it my fault your ass looks great in black and red?” Coccinelle laughed a little at that, but her eyes still turned back out to Paris, unfocused and wandering. “But in all seriousness, just talk to her. Worst case scenario she turns you down.”

“No, worst case scenario she posts my sexuality on the school bulletin board and every Catholic in the city starts throwing rocks at me.”

“Felice would never do that and you know it.”

“Yeah, but my brain is 'what-iffing' me to death and I almost can't take it anymore.”

Silence passed between them for a few minutes until Alley broke it.

“Wow, this is either your good luck or my bad.”

“Huh?” Coccinelle sat up. “What is?” Alley pointed to the streets below and Coccinelle followed the finger down.

Strolling down the sidewalk, intermittently illuminated by streetlamps, was a blonde woman with what Coccinelle knew were beautiful green eyes. A blue dress hugged her upper body and flared out just past her waist. She walked with intent, with purpose, something Coccinelle had always admired in her. And a trait she also found slightly intimidating.

She jumped to her feet and flashed her partner a panicked grin. “Wow, I think I hear police sirens on the complete other side of the city! We should investigate!”

Alley pushed herself to her feet and sighed. “You know, it's too bad I'm the cat and you're not.”

Coccinelle's brow furrowed. “What...what do you mean by that?”

“You'd have a better chance at landing on your feet.”

“Wha? Landing...on my...”

How many lives was Alley Cat down to? Seven? Six maybe? Well, she was going to be down to one by the time this angry little ladybug was through with her. She began contemplating the multitude of ways one could skin a cat just after she felt a palm against her back shoving her off their roost atop the construction site. As she screamed on the way down, a pair of gorgeous green eyes turned upwards and tracked her body as she finally got her act together and twisted in such a way that she did, in fact, land on her feet.

Except now, she was standing in front of Felice Cassaille, one of Paris' biggest up-and-coming models and the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life.

“Oh, my,” Felice gasped. “You're...you're that ladybug vigilante!”

“Uh,”she stammered, her hand immediately rubbing against her opposite forearm. “Co-Co-Coccinelle. I, uh, call m-myself...Coccinelle.”

Felice looked her up and down, and only then did the heroine realize she was wearing a skintight suit that left little to the imagination. Coccinelle's face flared redder than her mask and she straightened her back. “You know, most newspapers say you're just an urban legend.”

“W-well,” Coccinelle stuttered trying to disguise her discomfort and failing, “I don't feel like an urban legend.”

Felice hid a small giggle behind her hand and Coccinelle thought, 'Oh god her giggle is magic. She will be my undoing.'

“Well, it was a pleasure to officially meet you, Mademoiselle Coccinelle, but I must be off.” She gave the heroine a small smile and turned to walk down the street.

Coccinelle stood, transfixed, and almost missed her yoyo chiming. She answered, but before she could get a word out, Alley Cat screamed through the tiny speaker, “Ask her out, ya dingus!”

“Alley, I am going to murder you!”

“Yeah, yeah, murder me after you get the girl. Now go get her!”

The communicators clicked off and Coccinelle clenched her fist around the yoyo. As much as she hated to admit it, Alley Cat was right. She needed to be strong, to be brave. She was an invincible superhero.

“Um, Fe-Felice?” Yeah, less stuttering next time, idiot.

The model spun on her heels and the way her dress swished about her shapely calves made the 'invincible superhero' melt in her suit. “You know my name?”

“W-well, um...” Coccinelle gestured above them to a billboard featuring Felice modeling a stunning blue lipstick. “Who in Paris doesn't know your name?”

Felice smiled. “Fair. Did you need something?”

Red gloved fists clenched and a black boots ground into the sidewalk. Maybe now was a time to take a page from her partner's book: blurt it all out and face the consequences later. She squeezed her eyes shut and let every emotion in her heart pour out. “I like you!” Felice's brow raised in surprise. “Like, I really really like you and I'm too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it without this mask on and I'd like to go out with you sometime but I realize a model is way out of my league but I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and I think I'm in love with you and...” Her teeth clamped down on the inside of her lips preventing any more words from spilling out and she gently eased her eyes open.

Felice stood and stared for a few seconds, each passing by at an excruciatingly slow pace, every tick a chip at Coccinelle's sanity. Then she smiled and giggled again, making the heroine sway in her boots. “I don't think I've ever heard a confession quite so...sincere or...I suppose 'candid' would be the word?” She fidgeted with a strange pin on her dress, a pin that looked like a bird feather. “But I don't think it's wise for...someone in your profession to get mixed up with a civilian.”

“Oh, I, um...I'd take the mask off.” Coccinelle hunched her shoulders. “For our date?”

“Your identity needs to remain a secret, Coccinelle.”

Whatever anxiety Coccinelle felt in her heart left momentarily when Felice spoke with such swift and aggressive authority. Even her facial expression changed. Soft and caring one moment, sharp and focused the next. Why did that look in her eyes seem so familiar? Why did her words sound so familiar? Why did she sound just like...

“Besides,” Felice continued, her voicing having lost its previous edge, “as much as I'd like to get to know you better, I don't know how Paris would react to a model dating a vigilante.”

Coccinelle crashed back to Earth and shook her head. “Oh, um, yeah. You're...you're right. Sorry for bothering you.”

“No bother at all.” She turned to walk down the sidewalk and cast one last smile over her shoulder. “Goonight, Nelle.”

It would take Alley Cat dropping to her side a few seconds later to rouse her from her stupor. “Wow, tough luck, girlfriend.”

“I feel so stupid,” Coccinelle lamented, burying her face in her hands.

“You're not stupid! And it wasn't a total loss! She said she'd be interested in getting to know you better, and she even gave you a little pet name, Nelle!”

Coccinelle considered this for a moment, though her thoughts were interrupted by the sweeping headlights of an oncoming vehicle. The pair leapt off and decided to go their separate ways for the night, but all the way home, and even when she got home, Coccinelle couldn't help but admit Alley was right, and smile at the thought.

Nelle.

#miraculous ladybug #mlfic #Mama Agreste #nathalie sancoeur #MamaNath