#his ass is the key to unlock the golden ration

[some-french-asshole]

Okay, but have you considered that I want to? Have you considered that maybe it improved my abilities? I bet you feel real stupid right now, you fucking buffoon

[thirstystarkey]

HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 20

Ever since that night JJ paid much more attention to Y/N, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Y/N felt it too, seemed like something changed deep inside of her, she wanted JJ but the fear of JJ leaving her as soon as they got physical also haunted her because almost every guy she knew did the same, they always left and for the first time Y/N didn’t want JJ to leave, she wanted to be involved in the chaotic mess his life was so much that she didn’t even remember the deal of pretending to be a fake couple to piss the pogues.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Kiara snapped her fingers in front of her, getting her attention.

“What?” Y/N asked confused. Her mind roamed since the beginning of the conversation.

“She was thinking about banging JJ.” Sarah laughed pushing Y/N back.

“Stop!” Y/N whined feeling her cheeks turn red. Sarah was right, that was the only think Y/N thought in the last few days. “What did you said Kiara?” Y/N added, turning to Kiara.

“I said a lot of things miss.” Her friends teased. “But I was talking about the party, tonight. At John B’s chateau, to celebrate JJ being out of jail.” Kiara explained for the second time.

“Ohh.” Y/N said. “I’ll be there of course.” She laughed.

“Planning on disappearing with JJ?” Kiara asked slyly.

“I’m not telling anything!” Y/N laughed.

They spent their afternoon like together enjoying some girl quality time before it was time to head to John B’s where the boys were and the other pogues of the island.

The house was full and red cups started to appear all over, some knocked over and others just left in the ground. A fire was lit in the backyard keeping everyone warm and creating a cozy atmosphere. Everyone sang and danced to crappy music having the time of their lives away from the kooks.

“Y/N!” John B screamed. “You will love this next song!” She laughed turning Criminal by Britney Spears on.

JJ let his head fall backwards as he smoked one blunt laughing at the choice of song. He had his arms around Y/N shoulders who sat in the middle of his legs.

“I swear to god John B!” Y/N tried to be serious but eventually she cracked laughing.

“But mama I'm in love with a criminal and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical!” Pope sang along with Kiara, already drunk.

Once the song was over the attention dispersed from Y/N and JJ to other things around them, which Y/N was grateful for since every time some looked at them she knew they were questioning themselves about the strange bound formed by the enemies.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” JJ asked, getting Y/N attention who eagerly nodded her head yes making him giggle. “C’mon lets go.” He held her hand, steeping away from the fire discretely.

Once they were away from the crowd of drunk teenagers JJ signed pushing Y/N against him by her hips. He looked down before kissing her lips in a sweet slow shared kiss who left Y/N panting when they broke it off for air. Her hands were planted on his chest carressing his skin through the fabric.

“I got a surprise for you.” JJ whispered in her lips.

“What?” Y/N asked through a bright smile.

“It’s inside.” JJ said with a slight smile, curving his lips upwards.

“John B locked the house.” Y/N laughed.

“And I got the keys right here.” He got the keys from his back pocket, swinging the shine metal in front of her.

“You never learn.” Y/N mocked pushing him away.

JJ unlocked the door, making sure he locked it once they were inside so no drunk teenager would step inside and mess everything. He grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her into his room giggling in the process.

“What’s going on JJ?” Y/N asked curious with all the mystery.

“A surprise Y/N!” JJ whined looking for something in his room, she sat on his bed waiting for him.

Once JJ got what he was searching for he showed Y/N another pair of keys, this time boat keys, making her even more confused.

“You stole a boat?” Y/N said arching her brow.

“Oh my god, no!” JJ laughed sitting beside her. “I borrowed it okay! I wanna take you out tomorrow, just us and the open ocean. We can even go to that abandoned island.” He suggested proudly watching her face light up. “I realized I never actually took you out in a proper date so I thought of this. Do you like it?” JJ asked afraid of rejection.

“JJ I fucking love this!” Y/N said excited while she threw herself at the blond boy, hugging his broad shoulders. “I’m so happy, I can’t wait for tomorrow JJ.” Y/N whispered into his neck, smirking as his skin got goosebumps.

“I will protect you from the sharks.” He joked pulling Y/N into his lap, both legs around his thighs.

Y/N had a big smile on her face as she pulled away from his shoulders, looking at his features before she caressed his bruised cheek, placing loving kisses all over them.

“JJ, I’m extremely grateful.” She whispered in his lips before kissing them slowly. “So, so grateful.” JJ had a smile on his lips as she whispered the words kissing him immediately after in a playfully manner.

“You can show me tomorrow how grateful you are.” JJ said lowly sending shivers down her spine, winking after.

Y/N laughed pushing his chest back which made JJ fall into the pillows, he had a slight smirk on his lips watching her from beneath her as Y/N lowered herself down on him, until his chest was pressed against hers. Her hands played with his hair sometimes pulling on it which made JJ breath heavily.

His hands traveled down her spine to her hips, surrounding her figure in a tight grip that made Y/N let out a breathy moan.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” He said kissing her naked shoulder since the strap of her dress fell a bit. “You look so so good, I couldn’t stop looking at you out there.” He admited moving his hands underneath her dress as he dragged his digits through her soft skin squeezing her ass.

Y/N moaned at the touch, pulling away from his lips. Her hair fell around their hands, creating almost a golden dome due to the light from outside contrasting with her ginger hair.

“You can look all you want now.” She whispered sultry.

“Fuck..” JJ whined to himself, sitting up against the headboard securing her back.

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[vanaera]

Reds, Spaces, and Signs

Synopsis | Jeon Jungkook does the good ol' prepping up his girlfriend with ice cream and movies to help her through her red days. The only difference is, you're actually his girl-space-friend and he hopes that someday, you may eliminate that space between you. Lucky for him, you may do so tonight. Pairing | Jungkook x reader Genre | Flufffy dy fluffy dy fluff Wordcount | 1.9k

A/N | This is somehow related to the request so yeah…I hope you enjoy this anon as much as I enjoyed writing this while having a terrible red day. Thank you so much for loving this drabble series!

Read more of football!jk drabbles in The Prince and His Rose

           By the sound of a small 'ding!' and the sight of your name on his notification bar, Jungkook is already crouching down, tying his shoelaces to prep his fifty meter dash to your dorm.

Saturday 7:15 PM

Otor-nim Y/N: Kook, I need you to do the biggest favor of the month.

Otor-nim Y/N: I need long ass pads. I can't fucking move. The satanic waterfalls between my legs is furious as hell. It rained on my pads so bad.

Otor-nim Y/N: And yeah, I can't damn move.

           Past him would be totally cringing by now, begrudgingly stomping to the grocery to grab what you need and chunk them all to you on your couch before going out of the door without even a goodbye. However current him is different. Current him is much cooler and manly than past him. Current him is more gentlemanlike and more mature than past him. And current him is in love with you.

           Being his bestfriend for so many years, you have dealt with his too-many-to-count nonsense comebacks, childish competitiveness, annoying shenanigans, and stupid misadventures. You've helped him find his dream of playing football, tutored him for free on his difficult subjects, and...okay you've always been there to bring him back to rationality whenever he's about to do one of the stupidest things you’ll soon put down in a book titled Jungkook's Endless Shits. You even sit and wait on the bleachers for him to finish his night practices whenever you can just so you can go home together. You've also stayed up with him countless of nights, pressing down ice packs on his sore legs when he's done with long trainings and big matches on the field since high school. By now, it's obvious that he should return the favor, right? Growing up with you ever since he's a troublesome six-year-old, the idea of you being completely stuck by his side till you both grow old has already embedded itself on his head. Although back then, he meant living in a nice house in the future with your own house just across or beside his, your own families growing close to each other. Right now, however, he imagines you being with him inside his own house and building your own family. So knowing you’re one of the women who’s got the worst dysmenorrheas ever, of course, he's gotta take care of you so you'll still be alive when the day he'll finally be a man to confess these stuff to you - Okay, this is complete nonsense, so anyway-

Saturday 7:16 PM

Star Kook: on my way

Otor-nim Y/N: Thank you, Kook! Oh and bring that film Tae is Talking about.

Star Kook: Love, Rosie?

Otor-nim Y/N: Yesssss

Star Kook: Okay

Otor-nim Y/N: Have I ever told u that I LuV Ya??????

Star Kook: Ew.

 Oh god, does he wish you mean that. Please bless his rampaging heart.

 //

            Three knocks were made against the door before Jungkook uses the spare key of your room you gave to him. At the sound of your door unlocking, you look up from your haphazard state of your right leg laid on your couch and the other on the floor.

           You pull yourself to see him. "Heya Kook! That was...fast."

           "Yeah, what do you expect from me?" He gives you a smug smile, walking to your couch to land his butt alogside yours with a plop. He wouldn’t tell you that he actually spent a long ass time deciphering the best brand of pads in the convenience store. "You know I'll always be fast. It's the Jeon Effect."

           The stink eye you're giving him made him lean back and release a loud guffaw. You're probably slapping his face in your head.

           "Here's the pads. And yeah. I bought you ice cream and Chinese takeout."

           "Really?!" You turn your body towards him, eyes bright.

           Jungkook smiles, eyes mimicking the crescents of the moon. God, even if your hair has yet to feel the bristles of your brush, even if you look so pale with no make-up on, even if you practically look like death in front of him, you look so beautiful.  

           Jungkook clears his throat. "Yeah, really. Now sit down. I'll grab us some spoons, then we'll watch the movie. What do you wanna eat first? Ice cream or the take out?"

           "Hmm...I'll go with ice cream."

           "As always. Dessert before the main course."

           You chuckle as you return his grin. "Dessert before the main course."

           Ten minutes later into Love Rosie, you've already curled up on your couch, head now placed on your bestfriend’s lap when a few minutes prior it was settled on the crook of his neck and shoulder. The rhythmic feeling of Jungkook’s fingers carding through your locks was probably the culprit. Anyway, it was only then that you seemed to remember something.

           “Kook…”

           “Yeah?” Jungkook stops the movements of his fingers, angling his face towards you.

           “I forgot to grab our map.”

           “Oh yeah, okay just sit there. I’ll get it,” he says, immediately grabbing a pillow to place under your head as he scamper to your room.

           The map was easy to find. It’s folded on top of your bed, a blanket studded with colorful stars that have already faded hues through age. While it wasn’t the prettiest fabric, your blanket has served its purpose of providing you comfort and warm, even actually beyond what a blanket could provide. He remembers the seven-year-old you who claimed that this blanket wasn’t a blanket but a map – his and your map to the worlds your creative mind has planned and put into ink on paper. The stories you created grew and grew that you have to immortalize them into something tangential, something real for the fictitious tales you colored his and your life with.

           It took six years in high school before Jungkook realized that this blanket was not just a map for the Emerald Prince’s Kingdom, for the Empire of the Dandelion Lions, or for your favorite Golden Prince and his quest to reunite with his Rose. It was a blanket that always mapped his way back to his home when he ran away and you and your blanket were the only ones that accompanied him that lonely night, back to his self when you covered him in its fabric after one cold night after playing football for the very first time, and back to you when he suddenly avoided you for weeks because of the romantic feelings that grew in his ribcaged heart and all it took was one tearful night and your blanket over your heads to see you, your eyes, and the probability of him balancing the gravitational differences between your hearts. Two years have passed and Jungkook thinks his quest for your affections have also been fruitful, if the pink blush on your cheeks whenever he does surprise bear hugs and uncalled gifts were indicators of that. Anyway, Jungkook is yet to give up. He’s got more years to pour his love for you to make up for his lost chances in the previous years.

           Jungkook makes his way back to you, unfolding the blanket before draping it on your shoulders. He goes back to his seat and settles your head back on his lap. You grab his right hand to put it on your tresses and at the sound of your relieved sigh when he plays with your hair again, he chuckles. “You really like me playing with your hair, huh?”

           “Shut up, Kook.”

           Jungkook laughs. “I’m going to buy you a starry pajamas set when your birthday comes.”

           “Way to break the surprise, Jeon. Anyway, you know I’ll only wear them when you got a set that matches it so you better buy yourself one too. Who knows you’re planning to make me look hideous again.”

           “Of course, Y/N, we have to look horrible together, I’ll make sure of that.” Jungkook  doesn’t reply to your huffs of “how about you look hideous without dragging me into your stupid shits” and just tells you to focus on the movie.

           An hour and forty minutes later, the credits were rolling and Jungkook could feel your soft even breaths. He turns off the TV before crouching down to pick you up in his arms, blanket still draped on your body. You instantly snuggle into the warmth of his arms, the tip of your nose grazes the soft flesh of his neck, making him shudder.

           He sets you on your bed and tucks you comfortably in your blanket. However as he draws back to give you a good night kiss on your forehead you’ll never know off anytime soon, your right hand shoots out and grabs his, immediately sending a thousand electric bolts running rushing through his veins, from your cold hand, the fact you’re actually awake, or the possibility of him almost caught red handed, he doesn’t know.

           “Kook, y’know, Rosie and Alex are kinda stupid.”

           Oh, you’re talking about the film. Jungkook opts to sit on your bed. He doesn’t have it in himself to let your hand go. “Hmm…yeah, why is that?”

           “I don’t know…I mean, they had so many chances to just be brave and say what they felt to each other? They would have…y’know, don’t get through those stupid misunderstandings and conflicts when they just…said it aloud. Ya’get me?”

           Jungkook nods and squeezes your hand. He doesn’t know why, but it felt like a personal attack. All these things he’s been doing, all these staged fronts he pulls up just to keep his cool and not act like he’s actually whipped by you – yeah, they’re kinda stupid. But–

           You flutter your eyelashes at him and let a smile spread on your face. “I know I’m blabbing trash. Anyway, thank you for keeping me company and helping me with my shitty day…yeah…and I hope you won’t go stupid too and just say upfront whatever you’re feeling.”

           Before Jungkook lets your words sink in, he feels a pair of soft lips land on the apples of his cheek, so fast as if a butterfly fluttered past him. Jungkook’s mouth falls open, his hand on his cheek frozen as he turns to look at you, head now ducked beneath your covers.

           “Y-Y/N–“

           “That’s all. G’night, Kook.”

           “O-okay. G’night.”

           Only when Jungkook closes your door does he hear a faint “Love you,” and before he lets his imaginations take control again, he dismisses them and treks back to his dorm.

           Maybe it was all a dream, maybe it was real, but all Jungkook knows, this is a sign, and he sure as hell will not take it for granted. As soon as he reaches his room, he immediately pulls the familiar pink stationery, and the iconic golden crown tape you always find in the love letters addressed to you in your locker. For the very first time, Jeon Jungkook will be honest with everything now. No more pretenses–just him and you, and the reality of his feelings.

“Dear Princess,

It’s time for me to introduce myself. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your childhood friend, and bestfriend for more than ten years, and the Little Prince who’s been sending you love letters for the past six months.”

So…Did you give her the letter?

Not yet, Hyung.

Why?

It’s not the right time, Tae…I-I gotta have the time right.

But I thought you’ll court her for real now?!

I’m self-contradictory, hyung, okay?  I’m stupid, I know. I just-ugh! I just gotta wait…ease my way out of the friend zone, then I’ll send her the letter.

Okay, If you say so.

I will, hyung, I’m sure. Very soon.

A/N pt. 2 | Is this a sign hons? HAHAHAHHA don’t worry, TPAHR won’t be ending anytime soon. I’ve still got loads of stuff planned for this drabble series. Anyway, enjoy the suspense. Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for the support you’ve all been giving me! I love you, hons!

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[tominicholland]

Time of Your Life

Pairing: Harry Holland x Protagonist (brief, planned), Tom Holland x Protagonist (main, planned)

Synopsis: Jacob Batalon’s youngest cousin (Protagonist) is now – as of August – 18 years old. At the nearly-ripe age of 17, she accompanied her cousin to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere where she grows acquainted with the younger crowd of the star-studded cast and – most importantly – piques the interest of two Holland boys, Harry (who’s the same age) and Tom (who’s three years her senior).

Author’s Note: This is going to be a two-part chapter because I didn’t want to have one lengthy episode. I wanted to keep you guys excited about what’s going to happen, and executing it in such a drawn-out way would kill what I have in mind. 

Word Count: 1,470 

Part I // Part II //Part III //Part IV.1: The ASSembly, pt. 1  In which the protagonist’s suspicious friend raises a good question about the ethics of her FaceTime with her cousin, Jacob, and his two friends, Tom and Harrison.

Part IV: The ASSembly, pt. I

“Are you for real?” Carlos abruptly shut his AP Government book before jotting down all the key terms. “You and Tom Holland on Facetime?”

“Yeah,” my phone rested at the top-right corner of my desk, right behind the shoulder of the girl in front of me. I unlocked it, opened the FaceTime app and Carlos sat on top of his leg to see what was going on.

“Whoa, that’s pretty lengthy,” he eyed the last call I’d received, which was from Jacob. “I can’t believe they called you.”

“No,” I waved my hand at him as if it would dispel that thought from him. “They didn’t call me, Jacob did and they just happened to be listening in. They just happened to be in the same hotel room.”

Carlos’ brow arched and his eyes were piercing. I noticed his furrowed visage with each crevice shifting as he contemplated whether he should reveal his hunch. His golden mind was at work and his face conveyed that. “That’s weird,” he claimed.

“What’s weird?” I think I had some idea of what he was talking about. I mean, it’s not every day that some famous people end up video-chatting with some regular person, right?

“Based on what you told me, Jacob – pretty much – deliberately let two strangers in on some confidential stuff. Family stuff… and he let them in on it, too?” he scratched the back of his neck and shook his head with uncertain distrust. “If my cousin were to do that with some randos, I would be pissed. Even if they ended up being uplifting people, I’d still have my guard up and be sceptical of why they’re interfering with my personal shit.”

This was something I didn’t consider. Like any teenage girl, my mind flitted and my heart throbbed like I was a hummingbird of a spirit in the presence of life’s sweetest gift: a cute celebrity boy (make that two, if you count Harrison). My dreams in the interim were absolutely juvenile, all flushed and pink and fantastic. By no way did it ever cross my mind that the call was supposed to make me feel uncomfortable, and in an awful, delayed reaction induced by Carlos, it did.

“Hey,” Carlos nudged me with his elbow. I was being terribly introspective for a minute that I hadn’t noticed that we were now doing legitimate group work in class and he dragged his desk right next to mine.

I felt my breathing grow stronger, approaching thunder. My head sunk lower and lower and I could see Carlos’ following mine, despite my vision growing hazier. “Maja,” I heard him call, so muffled. “Maja!”

But my neck and back snapped themselves straight again. I shook it off and did my best to convince Carlos that it was nothing. “I’m tired,” I reassured him. “Didn’t get enough sleep because I was too busy thinking about Tom.”

“Do you need to go to the ASB again? You can ditch. I’ll tell Mr. Preston you’re not feeling too well or something,” as he said this, Carlos took his left arm and rested on the back of my chair and sank back a little in his. He took his right hand and rubbed the side of his face, which was a profile in exhaustion and guided his hand from his cheek to his forehead, from his forehead to the back of his face, and then retracted it. Then he reverted his attention to me as he yawned, “I think he’ll believe me, and I’ve never tried using my Student Body President card on a teacher before.”

I let out a faint smile and thanked him. “It’s fine,” I had to decline his offer because I wanted to use this class to pick at his brain. I needed to know if I was an idiot; it’s not in a young girl’s best interest to know that some random person she thought was attractive knew her childish vulnerabilities, especially if it was a first-impression type of deal.

“Ok, suit yourself,” he shrugged and let out a little grin as he watched me yawn. Somehow, this seemed like the verification he needed about my condition – like I wasn’t dying, or something.

“Class,” Mr. Preston got up from his chair at the front of the classroom. He cleared his throat and his voice boomed once more: “Class!”

The classroom din came to a gradual stop as the sight of Mr. Preston, arms stretched, looked like Jesus Christ on the cross. All eyes were on him.

“Now,” he started, “please remember that we’ve got Study Period here today. Also, remember we’ve got an assembly, so do not try to ditch, alright? I’m going to be held responsible for every single person. If there are thirty-five kids here, there must be the same thirty-five kids in the gym.”

My eyes widened and I turned to Carlos. “Shit, did we have assembly set-up yesterday?”

He let out a little chuckle. “Yeah, but don’t worry. We don’t have to report to the gym early. It’s Prom Court assembly, and apparently if we’re seniors – even if we’re in ASB – we can’t help for day-of prep because we might see the preliminary results.”

“Oh yeah, huh?” it had escaped me that for the last few weeks of school, the ASB officers were going through transitional stages. All the seniors had spent the first half of Spring semester training their underclassmen successors in their trades, all leading up to the last month-and-a-week of school, where all the assemblies were hands-off for the expected graduates. This was the first assembly where we didn’t have to do anything.

“Mhm, and I’m wondering who the senior class nominated for Prom Court,” Carlos shifted from a glance to a stare. His eyes blinked three times and then stayed open as he rested his chin on his hand. “Do you know who might get in?”

“No,” I bluffed. I had a probable idea of who would get into Prom Court, and I think Carlos was trying to pry out my feeling that Jake was going to be on there, and Sami was, too. He was, and I just had a gut feeling about it. This was odd for Carlos, though. He was teasing me about Jake, the most heartbreakingly and abusively tantalizing figure in my life at the moment. Normally he elevated himself and was tactful, but something about today really marred his remarkable ability to – in a rational and sensitive way – mind his business.

The bell rang shortly after that, and Carlos and I had to shove our way as the jittery bottleneck turned into an absolute shitshow (you would think that as upperclassmen, we’d know a thing or two about swift exits, but that wasn’t the case). Once we made it out of Preston’s class, were trapped in the calm, middle lane between the rush. We had fifteen minutes to get out snacks, report to Study Period, and then walk over to the gym. About halfway through, I tugged at Carlos’ arm as we sauntered to the food counters outside and said, “Hey, I’m not going to get anything after all. I changed my mind.”

Carlos did a double-take at me and the food counters and, sacrificially, decided he would just starve himself and stay with me. I gave him the “Oh, you don’t have to,” but he cut me off and said, “Look at the line, is it really worth it? Besides, you’re forgetting we’re having pizza today right after the assembly on behalf of Dean Charles.”

“Ohhh, yeah, we don’t have to set things up, but we do have to tear things down,” I reasoned to myself out loud.

The bell rang and we rushed back to Preston’s class before the incoming bottleneck. Our seats were still closer than they were in regular arrangements, but I noticed that Carlos paid this no mind – and I didn’t, either. We waited and waited for Preston to finish taking attendance, then give us the green light to form somewhat of a line and march to the auditorium. When he dismissed our quadrant of the classroom to get up, I felt a hand touch my elbow from behind, as if someone was guiding me and had their arm around me.

I turned around and it was Carlos. His cheeks were flushed but he maintained a cool composure, which morphed into a Secret-Service-like dourness. “C’mon, let’s go,” he rushed me, as he slid from behind me to in front of me, now dragging my arm. Perhaps it was Senior Spirit possessing him, and making him a more awkward and rapturous than ever. Whatever it was, I knew it had to do with the assembly. Confidentiality my ass. He knew something I didn’t.