(or more often wait for him to fall off because he's too big to sit there)

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

Wrecked (Jikook Threesome)

I don’t know what to warn this. But it is pure smut and it has yaoi in it! If you don’t like it don’t read it. @silhouetted-beauty Helped me plan this out, so this is for you really <3 

You fidgeted with the box that you had currently been wrapping on your table, the tape not making your life easier as you tried to tape down the brown wrapping paper that had your doodles on it for your best friends. A soft growl rose from your throat, the corner of the left side of your mouth pushed up into a snarl. Your hair was everywhere from how you pulled it and raked your brains trying to figure out a solution to this hard task that was supposed to be simple. Clicking on your tongue when the box looked at least half decent, you made a motion to hop up from your kitchen table going towards your room to change from your long shirt that you slept in into something more appropriate for going out. Which actually in your mind wasn’t anything more covered up. Grabbing at white high waist shorts you slipped them on but not before putting on some fishnets that had a protective band around your waist ensuring the material would stay secure. Placing on your favorite red lace bra, you threw on a pink button down shirt, leaving the first three buttons undone you only snapped two below it in total before tying the ends in the front causing the shirt to rise and show a peak of the lower part of your belly button. Crossing into the bathroom feeling your excitement boil over practically, you set yourself in to curl your hair and pin it up, tying a bandana around it letting your bangs fall messily into your right eye. Your makeup was bold because at times you liked to be a bold girl- just not a scary one. Base and foundation a little blush also never hurt. Your eyebrows were drawn in to make them thick, your eyelashes curled and lined with mascara. You put pink eyeshadow around the bottom of your eyelid leaving the top to be a soft stroke of red as if it was fading out. You drew on wings on your eyelids finishing it off with red lipstick. Once you made sure you looked absolutely breathtaking you went to put on ankle boots not wanting to have to walk around town in heels all day.

Why were you getting so dressed up? Well your best friends Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook had just gotten back from tour. You had missed them terribly and while they were gone you also visited the states to stock up on their favorite snacks that couldn’t get brought in Korea and you made them something like a care package. You knew that the two should be home today, or at least the whole group, you hadn’t actually talked to them but considering they had down time you wanted to bet they would avoid the studio and the company building while they rested for at least a day. You had known Jimin and Jungkook before they debuted and you were lucky enough they kept you around to meet the rest of their friends deeming you as a best friend for life. And you were proud of all their hard work and everything they stood for. Grabbing at your house keys, you carried the large box in hand. As you walked to the curb to wait for a taxi all of you hoped that they were there, yes you should have asked but there’s no harm in coming over unannounced, right?

An hour later you were standing there in front of the dorm shaking off the nervous feeling you had in your stomach. You always got like this when it was time to come face to face with them again. It didn’t help that they were attractive as well, making you all the more nervous though you’ve practically spent all your time here with them. Walking up to their door, you knocked on the surface leaning against the door to see if you could hear anything. A pout soon graced your facial features as you were returned with nothing. Sighing you tried knocking once again and when you got no answer you called both phone lines that rang but never picked up. Sighing, you grabbed your spare key from your pocket (not even the manager knew you had it) so you had to pick and choose the right times to come over for his sake as well. You moved to open the door walking inside deciding to just leave the box there and wait for Jimin and Jungkook to tell you later how much they enjoyed the gift. At first, you decided to leave in on the table so that everyone would know it was from you but because you thought one of the elders would try to keep it for themselves you opted out and decided to head for their room.

“Ungh~ J-jimin.” You heard a deep male voice ring out with a cry of pleasure.

Your face heated up quickly, your ears felt like they were on fire and you prayed that you heard that wrong. Creeping towards the heavy breaths that quickly followed the moans of pleasure you ended up in front of one of the rooms. The door was ajar, open enough to see in but not wide enough to walk right in. What you saw almost made you drop the box. Jimin was on top of Jungkook, their naked bodies were pressed together, Jimin’s hand wrapped around Jungkook neck as he drove into him, fucking him senseless against the bed. Jimin was smirking looking down with hooded eyes at the male below him. Groaning from the pleasure as his hips slapped against Jungkook’s. His sweaty hair pressed against his forehead some falling into his eyes as he opened his mouth to whisper out to the pleading male.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck your ass for such a long time now don’t you know that? Seeing you do such sinful body rolls, how you kept teasing me biting those plump lips. You should be careful Jungkook, I’d hate for the hyungs to see you limp around wondering why your ass is so sore.” Jimin taunted earning husky moans from Jungkook.

“I did it just for you. I wanted you to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. I don’t get to have the pleasure often.” Jungkook groaned out rolling his head back in pleasure.

Jimin gripped at Jungkook’s member stroking it in time with his thrusts earning more shouts of pleasure from the vocalist. “Hmm sounds like someone enjoys that. You’re such a dirty boy baby. Do you like how I touch your cock? Does Jiminnie make you feel good?” Jimin taunted earning a strangled approval moan from Jungkook.

You almost dropped the box in your hands. You KNEW IT! You had tried multiple of times to ask Jimin and Jungkook about it and they denied that they were anything more than friends. It wasn’t until the latest broadcast of the Vapp that you figured they were lying to you trying to cover their asses. But now finally you had something to hang over their head! No more could they embarrass you. A soft groan from the room made you come back to the scene in front of you, your eyes were cast down to the floor as you had been lost in thought. Your panties becoming damp as you listened in on the lovers fucking. Your eyes roamed from the floor up to the bed and the dark eyes piercing through your own made you gasp out loud. Taking a step back to run you tripped over your feet, falling on your ass with the box almost falling onto the ground but you managed to catch it in your lap. Scooting backwards, your eyes stayed on Jimin as you backed up, seeing him smirk you tried to scramble off the floor but it was too late.

“Why don’t you come in here y/n.” Jimin gave Jungkook one last hard thrusts, a bit of anger washed through him that you had chosen the worst time to come over. He had been sexually frustrated since the tour started and all he wanted to do until the others come home was fuck into Jungkook.

“I-I no. I can come back.” You stammered moving to stand up as Jimin pulled out of Jungkook slowly locking his eyes with yours he gave a hard glare.

“I said, come in here.” Jimin demanded. Jungkook turned to look at you, a flush face and body he sat up slowly biting on his bottom lip. You could feel your legs pulling you forward but your mind screamed that it wasn’t a good idea to go home and talk to them later. Curiosity took over the best of you and without thinking you moved until you were standing in the front of both of them holding the box you got from them. You were so nervous that sweat started to build up on your forehead, and you squirmed in your spot.

“Why are your shoes still on?” Jungkook asked to cut through the awkward air trying to lighten the move.

“Yeah can I go now?” You asked softly placing the box down on the dresser that was against the wall.

“Why on earth would you want to leave now?” Jimin asked sarcastically giving a flustered smile. He was nervous, if you told anyone they would get teased forever and it wouldn’t be a good situation from there.

“Because my best friends are lying pieces of shit. But don’t worry I’ll make sure not to laugh when I tell Namjoon I was right all along.”

“You’re not telling anyone!” Jimin shouted moving to sit at the edge of the bed and you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel downwards to rest on his toned body and red shaft. It looked swollen and painfully hard.

“I will do whatever I please!” You snapped back at him when you came to your senses.

“Please don’t y/n.. No one else but you know..” Jungkook pleaded and you paused for a split second wishing you would just stop checking the both of them out, because Jungkook looked so thick and your mouth watered, they were both so sexy.

“You’re lying. Why should I believe you?!” You asked feeling your face heat up more, you don’t know why you were making this into such a big deal when it wasn’t even about you.

“Look, I know we lied to you but I promise! They don’t know about us. And we aren’t ready to tell them yet. We are still figuring things out enjoying each other. It’s safer this way.” Jimin pleaded. You growled softly, you didn’t want to believe them. But.. It would make sense why they were left behind when the rest weren’t here and how they acted so needy on camera.

“Listen. I don’t give a damn about what you do behind closed doors but they are your friends just like I am but if anything, they are more important and they deserve to know!” You stomped your foot about to walk off until Jimin gripped at your wrist to tug you back towards him.

“Look we already apologized what else do you want??” Jimin questioned sighing heavily. “Look you are our best friend besides the guys so we trust you but if we have to we will blackmail you.” Jimin said causing you to jerk your wrist from him. You were going to say something but in that moment Jungkook leaned over to whisper something to Jimin who was turning from stressed out to perked up and full of smiles.

“Actually.. That’s a great idea Jungkook.” Jimin smirked tilting his head. “I mean, it’s no secret you’re attractive as fuck.” Jimin moaned out standing up making his way over to you.

“Jimin.. This isn’t funny stop.” You warned in a shaky tone stepping back.

“What’s the matter? Can you honestly tell me you don’t want us? We have seen the way you look at us and I must admit you’ve been a reason I’ve stroked myself many nights. Thinking about those pretty pink lips around my hard cock. I bet your eyes would water up when I fuck that nice mouth of yours. Or maybe that nice tight pussy. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, hasn’t it?” Jimin asked, coming up to stand in front of you, your feet had stopped moving you backwards. Some part of you liked the fucking attention both males were giving to you and you were starting to hate that part a bit. “I know you want it. And I bet you’re tight.” Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his hardened cock against your stomach, he gripped at your ass cheeks thrusting his hips backwards and forwards causing his thick appendage to rub across your skin.

“J-Jimin don’t you dare fuck with me.” You stammered before realizing what you just said. He gave you a smirk, and when you tried to open your mouth and change what had already been said, he replaced the air with his lips kissing you hungrily as his hands dug into your plump ass cheeks. His tongue darting out to lick the inside of your mouth causing a heated battle between the two of you. At first your movements were hesitant and shy but it didn’t take you long for your hands to be moving up to tangle into Jimin’s soft locks of hair. Jungkook watching the scene in front of him felt his cock twitch at the sight. You both looked so good together and he wanted in on the action. Standing up, he moved to stand behind you pressing his naked body against your back side, his hand sweeping around your front in between your legs that were trying to shut tight.

“Nuhuh, open them!” Jungkook commanded. You tried to rebel due to the fact that he was Jimin’s bottom but he was having none of that. Pulling your hair back he broke the kiss, making you strain to look up at him a dark glower in his eyes. “Don’t disobey me, or think for one second just because I let Jimin take over I won’t fucking wreck your little pussy or your tight ass.” Jungkook warned and Jimin chuckled breathing against your neck causing you to shudder as he licked a stripe up your skin.

“Don’t worry baby. We have a couple of hours, either way she’s going to be wrecked. She won’t even have a voice. She will be begging us not to stop.. Or to stop it doesn’t matter as long as she’s cumming on my cock.” Jimin stated as Jungkook let your hair go, Jimin’s hand gripping your chin forcing you to look at him. “You’re going to be daddy’s good girl, right?” He asked softly licking across your bottom lip, but the way he said it made you know that no matter what he was not asking he was telling. Your body was betraying you, your panties were becoming soaked and you were needy. Your breathing was hitched already from a fucking kiss. “Let’s get you undressed, shall we?” Jimin asked rhetorically as his hands moved up to cup your breast earning a slight moan from you. Jungkook leaned his head over to latch his lips onto your skin, sucking at your flesh causing you to squirm where you stood. Jimin messaged your breast through your bra, his fingers flicking across your nipples, Jungkook’s hand moved down between your legs that you opened for him voluntarily feeling him cup your sex rubbing your clothed pussy with his hand.

“Can you feel how hot she is Jimin? I bet she’s so wet right now. Thinking about what we will do to her.” Jungkook teased, his hand raising to slip inside of your shorts and past the barrier of your thigh highs even your panties, his long fingers brushing against your wet clit before a finger slid up and down your slit causing you to mewl in pleasure. “Well would you look at that. It’s an ocean down here. I didn’t know you got off watching men fuck.” Jungkook taunted playing with your slit before he went to pinching on your throbbing bud. “Such a dirty slut.” He whispered against your ear causing you to bite on your bottom lip.

Jimin started to work on your shirt undoing it and pulling it off you. You were in his favorite red bra you just didn’t know it. Or did you? Because even though you were all friends you always had a way of teasing him. Jimin leaned down to lick the top of your breast, his hands squeezing your mounds in his hand before he dips his tongue down the valley of your flesh. You pushed your hips down against Jungkook’s hand who was sliding a finger inside of you thrusting it slowly while your bra was removed. “I can’t wait to fuck these.” Jimin admitted throwing your bra somewhere behind him, leaning forward he teased you with his tongue, swiping across your flesh but never staying too long. Using his teeth to bite at your nipple and pull the flesh with his fingers. Your mouth opened as tiny moans of his name came out of your mouth.

“You’re so cooperative. Had I known you would have been so ready to fuck, we would have let you join a long time ago.” Jimin chuckled deeply.

“F-fuck. You.” You spat through clenched teeth as Jungkook added another finger inside of you, stroking your inner walls with his thick fingers burying them to the hilt, slowly stretching you out.

“No baby.” Jimin stated looking up in your eyes. “I’m going to fuck you.” It was the way he said it that had your legs buckling as your hands gripped onto your shorts. He chuckled wrapping his lips around your left nipple sucking on it harshly, his tongue sliding up and down your perked-up nipple while his free hand played with your other breast. Jungkook searched for your spot, thrusting his fingers in different directions until he found it earning a sharp cry from your lips. He smirked using his fingers to plunge deep into your heat using his legs to spread you wider as Jimin got on his knees to suck more at your breast. You could hear the wet sounds of Jungkook’s fingers slamming inside of you.

“Does it feel good? Do you like how I finger fuck you princess?” Jungkook asked, brushing his thumb against your clit. He was staring to pick up his speed but when you didn’t answer, he stopped holding his fingers in place his free hand gripping at your chin forcing your head back once again as you whined. “If I ask you something you will answer. Or you will leave here one frustrated woman.” His eyes burned into yours and you nodded your head in understanding not wanting to try him out on his threat. “Good girl, tell me you like it.” Jungkook gave a half smirk his fingers slamming in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Holy shit! I love it Jungkook- please it feels so good! I love your fingers stretching out my pussy!” You cried out with a flushed face. Jimin kissed down your body moaning at your sounds, gripping at your shorts he undid them in a hurry, pulling them down your legs and taking off your shoes. Instead of keeping your fishnets intact, he started to rip them from your core opening you up for him. He could see the water that collected in your panties, he could see it dripping down the inside of your thighs as Jungkook’s fingers worked on your body. He looked up at you, moving his hands back to play with your breast.

“Jungkook! Jungkook I’m going to cum!” You cried out, your body was shaking, goosebumps rising on your skin from the pleasure your pussy was speaking loud and clear with the lewd noises, your makeup would have been ruined had it not been water proof.

“Cum for me baby.” Jungkook rasped out. You were still trying to hold out, watching as Jimin destroyed your fishnets to place open wet kisses along your skin. “Please. Please cum for me.” Jungkook almost begged, his hips rolling against your ass. Feeling his stiffened member between your ass cheeks as he used his fingers to fuck you was too much. Your stomach tightened and legs gave way as you nodded your head your cum spilling onto his fingers. Jungkook harshly bit on your ear moaning seductively as he rode out your orgasm with you, his fingers curling inside of you to get everything the wetness that trickled down your thighs getting sucked up by Jimin.

Jimin pulled down your panties, looking at your glistening center as Jungkook toyed with your pussy before he pulled his fingers back slowly. He brought his fingers up to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth. Parting your lips, you almost gagged on his fingers as Jungkook shoved them down your throat making you taste yourself, Jimin wasting no time through one of your legs over his shoulder attacking your pussy with his mouth. He latched onto your center, his lips wrapping around your clit as he harshly sucked. His tongue was pressing down against the throbbing pink clit, the flat of his tongue roughly moving up and down as he sucked on you. Your cries were choked back by the fingers that were brushing down the back of your throat, a spit trail starting to escape your mouth and dance down the sides. Jimin kept your legs open, using his mouth to cover your pussy, his tongue flicked rapidly up and down your slit, his hands moving to spread your pussy lips wide. He shoved his warm tongue inside of your pussy groaning at the taste. Your mind was blown, you had no words for how you felt but you knew you wanted to please them as much as you were getting pleased. Your hand reached around you to grab at Jungkook’s shaft. You pumped him dry at first, causing his hips to buck up against your hand as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. He looked over your shoulder, reaching his dry hand down to grab at Jimin’s head pushing it closer to your pussy causing you to both moan out. Jungkook let the tip of his cock pressed against your ass cheeks, opening your plump flesh with one hand he let his thumb press against the ring of your tight asshole.

“I can’t wait. To bury my dick to the hilt inside of your pussy. And fuck you until you can’t even beg for mercy.” He groaned against your ear causing you to release a whimper from your lips, your hand squeezing at his tip to gather precum from his tip. Jungkook groaned looking down at how painfully hard he was, your hand wasn’t going to do it.

“Jimin.” He rasped out, his own neediness coming out. Jimin looked up from your pussy, his hands rubbing up and down the insides of your thighs as his mouth moved on your pussy, his tongue wiggling on your insides causing you to grow wetter from the motions of his tongue. Jimin looked from your pussy up to Jungkook and back to you, he pulled back slowly licking his lips and standing up.

“I want you to suck Jungkook off.” Jimin gripped onto your arm turning you around. You got on your knees, looking up at Jungkook you gripped his shaft running your tongue along the underside of his cock causing him to shudder and slap your hand away. He positioned his cock at your mouth pushing it inside. His hand gripping at your curls fucking them up as he brought your head down onto his shaft face fucking you harshly. His moans filled the room as he snapped his hips against your face his balls hitting your chin. Jimin laid on his back, spreading your legs wide he caused you to straddle him making you ride his face. Your moans only aided Jungkook in feeling more pleasure, pushing his cock down your throat watching as it disappeared between your lips. Your red lipstick was coming off your lips and becoming smeared as he pressed against your face. He cupped your cheeks with his free hand slapping your cheek as he watched you.

“Look at all that pretty red lipstick getting smeared over my dick. I never knew you took it so well, you look like you’ve found where you belong. On your knees for me.” Jungkook taunted you licking his lips as he saw you moan from it. Jimin could feel your walls tighten around his tongue, his fingers going up to brush against your clit aiding his work on your pussy. Your hand reached down to grip his hair, tears brimming in your eyes from both the stretch and the pleasure, you were crying out around Jungkook’s swollen shaft that stretched out your jaw. You tried to pull back to get Jimin to let up but Jungkook was holding you down making you take him. Your legs trembled as you looked up at him, face fucked as well as your pussy, your second orgasm rippling through you and causing your hips to grind harshly against Jimin’s face. He gripped at your ass cheeks keeping you in place continuing to suck you clean until he felt you were done. He pulled back from you sliding from under your body he motioned to the bed with his head for Jungkook to see. Jungkook pulled back from you slowly, helping you up he pushed you down on the bed, your front half against the bed but the rest of your body standing. Your legs spread wide for him, his hands stroking at your sides.

“I’m actually glad you told us all about you being on the pill. Now I can fill this pussy up as much as I want to and not have to worry about getting you pregnant.” Jungkook stroked his slick shaft that was wet from your spit. Rubbing his head up and down your slit he watched as you tried to claw at the bed and move. He found it adorable that you didn’t want to beg for mercy when your body was fully red and reacting to every little touch. Jungkook slid inside of you slowly, causing a moan to ripple from both your lips as he filled you to the brim. His hands gripping at your hips he started to bring you backwards slamming you down on his shaft moaning from the pleasure. His hips slapping against yours, his thick length pushed deep inside of your walls resting against your spot. He buried himself deep as much as you could take he gave it all to you thought he saw you wincing and trying to squirm. He snapped his hips forward, rolling them in part to tease Jimin and in part to hit your spot just the right way. Jimin was frustrated he was so horny, watching you get fucked against the bed your body sliding up and down the wrinkled sheets as your fingers dug into the fabric was too overwhelming and all his blood was south. He took in a sharp breath as you looked up at him, moaning out Jungkook’s name with swollen lips. He growled gripping at your hair, he lifted your head and pressed your lips against his cock. You opened your mouth to take him in, he was thick like Jungkook, you could see why the other didn’t mind him fucking him from behind. Your tongue rolled against his heated shaft, pressing against his slit and nibbling on his tip you grazed your teeth across his flesh every once in a while. Your whole body felt stuffed, the only thing that wasn’t full was your asshole but Jungkook was working to change that, his thumb sliding inside of your tight ring of muscle causing you to jump.

“Relax and take it. Take it all.” Jungkook mumbled, his other hand moving to slap at your ass cheeks, listening to the sound resonate against the walls. He watched your flesh bounce, stopping his hips he slapped your ass again. “I want more. Fuck yourself on my dick. I want to see this ass bouncing on me. Don’t disappoint me y/n. Show me and Jimin what you can do.” You were eager to prove to them that you were good when it came to pleasing people. Lifting up to press your hands against the mattress, your hips pressed back as you fucked yourself on Jungkook’s shaft, he was entering you deeply, it felt so good to have his stiff pole inside of you and though you couldn’t see him you knew he was having a hard time controlling himself. You picked up the pace, your hips snapping back to meet his, your ass was bouncing as you rocked your hips and rode him. Soon switching from just going back and forth to going in a circle and winding your hips, you could hear Jungkook moan in pleasure behind you, his large hand landing more blows on your ass cheeks. Jimin reached over with his free hand dragging his nails up your spine sending a chill through your body and it almost made you fall against the bed with how it shook your body. Jimin smirked, grabbing at Jungkook’s hair he brought him in for a kiss letting Jungkook taste your sweetness on his tongue. While they shared a heated kiss, you tried to handle both fucking Jimin’s dick with your mouth and Jungkook’s dick with your pussy. You were starting to slow down, trying to not crumple but the pleasure was too much and the overstimulation was creeping into your system. It seems neither of them were having it. Jimin pulled back from the kiss, thrusting his hips against your face causing you to gag as he shoved his dick into your mouth trying to push it far down your throat not satisfied until he could hear you choking and feel your nose brush against the base of his dick against his pubic hairs.

“Fuck her Jungkook. Fuck her.” He moaned out looking down at how your hips connected before he looked in the male’s eyes. His face was covered in red and sweat, his abs tightened up, Jimin knew he was close he knew he had to feel good. He smirked lazily, feeling his own stomach tighten but he was going to hold out for now. “Harder, fucking wreck her Jungkook.” Jimin growled slapping your ass causing Jungkook to speed up slamming as hard as he could into you. Jimin pulled away from your mouth to hear your broken sobs, your hands moving back to grab at his hips.

“Mercy Jungkook! Please Jungkook slow down oh god!” You cried out, tears going down your face from how he fucked you like you were a rag doll. Your body craved it, your pussy felt a hint of soreness but it was a good mix from it. You didn’t know what you wanted, to beg him to stop or keep going but your mouth was shouting out incoherent things. Jungkook gripped at your wrist pinning them down against the bed as he rammed into you, his hips slapping against yours so hard that the bed was shaking in protest under you. He could feel your wet pussy tightening around his cock, how you gripped him like a vice. He rolled his head back letting out a husky cry of your name. He had to hold out, he tried to distract himself not to come but his balls tightened up and he didn’t know how long he could hold it.

“I’m cumming! Jungkook! H-ahh Jungkook!” You breathed out heavily, your eyes were rolling back from the pleasure, he shoved himself inside of you, his strokes causing you to cum, your body trembling against the bed as you fell flat on it, your body was hot and covered with sweat, Jungkook lifted up one of your legs, holding it with his arm as he pinned your hips to the bed, losing himself in his own pleasure. His warm cum filling up your insides as he slowed down himself pulling out of you. His cum trickling down the inside of your thighs and onto the bed. Your heart hammered in your chest, but Jimin hadn’t had his turn yet. He gripped you by your hips flipping you over on your back. Staring up at him, you braced your hands on his chest as he rubbed his tip at your entrance.

“N-no Jimin I’m still dirty.” You whimpered slightly feeling your pussy trying to push out all of Jungkook’s cum.

“I like it that way.” He gave you a devilish smile pushing slowly into you. Jimin used Jungkook’s cum to slide inside of you causing you to blush and groan at the same time. He gripped at your neck lightly, rolling his hips against yours, his dick smearing all of Jungkook’s cum around your walls. “How does it feel to be our sloppy seconds?” Jimin asked causing a groan to leave your lips. He pulled out of you starting to fuck you at a slow pace, adjusting your pussy to his size now, some cum trickling out of your pussy as he pulled back only to push back inside of you. Jungkook moved sit on the bed by your head watching as Jimin created a medium pace rocking his hips against yours. His biceps popping out as he concentrated on bringing you pleasure, his free hand pressing down into the bed. You rolled your head back enjoying the feeling of being fucked by Jimin, you could see that Jungkook was starting to get turned back on, his half erect member becoming harder the longer he watched your breast bounce or Jimin snap his hips forward to bury himself deeper inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so wet and warm. Nice and tight, which I don’t get because Jungkook just ruined you.. But I know.” Jimin smiled pulling out of your pussy, he spread your legs open wide, laying you back on the bed, his tip pressed against your asshole, you froze up immediately, Jimin rubbed your clit causing half of you to come down as he slowly entered you from behind. You inhaled a sharp breath your eyebrows squeezing together as the pain took over your ass.

“Just relax. It’ll feel better I promise.” Jungkook kissed you sweetly, his hands played with your nipples as they both worked together to distract you. Jimin stayed in place, it was hard for him not to just snap into you but you were so tight, your ass felt so warm and it snuggled him in like Jungkook’s did. He felt like he could cum from just the feeling. Once he felt you relax a little bit, he started to thrust inside of you, hearing your soft moans from the kiss. Jimin sped up slowly, using his hips to his advantage finding spots that would make you moan out more for him. Jungkook getting too lost in the battle of your tongues slipped his hand down to your clit, rubbing it and causing your hips to buck up more. He broke the kiss to crawl on your stomach, gripping your breast he slid his cock through them, fucking your breast as he watched your flustered face. He was surprised that you wrapped your tongue around his head to suck on the swollen shaft, he shuddered as Jimin reached forward to kiss along his neck, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s ass cheeks. Jungkook leaned over you, grabbing at your hair, you replaced his hands on your breast holding it for him so that he could thrust properly against you. Your tongue flicked up and down his slit wanting to give him as much pleasure as you could. You could hear Jimin moaning from behind the both of you, and you knew that he was getting close to cumming. Jimin gripped at your thighs leaning down to press hickeys against your hips as you took care of Jungkook. But Jimin wanted you to ride him so he kept a slow pace watching as Jungkook lost himself.

He was so out of it fucking your warm wet mouth along with your breast on each side of his cock sucking him in was too much. Jungkook didn’t know how he was cumming so fast, but he was pulling back letting his warm cum paint your pretty face in a mess. He moaned as he tried to avoid your eyes not wanting to mess up a good moment. He slowly slid off you, Jimin took one look at you and let a growl ripple through him. You look exhausted and thoroughly fucked. Grabbing at your hips he scooped you up sitting you in his lap. Jimin bounced you, your hands bracing back on his legs as he fucked into you. Your hips slammed down as you tried to move them squeezing your hole around his cock, you used your fingers to scoop the cum off your face and lick it clean. Jungkook leaned over trying to suck on your clit and rub it while you too pushed back against each other, Jimin leaned forward to crash his lips against yours shoving two fingers inside of your pussy. Curling them he found your spot, thrusting them as deep as he could until he felt you shaking on top of him. At this point it was burning to cum but even you wanted to get one more out, the soreness not stopping you as you pushed your body. You listened to the both of them moan along with what else they were doing to you and in no time, you were cumming for Jimin again, your nails scratching into his thighs as you cried out with your head rolled back. Jimin watched you, his eyes glued to how your face contorted in pleasure, how your mouth hung open. Raising his hips to continue pounding into you, Jimin held your hips down as he filled you up with his cum taking deep breaths. He fell back on the bed, and you needed Jungkook’s help to lay down.

“You’re not tired, already are you?” Jungkook playfully teased you stroking your hair from your face.

“Seriously you don’t need to fuck me anymore I won’t tell a soul.” You complained hating that your pussy was getting excited for another round.

“Well regardless you can’t tell because now you’ve fucked us. And imagine what the guys would say if they found that out? Especially Taehyung.” Jimin snickered looking up at the ceiling glad that they thought this plan through.

“I really hate you.” You whined out loud rolling on your back, you didn’t expect it but Jimin was over you in a flash grinding his half hard shaft against your swollen lips causing you to gasp.

“In that case. Maybe I should fuck it out of you.” He leaned down purring as he pressed his lips against yours.

Mind on a Mission

A/N: Part 2 of the series Rotation.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies


A loud, obnoxious humming noise stirred you. Your eyes were tired and it took a lot of effort to pry them open between sleep and dried makeup gluing them together. An empty bottle, jewelry, and hairpins fell to the floor as you searched the bedside table for your phone. The buzzing stopped for a few seconds, meaning your caller had given up, and so did your hunt. But the table vibrated again shortly after.

“Hello?” you croaked into the receiver, rubbing your eyes in effort to remove the sleep.

“Don’t you sound lovely,” Harry laughed. “Guess I don’t have to ask how yeh feeling.”

“God, what time is it?” you moaned. Light was filtering through your blinds, so it was clearly morning and you’d still have time to get things done, but it felt like you had only just fallen asleep.

“Almost one.”

“One?” you sputter, sitting straight up in bed. So much for being productive. Blood rushed to your head causing it to swim and you noticed the piercing headache pulsing through your entire skull and the dry, cottony feel to your tongue and mouth.

“Yeah.” He laughed again. It’s a lovely sound; deep and a bit throaty, and, dare you think it, quite sexy. “Listen, did Tommy take care of yeh at all last night? Yeh sound like you’ve been through Hell, Bubbles.”

“Hardly,” you scoffed, gently sitting back in bed. “He left not even an hour later. Said I was a real downer with all my crying.”

“Ah, he never has dealt with emotions very well.” Harry toyed with his bottom lip, really thinking hard about what to say next. If he closed his eyes and ran his finger over his lips just so he could almost feel you on them again.

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The Wait

Summary: Eileen tries to be patient while Sam figures things out.

Warning: brief smut, mostly just Saileen feels

Word Count: 1350ish

A/N: I am currently in the Sam x Eileen trash can. Join me, won’t you?


Eileen doesn’t mean to move into the bunker. It’s just one of those things, one of those changes that’s so slow and subtle she doesn’t realize it’s happening at first. And then one day she wakes up with a new, wonderful life. She can’t remember when or where it changed so much. None of the decisions she’s made over the last several months felt huge. But they add up to her hairbrush sitting on the bathroom sink, her favorite cereal in the kitchen, and Dean arguing with her about laundry.

It’s perfect.

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Joker Imagine - I love you

Your P.O.V.

‘‘Go away, Y/N’‘ ‘‘I’m busy’‘ ‘‘Not now’‘ 

Those were the things I heard on a daily basis. Maybe I should’ve guessed this could happen when I started seeing the Joker. It was a few months ago when he robbed the jewelry shop I worked in. I had been terrified but for some reason I didn’t call the cops. He took me with him and I actually enjoyed it.

We got along and I completely let go of my life to be his henchgirl. I fell for the Joker but lately I started feel lonely. He never had time for me and I spent so much time alone in the penthouse, watching tv or reading a book.

It got to the point I started regretting everything

My bag had the most important things in it and some cash. I was holding back tears as I stared at my belongings. It ached my heart but I was convinced that J wouldn’t even notice I was gone. I zipped up the bag and walked out of our bedroom. I put on my shoes, a trenchcoat and a hat so I wouldn’t be so recognizable. Before I left, I decided to try it one more time.

I took a deep breath and walked up to his office. I knocked on the door and opened it a little bit. ‘’What is it now?’’ He sighed and kept his eyes on the desk. ‘’I was just wondering..if..you’d like to do something today’’ I asked him and tried to smile. ‘’It’s a sweet thought doll but I’m busy’’ He answered with another sigh. I gulped because I almost sobbed. I truly thought he could get up from that chair but no.

‘‘Okay’‘ I mumbled, shut the door and walked off. I grabbed my bag and then left the penthouse with an aching heart.

                     A few hours passed as I just walked around. I had nowhere to go and I knew I should look for apartments, but I wasn’t in the mood. I just walked. As the day grew dark, I sat down in an alley on top of a dumpster. It was better than sitting on the ground. Then I leaned against the wall and looked up. The stars tried to shine through the clouds but they were barely visible.

Then I chuckled as I wondered if J had even noticed. I left a letter on the bed so he wouldn’t worry that someone found his damn hideout. Still, it hurt. I had fallen in love with him and I was just a toy for him. At least it felt like it.

All the things I had done. I had been by his side while he killed people. It didn’t make me sad but I could go to Arkham just because of that. Maybe I should? Maybe I deserved to serve my time? 

‘‘No’‘ I muttered to myself and jumped onto my feet. I would not go to that looney bin no matter what. I started heading towards the nearest hotel where I could spend the night.

As I got inside the hotel, I headed to reception. ‘’I’d like a room for one’’ I muttered and put cash on the desk. The lady stared at my money and then at me, wide eyed. ‘’A-Are you..Y/N?’’ She stuttered, almost trembling. Her hand travelled underneath the desk and she pressed a button. ‘’Yes but I’m not like that anymore’’ I defended myself.

Just then someone grabbed my arm. I turned around and saw a security guard. ‘’Hey! Let go of me!’’ I yelled and tried to tug myself free. I hadn’t done anything! The guard tried to put handcuffs around me and that’s when my anger took the best of me. I kicked his thigh and then his grip on me loosened. I punched his jaw and watched as the guard fell onto his back. Without second doubts, I ran straight out of the hotel.

‘‘Fucking hell’‘ I groaned as I tried to find a hiding place. It was so unfair. I ran and ran until I saw ladders. ‘‘Perfect’‘ I smiled and started climbing on top of a building. As I reached the top, I sat down. My heart was pumping hard and I was feeling the adrenaline in my body. Although I was angry, I kinda liked it. Although I must say that I’d like to sleep in a nice bed even more.

‘‘Not so fast, Y/N’‘ A deep voice broke the silence.I clenched my jaw as I looked up to see Batman. Of course, the damn Bat would come for me! ‘‘Fuck off you big flying idiot!’‘ I screeched and stood up. ‘‘I haven’t done anything! Let me be’‘ I hissed, ready to fight that man. ‘‘You attacked a guard’‘ Batman said, making my blood boil. He tried to come closer so he could get me but I wouldn’t allow it. I stepped back. Suddenly he stopped but I kept backing off.

‘‘I didn’t do anything, Bats. The guard came without a-’‘ I defended myself but suddenly I didn’t feel a surface beneath me. I fell back and then screamed. I was falling to the fucking ground! It all happened so fast that I couldn’t process my fear.

But before I got smashed like an egg, someone grabbed me. I held onto whoever had me. The person got us down safely and that’s when tears started to roll down my face. ‘’You gotta be careful, darling’’ A raspy voice said, making me gasp. I looked at my saviour and saw the Joker. ‘’How did you-why..’’ I tried to speak but I was trembling like mad. All these thoughts were running around my head.

Then I saw Batman trying to get Joker. ‘’Watch out, Puddin!’’ I hissed and he ducked just in time. I grabbed Joker’s gun that he always had with him and then pointed at Batman. ‘’You’’ I growled madly, allowing my anger to control me. Joker smiled as he watched the situation.

‘‘Put it down’‘ Batman warned me seriously. I just flashed him a smile and loaded the gun. ‘‘You got about three seconds before I blow your brains out’‘ I let him know. Batman tried to hit the gun out of my head, but I pulled the trigger and it barely touched him, but it was enough make a hole in his cape.

Joker’s henchmen surrounded Batman and that’s when I stepped back. ‘’Let’s go’’ Joker said and took his gun away from me. I glanced at Batman one more time until we left. It wasn’t until we sat in his car that I realised what had happened. I left him and he came for me, saving my life and now I was in his car..

‘‘I didn’t enjoy your letter baby’‘ Joker broke the silence as we drove. Guilt punched my guts. ‘‘I’m sorry’‘ I whispered, looking out of the window. ‘‘No, I’m sorry’‘ He said which honestly surprised me. I almost gasped at his words. The Joker never said that. Never ever in a million years would I have believed to hear that.

‘‘You know doll..I don’t really do this too often. Actually, I don’t remember ever feeling like this’‘ He started to say weird things. I kept my eyes on him as I waited for him to continue. ‘‘I..I love you okay? I thought I lost you and it made me mad’‘ He admitted quietly, almost like he wasn’t sure how to say it. My heart fluttered in my chest and I swear I almost started crying.

Joker held onto the steering wheel tightly and he looked angrily on the road. We were quiet for a while. I was overwhelmed by everything but mostly because he said that. ‘’I love you too’’ I let him know and smiled. Then I leaned against the car seat happily.

He loved me!

@delicrieux  (I wrote this in a hurry so I’m sorry if it sucks haha)

Before Dusk

Originally posted by narryintheam

Pairing: Harry and You 

Words: 800+

Warning: sfw 

Something short and sweet. 

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Krasivaya-Chapter 2

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

You wait patiently at your favorite cafe for Bucky to show. It had become a tradition that every Sunday you and Bucky would meet for brunch and catch up on each others lives. Life could get hectic as an Avenger, often seeing you parted for weeks on end, so the ritual had been born out of necessity before becoming a simple pleasure. It was a bright spot in your week, a reason to get dolled up, and garnered you Bucky’s undivided attention for more than ten minutes at a time. Maybe it was kind of desperate, maybe it hurt as much as you loved it, but you wouldn’t trade that quiet time with Bucky for anything in the world. Especially now.

Bucky and Melissa had been growing ever closer over the last week. Bucky had been paying less attention to the other people in his life, and, after a stern talking to by Steve, you were roped into broaching the subject with the metal armed soldier. Steve figured coming from you, it would carry more weight, and wouldn’t end up with Bucky growing defensive, or giving you the gears about being jealous that he had a girl when Steve didn’t. You wanted to kill Cap for making you do this, but… his distance was beginning to hurt team dynamics, so you’d reluctantly agreed.

The only problem was he was late.

You had been sitting in the cafe for a good forty five minutes, and were starting to get sympathetic looks from the other patrons. Taking out your phone, you send a text to Bucky, inquiring about his whereabouts. Another ten minutes went by and still no answer was forthcoming. Fidgeting with the edge of your coffee cup, you debate whether or not to give this up as a bad idea and go home. Bucky obviously had better things to do.

You should have known, or at least asked him if you were still on for the date. Biting back the tears forming in your eyes, you flag down the waitress and ask for the bill. The pity written on her face has you feeling even worse. Throwing down some money, you hastily exit the cafe.

Ducking into an alley, you sink down onto the garbage strewn ground, finally letting the traitorous tears fall.

He’d stood you up. The realization is devastating, drawing up all the old hurts and fears you’ve struggled with since meeting one James Buchanan Barnes.

Anger replaces heartbreak. Tears dry up. The sharp sting of rejection fresh in your psyche. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you broken. It wasn’t his fault you were this… this lump of uselessness.

He was too good for you. Too pure. Too handsome. He belonged with someone like Melissa. It was time you accepted it.

Picking yourself off the floor, you reach inside your handbag, pull out a compact and try desperately to fix your face. You square your shoulders, and set out to make the long trek home, resolved to keep your distance from Sergeant Barnes.

The walk does you a little good, helping you put things in perspective. It clears the stuffiness of tears from your head at least. The bustle of the city moving around you, carrying on as if your world hadn’t just crashed to ashes at your feet, helps soothe some of your anxious soul. Life moved on, and so would you. Or, so you tried to convince yourself, but the lies you tell yourself are always the hardest to believe.

Exiting the elevator, you stride into the common room only to hear the giggling of Melissa and Bucky from the couch. He’s crouched above her, tickling her while she squeals in delight.

It makes you feel physically sick to watch them together. Lips curling in disgust, you stealthily try and make a hasty exit, but super soldier hearing foils your plan.

“Krasivaya? Where have you been?” Bucky pipes up from the couch, a wide smile plastered on his face as Melissa breathes heavily underneath him.

You stare at him for a full ten seconds before you realize he truly didn’t remember he was supposed to meet you. “I was at the Cafe,” you reply, voice as neutral as you can make it.

The smile slips off his face as realization dawns on him. He scrambles upright, leaping over the back of the couch, ignoring the indignant squeak coming from Melissa. “Shit, (Y/N)! I completely spaced!” Regret is written clearly on his face.

You shrug him off. “It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

He scoffs, “Of course it is! I bailed on ya!”

He reaches to grab your hand, a gesture done so often in the past it’s become second nature. You flinch away from him, taking a step back, you can’t handle having him touch you. The surprise in his face quickly morphs into one of hurt.

“Krasivaya..” he pleads.

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, willing the action to keep you together long enough to make a hasty exit to find Steve or Nat or maybe just fucking run as far away as you can from this shit storm.

Bucky takes a deep breath, putting that charming lopsided grin on his face. The one that he knows will get you to do anything. Two weeks ago it would have worked. “Why don’ we hang out a lil’ later? Mel has to go home soon anyway, so I’ll be all yours.”

Anger makes an unwelcome appearance again. Now that his precious Mel was leaving he wanted to spend time with you? Fuck no! Squaring your shoulders, you raise yourself to your full height, which wasn’t all that impressive if you were being honest.

You look him straight in the eye. “No thank you, Sergeant Barnes. I have a date with a super soldier that actually wants to spend time with me.”

He looks stunned for a minute before he replies with a, “Sergeant?” confusion etched in his face. “(Y/N), I don’t understand why you’re acting this way.”

A small, despairing laugh spills from your lips. “I’m not acting any way. I’ve just come to some hard realizations is all. Some painful truths.” Turning to go, you pause, hand resting on the doorframe. “You did stand me up, though. Left me for forty-five minutes to become that girl that everyone whispers and stares at, pitying because she was too stupid to realize the man she was waiting on wasn’t coming.”

The pain and self-loathing you’re fighting manifests in a wave of power that causes the lights to flicker. It sends Melissa scrambling into the corner of the couch, her fear evident. Pleasure in the reaction streaks through you followed swiftly by guilt.

Exhaling slowly, you crack a false smile. “But don’t worry about it, sarge. It’s forgiven. You and Mel have a nice evening.” With a nod, you stride down the hall, ignoring Bucky when he calls your name.

Stupid, stupid delusional girl. What did you think was going to happen? That he would just miraculously fall for you? You were kidding yourself. Willing yourself to believe that you were worthy of a man like James Barnes. It just made you hate yourself more.

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Loose Tooth (Dad!Shawn)

Requested: Okay I need more dad Shawn in my life after seeing those pictures/boomerang of him and skyla !!!! Ps u are so talented and I love u

A/n: Thank you, you’re sweet! I was just feeling some dad Shawn so I wrote this really quick. I hadn’t been planning this one at all, but I hope you enjoy. 

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When Shawn is away for work, you have to hear your daughter ask when her dad is coming home every single night you put her to sleep and every morning when she wakes up. It breaks your heart every single time. It’s hard to see her missing him so much, almost as much as you miss him. Shawn is an amazing dad, and you wouldn’t want to share the responsibility of parenting with anyone else, but his career makes it very difficult for the three of you sometimes. He tries to be home as much as possible, but he loves touring and performing, and you couldn’t imagine him not doing it.

She’s five now, so she knows when he’s home, and she misses him when he’s gone. This morning, on your way to drop her off at school before heading to work, you almost started crying right there in the car because you missed Shawn so much and you hated that she was missing him too. You hated that he was missing out on weeks at a time of watching her grow. Her tooth is loose, and getting looser everyday, but she’s desperately trying to keep it from falling out. Normally kids are so excited for their teeth to fall out, and she is too, but she wants to wait until Shawn is back home before she lets it come out. That’s what she was telling you on the way to school. That’s what made you almost start crying. 

Shawn isn’t supposed to be home for another week, but you don’t have the heart to tell her now that based on how loose it already is, he probably won’t be back before it falls out. It is these small moments and so many more that make it so difficult to have Shawn gone so often.

Shortly after lunch, you receive a text from Shawn. When you open it, you see that it is a picture of your daughter. At first, you think it is strange because you’re normally the one who texts Shawn pictures of her when he’s away so why would he be texting you an old picture of her randomly. The picture doesn’t have a caption, so you just stare at it for a few moments. By the background, you can tell she’s standing outside of her school, and she looks so happy. You don’t remember taking that picture. Just as you realize she’s wearing the same thing she was wearing when you dropped her off at school this morning, another picture comes in. It is a selfie of Shawn in his car and you can see your daughter in her car seat in the back.

It can’t be. He’s supposed to be in New York right now. Is he home?

She just finished school, so he could have easily picked her up. Normally she goes to the after school care because you don’t get off of work until 5pm. But when Shawn is home, he always picks her up straight after school when he can.  You immediately text Shawn, Are you playing a prank on me?

I’ll see you at home 😉 Is the only response he offers and you want to call him, you want to leave work right now to see him, but you know you can’t.

The next picture you receive from Shawn is your daughter with a big ice cream cone and an even bigger smile on her face. The next three hours until five pm can’t pass fast enough.

You push the speed limit all the way home. And when you enter your home, you can hear a John Mayer song playing over the speakers Shawn insisted on having specially installed. Upon entering the kitchen, you’re hit by the amazing smell of food, and you realize how much you missed Shawn’s cooking. Your daughter is sitting on the kitchen counter, something you never let her do, but Shawn always does. 

“Mommy!” She shouts when she sees you. 

“Hi babe,” You tell her, but you can’t help but head over to your husband first. He immediately wraps you up in his arms and kisses you. “You weren’t supposed to be home until next week.” You say when you finally pull away. 

“I missed my family.” He says simply. 

“We missed you too.” You tell him. “Did you have a good afternoon with Daddy?” You ask turning to your daughter.

“Yes!” She shouts, happiness practically oozing out of her, and your heart is so happy too. Having Shawn home always feels like everything is just how it should be. 

“Tell mommy what happened this afternoon.” Shawn prompts her. 

She opens her mouth wide in response, and then tries to speak with it still open. “I ost ay toot.” She says, keeping her mouth open to show you. 

“You did!?” You say, matching her excitement. 

“I told you it was waiting for daddy to come home.” She says innocently, returning to speaking normally. 

“I guess it was, huh.” You say with a smile. 

“The tooth fairy is coming tonight!” Shawn says excitedly and you shoot him a look. He always insists on leaving a lot of money for her from the tooth fairy and then she goes to school and her friends tell her how much they get from the tooth fairy and they’re all asking why the tooth fairy doesn’t give the same amount to everyone. This has already happened multiple times. While you still struggle to come up with a response, Shawn just says, “I guess the tooth fairy likes you better.” You don’t know what you’re going to do with him. 

Shawn shrugs off the look you gave him and just leans in to kiss you on the cheek, then he kisses your daughter on the cheek as well before saying, “Dinner’s ready, lets eat.” 

knock

Title: knock

Pairing: Jimin/Reader

Genre: Nasty? Is that a genre? 


Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

You raise your hand to the door of his apartment, just barely grazing it with your knuckles as the single most humiliating thought occurs to you. What if he says no? Granted you’re not an idiot … you’re well aware that he has options and that every one of those options are far better suited for his tastes than you could ever hope to be, but you’re also three shots deep and exactly eight hours away from boarding a one way plane to the other side of the world.

In other words you’re on one, and you have a good feeling that he might be on one, too.

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Bad Day (Jungkook x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt: “i was really drunk and i saw this really huge, beefy football player sitting on a bench and crying. so i went into the bushes, gave him a flower, and we talked until he felt better. he gave me his number and said “call me if you ever want to vent too.”

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (female)

Warnings: slight language?, drunk/alcohol

Word Count: 3243

Authors note: So i wrote this based on the above prompt from this amazing post, so give that some love too. I hope you enjoy! This is my first fic, so criticism is appreciated!

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Jungkook was having a very shitty day.

Firstly, his alarm never went off, a result of his brother pulling a ‘prank’ on him and turning off all his alarms. This, in turn, caused him to miss the first half an hour of college and skip breakfast, leaving him hungry, pissed, and ashamed as he walked into the lecture hall to face the disappointed look on his lecturer’s face.

Secondly, in a rush to get to college in a hurry, he never took any money in his pocket, meaning he now had nothing to pay with for food. Despite Taehyung saying he was fine sharing his food, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel guilty, noticing that Taehyung didn’t have much food with him to begin with. Taehyung told him that the day can’t get any worse than it already has been, so Jungkook keeps his head up, promises to pay back Taehyung somehow and continues with his day.

It really can’t get worse, can it?

As it turns out, it can.

Passing by the music hall on his way to football practice, Jungkook noticed a group of students who needed help bringing equipment and such into the hall. Feeling like he needed to commit a good deed as some sort of retribution for whatever caused him to experience this horrible, dreadful day, and thinking it would only take a second, Jungkook was happy to lend a hand to those desperate looking students. A second turned to near 20 minutes when one of the boxes fell apart and the girls “really, really need you to help us put it back together because you’re strong and this stuff is so god damned heavy and Mr Lee is really gonna kill us!”. So, practically forced to help them, Jungkook was late for football practice and received a stern, condescending lecture from the coach in front of all his friends and teammates, leaving him thoroughly embarrassed and disgruntled when they gave him smiles of pity because of the coach’s harsh words. How did he put it? “Put in more effort Jeon, all you ever do is slack off”.

But that’s the thing. That’s all Jungkook ever does. Put in more effort. More effort into his football skills, into his classes, into helping his parents at home, into everything. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough, and Jungkook is sick of trying to reach people’s impossible standards. He’s sick of being the perfect player, the perfect student, the perfect son. Behind the smiles, his insecurities eat away at him and he feels pathetic. He just wants to breathe. He just wants this day to end, wants all the criticism to end, and just be him for a while.

So Jungkook was having a very shitty day.

After practice, instead of heading home he heads straight into town and towards the park that’s located in the centre of the city. It’s a quiet park, one he’s often came to when things got too hectic in his life. His safe zone. He knows he should head home, his parents would be worried about him and his friends would most likely notice he isn’t online and ready to play, but Jungkook just wants to be on his own for a while. Forgive him for wanting to have space.

The evening is dark and growing darker still, winter approaching fast as autumn comes to an end. This doesn’t stop the city goers, the partiers and lively crowds that bustle around him as he makes his way towards his special spot, laughter ringing in his ears as he squints at the bright lights the city offers, pushing past the mobs of people enjoying their Friday night. He wishes he could have the freedom like they do, he knows, more than likely, they have their own problems. He’s aware people are never alone when they suffer, but he can’t help but long to be one of them, drinking and laughing his troubles away, if but for a night.

Entering the gates of the park, he breathes a sigh of relief. It’s mostly empty, save for a few stragglers who migrated from the bars to the park to sit and chat the night through.  He finds an empty bench, secluded away from any other being in the park, and gravitates towards it.

Putting his schoolbag and gear bag down on one side of the bench, Jungkook sits on the other side, takes a deep breath, and bursts into tears. He hates this, hates feeling weak, hates crying, hates everything, but all the frustration and anger he gained from this dreadful day and from his life in general just built up to the brim, and once the tears started flowing, the wouldn’t stop, and he just kept crying, and crying, and crying. He puts a hand over his mouth to muffle his sobs, and hunches over, staring at his shoes rather than ahead, not willing to risk anyone seeing him in the state he’s in. He knows if anyone were to look over for just a few seconds they’d know that this well built, tough looking boy was bawling his eyes out. So, he avoids looking at anyone and just sobs.

He sobs until he hears a loud rustle coming from the bush behind him. He starts and turns around in his position, staring at the bush with wide eyes and wet cheeks. After a moment of silence, thinking it was just his imagination, or the wind or even an animal, he’s about to turn around and gather his things to head home because he feels absolutely stupid, when out pops you. Well, tumbled, more like, as you fall forward on your knees towards the bench Jungkook was sitting on. Jungkook can’t utter a word or move an inch, too stunned to make a move as he stares at you organise yourself to the best of your abilities and look at Jungkook with a goofy smile. He only snaps out of his reverie when he notices you holding something in an arm outstretched towards him. He stares at you hand, realising you’re holding a slightly damaged flower, one most likely gotten from a nearly pot as he recognised it, seeing the same flower in various pots throughout the park.

He looks from the flower in your hand to your face, a continuous switch between the two as he tries to figure out what exactly you’re doing.

“I saw you crying, so I wanted to cheer you up!” you say with a lopsided smile, looking positively proud of yourself for this act of kindness upon a complete stranger.

At this, Jungkook scowls, scoffs and turns around, enraged that you had the nerve to come up to him, and more so at himself for being caught out. Especially a stranger who was…hiding in the bushes?

You frown and come closer to him, albeit unsteadily, trying to look around him at his face as he starts to collect his bags.

“But…you were crying. You’re sad, I wanted you to be happy! A big strong man like you shouldn’t be crying all alone in the park!” you slur. It was possibly one of the worst things you could have said to him at this moment. He understands you didn’t mean anything by it, you didn’t know what he was going through, but still Jungkook feels annoyed and rolls his eyes at you when you get closer to his face, throwing a sneer as he stands up, bags in hands.

You rush to stop him, seemingly desperate to make up for your actions. “Wait, wait, wait, wait!” you almost shout, and wobble in front of him to halt his actions. The realisation hits Jungkook quickly after that. You’re drunk. Quite, from what he can tell, if the slight sway from your stance and overall dopey expression on your face is any indication. This agitates Jungkook further, not wanting to deal with a drunk when he’s in his lowest of lows.

He tuts and makes to move past you but you place your hands on his chest, still clutching the flower and stopping him from leaving. He knows he could but he doesn’t push, not wanting you to topple over and make everything ten times worse.

“I don’t know what I said to upset you but I’m really sorry! Please take the flower, I really don’t want you to be upset, you look like you need someone to talk to” you say, which causes your face to suddenly light up and causes Jungkook to feel uneasy. “Hey, talk to me! I’ll help you! Yeah, just talk to me” you beam up at him, hope filling your eyes at the prospect of soothing his never-ending troubles.

“Where are your friends?” Jungkook wonders, ignoring your proposition and instead looking around for someone to take you away from him.

At that, you giggle and reply “I dunno, probably left me. Or else I got lost. Both happen often enough”. You laugh at yourself, finding humour in that situation.

However, Jungkook frowns, wondering what type of friends would just leave you, a fairly intoxicated girl, on her own in a large city.

“Well, are you able to call them? So they can find you,” he asks, feeling uneasy about just leaving you here, despite how much you’re bothering him right now. He’d feel too guilty, and he was not in the mood to spend the night worrying about a random drunk girl he met at the park.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call them. After I’ve spoken to you though,” you say nonchalantly, waving your hand in the air as if to wave his concerns away. “Come, child, sit and tell me all about your troubles,” speaking with a silly accent and plopping down on the bench.

“I don’t even know your name,” he remarks, wanting nothing more than for someone to take you away from him so he can wallow in his despair alone. He’s about to say he doesn’t even know you, and that he should be leaving but you beat him to it.

“The names Y/N. And you are?” you pat the seat beside him, encouraging him to sit down. He doesn’t know what propels him, perhaps he’s worried about you, or perhaps it’s the isolation that has settled deep in his bones, but with a heavy sigh, he places his bags back in their previous position and sits down beside you.

“Jungkook,” he answers, not offering more than that, glancing around the park and not at you. You poke his side to gain his attention.

“Ok Jungkook,” hearing his name from you sounds foreign but not unpleasant, “what brings you to the park at nearly 10 at night by yourself, and why are you crying?” you inquire, no judgement coming from your tone, just genuine curiosity.

Jungkook is silent for a moment, before he answers. “I came to clear my head, and it’s none of your business,” he snaps, before turning to address you with a glower. Sitting here, facing you, he’s given a proper chance to take you in, and realises you’re a lot prettier than the first glance he got of you. Your eyes hold a youthful and carefree gleam to them, and he can’t help but envy the life you probably lead, leagues better than his.

He figures you’re around his age, no older than 20 or 21. You’re certainly not dressed for the weather, opting to wear a pretty dress with a light jacket. Then again, you probably didn’t expect to see yourself in this situation, so you didn’t dress for this peculiar occasion.

“Ahh,” you drawl, understanding washing over your features. “I do that too sometimes. The park is nice, quiet. I always come here when I feel sad about something.”

Jungkook’s face loses the scowl and straightens out, strangely relieved to hear he isn’t the only one who seeks the solitude of the park when things get too stressful. But then, without thinking, he blurts “but you don’t seem the type to be sad about anything, what would you have to worry about?”

At his remark, you give him a wry smile, and cough out a laugh before replying. “Well, this week I got fired from my job because they had too many workers apparently, and had to ‘regretfully inform me that there wasn’t enough work available and had to let me go.’ Wow, I’m surprised I said that without stuttering!” you’re sent into a fit of giggles at your own statement, but Jungkook isn’t laughing along with you.

He feels even more terrible for assuming that you didn’t have your own worries and stress. Quite frankly, he feels like an asshole for treating you like he did, when all you wanted to do was make a boy who was breaking down in the middle of a park feel better, however drunk you may be.

“So, wanna tell be about all about your woes and worries? Might not hurt to rant to a stranger, might take some of the weight off your shoulders,” you give a small smile, one that compels Jungkook to reconsider your offer.

With a bit of hesitation, he takes a deep breath and replies, “you’re probably going to laugh at me, but…I just had a really difficult day. I woke up late for college, had no money to get food for my lunch so I had to share with my friend, and again ended up being late for practice cause I had to help people with their music equipment. He yelled at me in front of the squad, it was so embarrassing, called me ‘disappointing’ and the rest” he places his head in his hands and groans, “it’s just…everything adds up and I just feel like shit right now and I want it to end.”

He feels a hand rub up and down his back and he takes comfort in the gesture. “That sounds really bad dude, I’m sorry” you eventually say, and he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, your face laced with sympathy. He feels like you know there’s more to story, that you can relate to what he’s feeling, but you don’t push, and he’s grateful for that. Maybe it’s the space and understanding you grant him that causes words to bubble out of his mouth.

“I’m just sick of having to live up to everyone’s expectations, you know? Like I just want to be able to make mistakes, and not have to face someone’s nagging for it. I want to be able to learn from the mistakes I make. I don’t want to have to be the perfect, model student or football player, I don’t want to have all this responsibility pushed onto my shoulders, to study hard to get a respectable job, to get married and have kids. I just want to live my life, live it the way I want to. I just want to be able to have fun, for once.”

The rubbing on his back never ceases, and you sit closer to him. After a few moments of silence, in which Jungkook was paranoid you’d think he was just being a pitiful excuse for a human being, you talk once again, seeming soberer than when you two had first met.

“I decided to do art in college. And everyone gave me flak for it. ‘Why would you do art, there’s no jobs you can get out of it?’ ‘Why don’t you choose something more popular, it’ll be a better choice.’ And I almost gave in and said that I’d settle for something like business, that I can do well in it, that it’s something I can do for the rest of my life. But I didn’t want it, because I wasn’t happy. Sure, I might get a good paying job and a successful career out of it, but I was gonna live a miserable life as a result. And in the end, I decided to be selfish for once in my life. I ignored the advice everyone else gave me and went for something that I love doing. So, I chose art, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m doing what I love, and I’m living in the moment. Yes, things can get very difficult, and that it seems hard to get out of the dark times, but I’m in charge of my life. And I’m living for myself. And it feels good.”

As you talk, Jungkook stares in amazement, having respect for the courage you showed in your decision, despite it being hard. You level your stare with him, and speak once more.

“So, I want you to start doing what you love, and make yourself happy. It’ll be hard going against what everyone wants, trust me,” you laugh a little, “but in the end, it’ll be so worth it. And if not, and everything turns out worse, then you can hunt me down and strangle me for this piece of advice I gave you while being terribly drunk,” you smirk, which turns into a full blown grin when Jungkook laughs at you, smiling for what felt like the first time that day. He lowers his head, grin still in place, and filled with a determination he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Ok. I have no clue how I’m gonna do it, but I’ll try. I don’t wanna be stuck like this forever,” he turns to you with a small smile, which you return, “I’m gonna live by my own rules and make myself happy.”

Things become silent for a while as you two stare at each other, save for the sounds of the city which never cease for anyone. He jumps a little when his phone buzzes, revealing a text from his brother, wondering where he is. He gives you a grimace and explains how he should get home, but you don’t seem bothered and just giggle away to yourself and stay on the bench. He’s about to leave when he has his bags in hand, when he stops, giving you one last look.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really, I mean it. I feel a lot better after talking to you,” he gives a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You wink (to the best of your ability) at him, giving him a salute.

“Anytime, Jungkook.”

At that, Jungkook gets the courage to ask “can I have your number? I-I mean, if you want, of course. It’s just I really liked talking to you tonight. And uhm… call me if you ever want to vent too…” he trails off, not knowing what else to say and just wanting the ground to open up and swallow him whole for how awkward this has become. But you just start laughing and hand him your phone, trusting him to enter in his number and take yours since you ‘can’t really see too straight right now’.

With one last smile in your direction, you both say your goodbyes and goodnights. Putting his phone back into his bag, he notices something sitting on top of it, and quickly realises it’s the flower you attempted to give him at the beginning of your encounter. Grinning like an idiot, Jungkook walks home with a new sense of purpose, and hopes of texts in the morning. All because of a drunk girl who wanted to give him a flower to make him happy on a very shitty day.

whatismodernart  asked:

Can you please do this valentines day prompt? ❤ "You should be kissed and kissed often and by someone who knows how."

This was such a fun prompt to work with, Hannah! Also on ao3!

Stiles had a less than amazing dating history. To be completely honest, it was actually rather horrible.

Since he had started college, no longer stuck in classes with the same people who had condemned him to being the weird nerdy kid who couldn’t shut up to save his life, Stiles had blossomed. He was more confident, more outgoing, more self-assured. He was less self-conscious, comfortable enough to voice his opinions and flaunt his interests without fear of being ridiculed.

His newfound confidence even translated to his more romantic endeavors. He was no longer petrified of rejection, learning to hope for the best instead of anticipating for the the absolute worst.

When he met someone he found attractive or interesting, instead of convincing himself that they were way out of his league, he would focus on all of the potential possibilities. He would contemplate how nice a potential relationship, all the fun new things he could experience.

But while he was living college life to the fullest, partying with his classmates every weekend and going out on dates with anyone who asked or whoever Erica set him up with, he learned a very harsh truth. He had a habit of going out with complete assholes.

First, there had been Rob, a guy from his AP History class who had dreams of becoming a pro baseball player. He had been a charmer, constantly flirting with Stiles in the days leading up to their first date, always greeting him in class with a smirk and a wink.

He was a nice enough guy, that Stiles could concede, but he was also kind of a dick. With a wandering eye to boot. Every time they went out, without fail, he would end up paying more attention to their waiter’s ass than Stiles’ stories.

Stiles had finally broken things off when he caught Rob red-handed, shamelessly ogling Boyd while he and Stiles were on a double date with Erica and Boyd. He had nearly emptied his illegally gotten beer over Rob’s head in the middle of the restaurant. It was only because he didn’t want to make a scene that he managed to refrain, though later Erica advised him that he really should have just done it anyway.

After Rob, Stiles started dating a girl that Erica set him up with, a pretty brunette from another college name Ashlee whose biggest pet peeve was when spelled her name wrong. As someone who could relate, his nickname Stiles only a necessity because his first name was a nightmare to spell or even simply pronounce for most English speakers, Stiles hit it off with her from the get-go.

She was a philosophy major, a big fan of the Hobbesian theory of government, and absolutely adored playing the new Fallout game. They went on several dates, mostly to parties where they both danced terribly and got shitfaced on cheap whiskey that someone had bought with their obviously fake ID.

She gave him his first handjob, in the Jeep in front of her dorm building while Stiles dropped her off from one of their dates. She had slipped her hand down his pants after dinner at a local diner as they clumsily kissed. He came in his pants after just a few light strokes, face flushing as he apologized for coming so fast, a jolt of embarrassment shooting through him.

She had shut him up with a kiss and promised that next time he could get her off, winking seductively as she climbed out of the Jeep to jog up the walk to her building. But Stiles never got the chance. He found out a few days later that she was seeing two other guys in addition to himself. He had ended things on the spot.

After taking a few weeks to get over Ashlee, he had gone out with a guy from his English 101 class, the one he had fantasized about sleeping with a few times. His name was Andrew, spelled the usual way, and he was very easily one of the most seductive people Stiles had ever met in his nineteen years of life, with his easy grins and gorgeous blue eyes.

They dated for a couple weeks, Stiles performing his first blow job on him in his dorm, relying on years of watching porn to influence his technique, moaning obnoxiously a few times the way he had seen in pornos too many times. Andrew seemed to appreciate it, fisting a hand in Stiles’ hair to buck up into his mouth as he grunted, loud and crude, before finally coming.

He got dumped the following day. Andrew had claimed he just wanted a quick fuck, not some clingy boyfriend. Stiles had been pissed, drowning his woes in a bottle of booze and flooding the pack group chat with rants about how much of a jackass Andrew was.

It all dissolved into a series of half-assed dates after that, Stiles no longer caring enough to remember all of their names. Almost all of them turned out to be jerks in the end, anyway.

But there was a silver lining in the midst of all his dating sorrows. Derek.

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❝ I fell in love with you. ❞

Plot: Tsundere!Yoongi that, suddenly, falls in love with you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romantic, Fluffy ending. 

Words count: 1,3k+

For Anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

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Trying to do the make up on Jimin is one of the hardest things ever. First; he never stays idle for more than five minutes. Second, his eyes have a strange shape, very closed eyelids and you cuss mentally every time you see a different shade on both of his eyes.

“JIMIN!”

“SORRY NOONA!”

Yoongi’s laugh fills the air and you throw at him your killer gaze, returning to focus on Jimin’s face. They must be ready in 20 minutes and Yoongi still refuses to get the make up. You hate him, you haven’t ever stand him and his behaviours.  

You haven’t stand him because, MAYBE, when you just reached Big Hit you had a crush on him, but Yoongi had decided to break up any hope of yours, making you understand that HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU.

“Y/N, maybe you should change jobs.”

“Maybe you should go to hell.”

“Ouch.” He replies, hiding behind his smile an incredible fun.

Jimin smiles displeased at you and you smile back, being able to finish your job, satisfied with yourself. You give him a slight pat on his shoulder, turning and face, with killer look, towards your ultimate goal. Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi who’s having fun playing with his phone, snubbing you completely.

Like every day, every week, every month of the last two years of your life.

                                      ___

Seokjin is yelling in desperation, you’ve just beaten him at his favorite game, while you’re laughing at him with Taehyung and Hoseok. They’re friends before people for whom, indirectly, you work and they always treated you like one of the “family”.

Suddenly you feel a cold sensation behind your back and turning you find out that Yoongi has just spilled ice under your shirt, then winked at you and going to hide into in his room.

“YOONGI!” You scream getting up, pissed off, rushing to his door and began to knock violently. No one can treat you like this, let alone him.

“There’s nobody, bye!” He replys, making you upset me even more.

“Open!”

“Please, try again later!”

Namjoon opens the door and let you pass, so without hesitation you cast a shoe against Yoongi, that looks at you, completely shocked. You wink at him, a defiant gesture that “sexy” winking, leaving the room and slamming the door.

-This idiot - You think, back to sit on the couch, trying to shake off the feeling of annoyance that he was always able to provoke you.

                                    ___

“Do you put on weight?”

“As much as you’re dumber.”

“You know you shouldn’t talk to me like that? I work for Big Hit and I cou–”

“I work for Big Hit too. If I wanted too, I could turn you in for verbal harassment. ”

“I’m curious to see who wins.”

“I, Min Yoongi.”

“Try it.”

                                   ___


That day is worse than the others. Suffering from severe migraines has always had its drawbacks and you should be used to it, but you don’t. You are locked up in your room in the dark, trying to clear your mind when the doorbell rings twice.

With difficulty you get up out of bed and drag you to the door, only to groan when, opening it slightly, see the unpleasent Yoongi’s smirk in front of you.

“What do you want?”

“You weren’t at work.”

“You’re really good as Sherlock..” You talkin’ trying to lower your voice as you can.

“What’s the matter?”

“Anything that interests you. Have a nice day, Yoongi. ” You bow at him, closing the door into his face and turn to back on your way to get your sick ass into your comfortable bed.  

You let yourself fall onto the bed, without dwelling on what just happened. You don’t wonder why he was there and why, strangely, when he saw you he seemed mostly worried and not arrogant as his usual.

                                ___


The makes-up are ready on the table, you’re cleaning brushes and expect them to be there. They’re in for a long and heavy night, then you’ve got the layout to do a particular make up in order to have perfection.

“Y/N!!”

Joyful voices greet you and you greet them with a bright smile, completely ignoring Yoongi. You’re used to doing it, it’s the same treatment you receive from him.

You talk for a few minutes with your coworkers, “splitting” the boys and you’re going to start your work on Seokjin, when Yoongi sits on the chair, looking at you waiting.

“You’re with JunYa, get up.”

“I’m comfortable here.”

“Y/N, I got Seokjin!” Tells your partner excited, while you shake your head resigned and start to apply a coat of primer on his pale skin. Neither of both say a single words while you accurately transform his face.

“What a waste..” A whisper lets your lips and he raises an eyebrow, not understanding what you mean. “Forget it.”  

“I’m curious.”

“It doesn’t make any sense to do the make up, when you’re already good-looking without it.” You stammer out without look at him in the eyes, twist out and taking the brush for blending eye shadow, trying to stay calm.

“It’s me you’re talking about” He mumble shrugging and wrinkling his nose, into that expression of feigned astonishment that you saw him do many times.

You look up at the sky and give him a slap behind the neck, making him understand that his shift is over.

Could you, sooner or later, spend a day without the desire to kill him?

                                         ___

Your brother looks at you and you can see the concern on his face, you don’t sleep well for days because of work but it doesn’t make a big deal for you. You lay your face on his shoulder and together look at the photos of his last trip, when you wince at hearing a thump on the coffee table.

You raise your gaze only to see Yoongi, although much of his face was hidden by a black mask.

“We need to talk.” It was an order, his voice oddly cold.

You shrug your shoulders without understanding and strikes a kiss on your brother’s cheek, smiling because he’s completely shocked by the intrusion of the boy.

Your brothers shyly smile and you follow Yoongi out of the café, clutching into your jacket and trying to ignore the cold temperature of that day. You two walk for almost five minutes and you’re about to screw everything, when he tightens your wrist and takes you in a hidden alley.

“Yoongi what the heck?!?”

“Who is he?”

“Who?”

“That guy!”

Your eyes open wide as he lowers his mask and you just notice that he has shortness of breath, as if he was holding back from screaming or had just made a run.

“Yoongi… Why? ”

“Because… Because… ” He stutters and begins to look around, intentionally avoiding your eyes.

You lay your hand on his cheek, turned his face and watching him finally in the eyes. His are full of doubts and fears, you acknowledge those feelings because you often see them into yours, so you wait for him to say something while keeping your hand on his cheek.

“What’s up, Yoongi?”

“I fell in love with you.”

He’s straightforward and you instantly think of bad joke of his, but his look isn’t the usual. He doesn’t look at you with arrogance, not looking like you’re horrible, he doesn’t look at you like you’re invisible. He sees you and that awareness makes you tremble. 

“Yoongi…”

“Who is that guy? Please.. I need to know. If he’s your boyfriend, just pretend I didn’t say anything. ”

“If he is?”

“It would be a nice suck.” He admits, biting his bottom lip.

“If he isn’t?” You ask hiding, or rather trying, the fun to see him flounder in attempts to get out of that situation.

“I’d ask you to hang out.. Maybe you could give me a slap seen as I’ve been with you, I would deserve it, but I would still ask you a date until you say yes. ”

“He’s my brother.”

“He’s your bro–really?” He asks completely shocked, cupping your face in his hands and approaching dangerously to you, so you feel his breath brushing your lips.

“Really..”

“Yes or no?”

“What?”

“Will you go out with me?”

“Ye–No. You’re not going to win so easily, Min Yoongi. ”

anonymous asked:

just imagine right like having a family bbq with your family and Harry's family ugh I just can't get that out of my head x

Ahhh, I love this idea.

Maybe your families have been friends since you two were born, so you both grew up super close with one another. But of course Harry went off and got famous, and you also decided to pursue your dreams which took you both out of your hometowns. So, whenever you both could make it home, family bbq’s were always a must. 

And you and Harry kept in contact, actually, you saw a lot more of each other than even your family knew about. Because of who Harry was, he had the ability to fly out to visit you whenever he pleased, and he always visited you when work brought him your way. 

Maybe it’s July 4th, and none of you are American but Harry’s so used to being in America at this point that he loves the idea of it, so you’ve both flown home to have your own little family get together. Hot dogs and burgers are currently on the grill, being carefully watched over by Robin and your own dad (Harry isn’t allowed near the grill, because the last time he was on grill duty he almost burnt the entire house down because he had gotten too distracted by your niece, who kept running up to him and and declaring it was time to play tag, and who was he to deny an adorable 3 year old who just wanted to play tag?), and Anne and your mom are drinking near the pool and making sure their husbands don’t forget about the food. 

Your families mesh well together, and everyone is running around, mingling with one another, just waiting for you and Harry to arrive, which you soon do, at the same time, and are greeted with cheers and hugs and lots of cheek kisses. 

And soon it’s night time, and everyone is stuffed full of food and you and Harry are slightly tipsy from whatever wonderful cocktails Gemma had been crafting all night.

“M cold,” you huff, making your way over to Harry who’s sitting on one of the lounge chairs outside, comfy in a pair of his usual skinny jeans and a vintage Stevie Nicks shirt you had bought him years ago for Christmas.

“Come ‘ere then, peaches,” he opens his arms wide, beckoning you forward and you don’t hesitate to crawl into his lap, his arms wrapping around your petite body as you rest your head on his shoulder, both of your gazes turned upwards at the night sky. Harry’s head is rested atop yours, his hands finding yours and lacing your fingers together absentmindedly as you cozy your cold bare feet against his warm, fuzzy sock covered feet, “Warmer?” And all you can do is let out a content hum, your body relaxing back into Harry’s. 

In the past few years, Harry and you had seemed to grow even closer despite the distance, and you often times found yourself nearly crossing the line between being best friends and being something more. You had spent many nights just cuddling with one another and falling asleep in each others arms, and the sight of Harry in your kitchen with nothing but his boxers on as he tried to whip up breakfast before you woke up had become a regular. All of your friends teased you both about finally just getting together, and you weren’t going to lie and say you were opposed to the idea. Harry made you feel warm and safe, and you made Harry feel the same. He knew he could trust you with anything, and he wanted to. You were the first person he went to when he had big news, because you were simply always the first person who popped into his mind. 

“Love?” His voice was soft as he spoke, his mouth right next to your ear as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Hm?” you responded, tilting your head towards him with a small smile playing on your lips. Harry was already looking down at you, nothing but adoration filling his eyes as he brought one of his hands away from yours and placed it softly on your cheek, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. You let out a soft sigh, one that was full of comfort and happiness as your eyes fell closed, and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

It only took you a second to realize what was happening, and you quickly fell into the kiss with him, and you were sure he could hear your heart beating rapidly in that moment. This kiss was slow and soft, and it was long over due. The second you pulled away, you could hear both of your mother’s gushing from the other side of the pool, but you were both too wrapped up in each other to even care at the moment. Harry was sure Anne had snapped a picture of the moment, and he’d be sure to ask her for a copy soon.

You had a feeling family barbecues we’re going to be a little different now.

Reaction to You Getting a Text About Another Guy. . .

Anonymous said: How would bts react to you getting a text from a friend asking what you thought of another guy, and he sees it and you’re dating bys? Sorry if that’s confusing Eonni, I love your blog!! Best around!

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A/N sorry it has taken so long, the SHINee reaction is being made, but it’s a little longer, so it’s taking some time. so please wait a little longer. thank you for the support!

Key: Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name


Kai Eonni ~


Namjoon…

You were in the shower when your phone chimed with a text message. Namjoon isn’t the kind of boyfriend to invade your personal stuff there was enough trust between you two, as you would let him play games on your phone while not in the room, however at that moment he was playing a game on your phone and you just so happened to get a text from your friend who asked you what you thought about the boy she had brought along on your most recent outing. 

From: Y/F/N

Message: [so? what’d you think about him?? cute huh? he was eyeing you the whole time, i practically felt like a third wheel lol]

At this, Namjoon would just be confused. He would try to reason, practically making excuses for you, but they would all seem a rather far reach, and so he would come to the conclusion that you were looking for another man, either to cheat on him with or to replace him with, he wasn’t sure. Instead of being furious, he was more upset and incredibly hurt. He wouldn’t bring it up to you for a while and would want to see your response to your friend himself and then act from there. He’d wait a couple of days, seeming a little off towards you, but not suspicious enough for you to ask questions. Then Namjoon would ask to play the game on your phone again, but really would look through your messages to your friend. When Namjoon see’s that you defend the relationship you have with him (i’mma make you good girls and not crappy cheaters, aight? - you’re welcome), he’d feel an incredible amount of pride about both you and the relationship you two have. He wouldn’t tell you he saw, but he’d suddenly – after seeming distant for those couple of days – seem cuddly and more affectionate towards you, causing you to question him, but like I said, he wouldn’t tell you because he’d feel bad for doubting you and it would injure his pride. damn boys and their pride.


Jin…

Your phone would be sitting on the kitchen table, Jin in the kitchen cooking a nice dinner for you both while you were somewhere else in the house doing god-knows-what. Out of nowhere a message would pop up on your screen and Jin would call out to you, telling you your phone received a message. Again, this would be a trusting relationship between you two, no secrets or lies told between you two. So when you call back to Jin asking him to read it for you, you wouldn’t expect your friend to make it sound like you had been cheating on Jin.

From: Y/F/N

Message: [omg! he was so cute! you’re so lucky he was so interested in you Y/N! Did he make your night more enjoyable?? tell me everything! ASAP]

“Wow, sounds like you had a good night last night.” Would be all that Jin says as you rush into the kitchen to quickly clear up any misleading thoughts that must be occurring in your boyfriends head at the moment. He wouldn’t want to believe that you were cheating, he had tremendous faith in you, but this message brought up some doubt, after all, he was gone so often that he honestly wouldn’t blame you if you found another man to care for you when he couldn’t. Though after you clear everything up and call your friend to explain to Jin what she meant all doubts were erased as if they weren’t even there in the first place. And he would apologize – even though he really has nothing to apologize for – just because he’s Jin.


Yoongi…

I feel like the only way Yoongi would hear about this would be if you told him/complained to him about your friend. He would understand the rules of boundaries, and therefore wouldn’t touch your phone and in return he would expect the same from you. So you would sitting on the couch texting your friend when she send that one misleading text. You would groan at your friends rashness, she knows you have a boyfriend, so why would she send such a risky text? “What?” Yoongi would ask in response to your groan as he texts away on his own phone next to you. You would silently show him the text;

From: Y/F/N

Message: [you two look really good together. what do you think of him? would you like to meet ONE ON ONE…. if you catch my drift *wink wink nudge nudge* lol]

Yoongi would simply raise an eyebrow at you after reading the text. “Nothing happened, she knows I have a boyfriend… She’s just such a spazz sometimes it’s hard to keep up.” You would mumble as you return to texting her. “Well maybe try to find friends who don’t try to hook you up with other guys when they know you’re already dating.” Though he wouldn’t admit it, there is some jealousy bubbling inside of him, and you would easily be able to tell from the way he speaks and suddenly seems pouty. He knows you wouldn’t cheat, but he still doesn’t like the thought of you meeting random guys through your friend, he’d ask you to be more cautious and if you can, decline hanging out with these guys your friend is bringing around you.


J-Hope…

This would be something that he just happens across, like hacking your photo album with ridiculous selfies of himself when your friend sends in the text. When he sees the text he would try to shrug it off. When he gives your phone back he would still seems the same smiley Hoseok you’re used to, saying with a smile, “You got a text Jagi.” When you see the text, you’d know that this had bothered him, as it would have bothered you if you had seen it on his phone.

From: Y/F/N

Message: [god i envy you Y/N… he’s so cute and so obviously interested in you! you guys looked good together too! do you think you’ll meet up with him alone next time??]

“Hoseok, this doesn’t mean anything. Y/F/N just likes to make things a big deal when they really aren’t.” You would explain everything about that night, how your friend is looking fora new guy and brought him along. Quickly Hoseok would be reassured, as he didn’t like to think negatively about your relationship when he’s so happy with you and knows what a kind and considerate person you are – those traits being something that caused him to fall for you in the first place.


Jimin…

He would be another that would play games on your phone or hack your phone to take funny selfies in your photo album for you to find later. So when your friend sends in a text about the guy you met with her, his whole aura would change from light and cheery to dark and jealous. He’d be aggressively defensive of his pride, and so because of this he would snap at you, throwing accusations and snarky remarks. When you read the text that your friend had sent you, you’d quickly connect the dots as to why he’s like this.

From: Y/F/N

Massage: [last night was so fun, thanks for coming out with me, though i do have to say, when you started ignoring me for him, i felt somewhat like a third wheel, so, you’re gunna need to make that up to me somehow lol]

Once you clear up all confusion, Jimin would apologize profusely for jumping to accusations. He’d want affection so he knows you’re not mad at him while aslo reassuring his heart that you’re still his and aren’t leaving him for another man. Something that Jimin worries about often due to him always being gone. This would also make him more affectionate in general to make up for always being gone.


Taehyung…

He’d always be over your shoulder, whether you’re texting another person or taking selfies or playing games. So he’d see the text pop up on the top of your phone and would immediately ask who that friend is and what she’s referring to, as it was a very suggestive message.

From: Y/F/N

Message: [lol he’s asking about you now. what would you like me to say? that you’ll meet up with him LATER.ALONE.]

You sigh and go into the whole story about how she’s just playing with you when she brought her cousin. Taehyung wouldn’t think much of it, he trusts you, and you also didn’t seem worried when he say the text, so he would rationalize that that means you have nothing to hide from him. He’d probably actually find it funny and would prank text your friend back just for laughs. Prank texting your friends and his team members would now become the next big hobby between you two, much to your friends and the rest of BTS’ expense and annoyance.


Jungkook…

He’d occasionally look at your phone or look over your shoulder when you text your friends just because he’s still young and insecure about leaving you alone for long periods of time, thinking you’ll find another man who can always be there for you. This would be a common argument between you two as well. So when he see’s the text from your friend when he’s looking through your phone he’d shut down. You’d notice this and would ask him what’s wrong, in response he’d tell you to look at your most recent text.

From: Y/F/N

Message: [you should try going out one-on-one with him from last night. i think he’d really take a liking to you ;)]

After you explain, he’d feel really embarrassed about thinking such things before talking to you and also showing you how insecure he is, he only ever wants to show you his ‘manly’ side. He wouldn’t want affection afterwards, he’d just want to forget about what happened and what he thought you were doing behind his back and move on. Though he would learn from this and try to talk to you first whenever he feels insecure, though he’s still young and will sometimes slip up.

A Hero in Black (Part One)

Jughead x Reader

Request: Could you write something about the reader being missing and jughead being really worried. And when he finds the reader they have a really romantic moment and he saves her. But not the typical kind of romance. A jughead kind of romance.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing

Word count: 2,728

A/N: Think Brandon’s piece he performs at Idyllwild (The Fosters). That’s the kind of good she’s playing here.  I also tried third person so tell me what you think?? I also got very carried away, so I feel it deserves a second part, since i left the prompt kinda (okay very) unfinished. I can’t help myself, I love a good cliff hanger.


(Y/N) sits at home, playing the electric piano in her room. The grand piano downstairs isn’t tuned correctly, so she has to make due. College auditions are coming up, seeing as she’s a junior, and everything has to be perfect. She has at least three auditions for her top picks, and they are all a little less than two months away. She practices every day, for at least two hours a day with no distractions. Her parents barely even notice she’s there anymore, they’re so busy wrapped up in work and whatever else they have going on they couldn’t care less where she is or what she’s doing. They’re out of the house at bars and friends houses most of the weekday. It sounds worse than it actually is, this way, she can practice as loud as she wants anytime she wants without bothering anyone. She likes it like that.

 She has the music laid out in front of her, but she barely needs to look at it, the piece flows out of her fingers from memory. Her eyes close ever so slightly, really feeling every note and rhythm.

“That’s a really fancy version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star huh?” a voice makes her jump in her seat, causing her fingers to pound on a horrible combination of keys.

She turns her head to see none other than her best friend, and long-time secret crush Jughead Jones leaning on the window frame as he peeks in the room with his head.

“Actually that was Wheels on the Bus.” she mocks, smiling as she spins around on the piano bench, turning to face him, leaning her elbows on her knees.

She mentally kicks herself, because she almost forgot, it was Wednesday, the day that Jughead always comes to write his novel when she practices.  He says her playing makes him write better, or something, but she can hardly believe it.

He climbs in through the open window and takes a seat on the bench right inside it, flopping his book bag on the floor as he does so.

“Well don’t let me interrupt.” He says, holding his hands up as he leans against the window frame before shoving them in his pockets, their usual location.

She can’t help but smirk as she turns back to the piano, placing her fingers lightly over the keys before picking up where she left off before she was so rudely interrupted.

She leans into your music this time, her whole body moving with the notes, and in that moment she could’ve stayed there forever, surrounded by the sound of keys filling the room. She almost forget someone is in there with her, before hearing a light clapping while hitting the last notes.

She lets out a breath, turning to see Jug smiling at her.

“That was good for a beginner.” he teases, getting up and motioning for her to move over.

She obeys, making room for him on the bench in front of the instrument.

He makes a big deal about cracking his knuckles and waving them a whole bunch before overdramatically placing them on the keys ‘delicately.’ She stifles a laugh, putting a hand over her mouth as she waits for what he’s going to do next.

He raises his hands ever so slightly before coming down fast, pounding several dissonant keys before continuing to play what she can only discern as some awful combination of the two mentioned kids songs.

Her hands reflexively go to Her ears, chuckling at his serious face while plays a few more chords, before he finishes with sliding his hand up to the highest note and back down again.

She slowly drops her hands, only slightly concerned he would continue.

“What, no applause?” he asks, giving her the side eye with a raised eyebrow.

“I think you should stick to the keys of the laptop variety.” She tells him, nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffs, getting up and going over to his backpack. He sits on the bench by the window again, pulling out his laptop and opening it, “The Jason Blossom case has stalled for the past few months. They haven’t found anything new. My novel has remained a blank page.” he says, looking at something on his laptop.

“Who cares what the cops are saying, weren’t you doing your own investigation with Betty?” she asks, trying not to sound too jealous or put any emphasis on the question. She has to remind herself that he’s allowed to hang out with other people besides her, even if that includes one of the most beautiful girls in school that she could never compete with.

She knows that he’s been investigating for a long time with her, but strangely he’s never talked about it that much. Her guess is that he doesn’t want to bother her with it, her focus being on music and all. She really wouldn’t mind hearing about it, though.

“Yeah, but that came to a screeching halt when we found the car on fire and Polly came home. She said she didn’t have time, but wished me luck.” he says, pulling up the document the novel is located in. Sure enough, it hasn’t been written in in a few weeks.

“You must have been getting close.” She says, taking the music off of the stand and putting it away in a folder on the floor next to her. She contemplates for a moment on the solution. Jughead is obviously very passionate about this, at least for the sake of his novel, and she doesn’t want him to stop something he loves doing. “What if I help you?” she proposes.

“What? (Y/N)? Really?” that gets him to look up, “but you have those auditions, I can’t rope you into all this.”

“Nonsense. I’ve practiced so much my hands might as well fall off and I’ll still be able to play.” She jokes, earning a small smile from her best friend, “come on, let me help.”

He sits and looks at your for a few moments, adjusting his beanie, a strand of his black hair falling to the side of his face as he does.

It seems like the silence goes on forever, when really it’s probably only a few seconds.

“Okay.” He finally says, “but only when you have actual freetime, not when you’re supposed to be practicing.”

“Deal.” she says with a smile, standing up to join him at the window, “when do we start?”


About two weeks later she is in full on investigation mode, while still practicing every day, her audition dates growing closer by the minute. Jughead still comes over every Wednesday, but she sees him a lot more often now. She’s not opposed, but their Wednesday sessions of just sitting with each other while she plays and he writes still hold a special place to her.

Today, in the early Monday afternoon, she’s  in the room with all of the pictures and connections all over the wall, looking over the latest work. They were getting close, she could feel it.

“So he roped you into this?” She hears someone ask, looking over to see Betty, smiling as her hands are on her hips, raising her eyebrows.

You give her a half smile, “More like I volunteered.” she says with a shrug.

“Why?” Betty smirks, walking over, her blonde ponytail bouncing with the sway of her walk.

“I think you know.” (Y/N) says, crossing her arms in a light-hearted way.

“Enlighten me.” Betty gestures to the board, looking at it with (Y/N).

“I wanted to spend more time with him.” (Y/N) admits, a blush coming over her cheeks. She’s a bit surprised at herself for telling Betty this. They’re not really friends, (Y/N) only know her through Jug. It’s the honest truth, though, and it’s not incriminating for a girl to want to spend more time with her best friend. And a friend of Jug is a she could deal with, she tells herself. She only half believes it, though.

“He talks a lot about you.” Betty says, “he talks about the way you play, the jokes you guys make.” she has a sad smile over her face, like there was something she was just realizing.

“Well you guys are pretty close, too. He practically ditched me to hang out with you.” (Y/N) rebuttals, trying to not sound too sassy about it. She knew it wasn’t Betty’s fault, at least not completely.  

Betty stands there, looking at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asks, noticing Betty’s change in attitude almost immediately.

Betty takes a few breaths, closing her eyes, taking a few moments before responding, “We kissed.”

“What?” (Y/N) asks, turning towards her. A shock going through her system she wasn’t expecting. That can’t be possible, surely Jug would’ve told her something like that. Her vision begins to spin as she tries to process what she’s heard.

“I -we- Jug. I kissed him.” Betty says again, an apologetic look coming over her face, like she’s done something terribly wrong.

“Oh.” is the only thing that can come out of (Y/N)’s lips, her world shattering around her. There was a sliver of hope before today, just a small one that maybe he would like her back, but now… she wasn’t so sure.

“It was nothing, I swear.” Betty lies, trying to make it feel better, trying to erase the bomb she just gave (Y/N). Betty knows that what happened between her and Jughead was wrong in some capacity. Betty knew that deep down, Jughead wants (Y/N), but Betty can’t help her feelings.

“Sure.” (Y/N) says, brushing Betty aside as she walks out of the room and down the school steps. She needs to get away, she decides, just for today. She needs to disappear for the afternoon to think.

She walks as far as she can away from town, wanting to get some fresh air. She knows that she’s probably being a little over dramatic, but at the same time she doesn’t care. If Jughead is her best friend, why is he still such a mystery?

A car pulls up beside her, but she doesn’t think anything of it. She isn’t concerned with anyone else now.

She hears a window roll down, but she ignores the sound.

Her heart beats are starting to increase, though, making the slow moving car feel like a heavy weight on her chest. There is definitely something fishy going on. She begins to speed up, but the car starts to follow. She slows down, it keeps pace.

She’s afraid to look over now, but out of her peripheral vision she can see a figure in a mask, driving a white van with tinted windows. Of course, the most obvious thing parents tell their children to stay away from.

She closes her eyes for a moment to catch a breath, trying to decide on what to do. She is too far out of town to run all the way back without causing a scene or them catching up. Her phone is in her backpack, and it will be too obvious as to what she’s doing if she tries that.

She’s stuck.

A touch catches her off guard as she spins around, and then doubles over in pain as the man makes a swift punch to her gut. Her backpack falls to the ground, her notebooks falling all over the gravel side of the road.

Before she knows it she’s being thrown in the back of the darkened vehicle, the stench of alcohol and weed filling her nostrils, making her gag. Her hands are tied tightly behind her back with rope before whoever her captor is closes the door, plunging her in darkness.

The car begins to move, and she has a sinking feeling she might be in some deep shit.


Jughead knocks on the bedroom window later the in the week, on Wednesday, of course. He hasn’t seen in her in a few days, seeing as they don’t have any classes together, he assumes she was probably busy practicing and taking a bit of time off from the murder case.

The window is closed, which is unusual. Normally (Y/N) leaves the window open a crack for him, always playing piano. He loves to sit and listen to her play, teasing her and writing when he has the time.

Her playing is one of the only things that can calm him in the midst of dealing with his dad and his novel. Her help with the murder is beginning to lighten the load, it seems like she spends just as much time on making connections as she does making music.

He cups a hand around his eyes as he peers in through the window, looking for a sign of her in the room. There’s nothing, though, which is also odd. He has been coming over every Wednesday since he can remember, since they were little kids. He comes in through the window, always.

He pulls out his phone and opens a text message to her.

‘i need to play my rendition of “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” for you. where are you?’ he writes, pressing send, trying to make it sound as light hearted and not needy as possible. He knows she’s busy, that she may still be doing school work or out running errands, but it’s just so unlike her to not be practicing in her room on a weekday afternoon.

There’s no response, so he waits. He waits for an hour, which turns into two.

Soon it’s sunset, and still no sign of (Y/N).


The next day, Thursday, he approaches Betty.

“I need your help.” he says, making her heart flutter in her chest despite her protests to make it stop.

“What is it?” Betty asks.

“I know you said you don’t want to do any more investigating, but I think (Y/N) is in trouble.” he says under his breath.

“What? No, I just saw her Monday.” she says, pulling the books she is carrying closer to her chest.

“She wasn’t there yesterday. She’s always there on Wednesdays.” he says, a sinking feeling coming over his chest. Deep down, he knew.

“Maybe she forgot?” Betty shrugs. It’s not like she doesn’t care, because she does, she just knows that her and (Y/N) are in rocky territory right now, and she’s not even sure if she could call them friends. She wants to be friends, but knows it probably won’t happen.

“She doesn’t forget.” He argues.

“She’s probably fine, Jug, you’ll probably see her later. Don’t worry about it.” she dismisses him as the bell rings, walking down the hall.

The thing is, he can’t dismiss this feeling. This feeling of trouble.

He adjusts his beanie and begins to make a plan, trying to think like (Y/N) would. He exits the school, walking down the road. He notices a music notebook along the road out of town, and he knows she was there. She must have dropped it, or it must have fell. He looks around, and only then does he notice skid marks driving off the road on the other side of the road. They were fresh, like they had been caused only a few days prior. The tracks continued through the grass, off into the distance.

He contemplates what to do, looking at her stuff once more.

He kneels down and opens the notebook, reading the music notes on the page. On the top, the title of the song read, “A Hero in Black”. Underneath, “for Jughead”. His heart wrenched, looking at all of the marks on the page. It looks as if it’s been redone about a million times, pencil marks everywhere, notes appearing in patterns he can’t understand. There’s a pain in his chest, and suddenly he knows.

It took her disappearing for him to realize, but he likes her, and he needs to tell her. He may be overreacting, but a part of him doesn’t care. Wherever she is, he needs to get to her, in a cheesy-romantic kind of way that kind of makes him of want to vomit, but pulls on his heart like nothing else ever has.

And so, he sets off down the road, not knowing where it’ll take him.


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Part Two Here

anonymous asked:

It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?

I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C 

Warning: Angst/Heartbreak

–R.I.


Yoosung

He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything

He would text you all the time, venting his frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all

Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted away to you as he gamed

“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love talking to you, MC.”

You took pride in that.

He became more and more special to you, and it warmed your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.

He always took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of you and everyone else.

A special little world that nobody else could enter.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness bubbling in your chest.

“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.

Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.

“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed, beaming happily.

“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,” he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”

Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika. Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it quick?”

Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought you had known.

“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”

He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.

You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.

And it only smashed what remained of your heart to smithereens.

He was never in love with you.

Zen

From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he called you often to check up on you, asking things like:

“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”

“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here right?”

“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way too insensitive just now!”

Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night, comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel so damn special. He sure didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.

A week after you realized that you had fallen in love with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for acting… his everything—he asked you out on a date.

You almost screamed into your pillow from excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?

You waited for him in the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But he never came.

You dialled his phone number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”

“Um, Zen? It’s me, MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”

He howled in laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”

He continued to laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first place.

His words were like a slap to your face. It was obvious now.

Zen didn’t care about you at all.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying right now.

You had wasted so much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could even possibly like you back.

“Helloooo? Are you still there?” he hiccupped.

You couldn’t answer, holding back your sobs.

“Oh right, anyway, thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”

“Yeah. No problem. Anything for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.

But it was true. You would have done anything for him. He’d just never do the same for you.

Jumin

From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he was pretty fucking rich.

Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”

After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d originally thought.

Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business deals all the time.

Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must be.

Not to mention the fact that there were many young men (such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite acting nonchalant every time.

Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better, and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and nights out together.

One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“

He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you saying this?”

You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much about you over all this time, and-“

He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself otherwise.”

You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve realized after spending so much time with you-“

Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”

He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.

Seven

This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.

On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.) to look seductive.

He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.

One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…

(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the trust fund kid was there, duh.)

Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office. After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown feelings for.

Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in love.”

You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle could get!

Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re talking about?”

He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and change it.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm, yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.

What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance to confess. Haha. Ahaha.

The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship between you two. Seven was too important to you.

You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on your street, not even daring to say goodbye.

anonymous asked:

Fluff PROMPT: Mulder and pregnant Scully have a bath together after a long day. I love your writing!!! ❤️❤️

Dear perfect, lovely anon. Your fluff prompt kept me sane today when I drove through Ireland (insanely beautiful country, but roads not suitable for my currently slightly damaged car). So, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU. I hope you like this cause I didn’t read the ‘after a long day’ and this happened. Oops.

For some reason Mulder is five minutes early. Of course he knows why he is early if he thinks about it (he tries not to think about it, but how can he not). The reason he is early, no matter the minutes, is that his apartment feels lonely, empty even. The only place he feels like himself, where he feels like he still belongs, is at Scully’s place. Luckily, either because of her pregnancy or simply because she really does like him, too, Scully is fine with him coming over every day. Every single day. Just the other day Mulder thought she’d mumbled a ‘stay the night’ when he tucked her in. But she’d hardly been awake and no matter how long he stared at her sleeping form, she didn’t repeat it. So he left. He leaves every night only to return again the next day. Like a stray puppy. Except for that one day when he had a doctor’s appointment and she insisted that she come with him and they spent the morning together anyway. So if he thinks about it (he really shouldn’t), it’s not a surprise he’s early.

These days Mulder has more than enough time to lose himself in thoughts while he waits for Scully to open the door. At 8 months pregnant, she no longer walks, she waddles. Though that is something he keeps to himself. Whenever someone stares at her strange walk he shoots them a dirty look. It’s the least he can do, he figures, having missed so much already. Not that they ever talk about it. If they talk about the baby it’s just that: the baby. Scully turns pink whenever she calls it her baby and neither of them has dared to call it their child yet. It’s been 8 months and it seems too sudden. At least Mulder can claim to have been dead for a great part of the pregnancy. That’s another thought he keeps to himself, though. Whether they talk about it or not, he’s here for her and the baby. The baby. His, hers or maybe even theirs.

Mulder contemplates using his key. It’s been minutes (or at least it feels like minutes) and Scully still hasn’t opened the door. If she gets angry, he thinks, he can always argue that something could have been wrong. If he’s honest, though, he doesn’t want to use the key. Unless Scully tells him to. Even when they were dating, or whatever they had been doing before he was abducted, he hardly ever used the key to her apartment.

“Hi.” Scully opens the door before he can finish his thought and Mulder is so taken aback by her attire that he forgets words altogether. Not that he’s never seen her in her underwear before (hey, he’s even seen her without it), but that was Before.

“Mulder? Can you come in? I’d rather not have my neighbors see me like this.” He walks in behind her and closes the door. Her hair is up in a messy bun and the tank top she’s wearing is sticking to her back.

“Is everything all right, Scully? How are you feeling?” She turns to him and he is certain he’s never seen her like this; her face is flushed as if she’s run a marathon and her eyes look exhausted. He hasn’t told her, because again, he isn’t sure he’s allowed, but this pregnancy looks good on her. Today, though, it really, really doesn’t.

“It’s so hot, Mulder. I can't… I don’t know what to do. My mother took me to the market this morning and I guess it was too much.”

“Oh.” It’s not a clever remark but he’s miffed no one told him about the market. He could have gone with them,

“Did we want to do anything today? I can’t remember. It’s too warm to think, Mulder.” She sits down on the couch where a fan is oscillating into her direction. She moans softly and Mulder bites his tongue as his cock twitches inside his jeans. Definitely not the time.

“No, we uhm, didn’t have any plans.”

“That’s good.” She sighs closing her eyes. Mulder wonders if he should do something, say something or maybe even just sit down. Looking at her pink face, he gets an idea. A brilliant idea.

“I know what we can do, though.” Scully opens one eye, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Do I have to move? Because I think I’d rather not.”

“You do have to move, but you’re going to love it.” Scully opens the second eye and gives him The Eyebrow.

“Mulder…”

“That’s not-”, Mulder swallows and his face takes on the same color as hers, though for completely different reasons, “Scully, I wouldn’t – I mean. That’s not what I had in mind,” it’s only half a lie after all, “how about a nice bath?”

“I’m not allowed to take hot baths.”

“I know that,” she glances at him; them not talking about things includes him not telling her that he’s read the pregnancy books. All of them, “I was thinking a nice, cool bath so you can relax and you know, cool down a bit.”

“That does sound nice. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I might need some help getting in the tub.” She refuses to look at him so Mulder kneels in front of her, one hand on her knee, the other under her chin. There are tears shimmering in her eyes, as there are so often these days, and he is prepared to wipe them away should any of them fall.

“That’s not a problem, Scully. Not at all.”

The moan Scully lets out once she slips into the tub sounds like ecstasy and Mulder needs to remind himself to keep a clear head. His little head refuses to listen, but Mulder concentrates on the happiness on Scully’s face as he kneels down next to the bathtub. The water is lukewarm (and remind Mulder of pee, but he’s not going to tell her) and covers half of her belly.

“That’s nice. That was a good idea you had, Mulder.” Her eyes close but she cups his cheek in her hand for a short moment and he leans into her touch. The whole bathroom smells like her cocoa butter bubble bath.

“You smell so good.” He can’t control his voice, or his thoughts. Neither can he control his actions; he kisses her naked shoulder before he gently bites into it. Scully gasps and stares at him open-mouthed.

“You taste good, too.” Mulder smiles at her, genuinely happy for once.

“Mulder, can I ask something else?” Here it comes, he thinks, as the water softly splashes against the porcelain. Scully turns to him and he forces himself to look into her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Get in here.”

“What?” He can’t help but laugh.

“Get in here.” Scully repeats and grabs at his t-shirt.

“Scully, the tub is not…”

“You think I’m too big, don’t you?”

“No! You look perfect, Scully.”

“You mean fat.” She is pouting and her nails dig into his shirt.

“No, I don’t mean that at all. You look so beautiful, Scully. You’re carrying our, I mean my, I mean your – the baby and you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“The first one, Mulder.”

“Hm?” He looks at her and somehow he is defenseless now and she manages to get the t-shirt bunched around his throat so that the only reasonable thing he can do it to take it off all the way.

“Our baby,” she tells him, slightly scratching his now bare chest and this time it’s time it’s him who moans, “I’m carrying our baby.” He nods, swallows hard. “Now get in here.” Scully demands and hasn’t he been waiting for clear, explicit orders? Here he goes. Mulder takes off the rest of his clothes quickly, Scully watching him curiously, and finally he’s naked.

“Where do I…” he wonders out loud and Scully scoots forward so he can fit behind her.

“This is even better.” She sighs when he’s settled in the tub and she can lean against him. She feels warm against his chest, almost hot, and he wonders if them sharing heat isn’t counterproductive. He’s not going to complain, though. Mulder is uncertain where to put his hands and one of them brushes her breast. Scully hisses.

“Sorry.”

“They’re just sensitive.” She takes his hands and puts them on her stomach where the baby kicks.

“Wow.”

“I think the baby agrees with your bath idea.” She chuckles, gently stroking her belly, her fingers brushing Mulder’s hand.

“Smart baby.”

“Wonder where he gets that from.”

“He? We- You’re having a boy?” Mulder thinks he doesn’t care either way, but so far she hasn’t mentioned the gender of the baby and suddenly he can’t wait to find out. They should really start communicating, he thinks.

“We, Mulder,” Scully reminds him, putting her hand over his, “are having a baby.”

“Yes… we are. But you’re not telling me?”

“I’m not telling you.” He buries his nose in her neck and she giggles when he starts nuzzling her.  

“You want to be surprised, Mulder. I know you do.” He doesn’t answer her knowing she’s right. Instead he leaves tiny kisses all over her neck; he lingers a moment longer where the chip is hidden inside and then moves on. She’s moaning again, but he can’t stop. Maybe, he thinks, if he keeps doing this, she’ll ask him to do more than kiss her soon. And maybe, if he’s really lucky, she’ll even ask him to stay again.

Jealous

Pairing: Rafael x Reader

Requested?: Yes! I asked for angst prompts and got a great one from an Anon!

Prompt: “For once stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” Daveed or Rafa

Words: 2k+

A/N: My first solo Rafael imagine! I didn’t think it would be this one but hey, life works in mysterious ways! I hope you guys enjoy! Also quick thanks to @helplesslylins for being my beta! 

Tags: @tempfixeliza @diggs4life @imagineham @americanrevelation @daveedish @daveeddiggsit @patron-saintof-sluts because yall are the biggest Rafa hoes I know

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit


Rafael was acting weird. That statement is one that everyone says often but it was a bad sort of weird. A weird that made you feel distant from your boyfriend. He started staying in the living room longer than usual, writing at all hours and disappearing without so much as a goodbye or a kiss. Confrontation wasn’t something you liked because it usually ended with tears and yelling instead of resolution. However, this behavior had been going on for a week now and you couldn’t recall the last time Rafael had kissed you on the lips. You could only bottle up your emotions so much before it became too much. Rafael was gone again, off to party with some friends for a birthday, leaving you home alone with your thoughts. You were a powder keg about to explode and the only thing that could help was talking about it. So you called over someone who would be able to 100% understand your situation. You jumped up as the doorbell rang, tugging down on the large Oakland shirt you washed that morning as you walked to the front door and opened it.

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anonymous asked:

Rfa+V+Saeran. Valentines day!! how would they spend it with Mc? Fluff with a little bit *cough* steamy time *cough*

~I’ve been thinking about this since it’s coming up!


◉ Yoosung

  • You’re his first Valentine so he is like freaking out
  • Asking his guild friends what he should do but they don’t know, either
  • Asks Saeyoung but ends up getting pranked
  • Finally he calls his mom and his sister to get some advice
  • And when you come home from work you see the house is spotless
  • A candle-lit dinner is on the table
  • Music is playing
  • And he is waiting there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers
  • He feeds you a little bit between kisses
  • After dinner is a romance movie!
  • And snacking on some chocolates
  • He smiles as your hand gets closer and closer on his leg
  • It’s time for you to give him his gift! ;)

◉ Jumin

  • Of course he has an elaborate date planned
  • You guys start the morning with breakfast in bed (heuheu)
  • A little more bed than breakfast…>.>
  • Then he is whisking you away to a private vineyard
  • You guys spend the day walking around together
  • You have a very light lunch with some wine, picnic style
  • And for dinner its a formal fancy meal with a live orchestra
  • Lots of wine
  • He’s had a bottle named after you
  • And just before dessert he slides a box over to you
  • It’s an incredibly expensive diamond necklace and some matching earrings
    • “I can’t wait to see you in nothing but those diamonds tonight, kitten.”

◉ Zen

  • He wants to spend a good part of the day going out with you
  • Wants to show you off!
  • You guys take his bike up to the shopping district and then walk around holding hands together
  • Get a nice lunch and then go see a movie!
  • But you end up making out in the theater the whole time
    • “Let’s skip dinner and go right to dessert,” he smiles
  • Takes you home as fast as he can
  • You guys end up eating a lot of sweets…
  • ……off of each other
  • Before you fall asleep together he reaches into the night stand and pulls out a box
  • It’s two rings with half a heart on them
  • One for you and one for him
    • “The heart is completed when we are together”
  • You fell asleep holding hands

◉ Jaehee

  • You both worked a long day at the coffee shop
  • Of course you exchanged flowers but you’ve literally been too busy for much else
  • It’s all about relaxation when you get home
  • She draws a nice bath and you light the candles
  • You both just soak together and give each other foot rubs
  • Oil massages when you get out of the tub
  • Which leads to…you know
  • And then you both pass out cuddling each other, not even bothering to get dressed

◉ Saeyoung

  • He’s sending you files that shower your phone with hearts all day
  • Gifs of him blowing kisses and winking
  • He’s wearing so much red when you get home
  • Bouquet of flowers next to your side of the bed
  • He’s also ordered you an edible arrangement
  • And you guys end up feeding each other from it
  • In bed >.>
  • You don’t have clothes on much that night
  • He has you close your eyes
  • And places a necklace around you and clasps it
  • Its a moonstone
    • “I wish I could give you the real moon”

◉ V

  • Okay this guy is a romantic
  • He’s literally put together a book with a poem a day for a year, all written by him about you
  • Packs up a nice big basket of yummy food, blankets, some glasses and champagne and you guys go to the beach
  • He’s feeding you chocolate covered strawberries while you listen to the waves crash
  • You two are cuddling together for warmth, sitting in silence just enjoying the brisk day (it’s feb V jfc kinda cold omg)
  • You think the gifts are done but he hands you a piece of paper
    • “What’s this? Another poem?”
    • “Just read it, love.”
  • It’s a confirmation of his appointment
  • He’s getting the eye surgery

◉ Saeran

  • He is kinda lost on what to do
  • Thanks to the internet he sees that flowers and cards and chocolates are the usual
  • He refuses to do the card thing but the chocolates seem nice
  • He orders some in advance from a fancy chocolatier
  • But he wants to do something more personal
  • He spent a few weeks painting up something for you
  • It was both of you sitting together at your favorite cafe sharing a drink, each of you had a straw and your noses were touching-something you often did
  • But a real gift, just as a backup, was a must
  • He scoured jewelry stores until he found it
  • When you came home you both ordered some takeout from your favorite place and just ate together in bed, naked
  • He fed you chocolate with his mouth
  • Between bursts of doing it he pulled out the box, even though you loved all of your other gifts he wanted to give it to you
  • A charm bracelet with 3 charms
  • one heart (for V-day), one skull(representing him lol), one crown(because you’re his princess)
    • “I thought I could give you a new one every year”