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You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend

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Harry’s been drinking all night.

It all started off with Savannah, whom he went to Lexi’s Bar with a couple of friends. It was a tradition they all had that carried throughout the past couple of months. Because Friday night meant cheaper alcohol, and Y/n’ s closing shift.

They were all having a good time, Y/n serving them drinks and they all drank their week away. It was just a night of celebrating the end of the week, where stress could be left behind for at least a couple of hours.

Everything was great until Harry got too handsy. It wasn’t his fault, he thinks, they had been talking for months and he had no particular reason to refrain himself from wrapping his arms around Savannah, considering she’s let him do it many times before.

But tonight, she wasn’t going near him, which was a drastic change from her previous attitude with him earlier that night.

So now, he’s stranded at Lexi’s Bar past closing hours, tipsy out of his mind. Savannah left without a word, abandoning him at the bar with no other ride home. 

Jesus, Harry!” Y/n gasps, her hand instinctively reaching for her chest when she makes her way back to the bar. “What the hell are you still doing here?!”

Their friends had left a while ago, only Harry remaining slumped against the bar with an empty glass of Malibu. She wasn’t aware of his stay, in fact, it was her closing shift and the bar had closed twenty minutes ago. Only the slight sound of the radio and the clanging of dishes Y/n was washing could be heard throughout the scene.

He looks like a mix of frustrated and upset, a clear shadow of sadness in his eyes as he looks up at her. He frowns a bit, looking back down at the empty glass that’s fiddling in his hands as he lets out an almost inaudible sigh.

“Do you mind driving me home?” he asks guiltily, “Savannah was my ride but she’s not really speaking to me right now.”

Y/n furrows her eyebrows at the softness of his words, an evident tone of helplessness when he spoke. She nods her head slightly, reaching over to grab his finished drink.

“Gonna wash this real quick,” she mutters, “you can grab your coat, I’ll be right out.”

Harry nods while shooting her a small smile through his frown. He’s always been extremely appreciative of her efforts with him. He knows damn well no other person would be able to treat him the way she does. She put him first, always, and it had always been something Harry never fully understood. She went out of the way for him whenever he needed it most, without the smallest hesitation. And if he needed someone to talk to, even if it was about the horrendous traffic on his way to work, she was always there to listen to him.

He can’t lie, he feels guilty that it’s her closing shift and she’d have to be driving out of her way in order to take him home. But in all honesty, he had nobody else. Savannah left without a word after Harry tried desperately to get her attention, his other friends following shortly after in one car, leaving Harry stranded alone at the bar with Y/n still working. So, really, this was his only option.

When Y/n returns to the front of the bar, she remains silent as she grabs her coat off of the hanger. She looks at him from the corner of her eye, watching as his fingers rub harsh circles against his temples, a gesture he’s always done when he was stressed. He shook his head slightly, shutting his eyes tightly as he fixes the jacket hanging swiftly from his shoulders.

She bites her lip, curious eyes wandering around his slumped frame. Seeing Harry distressed makes her feel upset. Witnessing him at a time of stress was extremely rare, and something about it makes Y/n’s stomach drop. He was always so positive, always making sure the people around him were smiling. He has the type of personality others strive, because he’s so selfless and effortless at everything he does, it’s the part of him Y/n always loved and admired.

“What happened? You okay?”

Harry lets out a frustrated sigh, his nose flaring as he closes his eyes momentarily.

“Savannah’s just so confusing sometimes. I like her a lot, but she’s hard to keep up with. It’s like she’s into me one minute and the next like I’m completely wasting her time, you know? I don’t know what she wants from me anymore.”

Y/n nods, understanding completely what he’s talking about. Savannah often does this to him—to most guys, actually.Because of how different they both are relationship-wise, it’s almost impossible for Harry to adjust to Savannah’s ‘hard to get’ character. Harry prefers to not waste any time when it comes to dating. If he likes someone who reciprocates feelings, he immediately takes action. That’s how he always was with his past girlfriends, taking no time to start a relationship with them.

Savannah, however, loves the game. Being chased amuses her, almost makes her feel as if she’s worth something. Because of her undoubtable beauty and irresistibly charming personality, she always makes the man work for her liking. Her character always made guys frustrated but exposed them to an entirely different relationship. Her hot to cold attitude made men feel intimidated, yet motivated them to catch her. Because, undoubtedly, she’s the ultimate catch no guy could ever ignore.

It had always been that way, too. When Y/n and Savannah both hit puberty, Savannah was the irresistible one. Her figure curved at all the right edges, her tan complexion naturally glowing, and she started to expose herself to new people.

She wasn’t shy of anything. Any opportunity to take on a challenge called Savannah’s name. She was constantly seeking adventure and finding new people to get along with. Which, of course, wasn’t hard at all. Everyone liked Savannah, it was almost impossible not to.

Y/n, however, was the exact opposite. She was beautiful, but not ‘Savannah beautiful.’ She was paler, not a spot of makeup on her face. Her body was a bit more frail than hers, her curves not as extenuated. She was more introverted, as well, only speaking when she felt was necessary. The only way she was able to make friends was through Savannah’s courageous behavior.

And although Savannah and Y/n had an unbreakable bond since middle school, being Savannah’s best friend screwed up Y/n’s love life tremendously. It hurt Y/n a lot throughout her high school years. Being best friends with the most beautiful girl wasn’t easy for her, if anything, it made her feel less about herself. It’s the exact reason why she hasn’t dated in years. Because guys Y/n liked always ended up falling for Savannah.

Which is exactly what’s happening with Harry.


Y/n first met Harry when she began working at Lexi’s. It was her first Friday night shift during the summer. It was her first week after training, so she wasn’t quite used to the busy weekends and late hours, but she didn’t mind it.

She was rearranging glasses at the bar when Harry first walked in. Her breath hitched in her throat when she first saw him enter. She could have sworn her heart had jumped out from her chest in that very moment. He was beautiful, a different kind of beautiful, too. He was so effortless at it—the way he moved and the way he presented himself; he had confidence in himself without flaunting it.

He was wearing tight black jeans with a pink floral see-through button up, flowing loosely from his shoulders. His chest was in great view, as well, the cross hanging from his necklace dangling perfectly between his pecs. His hair was freshly cut, his face freshly shaved and had an aroma of a cologne Y/n wasn’t familiar with. It was unique, though, like him, and all-in-all made him more attractive than she already perceived him to be.

Her eyes went wide when he claimed the barstool in front of her, her actions coming to a halt as her eyes hawked over his every move. She genuinely forgot how to breathe, his physical features overwhelming her in ways she’s never experienced before. The world around her seemed to fade as she admired every part of him she could see.

He was just so breathtaking.

It wasn’t until one of the other bartenders dropped a glass onto the floor that Y/n was pulled out of her trance. She quickly shook her head, slowly coming back in touch with reality. Thankfully, he hadn’t seemed to notice her presence yet.

She shook her head again before working to dry the remaining shot glasses. She just had to make it a couple of hours without completely embarrassing herself in front of him, that’s all she had to do.

Her eyes drifted slightly to him again when he lifted his right leg up against the unoccupied barstool next to him, leaning over before his fingers started working to retie his shoelace.

“The usual.” he spoke, eyes still cast downward.

Y/n looked around behind the counter, checking to see if he was talking to someone else. Considering she had just started working there a week ago and hasn’t served him yet, she was completely clueless as to what he was ordering.

“Uh..”

He looked up from his shoes, eyes diverting right into hers as a sense of realization reached his features.

“Oh, I see,” he giggled, “Sorry, love. I wasn’t aware there was a new bartender in town.”

His voice was both raspy and smooth in the most elegant way she’s ever heard. His accent was so incredibly thick she could visually see it by the way his lips moved. And his giggle, with the slight smirk he developed made her heart flutter in her chest.

Y/n nodded, smiling slightly at him.

“Yeah, just started a week ago. Nobody’s ever ordered ‘the usual’ before.” she joked, nervous laughter falling from her lips as she tucked loose pieces of hair behind her ear.

He grinned at her, his cheeks turning a bit peachy. He had to admit, she was gorgeous, and clearly had a great sense of humor. He could tell she was shy, though, by the way she wasn’t confident in her words and the way her cheeks flushed whenever he spoke to her.

“Cute” he muttered ever so slightly, Y/n almost thought she imagined it, “‘The usual,’ at least for me, is a Malibu Bay Breeze. Bit heavier on the cranberry juice, a bit lighter on the pineapple.”

Y/n nodded, muttering a quiet “coming right up” before gathering the ingredients. Harry watched her as she poured it all together, mixing the essential ingredients, admiring her gestures and movements whenever he said something that made her smile.

They talked for hours that night, getting to know each other. Y/n was mesmerized, completely and utterly captivated at how somebody like him could possibly exist. He was everything she’s ever dreamed of—there wasn’t any part of him she didn’t find alluring. This was the only time she’s ever spoken to him, yet she found herself feeling something she’s never felt before.

And the feelings only got stronger with time. Every Friday for four months, Y/n found Harry coming into Lexi’s earlier than he usually did, and every time he’d come she prepared him a Malibu Bay Breeze—heavy on the cranberry, light on the pineapple.

He stayed with her until closing, until the last light went off and the music went down. And after she was off her shift, he took her to the 24-hour movie theater that hardly anybody went to in those early hours of the morning. Instead of watching, however, they spent the entire movie goofing around with popcorn and sharing fond memories of their childhood.

To say Y/n had fallen hard for Harry was an understatement. She was completely and unconditionally in love with him.

The feeling he had given her never subsided—he never failed to give her a feeling of euphoria whenever he spent his Friday nights with her. And the more he opened up to her, and the more she opened up to him, the more it felt right. He felt right, no part of her doubted that for a second. He captured her heart and she knew there was no way in hell she was ever getting it back.

Savannah even began to notice her shift in mood ever since her Friday night shifts began. It was as if she turned into an entirely different person. She seemed more confident in herself, and Savannah started noticing the softest of smiles illuminating on her face every so often.

Y/n was the happiest she had ever been before, she swore she was on cloud nine. Y/n started to believe nothing could have torn her down. Nothing.

But then, it happened.

Savannah showed up to Lexi’s during Y/n’s regular Friday night shift. It was a little past midnight, arriving back from her aunt’s wedding—which Y/n would have attended if she didn’t need the money (and if it wasn’t during her shift Harry was a frequent customer in).

She ran in with a long eggplant purple dress, which had a long slit along the leg. Her hair curled in perfect waves that fell loosely down her shoulders, her makeup illuminating and extenuating her flawless features.

“Y/n!” She squealed, scurrying her way to the bar while nearly tripping over her six-inch heels.

Y/n saw Harry’s eyes widen at the sight of her. Of course she visited her when Harry’s here, and of course, she visited when she looked as beautiful as ever. Y/n knew the second Savannah walked in that it was over, every possibility of her and Harry building up to a relationship has been knocked down to the ground.

Y/n closed her eyes momentarily, because she started to feel every part of her heartbreak, and it was the most painful feeling she’s ever felt. Harry’s only seen Savannah for a couple of seconds and he was already looking at her in a way he never has with Y/n.

She gritted her teeth harshly, because how did she think this wouldn’t happen? This was always how it ended, and even if Harry ever liked Y/n enough to start a relationship with her, she wouldn’t be able to hide him from Savannah forever.

“Guess what!” she yelled once she found her way to the bar, leaning against it so she was as close as possible to Y/n.

“What?” Y/n smiled weakly, unable to rid the aching in her chest.

“The photographer at the wedding asked me to be a model for his pictures! And not only that, but he just started working for Top Shop, said he could talk to some people for me to make this work! Can you believe it?! Savannah Turk, next top model! Gosh, I’m so excited!”

Y/n smiled widely. It was always Savannah’s dream to become a model, and she could definitely pull it off. In all honesty, she was shocked she wasn’t one already.

“That’s great, Savannah!” Y/n gasped, “I can’t believe this! I’m so happy for you!”

They both reached over to hug each other, Savannah jumping up and down as small squeals fall from her lips. Once they let go, Y/n is quick to fix up Savannah’s favorite drink as she claims the barstool next to Harry.

Harry’s heart began to race as she scooted closer to him. She was completely breathtaking. He had never seen someone like her before, every part of her intrigued him. She drew him in, and there was no way in hell there was any chance of going back.

“I’m Harry, by the way.”

Savannah let out a slight “push” as she waved her hand in the air.

“I know, Y/n doesn’t shut up about you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, but quickly refrained against her shocked expression as she let out a nervous laugh. God, they couldn’t know about her feelings, because she hadn’t told anybody about how she felt about Harry and certainly wanted to avoid talking about it while he’s practically gawking over Savannah.

Harry looked up at Y/n with a playful smirk resting perfectly on his face.

“Well, who else is going to get me through my Friday night shifts?” Y/n laughed.

Harry lifted his drink up to her, eyebrows lifting as he smirked at her, “And who else is going to get me through my loneliness, eh?”

Ouch.

Savannah’s eyebrows lifted, a wide grin on her face as she looked over to Harry. And by God, he surely was a sight to see.

“Oh, so ‘Friday night shift boy’ is lonely? Don’t know why Y/n hasn’t taken advantage of that yet,” Savannah smirked, “I know I would have.”


Y/n nods again, mustering up a sympathetic smile to him. She doesn’t want any part of Savannah’s games to make him feel bad about himself. None of what he’s feeling is his fault, and every atom in her body aches for him to know that.

“I’m sorry, Harry” she whispers, “I know how much that can hurt, you don’t deserve it.”

He gives her a soft smile, but it falls just as quickly as it spreads. His gaze falls to the floor, eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head softly.

“I just can’t keep doing this with her.”

His soft and Bambi eyes look up at her in sorrow, a frown stretched on his lips at the strain his heart has endured.

“I don’t know what more I can do, Y/n.”

And as selfish as it sounds, the first thought that comes to her mind after the hopeless words leave Harry’s mouth is you can love me back.

Because, God, if he loved her, she wouldn’t keep him waiting. She wouldn’t keep him under the impression that he’s not good enough. No, Harry’s fulfilled every part of her wildest dreams, and she would never let a day go by without making him feel the way he deserves—loved.

Despite her selfish thoughts that she desperately wishes she could say to him, she pushes them all aside. Harry needs her, he needs her to be the friend that will be there for him in the latest hours of the night. He needs her shoulder to lean on, and she can’t deny the chance to help him through this and make him feel better.

She doesn’t respond to him, only slinging her bag around her shoulder and pointing her head toward the exit doors.

“We can talk about this later, yeah? Lets just get you home first.”


The ride to his house was silent, mainly consisting of the soft tune on the radio and Y/n’s hushed voice singing along. With the alcohol still buzzing inside Harry’s head, he didn’t mind the silence they shared. It was comfortable because Harry wasn’t in the mood to discuss his anticlimactic relationship with Savannah. He just needed someone to listen to him, to be there for him, and Y/n was his favorite company.

When they arrive at his house, Y/n is basically carrying Harry to his door.

“Yeah, alright, you—that’s right, you’re good” she huffs, the weight of his body making it a struggle for her to walk.

He isn’t drunk enough for her to completely guide him, but he is stumbling a bit and does find himself tripping over his own two feet a couple of times.  

Y/n giggles, shaking her head as she walks him through his front door. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have made you that many drinks. Thank God you weren’t planning on driving, that would have been a mess.”

Harry doesn’t have much time to respond before she sits him down on his couch. She runs her thumb along his forehead softly, wiping away some of the sweat before smiling at him softly.

"Gonna make you some tea, now.”

Harry shakes his head, his hand reaching to grab her wrist.

“Love, you don’t have to,” Harry shakes his head, “you’ve been making everybody’s drinks all night.”

She shrugs, a small smile tugging on her lips.

“I don’t mind. You’re upset, I want to make sure you feel better, alright? I know that Savannah does this to you and I don’t—“ she pauses, closing her eyes softly, “and I don’t want you to keep thinking that this is your fault.”

His heart swells at her words, his large hands reaching out to grip her small ones.

“Would you mind just—just lying down with me for a bit? I don’t want the tea, just need your company right now.”

Y/n frowns slightly, and she isn’t sad because she doesn’t want to be with him. What makes her sad is the intimacy of holding him would give her no chance to escape her feelings. Whenever she feels the heartbreak sneaking back up on her, she always finds a way to distract herself from the pain. Whether it was rearranging her bedroom, organizing the books on her bookshelf, or focusing on her work, there was always a way to escape the pain.

But it’s when she feels him—whether it’s the touch of his hand, or a rub of the shoulder—when she feels his skin ignite her and when she feels the warmth of is body against her, there was no running away from the harsh reality she’s been living in. There is no escape from the thought that she’s in love with someone she can never have because all she feels when she feels him is broken.

And it’s in these moments she finds herself being most selfish. Because he needs her now, holding him, reassuring him that everything will be okay. He’s going through the same feeling she is, and all she can think about is her stupid self and her broken heart, even when he needs her most.

She lays down on his couch first, which Harry finds particularly inviting. He lays with his head face down against her neck, legs tangled in between hers with his arms wrapped around her back. He loves cuddling with her. She’s just so soft, and she feels cozy, especially after he drinks heaps of alcohol. He hasn’t cuddled with her for a while, either, and holding her against him now already makes his shitty night somewhat tolerable.

“Thank you for being with me, Y/n” he mumbles against her collar bone, the fabric of her t-shirt moving against his lips. “And I’m sorry I made you drive me back.”

She giggles softly, her fingers brushing through his messy bed of curls. She feels him relax into her the more she rakes his hair, and he doesn’t hesitate to keep her motions going.

“It’s okay, didn’t have any other plans. Besides, I kind of miss being alone with you sometimes.”

He hums in response, pressing his cheek further into her neck. His eyes shut, his body relaxing to the sound of her heartbeat, which he feels thumping perfectly against his chest.

“S’good to me” he mumbles, “don’t know what I’d do without you, you know.”

Y/n feels her heart skip at the words he spoke against her, her whole body getting an overwhelming sense of despondency.

“Harry, I—“

“I think I’m gonna keep fighting for her” Harry interjects.

His voice is slurring now, his half-asleep daze making his words all jumbled. But he knows what he’s saying, and Y/n knows, too, and her heart plummets. Her throat suddenly begins to choke on cries she wasn’t aware had come so quickly. It’s just another reminder, just another confirmation that Savannah always gets what she wants, even if Y/n wants it more.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna give up on her yet. If I like her, I gotta fight for it, right? She’d be well worth it, too.”

Y/n tries desperately to blink away her tears, and she’s forever grateful that the light is off in his living room when she fails to do so.

“I—I think you should do what you want, Harry” her voice shakes as she speaks, “I’ll be here for you either way.”

Harry holds her tighter, humming in response again, because he’s already falling asleep and finds no energy in him to answer her.

She wishes with everything in her that she can scream, scream at him for being so fucking stupid and oblivious to her love. And the worst part is that she can’t even blame him. She had an entire four months where she could have confessed her feelings, where she could have told him how in love with him she was.

But would it have changed anything? Would they have just ended up in this shitty situation anyway?

And it isn’t until Harry’s passed out on top of her, his breath spreading along her chest and his fingers rubbing her back in his slumber that Y/n realizes she could spend forever laying here with him, all wrapped up against his body. She could fall asleep like this every night, after a long day of work and empty wine glasses on the coffee table. She could see everything, everything she’s ever envisioned, with him.

And it’s in this moment she realizes that she can’t keep doing this anymore, either.

Her cheeks dampen with her tears, hands shaking in his hair. Never would she think she’d have to let him go, but seeing his face rest so peacefully on her chest, she knows she has to.

“I love you, Harry.” She cries, her fingers gripping onto the roots of his hair.

God, Harry, I love you so much.” she sobs.

If Harry wasn’t such a deep sleeper, she would have never dreamt of saying all of this. But he’s remaining asleep, lips parted as he snores, the alcohol in his veins making him almost immobile against her.

“You deserve to be happy, Harry” she whispers, “I shouldn’t hold you back.”

Her body is shaking, soft cries leaving her lips and endless tears streaming down her face. She doesn’t want to let go, she doesn’t want to stop loving him in the way she does now. Because even though it hurts, she doesn’t want to imagine a day without him.

But she has to. For him.

Her thumbs rub along his cheekbones, her eyes admiring his features one last time.

“And it’s because I love you—“ she pauses, swallowing thickly as her shaking lips press tentatively against his forehead, “that I have to let you go.”

Hot Blooded (M)

Originally posted by eatjin

Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).

Blue Blooded

As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.

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i quit sephora and now i feel much more comfortable being able to talk about my issues with makeup culture as it has evolved, so here’s a bit of a venting session from me! wall of text ahead!

to start: i think makeup is great, it’s incredibly fun, and i will alway stand by it as an invaluable method of immediate and non-permanent self-modification. it can help a lot of people with self expression and (mostly gender) presentation, and the fact that there are so many people who feel truer to their internal selves with the help of makeup is wonderful. 

BUT, that said, makeup culture itself is awful. i was in cosmetic sales for about 3 years, i’ve been an avid makeup enthusiast for a good decade, and it disheartens me the way people come to view themselves because of makeup culture. before i worked at sephora i was much more optimistic about makeup, and y’all would see me go blue in the face defending it– working in cosmetics shed a LOT of light on the things i would prefer to ignore. 

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Something New, Something Old

A belated Kuroken Day collaboration​ ~
Story by @nimbus-cloud
Art by @mookie000

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Kuroo Tomoko was a confident woman; not completely lacking in humility as the word ‘pride’ might suggest, no, she was confident.  She had faith in her abilities (and her son’s, whatever she might say), and she held her observational skills in high regard.  It was how she had known her son’s sexuality long before he finally outed himself and how she knew now that Kenma was nervous standing in front of her. 

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POPULAR TEXT POSTS + ASK MEME  (  PART 3  )

❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜
❛ idc (i do care) ❜
❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜
❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜
❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜
❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜
❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜
❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜
❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜
❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜
❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜
❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜
❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜
❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜
❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜
❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜
❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜
❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜
❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜
❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜
❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜
❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜
❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜
❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜
❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜
❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜
❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜
❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜
❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜
❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜
❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜
❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜
❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜
❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜
❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜
❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜
❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜
❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜
❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜
❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜
❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜
❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜
❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜
❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜
❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜
❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜
❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜
❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜
❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜
❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back  ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜
❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜
❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜
❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  my way through life ❜
❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜
❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜
❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜
❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜
❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜
❛ me? cancelled ❜
❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜
❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜
❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜
❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜
❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜
❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜
❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜
❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜
❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜
❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜
❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜
❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜
❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜
❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜
❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜
❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜
❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜
❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜
❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜
❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜
❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜
❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜
❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜
❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜
❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜
❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜
❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜
❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜
❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜
❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜

(  you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2 )

❝ I want her with me. ❞

Plot: You and Yoongi are both idols and you’re dating. During a Music Award Show he confesses you’re his girlfriend. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

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

“PDnim wants to talk to me, can you stay here with Hobi waiting for me?”  

Yoongi’s request, you just nodded with lightness, giving him a little peck onto his cheek.  

You were accustomed to his continual disappearances, so the fact that he left you alone at that time with Hoseok didn’t bother you that much. In fact, you appreciate spending time with the rest of the Bangtan, because they were as much important as of your own family.  

He smiled at you and your heart made a little flip, not yet accustomed to that sweetness that brightened his eyes every time he looked at you. Nine months and you still felt like a little girl struggling with the first crush.  

“Y/N, come and dance with me!” Hoseok screamed and dragged you to the center of the big Rehearsal room, shaking his head repeatedly; “I don’t accept a no, Y/N. I know you know how to dance!”  

“Hobi I can’t compete with you, you’re a dance freak!”  

“In fact, you have to dance with me, don’t compete!”  

You could not argue with that statement because he was theoretically right, so giggling you started to follow the rhythm of music and move along with him, without being able to keep the laughter. With Jung Hoseok it was practically impossible not to laugh.  

“You say we can change Jin Hyung with you? You dance much better than him! ”  

“Brat I heard you! You should be thankful I don’t spit into your food when I cook! ”  

Seokjin’s voice took you by surprise and you immediately hopped towards him, worried that Hoseok’s “harsh” sentence had been able to offend him in some way. You did puppy’s eyes and he smiled at you, making you sigh with relief. You were still not accustomed to the way they sometimes joked with each other, you cared like a mom nobody was offended or they fight due to trivial things..  

Dating Yoongi had, automatically, involved acquiring six brothers to care for.  

“Yoongi?? He must come and try the outfit for the show tomorrow night. ” Seokjin murmured, made a mess with your hair gently, laying his gaze on Hoseok that just shrugged his shoulders.  

“PDnim wanted to talk to him.. and about the show, I have to go… I also have to try my dress. Can you tell Yoongi that I had to run away?” You asked, hopping to the table to retrieve your purse. Seokjin and Hoseok watched you, amused and cheered by your presence.  

They still wondered how it was possible that you and Yoongi were a couple because you two were completely opposed. But maybe that was your secret, even because they didn’t know the most private side of you.  

Hoseok hugged you from behind, greeting and pretending desperation that you had to go away, so you gave him a pinch on his arm and he pretended to fall to the ground in pain.  

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll tell him.. And don’ mind Hoseok ” Seokjin reassured you with a caring and sweet tone while you threw him a flying kiss, which he pretended to take by making a small leap.  

Coming out of the rehearsal room you ran towards one of the side exits of the building, starting to wear the mask and one of Yoongi’s hat. You didn’t want anyone to recognize you because your relationship was still secret, for both your managers’ and companies will.  

It wasn’t a problem for you the secrecy, even in those months you enjoyed the opportunity to know Yoongi away from the public, only you two. And it turned out to be such a pure and fragile soul that falling in love with him had been easy.  

Distracted by your thoughts you came out of the building, after repeatedly checking that there were no fans or even worse paparazzi, walking towards your car.  

Yes, you had to go get ready for the next day show, but the urge to do it was very low since you should have spent hours making your makeup, scolded by your stylistic and hairstylist Unnie.  

Sometimes you just didn’t like your idol life at all.  

~ ~

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Imagine surprising Chris for his birthday.

A/N: I didn’t think I’d get a one shot done for his birthday, but I did. 😊 Happy birthday, Chris. And also, thank you so much for 5.5K! I love you all to bits. What a wonderful present to get on Chris’ birthday. X

13th of June 2017; Chris’ 36th birthday. You had big plans for your husband’s birthday, except they weren’t going to take place until later in the evening. Unlike Chris who had just finished filming the first part of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’, you were still needed at your job. You had quite a bit to do today and seeing as you had plans to meet Chris at 6:30PM, you were on a bit of a time crunch. You got up earlier than usual, texting your driver to pick you up with breakfast from yours and Chris’ favorite brunch spot. You weren’t going to be there when Chris woke up, the least you could do was get him some delicious maple walnut bagels.

By the time Chris woke up, you’d already left for work and Dodger had taken your bed space. He chuckled and scratched his best friend’s head, then narrowed his eyes when he spotted a folded piece of paper tucked in Dodger’s collar. He smiled when he saw that it was in your handwriting, it said: “Good morning, Birthday Boy. I couldn’t afford the day off, but I’m leaving work early. See you at 6:30, I’m sending Jason to pick you up so be ready. Your suit’s in the closet, pressed and ready to wear. I love you.” He kissed the note then pressed it to his nose, as always- you’d spritzed it with some of your perfume. You did it every time you left him a note, and he did the same when he left you one; it just made things more personal.

“Okay, Dodger,” Chris sat up, resting the note on his bedside table. “Let’s go see what Y/N left me for breakfast.” He said, knowing very well you’d left him breakfast. It was something you did when you had to leave for work early on special occasions: birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day.

You always thought that between the two of you he was the one that would miss out on all the big occasions, but it turned out to be you instead; the owner of a start-up that helped promote big fashion and beauty brands as well as dress celebrities and socialites. You wanted to complain, but it was hard to considering how much you loved your job. It wasn’t just because you got to work around clothes and makeup all day, it also helped you meet and marry your celebrity crush. You couldn’t believe how quickly the last four years had gone by, it felt like just yesterday you were launching your company.

Chris found the maple walnut bagels you’d left him and popped them in the toaster while he boiled some water to make some green tea. He filled Dodger’s food and water bowl while he waited for both his breakfast items to heat up. He was expecting more than breakfast, if he was being honest. You were a romantic who left him love notes and gifts even when it wasn’t his birthday, so why on earth wouldn’t you when you actually had a reason to do so? He flinched when the toaster popped out his bagels. He grabbed a plate to hold his bagels then grabbed the cream cheese from the fridge, sighing. 6:30PM was a long while away, what was he going to do with his day until then? He could drop by your work place to hang out, but he felt like he’d just seem needy if he did. He huffed and took a bite of his warm bagel, looking over at Dodger who was happily enjoying his kibble.

“Looks like we’re going to go for a long run, bud.”


• • • • • • • •


Chris fixed his tie in the mirror by the front door while he waited for your driver to pick him up. The day had been a long one waiting for 6:30PM, but it was finally here. He couldn’t wait to see you and see what you’d planned for him. You’d planned everything with great secrecy because this was something you knew you couldn’t let Chris’ curiosity ruin for himself. It was big and you wanted it to catch him with complete surprise as it did you when you found out. You couldn’t stop smiling when you saw the two lines appear on the stick, and you knew Chris wouldn’t be able to either when you told him he was finally getting the child he’d always wanted.

A knock on the door told Chris that Jason had arrived, he grabbed his house keys and opened the front door. “Hey, man.” Chris greeted Jason and earned a nod and smile from the man who’d been looking after his wife since she started her career. Jason opened the car door for Chris and Chris got into the car, smiling when he saw a bottle of his favorite beer sitting in a ice bucket. He chuckled and cracked it open as Jason got back into the car, pulling out of the driveway.

You got a text from Jason when they arrived at your company’s main headquarters. You were waiting on the roof with your news as well as a candlelit dinner catered by the Italian restaurant you and Chris went to on your first date. You were slightly nervous to tell Chris you were pregnant. You didn’t know why because you knew he’d be happy to hear it, but you were nervous. You weren’t trying for a child per se, but you weren’t not trying either. You both agreed that if it happened, it happened. You went off the pill and stopped using the latex barrier, allowing the universe to decide if the two of you should be parents.

“Don’t I feel special?” You heard Chris’ voice and you turned around, smiling when you saw him walking over. “You do know how to spoil me.” He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him as he pressed his lips against yours. You could taste the residual alcohol in his mouth as he kissed you. “Happy birthday to me,” he chuckled softly when he broke the kiss.

“Happy birthday indeed,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Both of his hands landed on your waist as he smiled brightly at you. “Do you want your present first, or dinner first? I thought I’d give you the choice seeing as you’re the birthday boy.”

“Depends on what the present is, I mean- If it’s you and your Versace on the floor, I’d rather save it until we get home.” He winked and you laughed. “But if it’s something that doesn’t involve sexual favors then I’ll have the present first.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you pulled away from his touch, taking his hand to pull him with you. You grabbed the envelope off the dinner table and held it out for him to take. “Aw, man. An envelope?”

“Excuse me?” You laughed. “Did you seriously just say that?”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I was just hoping for something- y'know, in a box. You nailed last year’s gift, I really liked that bottle of scotch you got me with the personalized glassware?” You tried not to smile too widely as you played out his reaction after he saw what was in the envelope in your head; you had no doubt he was going to regret everything he said. “But you know what, I’m sorry. It’s always the thought that counts and you are always superbly thoughtful. Envelope or box, I’m sure this is going to be an amazing gift.”

“If you’re disappointed, I can always make up for it when we get home ‘cause there’s a Victoria Secret gift bag waiting at the back of the wardrobe.” You teased him and he chuckled, shooting you a quick wink as he opened the envelope. “Disappointed?” You bit back your smile when you saw his jaw drop at the sight of the sonogram he’d just pulled out.

“Is this-” He looked up at you with tear filled eyes and you nodded, smiling. “So we’re-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. He couldn’t breathe, he was holding a picture of his future child in his hand. He was going to be a father, the two of you were going to have a child. “YES!” He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground.

“Chris!” You yelped then laughed as he spun you in a circle. “Are you happy?” You asked as he continued to hold you against him; you ran one hand over his gelled hair and the other down his back. He nodded, burying his face in this crook of your neck. “Is this a better gift than the scotch last year?” He nodded again and you smiled. “Can you kiss me now?” You asked and he quickly met your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you smiled.

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17,again [Prologue]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, drama, fluff.

Word count: 3k

Summary: Your relationship of ten years seems to be stuck as your CEO boyfriend works non-stop and doesn´t pay much attention to you or your hints about marriage. Desperate to awaken the spark of love again you beg the universe for a change that will make him fall for you for the second time in his life. And the universe listens.

Author´s note: This is inspired by the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil yourself anything that could happen in this fic.


The day you moved in with your boyfriend you knew something was wrong between the two of you, but didn’t pay much attention to it. The relationship you shared wasn’t at its best and you didn’t want to push it, especially not on a day in which you were not only moving together but in which he was also starting his job as a CEO in the company his parents owned. It had been his dream since you met in college and it had been, in fact, the first thing he had told you about himself when your father had introduced him to you as one of his students. Apparently he had been born in a very rich family and was studying business to replace his father whenever he became prepared enough to do so. You didn’t know what you had to do with all of that until your dad explained that his parents also wanted him to have a stable relationship as soon as possible, and that they thought you were a nice candidate. Basically, your relationship had started with a set up from both your families. Being the rebellious teen you were you would’ve had neglected something like that if the boy hadn’t defied the expectations you held about him so quickly. Not only was he breathtakingly handsome but also extremely intelligent and well mannered. It became a matter of time until you fell for him and he became the center of your life. Unfortunately, it wasn’t mutual. You did look like a couple, you went on dates, you had sex. He treated you well. But he had never admitted to love you or acted like so. When you both turned twenty you abandoned your dream of being an artist and moved to the city to live with him. It could’ve been a beautiful moment, a fresh start, if not for the fact that as soon as you moved somewhere nobody knew the pair of you and he started working, he became fully uninterested in the relationship, both mentally and physically. He never had time for you and you barely saw each other. The fairytale you thought you were living ended as it was only the peasant who was in love and not the prince, but you didn’t complain when you decorated the full house alone while he was out all week on his first business trip. You didn´t complain when he spent your anniversary at a meeting or when he forgot your birthday. You ended up assuming what the relationship had been built up from the start, convenience, and decided to just push through it. Seven years later, it all remained the same. You were lonely and aching for his attention, so you did everything a perfect partner could possibly do: three hundred and sixty five days a year, you hoped that someday he´d wake up and realize you were there for him.

“Good morning!”

As you entered the room you cocked your head in amusement at his puffy morning hair and wished you could run your hands through it, but you knew he wouldn´t like it. You weren´t teens anymore, and he had a workplace to attend to.

“I´ve prepared your suit”                

He slowly got out of the bed and you wondered how someone could look that handsome after waking up. He only acknowledged your presence after turning off the alarm.

“Good morning”

His eyes seemed to roam over your blouse and a lopsided smile appeared on your face. Apart from meticulously doing your hair and makeup, you had chosen a top that showed a bit of cleavage, something you rarely wore. It was all in hopes that you’d catch his attention, and maybe it was working. Maybe things were changing. He sheepishly turned away when you met his eyes staring at your breasts, and you couldn´t help but find it adorable.

“Are you going somewhere?”

His question surprised you as he never asked such things or took interest in what you did while he was at work, and the way he was leering your body with curiosity made you nervous as it was something unusual.

“No. I was hoping we could have breakfast together”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he got rid of his sleeping clothes to get in his suit. You observed his toned chest and his muscular back as he changed. It had been a very long time since the two of you had intimated and the mere sight of his body had you blushing. You excused yourself and got out of the room. When had things turn so weird? It was true that you had never been the ideal couple, but at least it used to feel like you were. Unconsciously your eyes met the mirror on the wall and your smile faded a little at your reflection. Did he not find you attractive at all? Your fingers investigated your features, caressing your lips, your nose, your cheeks. You were only twenty seven, you were aging very well and you still had your unique and exotic beauty with you, the one that made head turns. But not his. You were working out, dieting. Did he not desire your body? Did he not want a future with you? Did he not want to propose and have lots of babies? You jumped a little when you noticed his presence, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your self-evaluation, but you composed yourself as you looked for his eyes, searching for the look of curiosity you had caught before in his stare. But it was all gone.

“So, breakfast?”

Your voice sounded weaker that you intended and you smoothed your skirt repeating to yourself that it was alright if he didn´t want you as you wanted him.

“I´m in a rush. I have to grab something on my way to work.”

You instantly felt disappointed. Breakfast was one of the few moments of the day you spent together as it was always extremely unlikely that he returned home at the time he should.

“I can pack it for you”

You were already heading to the kitchen when his voice extinguished your hopes for the day to be different.

“There´s no need for you to do that”    

You knew he didn´t mean to sound so menacing the second regret appeared on his face, but you still flinched at his tone. Fidgeting with the bracelet you were wearing you didn´t dare look at him in case he could see the tears of frustration appearing on the corners of your eyes. Why did he make everything so difficult?

“You´re right.”

It was only a whisper but apparently enough to make him feel bad. And then it came what happened when he knew he had hurt you, the only moments in which he showed affection towards you. This time, he approached you and briefly kissed your forehead. His lips were warm and although you liked it, you hated that it was only because he pitied you. It felt meaningless, and you searched for anything that would distract you from the way your chest was aching.

“What are you picking up?”

Your eyes darted to meet his, and you were met with his usual soft stare. At least he tried to act as if you didn´t annoy him that much.

“I can´t tell you until tonight. We are going somewhere, so put a dress on or whatever. Something elegant”

That caught your attention. You were going somewhere? You rarely went on dates. And he was picking something up on his way to the office. Was it a ring? Why was it a secret? Your mind was racing with possibilities. Was he going to take you somewhere and propose?

“A dress?”

He was once again eyeing you, his hand awkwardly placed behind his neck and you had to contain the urge of throwing yourself all over him. The fact that he didn´t sought your touch didn´t defeat the fact that he was like a magnet to you every time he was around.

“Yes. But not like this one.”

You chuckled. You weren´t even wearing a dress and you were torn between hitting your head against the wall repeatedly or appreciate that he was for once paying attention to your insinuating outfits. Your desire for him outweighed your violent frustration and you spoke softly at him, as if he was a little kid.

“What do you mean not like this one? This is not a dress…”

You stopped when he approached you and placed his slender fingers on both sides of the collars of your blouse just to pull the the fabric over the exposed skin. The way his fingers rubbed against your collarbones felt like a gift as the skin ship between the two of you was practically nonexistent. God, you didn´t even make out from time to time. Even the fact that he was that close was weird.

“Just…like that. Cover that”

You were startled at his behavior. You were loving how his touch made you feel but at the same time you found it funny that he was acting as if he had never seen a woman naked, especially you. Maybe he didn´t want any other man staring at your body. You convinced yourself that had to be the reason. Maybe he´d start acting possessive if you were soon going to be wife and husband.

“Okay. I´ll pick a dress that covers that area”

“Good”

He undid his grip on your shirt and with that he picked up his things and headed to work without looking at you or saying goodbye. That normally would´ve made you sad if not for the fact that the sudden affection (if you could call it like that) coming from him could only mean that he was going to propose. You jumped towards the table to have some breakfast, not minding being alone. You knew you were raising your hopes too high, but you couldn´t resist it. And with that you ate a pancake, and then another, forgetting about your diet and letting the fact that things were going to change for the better sink in.



 21:00 From Jungkook: I´m waiting for you outside.

21:02 From you: I´ll be there in five.

When you had received the message it had taken you less than two minutes to reply and grab your things. Checking that everything was in order one last time, you covered the red dress you had chosen with your coat and rearranged your hair one last time before heading out. You were overwhelmed about going on a date and not even the frigid air or the rain that welcomed you stopped the smile that spread across your face when you saw him waiting in the car. He was wearing his usual suit but his fringe was unusually parted in the middle, your favorite hairstyle on him. Doing the best out of running with heels you managed to cross the sidewalk and enter the car without getting soaked. There was classical music coming from the radio and you were already on the road by the time you had put your seatbelt on and left your bag on the floor. He hadn´t said anything and only the rain crashing against the windows could be heard. You stopped on a red light and, as always, you started the conversation.

“So, do you like the dress?”

The lights strode across his face creating patterns on his skin and you were so lost staring you almost missed the way his eyebrows raised at your question.

“Sure”

Except for a too brief glance to have seen anything he hadn´t looked at it at all. It looked as if the more effort you put the least he cared.

“You haven´t even looked”

He sighed and his eyes flickered towards the dress before heading back to the road as the light turned green.

“I don´t need to look much to know that it looks good on you”

You weirdly bumped against your seat at his words. It could appear as a half assed excused for not paying attention to you but coming from him it was such a compliment. With doe eyes, you stared at him. He was being too nice. He even continued the conversation himself.

“I´m sure my boss is going to like it. He´ll like you as well”

The anticipation of what you assumed was going to happen that night turned out to be there for nothing. You hadn´t been that excited all day only to meet his boss.

“Your boss?”

“Yes. We are having dinner with him and his wife. See, the thing is that they are very composed people. That´s why I asked you to wear something more conservative.”

Oh. So that was happening. It wasn´t a date. He just had to take his girlfriend out once in a while to show her off to his colleagues and his boss so that they knew she was real as he never spent time with her nor took her to social events. Great. You wished you hadn´t fallen for the trick and you were tempted to take off your bra or hitch up your skirt. Conservative? His boss wouldn´t be that composed if you weren´t wearing any underwear. Not even in front of his wife. You looked through the window trying to extinguish the sudden fury that had invaded your body. He just needed you for him to look good, to look normal. But it was your fault too. It was you who had misread the situation completely, so you sighed and kept your bra in place.

“I´m sure I´ll like them too.”

As soon as you were sat on the table inside the fancy restaurant with the elder couple you regretted even more being there as the conversation was focused on a threatening deadline approaching next week and you were playing around with your salad. You didn´t know much about business but you sat still and nodded at everything they said making an effort to look good, as always. After a while you got lost on your thoughts and jumped on your seat when someone intentionally stepped on your foot.

“Mr. Yuajgon has asked you what´s your job”

It was your boyfriend speaking, clearly disapproving your lack of attention, and you rapidly answered.

“I have a major in arts, but I´m not working right now”

Mrs. Yuagjon seemed to direct what looked like a smile at you, her face that had clearly gone under the knife tensing in a strange way.

“And what do you do in your free time, sweetie?”

That was a good question. Apart from taking care of your physical aspect and doing the chores, what did you do?

“Well, I go to a book club on the weekends. I like dog cafés as well.”

You stuffed a piece of lettuce in your mouth as you knew you had sounded utterly stupid but you didn´t care as you were having a blast staring at his puzzled faces. What did they expect? For you to teach at Harvard? On the other hand, your boyfriend was swallowing hard.

“She has very unique tastes”

Mr. Yuagjon took a sip of his whine.

“I see. So, how long have you been together?”

You noticed that Jungkook stiffened next to you, so you answered for him.

“Ten years”

“Ten years. And you are on your late twenties. Aren´t you going to propose to her soon?”

Suddenly you felt the need to kiss Mr. Yuagjon´s feet for bringing up the topic. Maybe it´d make Jungkook react and see that you were not a lunatic that wanted to get married. All eyes were on him, and your heart started racing as he remained silent. He cleared his throat and your heart twitched at the sound.

“Actually I picked something up this morning”

You had forgotten about that. Your palms got sweatier as you thought if finally he´d want to move forward in the relationship which way should you react when he pulled out a ring.

“We live together, and you told me you liked our apartment. I finally have all the information about the design, Sir”

You widened your eyes in surprise and something exploded inside of you. If not even his adored boss could coax him to talk about marriage…

“A lovely house, indeed. Prepared for when you have many children. Are you pregnant already?”

It was Mrs. Yuagjon who said it, as if it made total sense.

“Pregnant? She´s not pregnant.”

You didn´t know if it was the horrified tone in which he had said it or the four glasses of wine you had consumed but you smashed your fist against the table and got up. Years and years of waiting for him weren´t worth that humillation.

“Definitely not pregnant. See, I don´t know what you make him do at work but this man right here arrives home too tired to even stick out his dick to pee so I don´t know what makes you think he´d use it for something else. He´s completely uninterested in me and completely uninterested in anything that isn´t related to his job. If he ever gets his shit together and proposes it´ll be in a meeting and to his phone. Not me. I´m out.”

With every single person in the room looking at you after your little scene you stumbled out of the restaurant. You didn´t even know why you had lashed at him like that, but you just couldn´t take it anymore. It had been years living with a ghost, giving everything and receiving nothing. He didn´t even have the decency to answer the question. It wasn´t even about marriage anymore. When would he love you again? Did he even love you at all? As you walked in the rain hugging yourself you noticed a strike of lightning coming from above. The clouds had separated to show a tiny start, shining in the dark. Without notice, unknown words escaped your mouth.

“I wish it was like when we met again. Happy and young”

You noticed a strange sensation in your chest, as if something heavy had been lifted off of you, and a certain dizziness made your head spin. When your eyes were focused again, you were inside your apartment, which felt strangely unfamiliar.

“When did I get here?”

You took off your heels and inspected the place. You passed the main entrance, the corridor… something catched your attention. A tiny girl reflecting in the mirror, a red dress on. It looked like she had been crying, mascara stains all over her eyelids. You stepped closer to see her… and you gasped. It was you. It was you when you were seventeen years old.

I want you(Namjoon AMBW Smut)

Ahhhh finally one request down! I’m sorry for such a long wait but after much time here you are @hennessybee I really hope you enjoy this fic, if not I will do it over! 

A light knocking on the wooden door caused you to stir yourself awake as you looked around. Namjoon was laughing at you looking at how your body was draped in one of the styling chairs in the makeup room.

“Noona, you’re going to get a crook in your neck if you keep that up.” He lightly scolded moving to sit in another chair beside you.

“It’s okay.. Really.” You let out a soft huff, lifting your body slightly with a wince, it had been a rough few days since you were always on the move with BTS and sleep was little to none because you were always with them. ALWAYS. “And I told you, don’t say that.” You could feel your cheeks heating up.

Namjoon moved his hand to the back of your neck giving a comforting squeeze that seemed to release all the tension in that spot. “You’re really cute don’t know you know that?” He asked with a light chuckle. “You are our noona, our cordi noona and I’m sorry but even if we were to go through the whole process again you would still be a noona.” Namjoon said dramatically helping you realize your doom. It wasn’t that you disliked the word, it was the fact that coming from him, it made your whole being lit up and you didn’t know how to handle it.

“Right as always Kim Namjoon.” You cooed wagging your finger at him. He rolled his eyes leaning forward to bite your finger gently causing you to still for a moment. A loud yell from the hall caused you both to jump as Taehyung came running into the room to wrap his arms around your neck breaking the moment you and Namjoon were having.

“Come on noona it’s time to go! You’re packed and everything, right?” He questioned sending a devious smirk to Namjoon who just sat back in the chair in disbelief.

“I do have everything I need; can you take my bags for me Taehyunggie? Noona can’t carry everything.” You whined knowing he would give in. Like lighting he took your bags and headed for the door, causing and amused laugh to leave your lips as you stood up.

“You know better..” You started as you grabbed for your face mask seeing the look Namjoon was giving you. He stood up from his chair, towering over you causing you to look up at him. He wasn’t wearing anything too flashy, just black skinny jeans and a button down white shirt that was tucked in, his hair was parted right down the middle to show his forehead like you liked it. He smirked softly seeing how your eyes flickered all over him, opening the mask up he put it on you the correct way seeing the BTS display read brightly against the black mask with white letters as he felt some surge of pride through his system.

“Do I?” He questioned you back, cupping your cheeks he stroked your skin with his thumb and you melted for a split second before you were pulling his hands away before Taehyung came back. Grabbing at the makeup bag that you needed, you allowed Namjoon to walk with you and give you skinship until you got outside of the building where he went to stand with the others. You let his hand go sighing softly behind the mask glad that you could pout without anybody seeing it. You moved to get into one of the vans with the other members of the team. Driving behind the boys towards the airport, you put in ‘Not Today’ trying to give yourself some since of hype but it ended with you passing out with your head against the window, the soft beat earphones cushioning your face.

“This girl.” Namjoon sighed softly but he couldn’t hide the kind smile that was on his lips as he watched you. He crawled into the van as everyone else got out, moving to shake you lightly he didn’t stop until you were opening your tired eyes looking at him.

“Sleeping beauty, let’s go.” He called out for you grabbing at your hand. You didn’t know if it was simply because you were tired or what but you gave him your hand, walking behind him with your fingers laced together as he pulled you through the massive crowds of fans. Namjoon made sure your body was against his becoming almost protective as he kept pushing your head down so that no fan could take good pictures of you. It was too much, the flashing lights, the screams and cheers. It was the reason you opted on staying back for most of the shows but this one was different and they needed all their staff, they needed you because you were very good at your job and becoming well known. The boys’ images had to be top notch for other things to be a success. After a moment of having the flashing light in your face and harsh criticism threw at you by some fans, Jhope and Suga both came to the aid of you and Namjoon pressing against your left side to block any views from you.

“Thank you both.” You said gently looking up at Yoongi who gave a kind smile and like Namjoon pushed your head down gently with the pads of his warm fingers against your forehead.

“Keep your head down, thank me later by making me look good.” Yoongi teased as Jhope gave a chuckle nodding in agreement. Jimin was next to make his move coming to stand in front of you, he smiled and gave the camera aegyo and sex appeal to distract every one of the girl that was in the middle and stealing the attention. Jungkook came to join him walking beside him and Jin was the last to join in walking behind all of you as you went to stand in the airport line. As it moved up and you went to board the plane Namjoon made sure that he was the one sitting beside you when it was called for you all to choose your seats.

You once again fell asleep after putting on your music, moving to lay your head against his shoulders, at least on the plane you two could be able to share some since of closeness. While you were knocked out into dream line, Namjoon was losing his mind. He couldn’t stop looking down at you, he was so in love with you he didn’t know what to do, it was too much for him and he felt not telling you anything was going to break him apart. It was everything about you, your eyes, your full lips. The way you looked so peaceful once you slept. He could feel the harsh thumps of his heart and he wondered how could you be so calm with him. What he didn’t know what that you were dying as well but at least you knew how to hide it from him a little bit better than what he was doing.

Once the plane arrived in the States, Namjoon had fallen asleep with his head resting on top of yours, unknown to you both Hoseok found this endearing posting the pictures to the official twitter, and the Cafe. They had woken you both up to get you off the plane so that you could go to the hotel. The next set of days were a blur between BTS doing interviews and sound checks you were there to give them touch ups but then you, had to go and do other clients that you had promised you would meet while down here. You had also met up with some friends all of you going to the beach to hang out while the boys got ready for their first Wings show. Namjoon had been moping missing you by his side and he was always refreshing his feed when he could just to see what you were up to.

“You’re going to be classified as a stalker if you kept this up.” Yoongi warned patting the male’s shoulder.

“I think it’s too late for that.” Namjoon himself admitted but he tried to let it slide off him. He knew however how serious it was, when he saw a picture of you with some guy who had a modeling gig. It wasn’t the fact that you were with him helping him, it was the fact that he was a ‘friend’ Namjoon knew nothing about and he felt jealous. Even while he was getting ready to go on stage he saw you in the back, and he purposefully avoided you, going to the other Cordi’s to let them help him instead not wanting to be around you until he got his emotions underway. When it was time for him to sing Reflections, you came to stand by the side of the stage looking at him with adoration.

“You two are killing me. Please just get together already.” Yoongi came by your side once he was finished with first love looking at his friend who was pouring his heart out on stage.

“Shut up. He’s doing really good today.” You said softly clasping your hands together in front of yourself wiggling slightly.

“He feels those lyrics strongly today.. Especially since he is hurting.” Yoongi almost whispered the last part, causing you to frown and look at him.

“What happened today while I was gone?” You asked him standing up straight. Yoongi pursed his lips looking between you both before he let out a sigh shaking his head hesitating and going between telling you and keeping his loyalty to his friend.

“Listen, I think you two need to talk this out. But what I will say is, you’re not the only one who has a career at stake here. So, maybe you should be the one to decide as the eldest what’s best for the both of you. And if you decide that you can’t do this. Then be honest with him because he deserves at least that much.” He gave a kind smile walking off to get changed for fire and as Namjoon came off the stage to the side you were at you quickly looked at him reaching for a hug that he gave back tightly.

“We love you!” You chanted back at him causing him to laugh and become flustered. “You did really good. Do you want me to touch up your makeup for fire?” You ask him and he nodded eagerly pulling you backstage with him, buzzing from how well he did he could feel his skin tingling and it made it better that you were here brushing foundation against his forehead lightly, he eyed you looking down and standing close to you causing everyone else in the room to shift and look knowing that there was something there if only you both would act on it.

“Two minutes!” The stage handlers called out trying to get everyone in place, you let him go moving back to your place on side of the stage to watch him.

“The boys are so talented.” Some of the noona’s were talking behind you and you were going to turn around to join in the conversation until you heard the rest.

“I know, it’s just a shame that with money comes sluts trying to take them down.” One spoke out.

“Yeah and then they either want money or their own fame so they use them and it’s such a shame. We all want to be close with them but at least we do it the right way. We don’t go to the limelight.” Another spoke.

“Yup! At least we don’t go around talking to other members from other companies and having our own agenda we are faithful to them.” The part that upset you the most were that they spoke in Korean as if you didn’t know anything that was being said or the fact that you knew these two particular girls were talking about you.

“Don’t worry about them, they are just a bit.. Jealous and dumb.” A girl who was a bit shorter than you came to stand at your side looking out at the stage and dancing a little beside you. She had brown hair that rested at her shoulders and she was a few years older than you. “If anything, you would get their struggles better than us. You have your own reputation and you know the do’s and don’ts.” She started out encouraging you. She was always friendly and nice to you making you feel that you did have at least one friend.

“Thank you for being kind to me.” You said gently bowing your head as fire went off and Fun boys came on.

“No problem, just make sure you don’t push him too head over heels.” She teased you causing you to blush and you were glad that it was dark for the most part.

The concert was a success and from all the screaming fans you knew that the boys were going to be very proud of how well they did. Once the show was over, you had to leave out with them, surprised that so many fans were waiting for them to leave you saw a lot of girls holding up the signs referencing Namjoon to daddy, you tore your eyes away from those signs thinking of something else because the ache between your legs was unbearable and you knew that it was going to take at least two rounds with your hand so that you would at least quench some of the fire that was inside of you. While you were in the van, the boys decided on take out and you were glad, you needed to get to the hotel to change your panties quickly. Tomorrow they wanted to go out for American food and you knew of perfect places to take them to setting your plan in action.

“Did we do good?” Namjoon asked leaning close to whisper against the shell of your ear, his breath tickling your skin causing you to jump as you nodded.

“I was really proud of you love, I am so honored to be a part of your team.” You admitted with a soft smile.

“Trust me, we are glad to have you.” He sighed happily pressing a kiss against your jaw.

“Break it up back there!” Hoseok teased you both and it stayed that way until you got back to the hotel.

Once you arrived, you said your goodnights to the boys as the elevator came to your floor. You decided to get a room a floor under them to keep yourself from becoming and embarrassment and going up to the room Namjoon was in to ask him to talk. You walked to your room and you could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t turn around just lifted your hand up to wave bye to them. You moved into the room, quickly scarfing the food down eating in the most un-lady like manner so that you could get in the shower.

You stayed in there for a good thirty minutes getting yourself off with the shower head and your fingers. Once you were done, you moved to dry off your body after you were done, not wanting to sleep in nothing you crawled under the covers with a bath robe on, laying on your back you rested looking up at the ceiling, thinking about Namjoon you tried to get your thoughts from him considering how loud you had been crying his name.

Namjoon was sitting up in the bed, drying his wet hair with a towel and a very hard problem between his legs, it only took him a few split seconds to think more on it before he was getting up with a key card leaving his room and coming down towards yours. He took the elevator hoping that no one noticed him, walking towards your room, he knocked on your door and you not knowing who it was decided to change your robe to a silk robe instead. You put on the baby blue silk robe that was partially see through, opening the door up you were surprised to see Namjoon standing there on the other side with a white T-shirt and baggy shorts around his waist. He looked down at you, almost speechless as his eyes roamed your body.

“What are you doing here? This is risky.” You groaned softly pressing your hands on his chest as he moved in.

“Exactly but you keeping me out here makes people more suspicious and besides, what if I get taken a picture of?” He asked softly as he pushed inside more to shut the door with a crooked smile.

“What do you want, Namjoon?” You asked softly with a playful roll of your eyes.

“Well. I need you.” Namjoon said simply cupping your cheek to make you look up at him. “You won’t say it so I will. But I am falling for you y/n. I know that it’s a bit too early to say that I love you but I know I’m getting close to it, and I know that if I didn’t even at least try to get to know you and keep you in my life then I would regret it. If you’re scared then let me protect you. I won’t hurt you, we both have reputations and I know what it’s like to need to keep it.” He urged nuzzling his nose with yours. “Just please let me be with you, even if it’s just for a moment that you don’t want later. It would fucking hurt but I could at least be with you and I need you so much.” He whispered as he pressed against you.

“Namjoon.. We can talk about this later. Take me.” You groaned in defeat and he didn’t have to be told twice, he picked you up with his hands under your thighs carrying you towards the bed, he laid you down on the bed, pressing his lips against yours he gave you a breathtaking gentle kiss, his hands moving to roam your body gripping at your hips as the robe fell to bunch around your waist. Namjoon pressed his body flush against yours sliding his tongue into your mouth causing you to release a soft moan. You couldn’t believe this was happening your heart was racing and you were sure he could tell. He sucked on your tongue, letting his tongue explore every ounce of your wet warm cavern. He pulled back after a few moments grabbing at his phone he pressed the outlet into his phone turning on music.

“What-“ You questioned panting as he put on Party Next Door. He leaned down over you pushing you back against the bed, sucking on your neck as he whispered in a deep voice using his English causing his voice to be accented and the right kind of cute and seductive.

“I don’t want everyone hearing how I make you scream.” He sucked on your neck, moving down towards your collarbones and breast to mark you up and make sure that the hickies were not visible. He undid the strings on your robe, pulling back to look down at your curvy body that was wrapped in brown skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t let anyone else have you.” He shuddered moving to press his lips against your breast his tongue skittered across your areola on your left breast before he wrapped it around your nipple to suck on it, his hand going over to play with your other nipple grazing and flicking the hardened nub. Namjoon moaned against your skin, sucking harshly onto your breast, his mouth trailed wet kisses towards your other breast as his hand drifted down to ghost across your sensitive clit. You arched your back a sharp gasp leaving your lips as your hips bucked up. Namjoon pulled back from your breast after a while with a wet pop lifting a keen eyebrow.

“I never knew you were so sensitive here.” He teased circling the pads of his thumbs against your clit.

“E-every girl is daddy. It’s not that.. I touched myself twice before you came.” You finally admitted causing him to immediately plunge two fingers inside of your wet pussy. You groaned in slight pain but it didn’t sting too bad, it felt good to have his fingers inside of you thrusting in and out of your pussy. He leaned down to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking on the pink bud he pulled it into his mouth causing your hips to buck up and ride his face as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. Your hands gripped at his hair, pulling on the soft locks you pressed him closer to your body.

“Come on daddy give me more.” You called out softly feeling your wet pussy start to drip against his face as he pulled and pushed his fingers around inside of your, his fingers moving to circle and twist inside of you slipping past the knuckle each time he released your clit to flick his tongue against it quickly watching you and how you seemed to crumple under him, your whole body started to shake, your legs bending as he feasted on you once again, replacing his tongue with his fingers he slapped at your thighs rubbing on your clit quickly, your body was a complete mess, you knew you were close to cumming, and it seemed he did too because he pulled back licking on his fingers and his tongue.

“You’ve cum too many times without me, can’t cum again until I’m buried inside of you.” He smiled standing up and you followed helping him shed his shirt and shorts, he didn’t have on any boxers causing you both to become flustered, he tensed up you gripped his member to stroke him slowly licking up and down his cock slowly. Namjoon moved to push you in the middle of the bed. He pressed his knees down into the bed and you helped him align himself with your entrance. Slowly you pushed your hips up to take him inside of you and he let you move until you were sinking down taking him in inch by inch. His hands crawled up your skin, gripping at your hips he let you take over for a bit, sitting back on his hind legs to let you take over, he rolled his hips forward slightly and your hands moved to press down into the sheets so that you could push your hips back down against his. He kept you like that for a bit before he picked you up and laid on his back, your hands pressed down on his chest as you started to lightly bounce your hips up and down his shaft. You mewled in pleasure rolling your head back gasping lightly as you circled your hips. You could feel Namjoon start to thrust erratically bucking his hips up and you were proud to see how his head rolled back. His head was tipped back his eyes screwed shut as part of his neck veins popped out. He was full of pleasure that you caused and you knew even in this moment you wanted to be the only one with him. He moved his thumb to brush against your clit rubbing it in circles as he tried to get you off, his name rolling from your lips as your warm walls squeezed around his shaft. He slammed you down harder with one hand, your hands moving up to scratched down his chest slowly digging your nails into his skin to make crescent marks.

“Shit, I’m going to cum.” You announced leaning over to grind down against him, your hands moving to grab at the sheets beside his head.

“Will you cum for me baby girl?” He asked in a harsh whisper leaning up to bit your jaw, he continued to slam you down against him your pussy starting to gush with water. Your hips jerked down as you nodded your head giving into him you let a cry out of his name, your pussy clenching tightly around him, the walls clamping down and locking onto his shaft, he wrapped his arms around your waist continuing to slam you down as his hips snapped up to bury himself deep inside of you. His load shot out inside of you while he cried out your name, he let his hips slow down at a steady pace as he rode out your orgasms. Kissing over your face and your body he gave a soft hum nuzzling his nose with yours.

“Fuck, yeah I don’t want to be without you.” You admitted burying your face in his neck. “If you’re ready to try so am I.” You admitted biting on his jaw and kissing his lips.

“Good then, because I want you and though I was a little mad earlier I know I don’t want to be without you.” He admitted nipping on your jaw as the music shifted to a BTS song causing you both to give quiet giggles as he held you and talked.

I’m Not a Kid: Part 2

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, dirty talk

Another part was requested by anon (anon let me know if you like it.) I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about office sex with Jungkook. Anyway, I listened to TIO by Zayn while writhing this ;) 

part one


It had been a week since you’d seen Jungkook. You’d forgotten that his father had a business trip and wanted Jungkook to come with him so he see the ropes of the family business.

They were in Australia and wouldn’t be back until Monday. You’d gone all week and weekend thinking about Jungkook. It was Sunday night and here you were again, nervous and thinking about seeing him tomorrow. You were sitting in the living room with your roommate trying to focus on a movie while eating dinner but you couldn’t.

As soon as you got home Friday night you woke her up and told her what you had done. You were still on a high from Jungkook fucking you but you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, and boy did you, at first. You couldn’t believe that you had let the your boss’s 20 year old son fuck the shit out of you in a restroom at a nightclub, but as days went by with no sign of Jungkook, no flirting, no touches, no lingering looks, no singing of your name your thoughts became consumed of him.

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Essays in Existentialism: Comic Con II

Previously on Comic Con

The halls were full. The crowds were alive and the excitement was absolutely addicting, coursing through the convention center like its own entity, sweeping through hallways and meeting rooms, infecting everyone it came in contact with, and the stars themselves were not immune.

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anonymous asked:

ur blog is goals and lol at that svt mtl for the gory horror movie XD ik requests aren't open for this but could you do like svt's ideal types? maybe one for bts too? feel free to delete this ask it goes aganist ur guidelines but like ur ships are so accurate... i ship them myself after reading ur reasoning lol (ooh is it alright if i become glasses anon?? soybean anon is already taken)

BTS’s Ideal Types

Glasses anon?? OMO HOW CUTE WELCOME TO THE MINI FAN CLUB lol no this blog is nowhere near that popular yet and of course I could; thank you for asking so politely! I was thinking about doing this a few weeks ago but decided against it after so many asks started popping in my inbox heuheu

Rap Monster: Namjoon’s ideal type, when discussing personality, would be someone who’s mentally intelligent and able to start an interesting conversation; either on worldwide affairs or facts about the last book you two have both read plenty of times. He’s all for an open-minded person, and would cherish a partner that respects his complex thought process. His partner themselves should be able to understand his random ‘facts of the day’ moments, and still love him even after the daily “oops! I broke it…” line.

When it comes to appearances, he would prefer a fiercer look, something more bold and suggestive. It’ll attract him right away, and he’d want to get to know the person better almost instantly. Heads up, Namjoon stans! If you use makeup, striking colors like red and gold would appeal to him, but lay off the excess makeup. A nude lipstick could work too as it contrasts against all those shades. As for clothing, a tank top that shows off your biceps would work just fine; being physically fit is a plus!

Rap Monster’s ideal type would be someone who’s mentally captivating, and clever on first glance. They may even have a rebellious spark in their eyes; it’ll draw him in.

Jin: Jin’s ideal type, in terms of personality, would be a mature person that understands situations quickly and frequently makes correct choices morally and when it comes down to split-second decision making. He’d love someone who can cook AND eat well, since he very much loves food himself. When it comes to dating, I see him as a pretty traditional person, but because he’s unpredictable, I think it’s safe to assume that he would venture out of the path a little to change some things around.

In a much more shallower perspective (not stating that Jin is shallow in the least), he may be drawn to girls (or boys) that have softer features or someone who appears younger than they actually are, such as singer IU or Korean actress Park Bo Young. As long as their choice of clothing and makeup is down-to-earth and nothing too extravagant, it’ll be a ‘yes, i like what i see so far’ from him.

Jin’s ideal type would be someone who’s mature, warm, and motherly; they should be able to handle themselves well in public. He would prefer softer features over sharper ones, basically someone who’s good-looking themselves.

Suga: Personality-wise, Yoongi might go for a calm and patient lover, one that’s able to handle his sassy remarks and lazy habits of his. I mentioned before in one of my mtls that to me, he seems like the most versatile out of BTS; his tastes probably changes a lot in a person. I’d love to see him with someone nearly just as sarcastic and laid-back as him; but it’s not too hard to imagine him being together with a fluffy, peace-loving unicorn either though.

If we’re going to go by appearances, Suga would probably prefer a more ‘swag’ rather than a polished/cute choice of clothing on his significant other, however, the curious eyebrow cocks up only if the certain s/o suits the ‘swag’ look. If the amount of bling-bling is blinding and way too unnecessary, it’ll decrease the chances of him asking them out and make his potential lover look like they’re trying too hard. Makeup isn’t necessary, but if you want to flaunt your good looks, go all in. Purple lipstick, blue eyeliner works perfectly; just remember not to look like you’re trying extremely hard to impress him!

Suga’s ideal type would be someone who’s laid-back and prefers to stay out of drama/gossip. He’d like it if they dressed similar to his style; ripped jeans with a checkered shirt around the waist would be smiled upon.

J-Hope: If we’re going to go by personality, he’ll go all for a smiley, funny significant other. Hoseok, in my opinion, prefers to be surrounded by positivity rather than negativity, so a pessimistic person wouldn’t exactly click with him, romantically speaking. Sure, he’s easygoing and extremely fun to be around with, and doesn’t select his friends or future lover, but a pessimistic person as his partner in life wouldn’t really be his first choice. Hoseok himself is emotional, so I think he’d do well with a caring lover that is able to comfort him effortlessly.

Regarding appearances, Hoseok would be the hardest for me to decide. I don’t think he has a specific preference of clothing or makeup; he’s just as likely to enjoy seeing his lover wearing jeans and a sweatshirt as he is when his lover’s in a tank top with dangerously short shorts. He also wouldn’t mind the body type of his significant other; Hoseok would like chubby people just as much as thin people. It wouldn’t hurt if his partner could dance though; work them moves J-Hope stans!

J-Hope’s ideal type would be someone cheery and has a positive outlook on life. He’s really open-minded, so he most likely doesn’t have a preference to how his significant other should look like.

Jimin: Jimin’s ideal type would be someone who’s extremely thoughtful and generous; someone who’s polite around adults and mostly places themselves second in most scenarios. They always have someone else on their mind when making decisions, and often is concerned about others’ emotions and physical conditions.  His ideal type wouldn’t be the ones that are easily pushed around though, they should be able to have a voice when unjust actions are committed against them, or someone else.

Appearance-wise, he might like a more subtle choice of clothing on his partner, one that he can compliment on and isn’t too extravagant or revealing. I totally see him loving a mature, sexy look on his significant other though! He’d be really aroused by it, and would give them nonstop kisses on the lips or neck.

Jimin’s ideal type would someone thoughtful and generous, who always thinks of others first before themselves. He’d enjoy seeing his partner in formal wear; whether they decide to go the ‘casual’ way or ‘sexy’ way is up to them.

V: V’s ideal type would be a person who enjoys laughing, and has a beautiful smile. He would be instantly attracted to them, as he’s a sucker for charming and sweet people. He would adore a cute and childish partner that he can frequently spoil and coo over too, and since he’s especially sweet with kids, he would want a partner who’s quite good with or loves children also.

When it comes to appearances, V might like a softer, more ‘girly’ style on his significant other on a typical basis, although he would be (pleasantly) shocked if they dressed slightly more revealing once in awhile. He’s the type that wouldn’t really mind how his partner looks like early in the morning; he’d still enjoy giving kisses to them even if they had bad morning breath and would find their disheveled hair adorable.

V’s ideal type would be someone who has a beautiful smile, and frankly, someone who loves laughing. He’s quite flexible with whatever his partner wears, cute clothing might appeal the best to him, however.

Jungkook: Jungkook’s ideal type would be someone who’s flirty but also mature. He would like being teased a little, so out of all of BTS, he may be the one who’s completely unbothered by the fact he’s dating a noona, and instead may even enjoyed being playfully pushed around because he’s younger. His partner should be patient with him; I see it being a problem relationship-wise if they’re not. Jungkook’s around the awkward transition of adolescent to adult, and he’s, frankly, still slightly impulsive. His significant other taking a few cautious steps to being understanding with him would create a stable and healthy relationship that would last a long time.

When considering looks, Jungkook has made us all aware that Korean singer IU is one of the female idols he really admires. He might prefer a taller partner, but don’t dwell on height too much! As long as the gap between his lover and him isn’t too large, it’s not difficult to imagine him leaning down to kiss the top of his lover’s forehead. Regarding the sensitive topic of makeup, Jungkook would probably choose a lighter makeup-look rather than to a heavy one, but of course, he wouldn’t stress over it much.

Jungkook’s ideal type would be someone who’s patient and playful, in addition to being mature when dealing with decisions that could affect their relationship. He would prefer a taller partner, but wouldn’t mind how they dress, unless they reveal a little too much in public (he gets jealous and possessive quickly).

This piece of work is based off my personal opinion. Feel free to disagree with it, as long as aggressiveness is kept at a minimum ^~^. Keep in mind that we, fans, have no to little idea of who BTS actually looks for in a partner so don’t get discouraged!

Crescendo

Title: Crescendo 

Fandom: Star Trek

Relationship: Bones x Reader

Prompt: (from @kaitymccoy123) ‘Okie you get the colour orange* and the prompt “I never believed in soulmates until I met you.”’

*Orange - enthusiasm, fascination, deceit, creativity, a cold popsicle on a hot day (I interpreted this one as ‘not standing a chance’), success, jumping-up-and-down-in-your-chair-excitement, shifty eyes

Warnings: vulgarities, mentions of sex, Bones made a very stupid decision, a poor hotel room got wrecked, it got a little angsty

A/N: This is for @kaitymccoy123 ‘s The Spring Has Sprung Challenge (if for some crazy reason you still aren’t following her, go follow her! you won’t regret it!)! I already knew that I wanted to write for Bones, but when got my color and prompt I whooped because how can I have that assignment and not write a Soulmate fic??????? Soulmate fic’s are my weakness!!

In this Soulmate!AU, you receive a small, black, capsule-like Pill on your eighteenth birthday. Once it’s ingested, your Mark will appear within 24 hours and it will be your primary way of finding your Soulmate. Although, it’s not the only way you can find them. Skin-on-skin contact with your SM will result in a Bond snapping into place. The Bond will allow not only a sharing of emotions, but also a sharing of thoughts. It’s next to impossible to ignore the Bond once it’s been started.

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The Woman - Request

Requested by anon:  Hello, could you do one you and Sherlock are like dating and you go to his flat and Irene Adler is there flirting with him but he picks you over her 😍😍xx thanks love

Summary: (Y/N) enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman’s perfume. She then realizes it’s Irene Adler who is willing to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1,230

Warnings: Irene’s naked so…

A/N: I can’t say that I despise Irene but I despise Irene. Writing this “battle” was so… Relaxing.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by annieanhworld

At first it was the smell of a perfume that didn’t belong to her. “Probably a client.” She had guessed until she heard the superfluous laughter of The Woman. Irene Adler, the first woman to break Sherlock’s heart. That dominatrix, clever escape artist, a bad woman.

(Y/N) walked gracefully upstairs, trying not to let her weight on the stairs for too much on the steps for it would creak and expose her. She heard her laugh over and over, speaking incomprehensible words softly, seductively at him.

“Sher… Let’s have dinner.” Her smooth voice offered. (Y/N) reached the floor and managed to have a look through the small creak the half-closed door had left.

And although it wasn’t a great view, (Y/N) could see them both. Irene was kneeling in front of Sherlock, who was occupying his usual seat. Her suave hand traced a lingering path on his thighs as her deep eyes stayed connected with his blue ones.

“No.” He replied. A sly smirk was formed on his lips. (Y/N) recognized it as a defying look; the one he gave his enemies and whoever dared to test his abilities. A cocky look that showed nothing more but dominance.

Irene let her head lay softly over one of his legs. “Please, Sher. I missed you.” She flirted, making sure to squirm slightly, trying to get dirty pictures inside his mind without him really noticing.

“I’m not available.” Sherlock replied calmly. Irene lifted her head and examined him before letting out a sassy chuckle.

“We both know that’s a lie.” She whispered seductively, “Let’s have dinner.” She insisted, both of her hands shamelessly caressing his thighs, but stopping right before she got to that one spot she desired the most.

“No.” Sherlock repeated. (Y/N) saw how fingers, tapping the sides of the arm holders of his beloved seat. He was starting to get impatient, but even so his face remained still.

“I’ll stop insisting if you give me one good reason.” She offered. (Y/N) noticed that she was only wearing a robe – Sherlock’s robe – and that she was slowly letting it slide off, teasing him.

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Reunion

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Pairing: Dash Wilder x Reader

GIF Warning: ^^^

Warnings: rough sex, car sex, thigh riding, choking, name calling, daddy kink, spanking, just rough and nasty.

Rating: Explicit af

A/N: Bitch there is no reason beyond the fact that Dash is sexy and his booty is so thicc. Also, he is just so damn pretty and I love him and more people need to love my Triple B (Big Booty Boy) more!

Tags!: @heyambrose, @thedeboniardevistation, @hiitsmecharlie, @freekmode (my fellow Dash Wilder Booty Club member!), @tjdarkings, @wwe-blog-2017, @wweshesaro, @bebbyt, @imladylunaticbitch, @wrasslesmut, @kaydee-kayyyy, @gelinas22


You and Dash Wilder weren’t an ‘item’, you two were…well fuck buddies. Both of you couldn’t ever keep your hands off each other. When you two were back in NXT, you guys made an agreement. Sex, rough, amazing sex, with no strings attached. It was so mindblowing the first time that you guys had sex, it was all night. To be clear, it was literally sunset to sunrise. There was barely a break, only two fifteen minute breaks that was just you two laying in bed and watching TV.

After then, you two would disappear after almost every PPV, finding a little room in the back of the building. Dash was a rough man that will slap your ass until it’s raw if you forgot to call him daddy. So seeing him on Raw made you rather hot and bothered.

He hadn’t told you that he was coming up and you weren’t able to see him on Saturday because you had meetings and all that stuff before wrestling in your first Wrestlemania. When you saw him, you smiled widely and went over to talk to him. He was standing with Scott over in a little hallway off to the side of the main flow of  people.

His eyes swept you up and down, hungry and needy eyes. You shuddered and his eyes locked with yours again. His lips curled into a smile, taking a step closer. Scott rolled his eyes, said congrats, and left, knowing all too well what was going to happen. Dash reached out and ran a thick finger over your new Women’s Championship belt on your shoulder. “Looks nice on you,” he said, his southern accent dripping with lust.

You smiled. Taking the belt off your shoulder, you laid it over your waist and turned around. “Button is up, please?” His fingertips danced over the bare skin of your back and he pressed himself against you. He smelled amazing, like always, and his breath fanned across your growing hot skin. With a little growl, he kissed your neck, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin.

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The Joker x Reader - “The Bucket List” part 3

Two months after breaking up with The Joker, you found out the bad news. You didn’t have a choice but to ask for his help and J didn’t even show up for the meeting. Of course he didn’t care, but now that he heard why you wanted to see him so badly, it might be too late for any amendments.

Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161143650396/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list

Part 2: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161379886591/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-2

J is sleeping with his head against your chest, completely out of it. He likes to do this lately since a lot of times he can’t really tell if you’re still breathing or not. Even if your blood pressure gets really low, he can at least hear your heartbeat and knows you’re alive.

Suddenly, he yanks at your waist so hard it wakes you up and you start coughing in a frenzy, startled.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, trying to calm down and J gasps for air, opening his eyes to look at you.

“I dreamed that you died,” he snuggles to your body even more, panting.

“It was a nightmare; I’m here,” you kiss his forehead and manage to stop coughing. You peek at the clock: only 6am. “We should sleep in, it’s very early.”

The Joker just growls and rubs his eyes, uneasy for a few more moments.

“I’m gonna miss you…” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m not going anywhere, Pumpkin,” he yawns, exhausted.

But  I am…” you sadly smile and he frowns, watching you attempt to get comfortable in his arms.

“NO!” J utters, covering your mouth. “You’re staying with me, OK?”

You don’t reply and he lets go. You feel the need to get it all out before it’s too late:

“I really wanted a baby…with your eyes and my hair. Remember how pretty my hair used to be?”

He doesn’t know what to say and you continue:

“I know you wanted a boy, I’m sorry I can’t have children in the state I’m in…” and you take a deep breath, struggling not to cry.

“Don’t worry about it, Princess, I don’t care,” he grumbles and you peck his lips, getting more and more upset:
“I don’t want to die…” you finally bring it up for the first time ever and bite on your tongue really hard so you won’t start sobbing.

“Jesus, kid, I won’t let you die, OK?!” J strives to comfort you and squeezes you in his arms harder.

“Do you think I’ll make it to my 37th birthday?” you whimper, worried about the gloomy future.

“For God’s sake, of course you will! And then you’ll make it to another one, and another one, and another one… I promise!” he lifts your chin up so you can look at him.

“Really?” you gulp, staring in his blue eyes.

“Yes, I promise!” he insists and you bury your face in his neck, wanting to point out the truth:

“You’re such a shitty liar…” and you sniffle, quietly crying on his skin.

J would like to say more, but decides it’s better to change the subject since he feels flustered himself.

“Did you just wipe your nose on my shoulder?!”

“M-maybe…” you stammer, snorting.

“That’s just gross, Doll. I put up with a lot of stuff, but I have to draw a line here, alright?” he elbows you and you retreat to your pillow so you can see him better.

“You should let your hair grow,” you suggest, stroking his shaved head, actually wanting to talk about something else too.
“I don’t want to!” he huffs, tracing your jawline with his fingers.
“I miss your green hair, you know that?” you admit, playing with his diamond earring.

“Meh, I don’t,” he grumbles, stubborn as always.

“You think I should wear wigs?” you crinkle your nose, not excited at your own proposal.

“Nahhh, I like you bald, I got used to it. This way we match, hm?”

“That’s good,” you sigh, relieved,” because I don’t want to wear wigs. If it’s not my hair, I don’t want it.”

“Wise decision, Pumpkin. I mean, you look decent enough, especially with makeup on. I have high standards and I had to lower them for you. The sacrifices I make…I’m so selfless and altruistic, a true gentleman and an exemplary boyfriend.”

You watch him with your mouth open, intrigued. You don’t even notice you’re not crying anymore.

“What?!”

“You heard me, you naughty minx. You’re suuuuch a lucky woman,” he eagerly mentions. “Do you know how many girls are waiting in line to get a piece of this?” J scoffs with an attitude.

You turn around towards the glass sliding door, glaring outside at the deserted back yard, not even a bird this early in the morning.

“Wow, so many women willing to take on The Clown Prince of Crime,” you pretend to be surprised. “We do have a huge line on the patio. Which one do you want?”

He snickers and you giggle, finally amused.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he shifts you towards him again, locking his arms around your neck.“Let’s sleep in so zip it. Oh, and for the record: this was the worst pillow talk we ever had!”

You indifferently blink, liking the idea of having a lazy morning:

“It wasn’t that bad…What worries me though is all those women waiting to get you; we should give them numbers, I don’t want them to fight about who goes first,” you kiss him and he purrs, annoyed.

“I am a very wanted man!”

“Yeah, by the cops and Batsy…” you mutter and J smirks, victorious:

“Still counts!!”

“If you say so…”

After 10 minutes

“J…?”

“Hm?”

“After I die, can you please get a girlfriend that’s not as pretty as me?” you beg, anguished.

“Shush!” and he slaps your butt; The Joker absolutely hates it when you bring this up.

“At least you’ll be able to have children…” you ignore his warning, sensing another wave of hurtful feelings washing all over you.

“Cut it out, Y/N!”

“I…I hope your kids are ugly!!!!” you have an outburst while he rolls his eyes, irritated. But he knows you’re depressed and he knows the reason why: yesterday, your blood tests came back bad (again) and the weekly doctor visit didn’t go to too well either. All after you tried 3 new drugs that supposedly worked OK in the experimental phase but didn’t do anything for you and it’s discouraging.

****************

After waking up, you are both hanging out in the kitchen. You are looking at the breakfast food that Frost dropped off, not wanting to eat one single item; you’re already nauseated. A bunch of your favorites and it almost makes you gag. You study the lab results, sulking, wishing for once there was some kind of improvement.

“Eat something, Pumpkin,” J urges you, taking a bite out of a fresh bagel.

“I’m not hungry,” you sigh, reading without seeing anything but demoralizing news.

“You have to eat, that’s why you’re so skinny,” he gives you a cup of coffee and you take a sip to please him.

“I’m not skinny because I’m not eating and you know it…” you speak in a low voice, licking your lips. He decides not to reply. “J…?”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t mean it when I said I want your kids to be ugly…”

“Drop it, Kitten!” he pouts, moving some strawberries on a small plate.

“But…how can they be cute if I’m not their mom?…” you swallow your tears and take deep breaths, trying to cool down.

“I said drop it!” J barks and you gaze at the yummy goodies he put together for you, nibbling on a muffin, this way he won’t complain you’re not eating. He watches how much you struggle to pretend you’re alright after he cut you off and doesn’t like it.

“Did it hurt, Princess?” The Joker winks, getting your attention.

“Huh?”

“Did it hurt?”
“What baby?” you inquire, confused.

“When that portal from hell opened and you spawned through it right into my life,” he grins, very confident in his seduction technique.

Your eyes get big and you chuckle, then actually start laughing, entertained.

“You have the worst pickup lines, but I actually like this one! Do you have more?” you suggest he keeps going, placing your elbows on the counter and checking him out in those gray sweatpants that keep on sliding down every time he moves. J never bothers to tighten the string.

“Excuse you, Doll,” he huffs, “if my pickup lines are horrible, then why are you blushing?!”

“I’m not blushing, I have hot flashes from my pills,” you defend you rosy cheeks, flattered.

“Nonsense! You’re all worked up about it, don’t lie!”

You hop on the counter and crawl on his side, eager to touch your boyfriend. He drags you in front of him and you sit up there while holding his hands, curious to hear what’s next:

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” he roars and you bounce your legs, excited.

“Hehehehe,” you giggle on his chest and he tries not to laugh.

“Is there a mirror in your pants, Doll? Cause I can see myself in them,” he pulls on your bottom lip and you bite his finger, feeling your cheeks getting warmer.

“It’s the hot flashes,” you try to defend yourself and he is not buying it.

“Don’t think so!” he tugs on your tank top, preparing his lethal weapon: “Princess, you turn my software into hardware.”

You snort so loud it echoes all over the place.

“Oh my God, this is terrible!” you shake your head, though fascinated at how bad it sounded.

“No, for reals, you do!” J hums in your ear and you look down at his crotch.

“A-ha, I can tell!”

“You’re such a perv, Pumpkin; my eyes are up here,” the cocky answer comes without hesitation. You kiss his Jester tattoo and walk your fingers down his abs, anxious to do something about this new spin on your morning. The anti-nausea meds you took are starting to work so might as well take advantage; who knows how many times you’ll be able to sleep with him before…

The Joker gets you out of your daze:

“Wow, Y/N, you seem so desperate to get me naked; don’t you have any pride left?!”

“Not really,” you brazenly admit and moan when you feel his hands all over you.

“You’re a good kisser, kid,” J parts from your lips and takes off your tank top, tossing it on the chair.

“For sure,” you approve, sliding back more so he can get on the counter too. He starts kissing his way down your waist and you scream.

“You’re starting early, I like it…Daddy’s  gonna make you…”

You scream louder:

“Spider!!!”

“Huh?!”

“Spider!!!!!” you point behind him and he turns his head to look: there is indeed a little creature crossing the wall on top of the sink. “Do something, baby, I hate spiders!!!” you shiver under him, getting goosebumps.

“For God’s sake, woman, I’m trying to have sex here!” he mutters, aggravated at the interruption.

“I hate spiders! Please kill it!!!!” you implore, digging your nails in his back.

“All the stuff you use to do before you got sick and you’re still afraid of spiders?!” J gets off the counter and you cling to him, stiff as a board:

“I detest these insects; so nasty, ewwww. Please kill it!” you beg once more, choking the life out of him. He grabs a tissue from the box, heading over to grant your wish while your legs are squeezing his waist with a strength he didn’t think you have left in you; both your arms are wrapped around his neck super tight - you definitely are tense and disgusted.

The Joker smooshes the culprit and now it’s resting in peace in the trashcan where it belongs.

“Happy now?” he grins, heading back towards the counter.

“Thank you, baby, I really can’t stand those beasts! You really are my knight in shining armor.”

“Told ya’!” he puffs, full of himself. “Any more crap I have to kill before we get down to business?”

“No, I think we’re good now,” your body finally relaxes when you are placed back on the countertop and he can finally breathe normal again.

“You still have a mean grip, you know that? You certainly have your skills Doll,” J praises you, actually surprised on how powerful your clasp was.

“Of course I still have them, just didn’t use them in forever. I’m not completely useless, OK?” you smack your lips and he is fast to push you on your back, smirking.

“Less talk and more action, Princess! The only word I wanna hear you scream is my name, understood?”

“Spider!!!!” you shout, teasing, and then surrender under his weight.

“Ha! Funny!” he growls, yearning to have you once more.

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When the night comes, you can’t sleep at all. You keep on tossing and turning, somber thoughts flooding your mind. You decide to go in the backyard and walk it off because you don’t want to keep J up with your restlessness. He isn’t actually sleeping, just pretends and watches as you march out there in your sheer white nightgown, deep in meditation. Just like a ghost, he catches himself thinking and his heart aches but doesn’t want to pay attention to the feeling.

Your frail shape stops in the front of the roses you love so much and you drop in the grass, not feeling the chill, staring at everything without seeing. The Joker sneaks outside, aware you are probably freezing and drags you back in, while you silently follow his steps.

Once you’re in bed under the covers, he’s trying to get you warm and for the first time he’s not telling you to shut up when you speak up about things you really want to get off your chest. All your dying wishes, the most personal and intimate emotions meant only for his ears are whispered in a soft, low voice. You keep on going, relived you got such a heavy burden off your shoulders.

“I left you everything. After I die, all the funds from my estate will go into that account that belongs to the mysterious Jack Green we both know,” you caress his face and he grinds his teeth in denial.

“I don’t want your money…”

You disregard the words.

“It will come from Mrs. Emily Green, you know how much I always loved this identity. So when you see the wire transfer with that name, it will be from me. I already made the arrangements, I’m not changing my will; it’s signed. I can’t take the money with me, might as well give it to someone I care about. Keep this house and use it, yes? I really love it, nobody will bother you here, it’s a very good hideout. And try not to get yourself killed, ok? You’re so impulsive…”

“You’re more impulsive than me!” J sneers because for the first time in his life he’s at a lack of words.

“Used to be. I didn’t do anything crazy in so long it actually makes me the mellow one. Go figure!” you joke, not even sad for the moment being. It’s just so natural to let it all out.

“I really don’t want your money nor the house…I’m not gonna let you die, so there’s no need for any of this, Doll,” your boyfriend studies your reactions, intrigued.

“That’s nice… it almost sounds like you love me or something,” you tease, cozy on the fluffy pillows.

“I doubt it,” he furrows his invisible eyebrows, uneasy.

“Tell you what, baby: after I die, if you miss me so much it hurts it means that you loved me; if not, you should be fine,” the simple explanation is fast to follow and the abrupt reply makes you whimper:

“It already hurts…”

“Well,” you manage to stay strong and not burst into tears,” now that we both found out the answer to this crucial problem, I think we can rest, hm?”

“I’m so tired…” is the only thing he says before electing to inform you: “I have a meeting with him again tomorrow night.”

“NO!!!” you jump up, shaking J to show your disapproval. “NO!! Don’t go!! Stop meeting him! Stop going! It will be an ambush or something, you’ll get captured and locked away and I will die alone! …I-I can’t die alone!!!” you scream, alarmed.

“We are meeting on neutral ground, he won’t try anything. Never did before. And Princess, I’ve set forces in motion you can’t even imagine,” he tries to calm you down while you shake with anxiety. ”I know he might have something for you that I can’t get my hands on. This time, he’s the one that requested the meeting so I think he’s going to use that as leverage to negotiate some kind of terms about his precious Gotham and all the poor souls he has the audacity to believe he protects.”

“No, no way! He’s bluffing, he has nothing for me! Don’t go! Please! He just wants to catch you and take you away and I… just can’t die alone…” you nervously bite on your nails, hopelessly trying to make him change his mind.

“Kitten, you know I don’t leave anything to chance. I’m going and you can’t stop me!!”

“No, please don’t go!” you keep on imploring, scared for this new plan he seems very decided to carry on. “What if it’s a trap? I can’t afford to lose you, I can’t…I just can’t die alone…please?”

“There’s no trap, and even if it were, I’m prepared. Don’t worry, I got it all covered. When do I ever put myself in danger for no reason?”

“Like…all the time!” you gulp, scratching your arm in denial. “Don’t go…”

J signals you to place your head on his chest and you comply, being so worked up you’re wheezing; it’s so difficult to breathe and this doesn’t help.

“Don’t stress out, Pumpkin…I won’t let you die!” The Joker reinforces his declaration, wishing you would unwind and go back to sleep.

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He’s been gone all morning and you have no idea where he went; no answer to your texts or calls, probably getting ready for tonight. You hear the sliding glass door and turn towards the patio, guessing it’s him. You take a few steps and freeze, confused: he walks inside holding a girl’s hand. She is very pretty, well dressed and seems nervous.

“Who is this?!” you narrow your eyes, baffled.

“This Doll, is my future girlfriend. After you die, she’ll take your place. Wanna look around, honey?” he winks at the girl and you resentfully gasp. “All this will be yours after Y/N is gone from the picture. Lovely home, you’ll enjoy it,” he gropes her and you crack your neck, walking towards them with a menacing demeanor.

“Get her out of my fucking house!!” you mutter through your clenched teeth, grinding your jaw so hard it’s painful.

She tries to escape J’s hold but he keeps her near:

“Don’t move!” he commands, pissed when she whines:

“Mister J, I don’t want to be here…Please let me go…”

You are getting closer.

“Get out or I’ll break your neck! I might be weak but I can still do it! GET OUT!!!” you shout at the woman and J tightens his grip on her.

“Don’t move!” he warns and as she struggles to escape. “My current girl here,” the Prince of Crime nods his head towards you,” has it ALL figured out for me: she plans to die and I’m supposed to get a new girlfriend, have kids and leave happily ever after. I’ll even inherit her fortune, which is substantial, I assure you,” he turns his icy glaze towards you and you almost can’t hear: your heart is beating so fast and loud it’s deafening.

“Get out or I swear I’m going to kill you!!!” your voice alerts in such a threatening way she finally uses all her strength to yank her hand away from his and backs out, taking advantage of the fact that you stopped in front of J as the perfect moment to escape the house.

“What the hell are you doing???” you yell at him on a verge of a nervous breakdown; this is the last thing that you need.

He smiles in such an eerie way and has the nerve to pretend it’s the most normal question when it comes out of his mouth:

“Are you jealous?”

“Wha’……????” you are taken aback, not understanding what’s going on. “What is the meaning of all this ??”

“ARE. YOU. JEALOUS?” J pronounces each word in a strange manner and you can tell he’s mad. And so are you.

“Yes, I’m jealous!” you blur out, wanting to slap him so badly. “What games are you playing??!! What’s wrong with you?!”

“You know why you’re jealous?” he continues, disregarding your justified tirade.

“???!!”

What’s going on? you think, completely out of it.

“Let me enlighten you, Princess,” he grumbles, annoyed. “You are jealous because you’re still alive, do you even understand what it means anymore? Stop making plans for me, stop talking about dying and give me a break! I’m sick of listening to all of it! You’re still here!” and him charging at you and kissing you passionately like he didn’t see you in years takes you by surprise. You respond to the kiss, unable to hear your own thoughts or react in any other way.

“Did you feel that?” he breaths on your lips and you moan a faint yes. “Great! It means that you’re alive!” he pushes you away, annoyed and heads over to exit the backyard, not before kicking a few bottles with your meds on the floor.

“Who’s that girl?” you raise your voice and he is already out, barely bothering to satisfy your curiosity:

“How the hell should I know?! Just a dancer at the club!”

You have no clue about what got into him, but you stood there petrified for a good 30 minutes.

*******************

11:30pm- neutral ground located behind the abandoned highway 205

“Finally! You’re 6 minutes late!” J jumps off the hood of his purple Lamborghini when he notices Batman emerging from the shadows. “Do you have it?” he stretches, pretending to be indifferent but in fact very alert.

“I do,” the distorted voice lets him know as his nemesis stops at a safe distance, only a few feet away.

“Does it work?” The Joker wants to know right away.

“It does. And I’m the only one that has access to it. Experiments showed amazing results, not certain if it will ever reach the medical market. If it does, it will be at least 5 more years,” Bruce Wayne explains as fast as he can.

“My girl doesn’t have 5 years!” he barks, straitening his back. “I assume you wanted to meet because you want to bargain? What do you want in exchange?”

His silver teeth glisten under the flickering neon light, the shaved head giving him even a more psychotic aura.

“Every month you stay put and don’t cause trouble, you get a month worth of the medication. Plain and simple,” Batman replies.

A vague cackle, then a louder laugher followed by full blown temperamental outpouring of lunacy:

“Awww, such a good deal!” The Joker claps his hands, faking his happiness. “But I have even a better proposal !” his blue eyes get big with anticipation. “I’ve been reeeeeally busy in the last 2 months; let’s say Gotham may or may not be under an imminent attack. Certain people may or may not have placed explosives all over the place: residential homes, bridges, schools, hospitals, anything you can think of. You will never be able to find all of them!! Something happens and I don’t get the med, it all goes to shit ! Would you prefer your precious city goes down in the same time or piece by piece?” he snickers with an evil grimace.

“Don’t push it !” Bruce Wayne snaps, tossing a vial containing your much needed remedy towards his adversary and J catches it mid air, placing it in his pocket.

“Don’t make me!!!” he growls, retreating back into his car and driving away into the night while The Batman debates if The King of Gotham is bluffing or not. Knowing him, probably not.

******************

“Go tell your mom she’s needed for important paperwork in the master bedroom after you fall asleep tonight, OK?” J urges his 4 year old son to go outside in the garden where you sit on a blanket under the tree, reading.

Kaden runs over, stumbling with anticipation, eager to give you the news:

“Moooommm!!!!” he screams up a storm and lands in your lap, excited: “Dad said you have paperwork tonight!”

You and The Joker love to use him as a messenger; he’s absolutely adorable and even if the poor kid doesn’t remember everything he’s supposed to say when he runs from one parent to the other, it’s still awesome and it makes your day.

“Go tell Daddy that’s fine,” you smile, kissing his cheek and he gets up, rushing inside to communicate the update:

“Daaaaddd!!!!!” he almost staggers and falls on the carpet, “Mommy said OK!!!”

“Goody!! Hey, com’ere!” J signals him and Kaden giggles, jumping up and down until he gets picked up and sat on the table. “Now go ask your mom if she wants another baby, don’t let me down, alright?” The Joker puckers his lips, winking at the little boy. He reaches for the nearby drawer, takes out a piece of paper and scribbles on it, then hands it over to his son. “Give her this too, ok? Us, guys, have to help each other, hm?”

“Yes, dad!” the little boy passes his fingers through his father’s green hair, enthusiastic he has such an important task. 

Once he is put back on the ground, Kaden races over to you:

“Daddy wanted to know if you want another baby,” he sniffles, covering his mouth with his small hands.

You roll your eyes and look down at your 4 month pregnant bump, mumbling:

“Soooo funny… Anyway, mommy’s too old so after your brother is born, that’s it.”

Your son snickers and pulls on your hair that now reaches down to your shoulders, making you pay attention to the paper he’s giving you.

“From daddy,” he explains and you take it, unfolding the note. You gasp when you realize it’s your old Bucket List, now having a “check mark” symbol by “- a family” wish. You take a deep breath, looking towards the house to see if J is in sight but you don’t notice him. You get teary and fold back the paper, hiding it between the pages of your book. The Joker is actually behind the curtain, sipping on his whiskey, savoring your reaction.

“Go tell daddy I already have 3 kids, so we’re good,” you whisper in Kaden’s ear and he darts inside, yelling:

“Daaaaad, she said she already has 3 kids!!!”

“What??!! 3 kids?!” he frowns, aggravated. “That’s rude! Tell her she’s rude!” The messenger runs for it.

“Daddy said you’re rude,” the little one pants, snorting when you start laughing.

“Whatever,” you make him sit down, struggling to keep him still in your lap so you can apply the purple hair mascara on a few strands of his hair. J goes crazy for it so you try to do it daily since it’s being washed at night. “Go show your dad how cute you are! And tell him he’s my favorite poison. Give me a kiss before you go!”

“Muahhh,” he pecks your lips and flees. After a few moments J shouts:

“Hey Doll, is that a pickup line?!”

“Yeesss!!!!” you yell back so he can hear you.

“That’s a good one!”

“I know!!!!!”

You read for 5 more minutes when they both come out: Kaden is holding a bottle of water and you know what it means: time to take your med.

“Here Princess,” The Joker opens the vial, giving you one tablet. “It’s that magical time of the day.”

You swallow the pill and he crawls on the blanket, resting his head on your tummy. Your son is playing around with his toys, preoccupied with a butterfly that landed on his bike.

“I thought the magical time of the day is going to be tonight when we have to fill out all that tedious paperwork in the master bedroom,” you elbow him and he purrs.

“Certainly; so much paperwork, that’s why I need your help,” he softly bites your wrist and you pinch his arm. “Hey, Y/N, besides being sexy and pregnant, what do you do for a living?” he turns on his side, facing you. “Wow, are you blushing?!”

“No way, hot flushes from my treatment,” the defensive answer comes.

“Lies, lies, lies,” J bickers, kissing the bump.

“You have the worse pickup lines,” you shake your head, teasing him.

“Got you pregnant twice, didn’t I ? So if you have a complaint, you should file one tonight with the rest of the paperwork,” the smug reply follows.

You stare at each other for a few seconds before smiling:

“Shut up, J,” you kick him with your knee and go back to reading while he closes his eyes, relaxing in the shadow.

Definitely her knight in shining armor, The Joker thinks before snoozing. No other losers in line for the job…which…makes me the loser, I suppose. Oh, well, could be worse, he reckons, snuggling by you even more.


Also read: MASTERLIST

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Unknown King - Part VI

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: I definitely went overboard on this one, it’s really long! Sugar daddy bucky is about to emerge. If you want to be tagged just ask! I will most likely say yes

Word count: 3k +

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Masterlist

Originally posted by flyngdream

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Your eyelids opened. The rays poured in from the open curtains. You grabbed a handful of your hair as you scratched your head. In the morning light, you were able to finally see the details in the room. A small chandelier hung above. There was a very comfortable looking sofa at the corner of the room with a coffee table in front of it. A grand balcony complete with a lounge chair. You stared in awe over the horizon. The houses across the lake at East Egg were mere specks but already looked grand.

You got off the bed and went into the adjoined bathroom. It was as big as your room in the cottage. The white marble floor gave the place a hue of brightness. The white bathtub sat on an elevated platform. The steam shower had glass walls and you just couldn’t wait to indulge in a hot shower. After some difficulty in trying to figure out how to turn on the water, you were successful and the warm water now drained down. You stripped yourself of your clothes and sighed in relief at the feeling of warm water.

There were towels that were neatly folded on a small shelf. You grabbed two and wrapped them around your hair and body. Without a second thought, you walked back into the room and nearly screamed when you saw a maid making the bed.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” She smiled and continued.

Your cheeks burned and you quickly went to your luggage to grab some undergarments. The maid tucked a stray of blonde hair behind her ear before turning to you.

“Would you like me to unpack for you?” She asked.

You shook your head, “Oh, no. No thank you.”

She smiled and nodded, “Understood. Well, I’ll leave you be.” She went into the bathroom and retrieved your dirty clothes. “I’ll take these down to the laundry and Mister Barnes is waiting for you downstairs whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” You said, no quite sure what to do in situations like these. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know,” She paused. “Mister Barnes talks a lot about you. I’m Shea.”

Before you said anything else she scampered out of the room. You sighed in relief. Then you remembered that Bucky was waiting for you and quickly began to get dressed. Not wanting to waste a minute.


Bucky was at the stove, flipping an omelet with a spatula. He was dressed very lazily in a pair of sweats and black shirt. His hair was not slicked back and his locks now curtained off his face.

He looked at you and smiled, “Morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Buck,” You went to wash your hands. “Need any help?”

He shook his head, “I think I’m fine. I’m almost done.”

You stood around for a second before grabbing two cups of glass. You filled one with water and awkwardly drank, trying to avoid small talk. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

“I didn’t know you cooked.” You said truthfully.

He laughed, “I had some spare time and took some lessons with Renaldo and Anthony. Didn’t hurt and I have expanded my cooking skills.”

You smiled, “Impressive.”

He set a plate with an omelet in front of you. He handed you a fork and you thanked him. You waited until he sat across from you to begin eating. The food was delicious and left you wanting more.

After breakfast, Bucky left claiming he had business to attend to. You spent the day unpacking and exploring parts of the house you did not see. Mainly, you just didn’t want to keep getting lost in the maze of halls and bedrooms. You came across several locked doors and rooms that were nearly empty. The room in which you first met Bucky was, in fact, his study. There was a window that had a view of the courtyard, where the parties took place. You wondered why he would simply watch his parties. What was the point? What prevented him from going downstairs and get roaring drunk?

You found yourself in the courtyard, gazing up at the window you were looking out of just minutes ago. You stood on the small platform in the middle of the pool. The staircase loomed over you as you crouched down to dip your fingers in the water. You walked towards the main pool. The large circular body of water that was crystal clear and bright blue at the same time. The floor of the pool had a custom design. A circle with the initials JB. James Barnes. You took your sandals off and sat on the edge. You let your feet dangle off the edge and into the warm water. You had a view of the lake and East Egg from where you sat.

How could Bucky live here all alone? You asked yourself. A house so big with only a few people that he pays to be here. Is that the reason for these parties? To keep the house full even if it’s for a few hours and one day a week. To let people enjoy the riches he has earned when he can’t because he has no time? You bit down on your lip in thought. You felt a headache beginning to blossom. The sun overhead was beating down on you and you had the urge to take a swim. But you didn’t feel comfortable.

“Would you like a towel Miss Y/N?”

You turned to see Ace holding a white towel in his hand. You took it and thanked him. You lay the towel on your lap and continued to gaze off into the distance.

“Ace?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked.

“How long have you been working for Bucky?”

“About 3 years, Miss, why?”

You shrugged, “Is he ever in any danger?”

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that question,” He said.

You pulled your lips in a thin line. “But,” You paused. “He’s a good person, right?”

“He is a good man,” Ace nodded. “He would never hurt you if that’s what you want to know. He finds your presence quite calming. I do believe your evening will be wonderful.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Ace.”


“I really appreciate you doing this Shea,” You smiled and felt the soft fabric of the robe she gave you. She had insisted you take a bath. She poured various scented products into the water and also smeared on a face mask. Your skin now felt clean and smooth.

She nodded, “It’s what I am here for. Mister Barnes doesn’t always have dates. It’s quite rare so I’m glad he’s found someone as beautiful as you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Shea”

“Now let’s get you ready!” She exclaimed.

Bucky had returned a few minutes ago. You hadn’t seen him since the morning because you were far too busy sitting in neck deep bubbly water.

Shea made you sit on a chair in front of the vanity. She began to work on your hair and as she did, she went on and on.

“The last girl that I remember he was seeing was a girl named Carmen. That was two years ago and it ended badly. She was cheating on him,” Shea said. “She lost it all and let Mister Barnes heartbroken.”

You weren’t sure how to feel about this new information. It had been 2 years since his last relationship. 2 years until you crashed into his life. You had mix emotions. After Shea finished curling your hair, she began on makeup.

“Oh, you don’t need much,” She stated. “Just some mascara, some glow and a touch of lipstick.” Shea paused. “You are gonna wear the dress he got you right?”

You looked at her, a bit surprised that she knew about that. You nodded to answer her question.

“That dress is gorgeous, I know because I helped pick it out,” She winked. “You’ll look so good in it.”

You had ten more minutes to get ready. With Shea’s help, you got out of the robe and into the gown. It was the first time you wore it and to say the least, it looked absolutely stunning. The top hugged your body perfectly and the skirt flowed around your legs. Shea handed you your black heels and nodded.

“You look beautiful.”

You smile, “Thank you, Shea, I really couldn’t have gotten here without you. My hair looks amazing.”

She grinned, “I will leave you now. I’ll tell Mister Barnes you’re ready now.”

You nodded and she slipped out of the room. You sat on the edge of the bed and composed yourself. You wish you had someone to call, but your only friend was the one that was taking you on the date. You went into the bathroom and made sure you didn’t have anything between your teeth. After spraying yourself with perfume, you nodded at yourself and went towards the door.

You opened it and made your way towards the stairs. Bucky stood at the foot of the stairs, he saw you and smiled. He was dressed in an all black suit and he looked very handsome. He extended his hand and you took it as you reached the bottom.

“You look beautiful Y/N,” He said.

“So do you,” You mentally slapped yourself as you registered what you just said. “Fuck, I mean you look handsome.”

He smiled at your stuttering state, “Come on, not a moment to lose cause I have a fun night planned.”

He led you out of the house where a sleek black Lamborghini was already waiting in the driveway. The butler got out and Bucky thanked him. He opened the door for you and you got in. This was possibly one of the most expensive cars you’ve ever been in. Bucky got into the driver’s seat and sped away from the house. The gates were already open and he raced through.

“So what do you have in store for me, Bucky?” You asked.

“A night full of wonder,” He said. “You look very beautiful by the way, I know I already said that but I wanted to say it again.”

You blushed, “Thank you.”

“Y/N,” He said. “What’s your opinion on me? I don’t want to make it sound like it’s all about me but I know that there are bizarre rumors going around. I just don’t want you to think that I am someone who cannot be trusted.”

“I hardly know you,” You started. “But I do trust you.”

He looked at you and your eyes connected momentarily before he turned his attention back onto the road. The drive over the bridge was quiet. You fiddled with your fingers, wondering if you said something wrong.  You gazed at the city. Every building was illuminated with its glimmering light that came to life every time the sun fell across the horizon. Bucky raced down the busy streets of New York, he weaved in and out of the lanes, receiving various angry honks from drivers. He flew by patrol cars, but the officers did not chase after the car. Just how powerful was Bucky?

James stopped the car in front of a towering hotel. He got out and hurried to your side to open the door. You smiled and took his hand.

“Good evening, sir,” A young man approached you.

Bucky tossed him the keys to the car. “I don’t want to see a scratch, you hear?”

“Of course, sir,” He bowed his head and got into the car.

You hooked your hand through his arm as he led you into the hotel lobby. Your eyes nearly bugged out when they fell upon the giant crystal ball. Men and women of all shapes, color, and age were scattered throughout the lobby. Some carried bags that had prestigious logos such as Chanel, Gucci and other’s you only saw in magazines. Bucky gave you no time to register your surrounding, he was already pulling you in another direction.

“What are we doing here?” You asked.

“This place has an amazing restaurant,” He explained.

“Oh, I thought you booked a room, I was so confused for a minute,” You admitted.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Unless you want to of course.”

Your cheeks burned bright red, but before you could say anything else, you arrived at the hotel’s restaurant. The hostess smiled at us.

“Hello,” She greeted. “Name?”

“Barnes,” Bucky said. “I reserved the entire rooftop patio.”

The hostess looked at the computer and nodded, “Ah, here you are. Barnes and a guest.” She looked at you and smiled. “Your gown is lovely.”

“Thank you,” You beamed.

“Follow me,” She rounded the desk and you squeezed Bucky’s arm as followed the hostess. She stopped in front of an elevator, the doors opened and she motioned for you to step inside. She pressed a button on the number pad and turned to us, “The waiter that will be assisting you for the evening is already waiting. Enjoy your night.”

The doors closed and the elevator began moving up. You took a deep breath and chewed on your lip as you waited.

“Did you really rent out the entire patio?” You asked.

He nodded, “How could I not?”

The evlevator dinged and the doors slid open. Your mouth fell agape when you saw the patio. It was completely empty except for the single table that sat in the middle. A red carpet was extended from the entrance of the elevator to the table. Fairy lights decorated the short walls. The roof opened up to the night sky. The lit up skyscrapers towered over the patio. You were left breathless. A light wind began to pick up, but Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back and a sudden jolt of heat raced through your body.

“Wow.” Was all you could manage.

“Do you like it?” He whispered in your ear.

You turned to him and tilted your head up to meet his eyes, “I love it.”

Bucky pulled out the chair for you before you sat down. His eyes were locked with yours as he planted himself on the chair across you. The waiter approached the table. Two menus were in his hand.

“Good evening,” he began. “Welcome to Belassio, my name is Carson, I will be helping you this evening,  what can I get started for you today?”

“A bottle of your finest wine,” He said without breaking his gaze from you.

“Of course, sir,” Carson nodded and strolled off towards the elevator.

You admired the view around you. No doubt people who were in those tall buildings could see what was happening, but you didn’t care. Bucky cleared his throat, you turned to him.

“Y/N, I’m afraid I haven’t been honest with you,” he said.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your heart crawling in your throat.

He sighed, “I know a lot about you, but you hardly know anything about me. For starters, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, I was raised middle to lower class in Brooklyn. Steve Rogers is my close childhood friend. My father died when I was young and before she died, I’m happy to say that I bought my mother a beautiful house that she always dreamed of. She was able to live like the queen she was always meant to be.” He paused. “I started the business that I am in at the age of 19. Tony Stark, he helped me and shaped me into the man I am today. The line of work that I am in, it isn’t something that’s popular. I hit my climax moment 4 years ago, the money began rolling and I felt like a king.  I bought the house I am currently living in and immediately felt the bad vibes coming from East Eggers.”

Carson came back and poured the wine into two glasses. Bucky let you order your food first, though you weren’t sure about any of the dishes. Instead, Bucky ordered two chefs specials. Carson jotted it down on his notepad and went back down the elevator.

“Is that why you asked me about those rumors?” You asked.

He nodded, “I don’t want you to have the wrong impression of me. We’ve known each other for a few months but I want to tell you the truth so that you could hear it from me and not some ridiculous story told by some gossiping whim.” He paused. “Y/N, doll, I really like you. You’re this gorgeous, kind hearted person who is selfless and you’re just….perfect.”

He stood up and kneeled in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, “I want you in my life, Y/N, I do. I will make sure nothing happens to you. I just need you to want to be in my life. That’s terrible wording, but I think you get the point. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

You were left shocked, you didn’t know what to say next. Bucky was in a sketchy ass business that only seemed to be real in movies. Was he a drug lord? Maybe. Mafia don? Possibly. He was in a line of business that could most likely get him killed. And you strangely knew that nothing would ever happen to you and hopefully him too. He continued to stare with hope clinging onto his eyes. You were speechless but your mind was going a mile a minute. He abruptly stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Okay,” You said quietly. “I trust you, Buck.”

He turned, shock crossed his face but it quickly broke out into a smile. You expected him to do something else but instead, he sat back down on his chair. Your shoulders slumped, disappointed that he didn’t use this golden moment.

“What the hell am I doing?” he asked and suddenly stood up before capturing your lips in his. You held your breath during the breathtaking moment. Fireworks seemed to go off in the background as heat raced through your body. Your face began to grow warm. He pulled away shortly after and you smiled.

“I’m so glad you did that,” You whispered.

“Trust me, doll,” She said. “So am I.”

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written also with @spacetaemin, @5hineesback, @choitaemins and @sabakunocasali  (and probably many others)

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Sitting next to Taemin was his best-friend-but-also-pseudo-mother, Kim Kibum, better known as “Key Umma.”

“I did it I got a homerun!!!” Choi Minho, the coolest jock in school, yelled as he ran on the track. He locked eyes w/ his super beautiful girlfriend, Yuri. She was so hot and he wsa really heterosexual and straight. Nothing would ever change that!!!!

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Be Happy

A/N: I am sorry that I haven’t posted a fic in over a week. I am trying to get one or more out every week its just really hard you know? So thanks for this request. I actually really liked writing this. Please comment and let me know what you think because I am playing with POVs.

Title: Be Happy

Rating: Teen

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1529

 Editor:  @hercreationgalaxy


1995

“Thomas come on, we are going to be late!” Y/N screamed as she jogged down the block with Jefferson hot on her heels.

“Slow down! I don’t want to show up to the bus stop alone.” Thomas wailed. Y/N slowed down just enough to grab Thomas’s hand and tug him forward with her. Her pig tails bounced as her Maryjane’s slapped on the ground underneath her. She looked back at Thomas and smiled to reveal her front teeth missing. Thomas thought about how she had been upset that she lost them just before the first day of school. They finally got to the bus stop and slowed down. A few of the kids looked at the new arrivals before Y/N spoke up.

“Hi everyone!” She said smiling at them .The other kids looked at her weird. Suddenly one started laughing.

“Look! Look! She doesn’t have all her teeth.” One shouted. Suddenly all the kids started laughing. Thomas watched her face drop and saw the telltale signs of her sniffling.

“Hey, be quiet. Don’t be mean.” Thomas shouted his tiny face scrunching up with anger. All the kids stopped to look at him before some shrugged and went back to their conversations. Thomas looked over at Y/N to see her smiling at him.

“Thanks so much!” she said pulling him down into a hug since he was at least a head taller than her.

2006

Thomas had gotten used to protecting Y/N through school. She always seemed to get pick on by the other kids. First it was her teeth. Then it was her clothes. When they got to junior high and their freshman year it was the fact that she was flat chested and under developed. Thomas had gotten in a lot of trouble for starting physical fights with other students over Y/N.

Their relationship became strained during their sophomore year when Thomas got his first girlfriend. Her name was Maria and she was easily the prettiest girl in the class. She hated Y/N. In order to please Maria, Thomas started spending less time with Y/N. He let other kids pick on her and stuck with Maria instead. Y/N didn’t understand what she did at all.

Over the course of the year they drifted further apart. Y/N had become tough dealing with all the bullying she endured. She started hanging with the kids that liked to skip school. Thomas barley even saw her walking in the halls anymore. Last he had heard she had gotten into drugs, and skipped school with her friends every chance she got. He couldn’t imagine what her parent’s thought at that time. Y/N had always been really sweet and loved school.

After a couple months people learned that Y/N’s friends had been practically kicked out for ‘activities’ behind the school. Thomas had for some reason felt extremely relaxed to hear Y/N hadn’t been with them. When she showed up to school escorted by some of the administration from the parking lot, she was wearing a grungy black hoody. She looked tired with her hair extremely flat. Thomas had felt heartbroken seeing her but didn’t say anything and turned around to finish listening to Maria about the sophomore dance.

2007

It was the start of everyone’s junior year and Thomas felt nervous. Maria had broken up with him over the summer and he hadn’t seen Y/N even remotely. He had asked her old friends that hung around the gas station. The entire time he had felt uncomfortable and had no idea why or how Y/N had gotten involved with them in the first place. They had said that she was going on a vacation with her family down to Florida and that she would be gone all summer.

The first few days Y/N didn’t even show up. People were whispering about her and saying that maybe she dropped out. Thomas had already stepped into quite a few conversations to ask questions about what they had heard. He was extremely popular and tried to use it to his advantage.

It wasn’t until the Friday of the first full week that Y/N showed up. She showed up late to the second period and stepped into the classroom. Everyone tensed with confusion. Y/N looked very different. She had cut off most of her hair and dyed it black. Her makeup was dark and she had traded the grudge look for a much more classic heavy metal one. She wore a leather jacket and a red sports bra underneath with skinny jeans and vans.  She was taller and curvier. She had lost all the baby chub in her stomach and replaced it with flat toned muscle. She had a bigger chest and toned legs that flexed under her jeans. Thomas knew all this because he had spent the rest of that class unabashedly staring at her (as did many of the other guys and a few girls in the class). He finally gathered the courage around 6th period to try and talk to her. He flashed his signature smirk up and stood over her desk when the bell rang. She just raised one eyebrow at him and waited for him to say something. He was slightly thrown off.

“Hey Y/N. How have you been, darling?” Thomas asked leaning against the desk she sat at. She rolled her eyes at his attempt to be cool and stood up to face him as she grabbed her things.

“Stop trying to be the big flirt. We both know that isn’t you darling.” Y/N mocked back tugging her backpack over her shoulder. Her sparking nails shown in the light as she picked up a book. Thomas stood there shocked for a minute before recovering and gave her a genuine smile. A smile she hadn’t seen since they were freshman.

“You’re right. I was going to ask if you wanted to catch up at my families block party this weekend. I haven’t gotten to see you all summer.” He asked. Hope brewed in his eyes. This was Y/N, his best friend, the one person who it physically pained him to be away from this summer. He wanted to talk to her and tell her how he felt, how he had felt since that day in elementary school at the bus stop. He watched as Y/N gave him a real smile.

“Yup, I will be there with a few friends that go to King’s high school.” She said with an excited twinkle in her eye. At that moment another boy in the class decided to come up behind Y/N and slap her ass. Thomas’s face flushed with anger and he opened his mouth to tell the guy off before Y/N whipped around and slapped him, grumbling about the idea of no respect for women. Thomas realized in that moment that Y/N didn’t need him to protect her anymore. He would be lying if he didn’t feel a little disappointed.

Y/N did show up to Thomas’s barbeque block party that weekend with her friends. Definitely not the friends that Thomas expected. He recognized them easily as the elite squad from King’s High school, with the top classman Hamilton leading them. He saw the others talking to each other at the table as well. His heart broke when he saw Y/N snuggled up to Lafayette with his arm around her. They seemed to be talking in hushed tones to each other and smiling, while Laurens and Mulligan shouted at each other across the table. He watched as Hamilton stood up and asked if Laurens would help him get all the food.

When they came back it was obvious the friendship between all of them was electric. Everyone was laughing and smiling. Sparklers were passed out. Mulligan and the other two started chasing each other shouting Harry Potter quotes. The worst part of the night by far for Thomas though, was when Lafayette grabbed Y/N by the waist and looked at her in awe as she played with the sparkler in the dim evening light. She finally looked up at him and he leaned down to kiss her on the lips with passion. She responded easily and pulled back with a chuckle as Hamilton bumped into Lafayette sending him stumbling slightly.

Future

Thomas didn’t say anything to Y/N about how he felt. He didn’t say he loved her. He didn’t ask her to leave Lafayette for him. He didn’t say how heartbroken he was. He kept this up when they became friends again. He kept this up when she got into King’s Highs school for her senior year. He kept it up in college when she moved in with Lafayette. He kept it up when his rivalry with Hamilton grew. He even kept it up when she got married. He never said how much he would miss her. He never told her that he was crying during the ceremony because he lost her. He never told her how his wife didn’t quite compare to her. He didn’t tell her that after 30 years the ache in his heart still didn’t ease.

That night at the party however, he did tell her one thing.

“Please be happy Y/N.”

PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.

PART 4 COMING SOON