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jungkook accidental roommate smut? u accidentally buy the same apartment (it happens in dramas often) (+)
Can I request switch!jungkook smut? Like he starts out submissive and then bOOM! He’s dominant af
Summer in New York had never been more depressing. Or hot. Every step outside seems to melt the flesh from your bones, every memory you had of him peeled another layer off your heart. It had been three months of pure hell and although the heat made the thought of being close to anyone impossibly unbearable, you’d give anything to hold him in your arms again. But he had cheated on you, left you, and the best thing to do was move on. Or at least try.
The weather forecast predicted a humid rain, clouds shrouding the ominous sky and a layer of mystery covering the roof of your new home. Or the new home you’d be sharing with four other people. This is supposed to be the city of new beginnings and independent lives. Where one can explore themselves through the city. But sadly, as a transferred college student, the only thing you could afford was a share house in the middle of Brooklyn.
Sucking in a deep breath, you grunt while lugging your large suitcase and duffel up the short set of stairs, banging on the door somewhat gracefully with your elbow. Almost immediately, as if you’d been waited upon, the door unlatches and an older, thinner woman appears. Her skin is somewhere between tan and gold, wrinkle lines around her eyes and mouth. The hair atop her head is swirled into an artful bun, small wisps of white-gray hair escaping the masterpiece.
“Just on time,” her voice is sweet, slow, and welcoming, stepping aside and waving you in.
Title: meant to be something Summary: Fate brought them together again in the form of conjoined
apartments. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Prompt: Something More Rating: T or T+ (just for that little nsfwish smidge in there) A/N: So some time ago my friend @mika213 brought this sort of
situation up for when Sasuke would come back from his road of redemption… and
this prompt just immediately reminded me of it. Could you imagine??
ALSO I KNOW IM LATE BUT SHHHHHHHHHHH.
“S-Sasuke-kun? What are you doing here?”
Blinking, Sasuke’s hand fell from the
doorknob he’d only just reached for, turning to his side to meet the unexpected
sight of his long-time pink haired teammate—whom he hadn’t really gotten the
chance to see much of since she’d welcomed him back from his two-year journey a
few days prior. His brows furrowed lightly.
“…I live here.”
Sakura’s mouth parted at this, eyes
snapping wide open. “What, really?”
she exclaimed, brows shooting up high. “Since when?”
days ago,” he replies without much delay, frowning all the while. Then, he
blinked again, understanding finally dawning on him. “You live here too?”
A slight blush tainted her cheeks at that.
“Yeah,” Sakura replied, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She
smiled at him, bright, though a little shy. “I’ve been here for the past three
years. And I guess I’m… also your new neighbor, apparently.”
Delays with this I’m sorry I need to get my shit together requests will be open soon but I’m sorry I won’t be posting as much as I want to I’m near exam time and that’s priority, still looking for co-writer if anyone’s interested please message me!!💓 anyway hope you enjoy, thanksss!!x
There’s no doubting Ashley isn’t one to hold back on things and sex is no different, there’s also no doubting she loves to sing and there’s certainly no doubting between the two of you at least that she love eating you out, throw them all together and that’s one hell of a kink and not surprisingly Ashley was completely mesmerised by it.
You had been out with a couple of girl friends and since you and ash had outed as a couple there has been countless accusations and threats against your relationship especially on the loyalty side of things. You had got into your shared apartment with the blue haired wonder laying across the distressed leather couch engulfed in a magazine, you stood at the end up the couch “hey babe” you smiled she pulled down her magazine a little so all you saw were her big bright eyes, apart from this time they didn’t look so bright more dull her brows knitted “hi” she mumbled, completely different to your normal greeting of her. “Are you okay?” She ignored you, huffing and shuffling as you sat beside her, “Ash” you said a little more stern she looked over and suddenly snapped, pushing you up against the couch she was previously snuggled into, her sudden movements taking you by surprise, you were left wondering why she was acting like this but not for long when she smashed her lips onto yours trailing her wet kisses down to your neck, lifting your shirt from the hem at the bottom and over your head she kissed along the top of your boobs nudging you as a signal to arch your back so she could unclasp your bra, once she did she massaged your boob while sucking harshly on the other making you moan and mumble sweet nothings to her, she trailed her wet mouth down your soft stomach stopping at the rim of your panties looking down at the pink lace wrapped around your lower parts and looked back up to you, her eyes captured yours “now, sweetheart we are going to have a little fun” she purred, you looked at her in confusion, “I’m going to eat you out” you nodded in response muttering “please do” under your breathe, “and you are going to sing for me like nothing is happening” a huge smirk was plastered across her face, you taken back a little and nervous to sing for her, as comfortable as you where with her, singing In front of her was a little intimidating but never the less intriguing, so in reply you nodded letting her no you where going to.
Hooking her fingers round the hem of your panties she slowly pulled them down revealing your naked self to her, her hot breath making you shiver and squirm a little, she put her hands on your thighs holding you down “ready?” She hummed, giving you a huge grin, she like one stripe up your wet clit making you muffle a moan as you quietly started to sing “your little brother never told you but he loved you so” she carried on covering every inch of your wetness making you moan louder and stop singing, and then she stopped. You squirmed and thrusted your hips wanting the friction back, needy for her touch. “You stop, I stop” she said smugly, you groaned knowing this wasn’t going to be easy but you carried on “you said your mother only smiled on her TV show” the words leaving your mouth in stutters the pleasure she was giving you was hard to ignore but if you stopped she stopped and that was the last thing you wanted.
“You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with-” you couldn’t help it your last words where cut off with a loud moan leaving your mouth the build up of pleasure was just begging to hit you but her words ran through your head “if you stop I stop” and of course she did, you couldn’t stop anymore the amount of pleasure she gave me made you want need more, you shuffled a little looking down to her eyes “I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old” she once again picked up the pace, adding a in a finger at a time pumping slowly while her tongue was flicking fast over your swollen clit, you sang louder and she picked up the pace giving you more and more pleasure your words where stuttered as your climax was building up, a knotted feeling in your stomach grew bigger and your legs began to shake “everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans” your moans becoming clearer and harder to muffle but thankfully for once she wasn’t stopping, you let yourself go not being able to hold back any longer, your loud moans filled the room as she licked you clean, you lay breathless on the couch, your skin sticking to it from the sweat and heat from what just happened.
Jughead and the reader decide to spend their anniversary in the reader’s aunt’s cabin but don’t realize she’s there as well. She’s keeping the two of you apart because she’s worried about what the two of you would do if you’re alone. The two of you get frustrated one cold night after no contact and Jughead sneaks into your room.
A/N: This is not smut! Just FYI.
2.) “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.” 3.) “Oh, love, I don’t think you understand the meaning of sarcasm.” 7.) “Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!”
Maybe spending time in your aunt’s cabin in Vermont right in the middle of winter wasn’t a good idea after all. You were there with your boyfriend, Jughead Jones III, for your two year anniversary. Jughead didn’t like the cold, so you nearly had to beg him to go north with you. You thought you and Jughead would have the cabin to yourselves. At least that’s what your parents said. Oh, were you wrong. Unbeknownst to you, your aunt had also decided to spend that weekend up in the cabin as well. Why she wanted to get away from her comfy, cozy mansion in New York to go to a shabby cabin in December was beyond anyone’s understanding. Imagine your surprise, and Jughead’s deep displeasure, when you saw your aunt standing in the doorway of the cabin waving at the two of you. She had separated you and Jughead into bedrooms across the hall from each other and had situated herself smack in the middle of the two of you. Her message was clear. No hanky-panky.
The first morning and afternoon in the cabin was the worst. Your aunt had made poor Jughead chop firewood (despite having more than enough in the house to last for three days and nights) and had made you wander the woods around the cabin looking for sticks and branches. Worst of all, whenever you tried to approach Jughead or vice versa, your aunt would always tell you to get back to work. As if the two of you would bang right there and then in the snow (who did your aunt think she was? Seriously.)
It was now nighttime on the first day and it was even worse than that morning and afternoon. The heater had broke, leaving the cabin feeling like the North Pole and the four blankets on top of you weren’t helping you whatsoever. The electrician said he could come in first thing tomorrow so for tonight, everyone in the cabin had to try to fend off hypothermia. Your teeth chattered as you looked at the clock. 2:43. You groaned in frustration. This was ridiculous. You threw off the covers, ready to sneak into Jughead’s room and snuggle with him. You’d deal with your aunt later. Just as you reached your door, you heard a tentative knock on the door.
“Y/N? You awake?” Jughead asked from the other side.
You opened the door immediately and were greeted with the sight of Jughead with messy hair and a blanket around him. You snorted at what you saw and he glared at you.
“What? I’m cold.” he mumbled.
You rolled your eyes at him and let him into your room, closing the door behind you.
“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” you asked.
“Obviously. I’m freezing. Can we make a fire or something? In the living room?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“Not without my aunt knowing.” you said.
“How do you suggest we get warm, huh? Take our clothes off and do that skin-to-skin contact?” Jughead asked, pulling his blanket closer.
Deciding to humor the whiny baby that is your boyfriend, you began to take your clothes off with a straight face. Jughead’s eyes widened as your quickly dropped your pants and took off your shirt, now only wearing your underpants. You crossed your arms and looked at him.
“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!” you said.
Jughead swallowed at he took in your appearance and you could tell he was trying very hard not to get aroused. He dropped his blanket and cleared his throat.
“Is this supposed to make me feel something?” he dead-panned.
You rose your eyebrows at him before you began to put your shirt back on, knowing he would object.
Jughead quickly held his hand out, effectively stopping your actions.
“Oh, love, I don’t think you understand the meaning of sarcasm.” he said, crossing the room.
You giggled as Jughead reached you and claimed your lips. The both of you were so involved in your making out that you didn’t notice the door opening.
“What’s going on in here?!” Your aunt nearly screamed.
You and Jughead sprung apart, cheeks bright red.
“Oh, my—“ Your aunt looked away and did the Holy Trinity sign. Jughead stifled a snicker and you bit your lip to stop from bursting out into laughter.
“Y/N, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.” Your aunt said as she shook her head almost like she was trying to remove the image from her brain.
Jughead looked at you in disbelief. Seriously? he mouthed. You shrugged as you began to pull your pajama pants back on. At least the two of you weren’t cold anymore. You looked up at Jughead who was smirking at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. It was going to be a long weekend, but with Jughead by your side, maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.
could you write some boyf riends from be more chill? maybe with jeremy and michael's first kiss?
i saw this ask earlier and was like. true and canon but also I Need To Write This
“Jeremy, dude, no offense, but you’re making way too big a deal outta this.”
Michael’s controller follows Jeremy’s onto the floor, and with a look cross between amused and fondly annoyed he watches as Jeremy, in the most dramatic way possible, flops off of the beanbag chair and splays out haphazardly on the floor.
“Michael,” he whines, looking forlornly towards his best friend, and it takes everything within Michael to stifle a laugh, “this is totally a reasonable response.”
“You just screwed our chance for a high score because you’ve never been kissed.”
Jeremy stills for a moment before launching back into his tirade. “We’re sophomores, man! I’m sixteen and not so much as a peck! You know some dudes have been getting laid for, like, years now!”
“Some dudes have also been abusing drugs – don’t look at me like that, it’s not like I shoot heroin – and racketing up criminal records for years. Look at me; I’m sixteen, same as you, never been kissed, same as you, and I’m fine. You’re just being a baby.”
Jeremy squeaks indignantly, crossing his arms. “You’re just a weirdo. My reaction to this is perfectly normal.”
Michael lays a hand over his heart in mock-offense. “This is ridiculous, your crazy kiss-horny hormones are making you turn on your bestest buddy. This ends now.” Pulling himself onto his knees, Michael makes his way over to Jeremy and stops in front of him. Jeremy peers up at him curiously.
“You’re makin’ such a big deal outta your first kiss? Just kiss me, man, get it the hell over with.” He takes Jeremy’s lack of jumping away as a good sign.
“W-Wh – I – Michael?”
Michael, feigning disinterest, shrugs and sits back on his knees. “I’ll never get a second of peace if you don’t get your stupid kiss soon. Just get it over with, y’know?”
Jeremy props himself up on an elbow, staring down his friend quizzically. “You want me to kiss you.” He pauses. “That’s kinda gay.”
A dude kissing another dude, no shit it’s gay! Michael doesn’t say that. He just flashes Jeremy a reassuring smile and shrugs again.
“If it’s just for practice, and no one knows, is it really?” The angle is awkward, up on his knees, but Michael digs his hands into his pockets. “It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me, dude, but I’m kinda sick of listening to you whine about this and messing with our game.”
Jeremy seems to consider for a moment, and Michael has to suppress his smile as his friend flushes bright red and looks shyly up. “You’re serious? This isn’t just a joke?”
“Super serious, man.” He lets the smile onto his face anyway, and at least hopes it’s reassuring. “So?”
Squirming under Michael’s look, Jeremy mutters, “so how do we wanna do this?” and it takes everything in Michael not to pump his fist into the air and whoop in delight.
Figuring he should take the lead, Michael sits a few inches from Jeremy and half turns so he’s facing him. “Just sit? Like this? And…” He waits for Jeremy to sit up and mirror his stance before cautiously laying his hand over Jeremy’s.
“People who kiss sometimes do this, right?”
“How the hell would I know?”
They both laugh a little awkwardly, but neither pulls away. Michael hopes his hand isn’t too sweaty.
“What should I do with my other hand?” Jeremy blurts, flapping the extremity uncomfortably. Michael shrugs.
“Just, like…whatever feels right, I guess?” Jeremy nods his assent and inches his head forwards slightly.
“You ready?” Michael asks, moving forwards so his forehead touches Jeremy’s. His friend nods, Adam’s apple bobbing, and before the knot in his stomach can tighten anymore he surges the rest of the way forward and catches Jeremy’s lips with his.
And it’s…warm. And wet. Michael thinks, distantly, that a kiss shouldn’t be so spitty, especially when they aren’t using tongue, but Jeremy cups a hand around Michael’s neck and makes a tiny little noise and who cares if it’s a little gross I’m kissing Jeremy.
Michael’s free hand finds Jeremy’s hip and angles him closer, just as Jeremy’s thumb softly swipes across his pulse point and fuck, it’s gross but it’s good, and Michael can’t help but linger when Jeremy begins to pull away.
Realizing what he’s doing, he pulls back abruptly, grimacing at the spit trail that connects his and Jeremy’s mouths even when they’re half a foot apart. Flushing bright red, he removes his hand from Jeremy’s hip and swipes under his lips, breaking the string of spit.
That was kind of incredible. “That was kind of gross,” he says with a laugh as Jeremy pulls his hand away from Michael’s neck. Neither of them move to pull their interlocked hands away.
“We can never tell anyone about that,” Jeremy agrees quickly, face brighter red than Michael has ever seen. He can’t help but swell with pride at the fact that he did that.
“I’m kinda glad I didn’t do that with a girl,” Jeremy continues, finally pulling his hand away. “I’m kinda awful at it.”
Michael sends a cartoonish wink in his best friend’s direction.
“Hey, you can practice with me anytime!”
The punch in the arm he receives is worth the noise of affirmation Jeremy makes.
Summary: Your boss Jungkook asks if you’d like to accompany him to his cousin’s wedding in Greece, Santorini. Tonight was the supposedly the rehearsal dinner but it felt more like a business meeting. This was the largest rehearsal dinner you’d ever been to and quite possibly the longest, too. But the real question is why did he ask you? What’s up with the 180 degree change in personality?
A/N: My computer’s been broken so I haven’t been updating at all- and these days I’m running really low on inspiration, please forgive me. Also some frickady frickle doodly doo might occur (take note of suggestive smut)!
The sunrise dawned over the sky in beautiful gradients of pinks and purples. “Are you ready? I’m outside your apartment right now.” Jungkook’s voice sounded slightly husky from being up so early. He unbuckled the seatbelt that hugged his toned muscles with a simple ‘click’ and swiftly closed his car door with a silent ‘thud’.
He looked up to see you waving down at him from your apartment, a bright and cheerful smile that made him almost lose his composure. You were beyond grateful that he’d ask you to accompany him to his cousin’s wedding- but even more grateful that he had personally come to pick you up for the special occasion.
You’d noticed that Jungkook had changed drastically over the time you’d gotten to know him- first getting the impression that he was a typical cocky rich kid that then later developed to be a complete gentleman, you couldn’t resist no matter what. At first, Jungkook had no plans of getting attached- he found you interesting since the first interaction and didn’t plan on associating his feelings whatsoever but as it turned out- he couldn’t resist either. His original plan of just toying with you was burned to crisp after spending time with you and developing a sense of satisfaction from being next to you. You made him feel companionship, love and warmth that he’d never experienced before as you gave it your all as his personal assistant.
“Thank you so much for this, sir.” He instinctively cringed at the formalities, being reminded of the gap in social status between you and him- A beam painted over his gentle features as he attempted to take the suitcase that was tight under your grip.
“No please. At least let me carry my own luggage.” You brushed off his hand gently and showed him a smile that overflowed with charms. You had pulled on his once stern heartstrings and at that time, he struggled to hide his indefinite attraction towards you as he continued to stare into your eyes for what seemed like an uncomfortably long amount of time.
“Are you okay?” You waved a hand over his face to check of his presence. He snapped out of the trance you had put him in previously and let out a quick puff of air from his cheeks. “Yes I’m great, let’s get going then.” He swiftly turned around, leaving you confused at his weird behaviour. He took quick and long strides in-front of you, completely forgetting that you were carrying heavy luggage. His mind was in no state to think about about chivalry after your smile had rudely “attacked” him.
“I hope you don’t mind first class, Y/N. It appears that mother had taken the family jet before I could.” He let out a smug chuckle. He knew that you’d be astounded from having the chance to fly first class and that fuelled his ego to continue his taunts and teases.
Before you could open your mouth to reply to his bewildering question, he continued to further blow your mind with his humour that you didn’t want to put to the test.
“I can buy a jet right now if you don’t want to fly first class. Would that be better, Y/N?” He laughed, his loveable eyes crinkled due to his wide smile.
“Are you crazy? I’d have been fine with budget tickets. You didn’t have to get first class tickets, sir.” You stared at him with your jaw slack, almost hitting the floor.
“I couldn’t possibly do that. I’m thankful enough that you’re coming all the way to Santorini with me so I have to make sure you’re comfortable for the entire trip.” The two of you checked in within a flash due to Jungkook’s superior status. You noticed that when the two of you walked past, people had politely bowed their heads to show their respect towards Jungkook despite his young age. He politely returned the bows with a small smile.
The two of you arrived on the plane, the luxurious atmosphere was hard to take in as you weren’t used to it at all. You were lost for words at the way everything was set out, each ‘seat’ was more of a room with personal TVs and fluffy beds. Jungkook analysed your shocked expression and a smile naturally spread across his face. He loved watching the way your eyes twinkled in amazement and the way your mouth stayed opened due to shock.
“This way please, Sir and Madam.” The gorgeous stewardess lead you to your seats which were directly next to each other. You smiled at him, grateful and unable to express your thanks.
Jungkook glanced over in your direction half way through the flight and found you sleeping soundly, snug comfortably on the seat that stretched out to be a bed. He found it impossible to look away from your sleeping face and he chuckled to himself, completely aware that he certainly developed a soft spot for you. He closely examined the way your chest would rise and fall with each inhale and exhale of your breath. Oh, if only you knew how much he fantasised about your warm breath against his raw neck and you whispering profanities into his ear. The fire in the pit of his stomach was hard to tame but as always, Jungkook managed to stay professional. He got a grip of himself and slept off his burning desire to plant kisses all over your body.
Infatuation was something Jungkook had never experienced before… and all these foreign feelings had his stomach flamed with butterflies and head spinning with countless fantasies.
ilysm ur blog is literally one of my faves <3 anyways darling could i pls get a yoongi fluff where all of the boys are staying at your apartment for a sleepover and you fall asleep and when the boys try to mess with you yoongi comes over and lays with his arms around you so nobody can prank you? thx babe :)
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I hope you like it anon, first fluff ever :D
Blankets and pillows?
Check. Snacks and drinks? Check. The latest horror movie as well as
some board games? Also check. It looked like everything was ready for
your sleepover with a bunch of crazy, but lovable dorks. A mountain
of blankets and huge, soft pillows lining the big couch for comfort.
You had planned to stay over at your apartment this time as it was
almost as big as theirs and you always hang around at their home. At
eight should the boys arrive, the main food you already ordered
coming at nine, so you had enough time to prepare the movie and play
one of your favourite games.
A little after eight the
doorbell rang, your steps light-footed as you opened the front door
of your apartment, a bright smile on your face.
“Hey, what’s up, y/n?”,
it was Taehyung who greeted you first, embracing you shortly ere he
walked inside as if it was his
house. The maknae doing it alike, ruffling your hair with his bunny
smile, following Tae to your living room. After Jungkook, Namjoon and
Jin both hugged you as well, handing you a six-pack of beer.
guys, but take it with you”, you laughed, giving the bottles back
to Jin. You turned around again, Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi standing
impatiently in the door, the frosty weather of mid-winter howling at
their backs. “Come in, guys, it’s freezing!”, you demanded,
rubbing your bare arms.
sunshine”, Hoseok shot you his hugest smile, hair hidden under a
black beanie. “Everything’s ready already? Fast as ever.”
do you think I am?”, you nudged his sides as he let you go out of
his hug. Then you greeted a smirking Jimin and lastly Yoongi. “Hey”,
you said shyly, Yoongi making you nervous with his presence alone.
Some time you thought that he didn’t like you as he would never warm
up whenever you were around.
y/n”, he said, faintly smiling while giving you a short, reserved
hug as a greeting. His coat was covered in snow, cold under your
hands. Yoongi smelled good, his light cologne mixed with the winter
scenery he came from and you felt how your heartbeat increased. It
was always the same, heart racing, flushed cheeks if he looked at
you. Yes, you had a major crush on him, his dry humour and sarcastic
comments making you giggle all the time and his smile was so cute you
couldn’t resist it although he wouldn’t smile around you as often,
Stop it, Hyung”, it was Jungkook’s voice filling the apartment and
waking you from your thoughts, still touching Yoongi’s back.
here for freaking two minutes and start to fight already? New record
guys”, you called out, taking Yoongi’s coat while he slandered
through your corridor to the other guys.
y/n”, five voices reached you at the same time while you snickered
and followed the pale guy in front of you, whose hair was damp from
the few snowflakes in his hair. How badly you wanted to rub it dry,
touch it as it looked utterly soft.. You shook your head. Focus, y/n,
not a chance he likes you even a bit.
evening went smoothly, games always fun with the seven boys, one
louder than the other, cracking jokes and filling your quiet
apartment with laughter. You loved such nights, your best friends
around you, delicious food, board games and a cozy, warm feeling of
friendship, care and love roaming around the heated living room.
After your first two rounds on the play station the food arrived.
Then you decided to snuggle up on the couch, the movie you had chosen
in your group-chat playing while the eight of you cuddled up next to
each other, you laying in the middle, feeling kind of awkward next to
Jungkook and Jin who constantly poked your sides or started to
frighten you while you hid slightly under your own blanket, the movie
too scary and absolutely not your favourite genre as you lived alone
and had a fear of darkness. Your imagination far too crazy to watch
such movies constantly.
y/n, you remember the time you made us watch a fucking Bollywood
movie? We had more than three hours of singing, dancing people which
wanted to find the love of their life, so don’t think we will let you
live tonight”, Jin explained, laughing while telling you that you
better not fell asleep next to them. “We made plans, right Hobi?”
y/n”, the guy who smiled as if the sun just rose said, an
apologising glance on his handsome face.
sighed exaggerating. “Don’t talk too much, better watch this stupid
so they did, unlike you. The scenes would be the best material for
your nightmares wherefore you decided to distract yourself by
watching Yoongi as he sat motionless on the other side of the couch,
next to Jimin. Why had he to be this good-looking and cute? You
sighed again, never letting the concentrated man out of your eyes.
His hair was dry again, softly falling to his forehead, hands folded
in his lap while he leaned lazily against the rest of the sofa, not
laying flat as the other guys. His brown eyes were focused on the
screen of the TV before his head turned towards you. Just for a
second your eyes locked, his expression changing from loveable? to
his typical cold glare. Then his head shot towards the TV again as if
he never intended to direct his gaze to you. But he did! With
freaking soft eyes. Your heart raced again, feeling the blood rush
into your cheeks as you snuggled under your blanket, covering your
heated face from the others. God, you were predictable and awkward
around him. That he didn’t notice your obvious feelings was just a
long after that you felt the tiredness you had in your bones during
the day seek through your body, eyelids suddenly heavy and you were
determined to close them just for as long as the movie lasted.
write with a waterproofed marker, Jimin”, Taehyung’s voice reached
Yoongi’s ears, a whisper not to wake you up after you fell asleep in
the middle of the movie the other guys wanted to watch. “We could
paint a penis like in old times.”
cheers, quietly not to wake you, filled the room, the three youngest
ones around your sleeping body, discussing how to mess with your
it, let’s look for one then”, snickering the three of them made
their way to your kitchen, searching for a marker to draw obscene
paintings on your soft, blushed skin. He knew exactly that they
wouldn’t stop ere you would wake up, chasing them in your staggering
state if you would see what they did to you. It made him smile as he
imagined you running after them, your messy hair standing in all
directions with a bit of your saliva dried on your shirt.
you smiling about”, Hoseok nudged him. “Let’s see what we can do
to mess with her.”
best friend stood up, circling the room ere he opened the door to
I found the best damn thing we could do to make her mad”, he
laughed excited and Yoongi wondered why you didn’t open your eyes at
the noises roaring around you. As he turned to Hoseok again a creepy
looking mask was in his hands, his eyebrows wiggling at the remaining
three guys on the couch.
a genius, Hobi!”, Jin jumped up, taking the mask in his hands to
hold it in front of his face. “Y/n was so afraid of the bloody
scenes she would shit her cute shorts if we wake her up like this!”
who was quiet for a while agreed, his grin spreading from one side to
the other, dimples showing deep on his cheeks.
he the only one who didn’t want to mess with you? He was, but the
reason he would never admit to the others. Yoongi was in love with
you head over heels the moment you stepped inside his room the night
of a party, disturbing the only place he had at least a little
privacy in. You were clearly drunk, your short dress revealing too
much of your soft skin, hair a wild mess of curls with the most
beautiful face he had ever seen, a bright, apologising smile on your
angelic face. His breath got stuck as he laid eyes on you, wobbling
legs on high heels while holding onto the door to his bedroom. You
had apologised countless times without realising that your feet
dragged you to his bed, sitting down to push your heels of your feet.
Yoongi had watched you, too confused to react, but as you began to
speak weird things he had to laugh and then one think topped the
other until he sat next to you, holding your face in his big hands.
You tasted utterly sweet, a mixture of alcohol and strawberry lip
gloss as you kissed him so possessive that he got drunk on you.
Addicted, but the next day you had forgotten meeting him while Jimin
and Namjoon invited you over again. As weeks passed he was too far in
and tried not to show you any kind of affection, pissed that you had
forgotten him, the kiss and the night you spent together.
tonight. He couldn’t watch anymore as Jimin, Tae and Jungkook came
back a few pencils in their hands, Hoseok and Jin getting ready to
prank you while Namjoon and Yoongi sat there watching the others
prepare to prank you.
another word he stood up, the boys cracking up in one corner as they
told the younger ones their ideas. Yoongi walked towards you, falling
down right beside your sleeping figure, laying his arm around you to
pull you closer until your head rested on his chest, his heartbeat
loud enough to wake you up, the other hand brushing your hair behind
your ear. Finally he was able to touch you, maybe with the excuse to
protect you from the crazy kids, but he shielded you. Yoongi embraced
your beautiful body like he dreamt of the last months, your skin
feeling hot and right on his and he felt all eyes on him.
what are you doing?”, Namjoon whispered, staring at Yoongi and you
in his arms. “Are you a thing or what is going on?”
shrugged his shoulders. Maybe you weren’t, but he would change that
fact if you opened your eyes. He swore that he would confess, tell
you about the night you two made out and all the feelings which built
inside him for you.
tomorrow we are. Anyone who tries to touch her has to get me first”,
Yoongi hissed, voice sharp, the opposite from his caressing hands,
stroking over your head while his arm was around your sleeping body.
He had imagined feeling you like this, but the reality was even
better; perfect. Not a single one of the guys tried anything after
his confession, smirking down onto Yoongi as they already knew that
your feelings were mutual, obvious for everyone that both of you fell
in love with each other.
it’s a regular tuesday night, and maybe that’s why it hurts even more.
usually they’d be eating chinese takeout on the couch, yelling jeopardy answers at the television.
usually they’d be at kara’s watching whatever show they were in the middle of bingeing.
usually they’d be at the bar ganging up on winn and buying a round of drinks for their friends, always close enough to be touching.
usually they’d be happy.
instead, they sit in silence, with a sadness so dense hanging above their heads it feels as though it’s sucking the light out of the usually bright apartment.
‘so is this it?’ maggie asks, her voice filled with the heartache alex feels in her own chest.
‘i don’t know,’ alex whispers. ‘i don’t know.’
time may pass, but they don’t feel it. the sorrow that settles in their bones is enough to slow time in its tracks, enough to make it feel as though they’re to spend eternity feeling the despair that is now a part of them.
‘i guess… i should go,’ maggie says, unsure. she’s been here before- at the end - but she never thought she’d find an end with alex. alex had always felt like forever, she’d always felt like finally maggie had somebody who wanted her for her everything.
maybe maggie just wasn’t built to find long lasting happiness.
‘don’t go,’ alex replies. ‘please.’
‘i’ll have to go eventually. that’s how these things usually happen.’
‘not yet.’ maggie can hear the plea in alex’s voice, the unspoken yearnings, the unshed tears. i thought we had forever. i want more time. i need you.
but who ever truly gets what they want?
maggie stands slowly, purposefully, and reaches out a hand to alex. holding alex’s hand used to feel like home, but in this moment it feels like holding a pinless grenade – when she lets it fall, it’ll destroy her.
maggie leads alex to the bed they’ve shared for months. they lie on top of the blankets, facing each other. they lie so close together that maggie can feel alex’s small breaths, she can smell the lingering perfume, she can see the tears that pool and threaten to fall. she reaches up and lays her palm against alex’s cheek. alex flinches at the action.
‘i don’t want to do this,’ alex confesses, ‘i don’t know if i can do this.’
‘you can do anything,’ maggie smiles sadly, ‘you’re alex danvers.’. she wishes more than anything that they could stay here forever, that their problems would go away and let them be happy. but for now, this is what needed to happen. at least, that’s what maggie was telling herself. this needed to happen for now, but maybe one day they’d find each other once again. maybe one day they’d get the life they always wanted.
but for now all they could do was lie together one last time and imagine a world where that was enough.
Eliixier asks - Would you be able to do another Markiplier reader insert? Perhaps where Markiplier and s/o are doing a live cooking YouTube video together were there messing around with icing and end up forgetting about the live video and share a kiss but they were trying to keep their relationship secret and the next thing they know Jacksepticeye rings them up and just ends up laughing over the phone about how clueless they were and they slowly look to the camera. Sorry if it’s a bit much x (anon)
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The two of you are good friends. To the world. In
secret, you and Mark are the sweetest lovers that share butterfly kisses and
hold hands when no one is looking. You had been featured in his videos a ton of
times by now, and not one or two fan theories have surfaced that the two of you
might be dating. That being said, no one was surprised when Mark announced
another charity livestream and invited you to join along. This time, however,
it is different. This time, it’s a cooking show instead of gameplay.
The camera is set up in his kitchen. The sun is waving
down the horizon as it gradually grows darker and darker until its pitch black,
only a few streetlights shinning on the pavement, car lights and bright windows
from other apartments. October. Mark’s kitchen is decorated with various
Halloween trinkets: paper bats stuck to the cabinets, cobwebs and fake spiders
in the nooks and crannies of the room, a few carved pumpkins from his video
with Sean that have red candles burning in them. The ingredients are located
all over the table: standing with a fake smile Mark motions to the flour, eggs,
icing, as if he is mimicking a bad TV show host. The two of you are wearing
matching Halloween sweaters with ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons’ written on them and
aprons. A laptop is placed near the sink so you could watch the chat as you
worked. So far, all you did was smile into the camera staring directly at the
two of you.
It does not take long for you to grow accustomed to
the camera, and before realizing it you forget about it entirely. The laptop
stays untouched, unchecked, whatever the viewers are saying is lost on deaf
ears. Once in a while there is a ring of ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons’ when someone
makes a donation, but even that loses the initial value it had. You and Mark
simply talk, to each other and to the camera as one. Just two people enjoying
each other’s company, completely oblivious to the thousands that are also
While making your coffin shaped cookie – of course,
you waited them to cool down at first, since you had just taken them out the
oven, - you had put too much green icing on the side. Mumbling a cuss word, you
swipe your finger on the edge of the delicious dough and taste it. Thoughtfully,
“Delicious!” You exclaim with a smile. There is still
a smidge of sugary goodness left on your bottom lip, one Mark notices and grins
wolfishly before swooping right in and kissing you on the spot. You giggle,
smacking his chest playfully before you part.
“Hmmm…” He pretends to think, “That really was
“You are such a tool.”
“Hey!” Mark snorts, throwing some orange frosting at
you, “You take that back!”
Before you can fire back with your own attack, your
phone vibrates in your pocket. Curious as to who could be disturbing you, you
wipe your hand on your apron and fish out the phone. Smiling once you read
‘Sean’ on the flashing screen, you accept the call and put it on speaker, “Hey,
dude, what’s up?”
You hear him giggling, “Seriously, you two?” Sean
asks. You share a look with Mark, “The livestream, or have you already
And it dawns onto you, with a panicked look you stare
directly into the camera like you’re in the Office. You are unsure of what Mark
feels, but it’s probably something similar to you, which is shock and horror.
But that all soon melts away into bubbly laughter that escapes your lips; your
eyes crank up with joy and you gaze at Mark, he too amused at the situation, as
his arm snakes its way onto your waist and pushes you close to him.
“Well,” Mark announces to the camera, “sorry for
keeping this a secret, guys.”
“We just…” You glance at Mark, then at the camera,
“Didn’t really know how to break it, so…”
“You two are such dorks.” Sean comments through the
phone. You snort.