Request - hi! can i request a jungkook angst where jungkook keep accusing
the reader is cheating when she’s not and later he regretted it?
Pairing - Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre - Fluff, Angst
Summary - You’re met your best friend after years of separation, and you continue to meet him. This particularly pisses Jungkook off.
Jungkook came over to you on the couch as you smiled up at him. With the bowl of popcorn in his hand the movie ready to watch, he settled down next to you as you snuggled up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he placed the popcorn on his lap.
Both of you were munching on the popcorn, intent gazes on the screen as his hand absent mindedly ran the length of your arm in a comforting motion, when you heard your phone ring. You immediately reached out for it and you didn’t have to see the caller ID to know it was your best friend.
‘Taehyung, hi!’ You squealed, Jungkook’s hand stopping mid way on your arm. You didn’t notice this and simply took his hand off yours and placed it on his lap before leaving the room and going into the bedroom, to talk to him.
Jungkook huffed as the movie went on, the scene being a steamy kiss being exchanged between the two actors.
‘And I thought I’d make out with her,’ He rolled his eyes. It was the umpteenth time this week that you would always - outside and inside the house - answer the call some place where Jungkook wasn’t there.
He heard you laugh really loud, and he felt a pang of jealousy heavily coursing through his blood. Were you even paying attention to him? Did he even matter to you?
He had had enough and was ready, standing up front the couch, making his way to the door of the bedroom, when you opened it. You jumped a little at the sudden appearance of him.
'Oh, you scared me there,’ You giggled before walking past him.
'Fucking unbelievable.’ Jungkook mumbled under his breath as you sat down on the couch. You looked over to him and sent a smile to his direction, 'Not watching?’
He literally stormed through, thundering steps taken as he made his way in front of the T.V before switching it off and turning to face you. You sat up, very alarmed by his actions.
'You okay, Jung-’
'No. I’m not fucking okay.’ He said through clenched teeth. You stood up and attempted to make your way through to him.
'Jungkook why are you-’ He stopped you in your tracks with a hand in the air. He glared at you, like he wanted you dropping dead right then.
'Are you going to meet that guy later?’ He asked, his voice low but very firm. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you answered him.
'Jungkook, really, is that-’
'ARE YOU, OR ARE YOU NOT MEETING THAT DOUCHEBAG?’ He yelled, making you flinch. In the entirety of your relationship with him, he had never let his anger take over him. This was new, and it scared the utter hell out of you. You stayed at your place, but Jungkook could tell you wanted to run away from him.
'I am,’ You said and his expression changed in a flash, like that which resembled a strangely victorious look.
'So, you’re seeing him behind my back aren’t you?’ He smirked, and for a mere second, you thought he was crazy.
'What? No, Jungkook. He’s just my best friend.’ You tried to reason, but he began laughing.
'Best friend, my ass. How many times have you gone out with him already, Y/N? Enough to start dating him? Enough to break up with me?’ He asked, but he didn’t have the smirk on. He just simply looked at you.
You shook your head vigorously, desperate to get him to listen to you.
'No, no, no, Jungkookie. I’m not cheating on you, trust me!’ Your eyes at the brink of tears as you knew your relationship was literally hanging on the edge of a cliff at the moment.
'Being an Idol, is hard, Y/N. I’m dating you during the peak of my career. And to top it all off, the fans are either celebrating that fact, or creating a ruckus. Right now, I can’t help but really believe the fact that you’re with me because of the fame-’
'JEON JUNGKOOK!’ You yelled, the tears breaking free from the confinement of your eyes. He didn’t flinch, but he knew you were mad. You never used his full name unless so.
You glared at him while he stared daggers at you.
'I have stayed up late into the nights waiting for you to return, praying that you are still healthy and not injured. I have let you hang out in clubs, trusting you that you will still come back to me. And you fucking accuse me of using you for your fame? You’re fucking cheap, Jungkook.’ You snapped, and immediately turned around to leave.
Jungkook stood there, his face still curved into a frown. He refused to listen to what you just said, as his consciousness drowned in thoughts of you leaving him. He heard the door close with a loud bang, before he dropped to the floor.
He groaned as he rubbed his head with his hands, unable to think straight.
You weren’t home yet, by the time he had woken up from the nap he ended up taking as he cried on the couch earlier that afternoon. He was beginning to feel the unfamiliar feeling of regret and guilt claw at his stomach as he anticipated your return.
By midnight, you weren’t back, and this worried Jungkook beyond all thoughts. Just as he decided to get out and search for you, his phone began ringing in his pocket.
The moment he saw the caller ID, he answered it, 'Y/N, oh my god, I’m so sorry for saying all those things to you, I though something happened to you, where are you baby?’
'Um..’ A male voice responded, getting Jungkook confused than ever. He checked the caller ID to make sure it was you and when he did, he heard the person speak again.
'Yeah, my name is Taehyung,’ Jungkook heard labored breaths coming from the other end and the worst thoughts slipped themselves into his mind. He stayed quiet and let your friend speak.
'Dude, I’m really sorry but- Y/N.. Y/N is in the hospital. She was in an accident.’
Summary: As a single mom who has worked her way up to the top in the broadcasting world, how exactly will you react when one of the most popular boys in K-Pop starts to take interest in your personal life? Better yet, when he wants to become more than just a boy, but amantowards you.
Summary: Dean’s gone through hell, been to purgatory, stopped the apocalypse, but never could he hope to say no to the combined force of Castiel and Sam Winchester. When it came to pets, Dean had always had a strict rule. But for whatever reason, now had to be the time he broke that rule… and thanks to Cas, it seemed the Winchesters first pets would be a group of tiny, fluffy ducklings.
Notes: So this was inspired by a conversation between me and pherryt/dragonpressgraphics :D Started off as being annoyed at autocorrect and then spiraled into using “duck” in place of “fuck”. Then pherryt came up with the brilliant idea, why can’t you use both? And I had to write for it :) And she also provided me with this lovely fanart to go with it, so a big thank you to her! Enjoy :D
Request for emergency fluff. Having to work today with no voice (unless I want to cough to the point of sobbing) in a call center. Please send fluff. Also your writing is amazing my dear ❤️
Hey Ruby dear!
Oh that’s actually the worst omg- working at a call centre with a voice in no
condition to talk at all! *hugs* Here’s some Prompto lovin’, just for you <3
*Note that this is an emergency fluff request so I had to kinda write this
drabble before continuing with the regular requests sent in xD* I whipped this up REAL quick so hopefully this is cute and sweet enough LOL
Sick Days (Prompto x Reader)
“Y/n wants a chocolate
sundae with hot fudge sauce and a crumbled waffle cone sprinkled over the top
of the whole thing!” Prompto cheered, his sky blue eyes glinting mischievously
as he ordered the two of you ice cream after your impromptu lunch date. You
shot your boisterous blond boyfriend a playful glare before turning to the
serving lady and shaking your head. Unable to say a word due to your extremely
sore throat, you had to rely on Prompto to do all the talking today. And he
took full advantage of that fact.
lady shot you and Prompto a confused look, and you couldn’t stop Prompto from
grinning at the lady and nodding his head insistently. “No, don’t worry about
her- she’s just trying to watch her weight or something, but I don’t get why
she would do that- she’s perfect to me.” Your eyes soften at Prompto’s sweet
words, despite his defiance and his made-up excuse about your apparent ‘weight’
issues. You decided to let Prompto’s idiocy go for now, and simply let out a
sigh before grasping securely onto his bicep with both your hands and smiling
obligingly at the serving lady.
exasperated, the lady eventually slid the decadent ice cream dish towards the
two of you. Prompto lit up and thanked the lady, lurching forward and grabbing
the ice cream dish before shoving the two spoons he procured into his mouth and
making his way towards a cosy booth in the corner of the store. You shook your
head in slight disbelief and pure adoration as you followed the bouncy blond
Once the two
of you had settled into the booth, Prompto handed on of the spoons that had
previously been in his mouth to you with a sheepish grin. You merely shook your
head silently and grabbed the spoon gently from his grasp before scooping up
some of the cold treat and placing the sweet treat into your mouth. You let the
ice cream gently melt into your mouth and you shut your eyes in pure bliss at
the cacophony of sweet and indulgent flavours that danced around in your mouth.
Prompto moan out load, and rather inappropriately at that, as he shoved his own
bite of ice cream into his mouth. “Mmmmmm, this is sooooo good, y/n!” Prompto
groaned out, absolutely enthralled. You couldn’t help but blush as your
imagination ran away from you at the sounds and gestures of pleasure Prompto
was making for the ice cream. He sounded so… pleased. You wanted to please him
in that way personally…
You shook your
head immediately of the thought and quickly scooped up some of the ice cream
into your spoon, and quickly brought it to your mouth. Except… you misjudged
the whole projectile of the spoon and the ice cream ended up smeared onto your
bottom lip. Prompto let out a snort of laughter at the image, and you felt absolutely
mortified and miserable.
First of all,
you were sick. Second of all, because you were sick, you couldn’t even talk. And
Third of all, you embarrassed yourself in public in front of your cute
boyfriend and he was laughing quite openly at your face.
help your eyes from tearing up, but luckily Prompto had caught the change in
your demeanour as soon as it happened. He was immediately by your side, pushing
the ice cream dish away from the two of you and bringing a wad of napkins with
him as he cooed gently in apology and wiped away at the ice cream.
“I didn’t mean
to upset you baby. I’m so sorry! Here, let me help you. All I want to do is
help you feel happy.” Prompto soothed you as he gently wiped the sticky mess
off your face. You leaned into his touch and soon found yourself nestled into
your boyfriend’s surprisingly muscled shoulder, a small smile on your face. You
leaned upwards, so that your lips were right next to Prompto’s ear, and you
whispered to him.
“Thank you. I love you, Prompto.” You rasped,
your voice only just a pained whisper. Prompto looked down at you and kissed
you gently on the lips, no regard or concern for catching whatever virus you
had contracted that had rendered you feeling miserable and voiceless.
“I love you
too, baby. Wanna head home now?”
You nodded, a
gentle smile on your face. The two of you exited the ice cream place and walked
hand in hand towards your home, where both you and Prompto spent a quiet
afternoon in watching television and napping. Prompto had left late in the
night, after tucking you into bed and pressing a soft kiss goodnight on your
feeling much better after spending a whole day with Prompto.
ended up sick in the next few days. But, surely, you took care of him just as
he had taken care of you when you were sick and unable to speak for yourself.
Of course, you were much nicer about doing what he actually wanted you to do.
You didn’t force him to eat ice cream.
fondly at the memory as you fed a sick and pathetic looking flushed Prompto
some soup. You wouldn’t trade this man for anything in the world. You were
irrevocably in love with this over-grown, photography and chocobo-crazed man
And you were
sure that he was just as in love with you.
Just a small headcanon I’ll dump here till I finish some of the requests. So you don’t getbored and leave us! Lol, but just know that this is my personal silly thing, the other muns don’t need to follow this and you also don’t have to necessarily agree with this, just wanted a reason for fluff x3
America - Alfred F. Jones
Alfred isn’t that bad off with his eyesight. He started wearing his glasses around the 1840s, (Around the same time that the state of Texas was founded) finding it difficult to make out things in the distance, or read fine writing. At first he was reluctant to wear them, but after some scolding from England submitted. After he put them on, his hero complex kind of came out, because it was like he was wearing a disguise that superheroes wear. Nowadays he takes them off only when he’s going to sleep or getting in water. However, the moment he takes them off outside those reasons and rests his face in his hands, it just means that his patience is running thin and he’s tired. It usually happens when he’s dealing with paperwork, when it does just silently pull him away from the work, sit him down somewhere comfortable, make him some tea and cuddle him. He’d more than likely come with you with no objections
2P!America - Allen L. Jones
So, um. Al’s eyesight is really bad. Like, seriously bad. The guy can’t make out most things that are over an arm’s length away. But don’t be fooled, just because he can’t see that well, doesn’t mean he can’t catch you and bash your face in… or initiate a tickle attack for that matter. He also refuses to wear glasses or contacts, not wanting to have something that makes him look like his shitty 1P. His eyesight also doesn’t mean that he isn’t handy, he can do pretty much anything, just finds it difficult sometimes, like, he can’t really tell if someone throws something at him. His eyesight got progressively worse from when he was younger, to nowadays. He’s still tough though, so most countries have at least a speck of respect for him. Don’t worry though, he would very much appreciate it if you decide to help him with something trickier, he finds at as a sign of affection and would adore you immensely for it.
Nyo!America - Amelia F. Jones
Amelia’s vision is probably the best out of the four. She almost doesn’t need any help with her eyesight. However, in those faithful nights with tons of paper work, where she spends more than an hour on, her eyes get so tired and as a reflex to tell her to chill for a bit, they get blurry, to the point where she could barely tell an ‘a’ from a ‘b’ to a ‘c’. But being the stubborn little shit she is, she doesn’t stop there. She actually got her England to help her get glasses and during the shopping the other woman suggested that maybe she should stop for a bit when those instances happen and rest, but of course why would an America ever listen to England? Just know, that if you see Amelia with glasses, drag her away from work even with her protests. You are doing her a huge favor, because she usually passes out on the work and wakes up with immense back problems. She’ll most likely thank you later.
Nyo!2P!America - Alexa L. Jones
Her eyesight is as bad as her male counterpart’s. But unlike him she isn’t as prideful and has both contacts and glasses. She wears the contacts when out outside because they’re more comfortable to move around in and her glasses at home. Most people find it a shock if they visit her urgently and she opens the door, wearing house clothes and glasses and each time she gets annoyed and would grunt out an annoyed “Wha’ the fuck do ya’ want?”. However, if you see her outside, kneeling on the ground and looking like she’s searching for something, she most likely dropped one (worst case scenario both) of her contacts. Help her out and search with her please and don’t say anything, it’s embarrassing enough for her as it is, because most people outside of her inner circle don’t know of her bad vision. She’d be immensely grateful to you if you actually found what she was searching for!
Well darn it! Now I need to know what kind of yandere Deathsaurus is!! Wanna pick up where you left off with Tarn? XD And I love yandere Fort Max too, but somehow also yandere Overlord??! D: Imagine the nightmare of Overlord taking interest in the same human as Fort Max, considering their history! QAQ Obviously I'd choose Fort Max... but since when did the "object of affection" get to chose?
You have tempted me! I am now tempt! XD (Continuation of this post.)
Truthfully, Deathasaurus would be pretty tame as far as the Decepticon yanderes go. He already has a great relationship with his crew, so he’s not starved for attention or anything, He’s more concerned with your welfare, and making sure you have time to adjust after being held captive by the DJD for so long. You two actually end up forming a pretty strong bond, although a very strange one. He casually threatens you with the possibility of murder at least once a day a la The Princess Bride, but it’s mostly just bluster on his end.
His yandere side comes out whenever he senses a threat to your safety. He knows his men wouldn’t lay a finger on you (at least not to harm you, but Deathasaurus has made it perfectly clear to them that they’re not to touch you for… other purposes either) but he will bristle on go on the alert around strangers or anyone who seems suspicious. He hates to admit it, but you’ve managed to worm your way into his spark. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. Some mech giving you a rough time? Don’t worry, sweetspark, he’s got this! See something you like out shopping? Deathasaurus will buy you one in every color! Heck, he’ll buy you the whole store! Anything to keep you at his side.
At night he likes to cuddle you close to his chest and rarely will take no for an answer, More often than not, you find your self drifting off to sleep as you’re lulled by his rumbling sleepy purr.
As for Overlord and Fort Max, well, why do you think Overlord became so fascinated with you in the first place? ;)
Truthfully, Overlord has no interest in you personally at all, he just can’t stand for Max to have any sort of happiness in his life. If he can, he takes it for himself, if not, he ruins it. He becomes obsessed with you, trying to find a way to take you away from his long time rival. (He’s got so many things planned for you, and if he can, he’s going to make Fort Max watch it all until he rips out his spark)
This drives Fort Max’s paranoia up 1000%! Forget sneaking around and checking the security cameras. He’s never letting you out of his sight again! He insists on carrying you everywhere you go, even for short distances. He becomes increasingly more suspicious of strangers and the other mech on the ship. Sometimes his frustrations will get the better of him and he will snap at or lecture you if you do something that could put yourself in danger (though he always apologizes after. It breaks his spark to see you upset.) He insists on having you sleep in his room at night and installs about 50 more locks on the inside.
He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that monster never gets his hands on you, and if he somehow does? Max will tear Overlord apart with his bare hands to get you back.
Peridot let out a small whimper of pain as she shakily got back
onto her feet, her vision slightly obscured by the cracks that had now
been made in her visor.
“Lapis?!” she frantically called out, “Are you OK?”
desperately looked around for her partner - and froze in shock as her
eyes met the dark blue Gemstone that was now lying on the ground. The force of their enemy’s attack had poofed Lapis.
Suddenly, Peridot heard the ominous crunching sound of their attacker’s footsteps drawing closer again.
no you don’t” Peridot growled to herself as she quickly moved over to
Lapis’ Gem, practically throwing herself on top of it in order to keep
it safe. She took the blue Gem into her hands, checking it over for
cracks. She allowed herself a small smile of relief when she found that
it was still perfectly intact.
“Just give it up, you
pathetic little Peridot!” came the booming voice through the darkness,
“Hand over that Lapis Lazuli, immediately!”
to panic. She knew that there was no way she could defeat this hostile
Gem, but she had to try. Lapis meant everything to her, and she was
willing to give it all that she had in order to keep her beloved partner
safe. With tears now forming in the corners of her eyes, resigned to
her fate, she bubbled Lapis’ Gem. She would then try to send Lapis back
to the barn - back home, to safety - as soon as the opportunity
The warrior Gem was now face-to-face
with Peridot, drawing her weapon in preparation to do even more damage
to the small green technician.
“No!” Peridot yelled,
clutching the bubble that housed her partner’s Gem tightly in one hand
and charging a bright ball of energy in the other, ready to attack.
“I’ll never let you take her, you clod! You’ll have to shatter me first!”
The warrior Gem chuckled callously, a menacing grin now forming across her face as she raised her weapon.
“So be it.”
I did this drawing, and the accompanying short story, for the Lapidot Week day 3 prompt: “Protection”.
Got this done for Christmas morning, yay! Thanks for all the interesting requests I received - fuel for my procrastination imagination! ;) Well I sorta combined these two… Hope it’s enjoyed! And I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! XOXO (My Art Tag)
Hey Zen what would a happy Yandere team up for the whole Lost Light be like? The reader makes a calendar and she visits everyone to give them some personal time with her at least once a week. But she's happy with everyone and shows them all affection and even though they'd like more they're all happy she's happy and showing everyone affection can be hard but they know all they have to do is wait their turn because she'll move times around and makes everyone happy. HC's please. Bots reactions?
That’s adorable! I love it! <3 <3 <3
Of course there’s going to be the expected amount of complaining and bickering involved, as none of these goons like to share. But they all sort of grudgingly agree that having the human all to themselves for a whole day is better than spending the whole day fighting off other bots for their attention.
Even though they’re all supposed to respect the rules of the calendar and not interfere with another bot’s date, most of them still do anyway, which only leads to more infighting among the ranks. Human eventually gets fed up and stomps the homemade chart into the garbage can and vows never to tell any of them any of their ideas ever again.
“Now, when I got you this kneazle, you were supposed to be responsible, to take proper care of it. It’s your pet.”
Percival was struggling with the armful of orange furred catlike creature, and Credence was just trying not to laugh.
“Why can’t we share her? It doesn’t make sense. She lives here with both of us…”
Wide eyes, and a hint of a wobble to his lower lip was usually a guarantee to get him what he wanted, and this was no exception. Percival sighed, and then carefully handed over the creature, which Credence had dubbed ‘Charlie,’ though he still wasn’t sure why. He hoped that Scamander hadn’t had anything to do with it, beyond adopting it out in the first place.
“Thank you Daddy.”
Credence held his cheek up for a kiss, and Percival obliged, before putting his hand on his other cheek, and turning him so he could kiss him properly.
“Go on. Let her loose around Central Park for a bit. Make sure you use the shield charm if she tries to climb any tall trees.”
“Why? Don’t cats always land on their feet?”
Percival gave him a look, and Credence just smiled innocently.
Prompt: fem!Doctor/Rose and meeting at a pride parade? :3 (or going together to a pride parade if you prefer to write a non-AU!)
Basically I can’t really do meet-cutes or beginning bonding talk, so I went with the latter. I hope you like this nonetheless. :)
Also, this is longer than I envisioned. But holy crap I’ve written something after barely writing for weeks! Not complaining. \o/
The pop-dance numbers played by the passing floats reverberate in her chest, the volume toeing the delineation of “too loud” — but it has to in order to be heard over the crowds lining the streets, at least five people deep. The rainbows painted on cheeks and hanging from windows and wrapped around shoulders and plastered across posters and vehicles are a feast of color for her eyes, this body so much more in tune with all of its senses. The summer sun warms her back through her light blue oxford, sweat beginning to prickle at the nape of her neck under her hair, but she doesn’t mind the heat.
“Isn’t this brilliant, Rose? The grit, the spunk, the passion, the sheer joy in the air!” There’s so much life, she can’t help but grin, broadly.